#Maty can write

[barzysunflower]

obsessed with your writing!!! I was wondering if you could do barzy w a plus size reader? smutty if possible 😍🥰

of course I can! and let’s ignore the embarrassingly long time this has taken me to answer and I’m so sorry but I do want to say that it's never my intention not to be inclusive with my fics. I try to be vague for a reason so you can imagine what you want :)

word count: 1.5k

content warning: insecurities, SMUT (18+): oral, piv

started this a while ago, but finally got to finish it hence the start of the season details at the beginning lol

After the very successful game the Islanders just won with your boyfriend Mat scoring his first goal of the season you and some of the team went to a bar afterwards to celebrate. However, neither you nor Mat could keep your hands off each other so you cut your little outing short.

Since you had no work in the morning, it wasn't a problem for you to stay over at Mat's place and spend the night doing incredibly dirty things to each other. Since the relationship was still fairly new, you still had lots of exploring to do in your sexual lives and you loved every second of it.

"Off, off, off," Mat said hurried between hot kisses, tugging at your clothes. You did the same, quickly giving up on his buttoned shirt and moving on to his pants that after a couple of minutes of fumbling finally hit the floor.

Both down to your underwear, you finally moved to the bed, Mat spreading your legs before climbing on top of you with a mischievous grin. He all but threw himself onto you attacking you with a hungry kiss. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders pulling him even closer, sliding your hands down his back and back up to his hair while you rocked against his bulge until you were whining pathetically. You were dripping with so much arousal, you knew you were leaving a wet spot on his briefs, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Mat ripped away from the kiss to continue trailing kisses down your neck. When his teeth nipped at the spot at the base of your neck, where your pulse was thundering out of sync with the rocking of your hips, your head fell back so you were baring more of your throat to his mouth. He indulged you, his mouth suckling little love bites into your skin.

"Thank you for coming tonight," Mat rumbled as he kissed his way down to your tits, bending you backward while he sucked one nipple into his mouth, drawing a cry from you. He made a pleased sound deep in his chest before torturing your other tight peak in the same way. "Loved knowing you were there," he murmured into your skin.

"Maty," you whined more insistently, bucking your hips into his bulge harder as your need to be filled grew more desperate. Your hands wandered down the sides of his chest, stroking over his muscles, the dips and curves of his body that you were still getting to know. Your fingertips traced along the edge of his boxer briefs, snapping them against his skin hard enough to drag his gaze to yours. "Need you, need you," you begged, your voice hot against his ear.

He pressed a hot kiss on your lips before turning you over so he lay on his back with you holding yourself up by your hands on his chest. And with a smirk he grinned up at you and said, "Come up here. Kneel over my face."

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, but instead of moving and obeying his order, you froze and a heating blush crept over your face. You've been shy about receiving oral sex in the past, but especially with you on top, you could feel your insecurities clamming you up. Mat could tell the shift in the situation and his gaze immediately softened from the commanding one. His hand cradled your cheek and he lifted himself enough to meet your lips. "It's ok, we don't have to," he murmured, softly kissing you. "We can flip back."

"No, I just– I don't wanna hurt you," you mumbled, still flushed. "It's also not a very flattering angle."

Mat let out a low chuckle and kissed you hot and passionately, telling you not to worry about your insecurities. "You look good from any angle, baby. Especially good when I have my head between your legs." You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling. "Wanna try? We'll stop if you're not into it."

You nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath to relax. Mat's lips met yours again gently, reassuring you that you were safe with him. Then he leaned back and with a viscous grin he said, "Now come sit on my face."

You awkwardly shuffled up, facilitated by Mat pulling you to his face with a strong grip on your ass. His fingers dug deep when you were finally in a good position and pulled you down hard to sit on him. With no further hesitation he immediately latched onto your hot sex. With each lick and suck you grew more and more comfortable until all your worries dissolved into a beautiful warm feeling.

Mat’s groan vibrated against your core, dripping wet for him, making you shiver. "Oh, god." One hand dropped to the wall in front of you to hold you steady, while the other slid into Mat’s hair as he sucked and teased your clit. Your hips started to move in tiny little rocking motions against him, and your breath hitched when he moaned long and loud to stimulate you with the vibrations.

You cried out when he unexpectedly slipped a finger between your legs. He dipped just the tip of it into your entrance, in and out, just the tip, teasing you. Then, with a hard sucked on your clit he pushed his finger all the way in. You screamed in pleasure, Mat groaning equally loud as he continued to fuck you gently on just that one finger for a long time. When you started to grow impatient, he added another finger. The fullness was a relief, and you moaned a little louder, pulling his hair.

"Mat, oh. Yeah."

"Yeah?" He kept his fingers buried in you and rocked his hand rather than thrusting it, pulling your body forwards and backwards with the force of it, his fingers hooked inside, getting at that soft spot.

"Ohgn..."

"Mmhm," he rumbles. "I knew you’d love it." He stuck his tongue out, teasing your clit. Inside your cunt, his fingers moved more viciously, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Oh! Yeah. Maty, Mat!" The way he was touching you was getting you close, fast, and he had come to know your tells well enough to know this. He growled beneath you and kept a steady pace, giving you more of what you needed to cum. "I-I'm gonna," you gasped.

"Do it," he coaxed, bumping his nose against your clit again and again, curling his fingers over that spot inside. "Let it come, love. Let it happen."

You used to struggle with it, but not anymore. You had been with Mat long enough and had explored each other enough that you were comfortable enough to orgasm.

You cried out loudly as it crest and finally washed over you, Mat's fingers forcing it out of you, sharp and sweet. "Ohhn, oh god, ohhh. Shit, shit.." You came on those tightly hissed words, riding it out against his hand and tongue that happily lapped at your clit.

You were left panting and in such a haze that you didn’t even notice Mat gently moving you from atop him back on to the mattress until he was on top of you, pressing soft kisses along your jaw and neck. You hummed, feeling so at peace and loved.

“Good?,” Mat murmured against your skin and all you managed was a nod and another humming sound that had him chuckle.

And when enough moments passed and your arousal started to rise again, your hands traveled across Mat’s body and urged him into another round. His cock slipped into you with ease, but stilled to give you a couple of seconds to adjust. Finally, Mat’s hips started moving. Slowly. So torturously slow did he pull out and thrust back home. Not once did his lips leave your skin. He ravished your lips, your neck, your breasts as he continued to slowly and deeply move inside of you.

Your lips met and you easily slipped your tongue into his mouth. It was warm and welcoming, your arms wrapping around his shoulders with the intention of never letting him go. Slowly Mat started picking up his speed, but his thrusts were more hard and controlled. You were a tangled mess, both of you holding onto each other tightly and needing to be even closer than physically possible. Your nails scratched his back, his scalp, his shoulders. Your lips pressing hot wet kisses to his skin, just like he was doing to you. His hard thrusts eventually became sloppier and quicker and you both neared your release. And when you did fall over the edge, it was Mat’s name you were crying out and back you were scratching while he emptied himself inside of you with a loud groan.

feedback & reblogs are always encouraged & appreciated 🫶🏼

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal fic #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #smut #nhl smut #hockey smut #hockey fic #nhl fic #nhl imagine #new york islanders

[mythmakinvgxz]

helloo i just saw ur last post abaut Blas and i loved it, could you do how Matías and Blas would react when they are jealous?

Thank u and i hope i dont bother u since u just posted :D

i’m so glad you liked it! here you go:) (sorry for the wait)

summary: how matias and blas would react if they were jealous

tw: jealousy?

an: i really enjoyed writing this one, i love them so much (please send me more requests for mati)

matias:

the first time he felt jealous was when he saw you talking with a guy at an event for the movie.

he realized the guy was getting a bit too close to you, whispering in your ear while smirking.

he suddenly felt a shiver down his spine

and rushed by your side

he just couldn’t stand the sight of his girl with another boy who wasn’t him.

you felt a hand around your waist, squeezing it.

you turned around and there was matias, looking as handsome as ever.

“what do we have here?” he’s say in the most provocative tone looking in the boy’s eyes.

the other guy just standed there in silence, looking pale

since there were no answers, matias said.

“now if you dont mind, i’ll take my girl with me” he’d speak again, now with an ironic tone in his voice

and he’d walk away with you, his hand still around your waist.

“there was seriously no need to do that, mati” you’d roll your eyes, chuckling at the boy’s behaviour.

“trust me, there was” he’d place his lips softly on yours, smiling in the kiss.

you couldn’t get enough of him.

blas:

when it comes to feel jealous, blas always tends to hide it.

he felt jealous when he saw you laughing and getting closer with enzo.

he immediately thought that you were replacing him.

and when your conversation with enzo was over and you rushed by his side

he suddenly fell very quiet.

answering your questions with monosyllables.

“is everything okay?” you asked him in a concerned tone.

“yeah, it’s nothing” he answered looking away from your gaze.

while biting his nails.

“blas” you stared at him “you can tell me”

you took his hand in yours.

“do you like enzo?” he said in a rush, afraid about your reaction.

“what?” you were seriously surprised, you imagined everything but this.

“do you… like him?” he finally found the courage to look you in the eyes.

“what are you talking about?”

“i saw you guys earlier, it sounded like you were having fun” he said in an annoyed tone.

“are you jealous, blas?” you suddenly said in a provocative way.

“me? jealous? never.”

“oh i think you are.” you smiled and looked at him softly.

“i only have eyes for you” you said.

#matias recalt #matias recalt headcanons #matias recalt fic #matias recalt x you #matias recalt x reader #blas polidori #blas polidori headcanon #blas polidori fic #blas polidori x you #blas polidori x reader #lsdln fic #lsdln

[sweetlittlegingy]

Just Come Home

✦Previous Chapter | Next Chapter | Better Man Universe

✦Pairing: Father Figure Jake x Y/N Son

✦Word Count: 1.1K

✦Warnings: Light angst, fluffy Jake, nightmares, child crying

✦A/n: I loved writing this, Jake is super soft and I'm a sucker for dad!Jake.

✦Library (Follow for updates! I no longer have a taglist.)

An alarming cry jolted Jake from his sleep, waking him from the peaceful dream state that always consumed him whenever he had you in his arms. Listening out the silences of the house was calming, though as another cry is heard Jake knows that it’s Mathew.

You slowly stir awake, going to get up, though before you can Jake pulls you by the waist back to the bed.

“I’ve got him darlin’” He places a kiss on your head, and you can’t help the sleep-filled smile that settles across your lips. “You need your sleep.”

You go to protest, knowing that he needs his sleep just as much, if not more, than you do. But he is already up, pulling his sweats and t-shirt on. Sleep overtakes you again, as the silent form of Jake heads out the Mathews bedroom. Your heart fills with love, this past year with Jake had been a dream and you couldn’t imagine a better father-figure for Maty.

Jake hears Mathew’s quiet whimpers as he nears the child’s room, the darkness of the night incases the house as Jake passes the kitchen and a bright 2:13 am blinks in red.

He wipes the sleep from his eyes, yawning as his body is still wrecked from the pass week. He’s thankful that it’s a Friday night, the past five days the Dagger Squadron had been running drills with a new set of recruits. Each of the team member switching off teaching positions, depending on the days needed skill set.

Mathew’s door is slightly ajar and the light from his moon lamp, seeps into the hallway. Pushing the door open slowly, as to not scare the child, Jake sees Mathew sat up clutching on to the blanket that Jake had gotten him before going on a mission last month.

The light blue material, littered with planes, had easily become Mathews favorite comfort item. Jake couldn’t have been happier when he saw how much Mathew loved it, always having it during their nightly calls. It didn’t matter that Jake was on carrier in the middle of the ocean, every night they called and read a bedtime story. Though two weeks didn’t seem all that long, it had been a rough two weeks for all three of you.

Jake had officially moved in, and Maty was used to his presence every day, and those 14 days were hell. Maty was constantly worrying about Jake and was afraid that he wouldn’t come home.

In the last two weeks that Jake had been home, Mathew was attached to his hip. Wanting Jake to do everything with him, school drop-offs (which worked perfectly, as Maty was now going to school on base), nightly homework, and you even lost the privilege of bedtime stories.

Jake couldn’t have been happier that Mathew wanted to spend so much time with him and grew to love their newly formed routine.

Slowly walking over to the side of Mathew's bed, Jake softly sat down not wanting to startle him. Jake realized that Mathew's eyes were still closed, and he was in fact still dreaming. Jake slowly reached out for the boy, moving to bring Mathew’s shuttering form to his lap.

Rocking Mathew ever so gently, Jake slowly pushed back the hair on his head. Quietly muttering sweet nothings, hoping to calm the child, or slowly ease him from his dream state.

Mathew slowly started to wake up, his body going ridge, until he realized that it was Jake holding him. Rubbing at his eyes Mathew slowly looked up and found a smiling Jake staring back at him.

“Hey buddy, you okay?” Jake quietly questioned, still afraid of startling him.

His little head nodded, giving Jake a silent answer. Which only meant one of two things; Mathew was still half-asleep, or he’d been having a horrible nightmare. Jake had a gut instinct that it was the latter.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Another silent nod without a reply, Jake new that Mathew would open up in his own time. Moving the five-year-old off his lap, caused a silent whimper and tiny hands to clutch onto Jake’s shirt.

“I’m not going anywhere bud. Let’s just lay down, I won’t leave you bubba.”

Mathew’s body instantly relaxed and moved over as much as possible to make room for Jake to fit into his small bed.

Once they were both comfortable, with Jake laying down and Mathew laying on top of his chest listening to his heartbeat, Jake slowly started to fall back asleep.

Though he was quickly awoken by Mathews small voice.

“You didn’t come home.”

Confusion painted Jakes face, unsure of what Mathew was referring to. Lazily stroking the child’s head, Jake urged him to continue.

“In my dream, you didn’t come home.”

Jake patiently waited for Mathew to continue, still not understanding fully.

“You never got off the big ship. You died and me and momma were all alone again.” Though his sniffles and whimpers had subsided, Jake didn’t miss the one that came from the small body as he talked.

It broke Jakes heart to hear that he was the reason that Mathew was crying, he hated that his little 5 year old boy could have such fears. That the thought of losing Jake, had caused him so much pain and that there was an actual chance that one day Jake wouldn’t come home.

He couldn’t tell Mathew that, he would do everything in his power to come home. To be here with you two, even if that one day meant retiring from flying.

“Buddy, I will always come home to you. That’s something that you don’t ever have to worry about.” The little hands clutching Jakes shirt released slightly, though Jake could still tell that Mathew wasn’t full relaxed.

“I’m never going to leave you and your momma, Mathew. I promise.” Jake held up his pinky finger for Mathew, to which the little boy wrapped his own pinky around.

The duo had started doing pinky promises, a promise that could never be broken, or so Jake had told Mathew. It became their silent code and comfort language when Mathew got worried or stressed.

With their pinkies wrap around each other, Mathew brought their hands together to tuck under his head, resting peacefully against Jakes chest.

As Jake started to drift off to sleep, cradling Mathew, he heard the boy let out a last whisper, before falling asleep.

“We’re never gonna leave you either daddy.”

Jake's heart stopped for a moment, like a bucket of water to the face, he realized that maybe it was time to hang up his wings.

#jake seresin #jake seresin fluff #Soft!Jake Seresin #dad!jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin blurb #jake seresin fic #top gun fluff #top gun maverick #hangman #jake hangman imagine #jake hangman x you #jake hangman fic #hangman fluff #hangman x reader #tgm #pure fluff

[drewsbuzzcut]

Can you write a little blurb where Mat and Y/N are just dating, with no kid, and spend the afternoon making out ?

Warnings: smuttish and alcohol consumption

“Maty,” you breathe out, hands glued to your boyfriend’s back as your chest heaves into his.

You’re laid out on his couch with him hovering over you. His body is nestled safely between your thighs as he kisses away your struggles of the day.

“What, pretty girl?” His voice is dipped in honey, eyes darkened and alluring.

Your words die on your tongue, every thought being consumed by Mat. It’s crazy how drawn you are to him, but you welcome it with open arms.

“I love you,” you whisper, your hand cupping the back of his neck to bring him back into a kiss.

It’s not rough but it’s not soft. There’s a mix of teeth clashing and lip biting, drawing deep and guttural moans from each other as if it’s a game to see who moans the most. His touch is soft, though. His hand caresses your cheek, cards through your hair, or explores the curves of your body.

“I love you.” It’s whispered into your skin as his lips trail down your mouth and to your neck. A line of fire is left behind, your skin turning red and sensitive.

He sucks your skin into his mouth, leaving little love bites behind. Your hands grip onto his hair, tugging and twirling the strands. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer- even though his body is flush against yours already. You lift his head away from your chest, your eyes hyper focused on his wet and swollen lips. You flip him over and straddle his torso, hands pressing into his pecs.

You give him a lopsided grin which he returns with his boyish smirk. You reach out for your forgotten glass of wine that’s sitting on the coffee table, eyes on his as you take a sip. Excess wine drips down your chin and onto your chest, catching Mat’s gaze. You know what he’s thinking before he can make a move or say a word. You peel off your top and let your bare breasts fall with a teasing bounce.

“Fuck, I need you,” he pulls you down and stuffs his face between your boobs. His mouth engulfs your flesh, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“Kiss me,” he barks and scoots you down his body. You love the way his hands press firmly into you.

You press a hand into his throat and ghost your lips against his.

“We’ve been kissing all day,” you point out.

“And we’re going to make out for the rest of the night. Just so you know,” he pinches your nipple, making your back arch.

“Just make out? You’re not even going to fuck me on your couch?” You say with a sultry lilt.

“I’ll fuck you on every surface until you’re screaming and trembling underneath me,” he leans up and speaks into your ear.

You can already feel your legs tremble with how hard you keep trying to clench your legs closed. You’re needy for friction.

Throwing whatever crumb of control you had out the window, you push him into the couch and shove your tongue down his throat. Your lips dominate his as your hips roll over his clothed cock.

He flips you back over, body shadowing yours and ripping off whatever clothing you had left. It’s his turn for his mouth to devour yours, his wild tongue exploring you. A fierce flame roars in your lower belly and you can’t wait for it to be put out with your sexy ass boyfriend’s cock.

a/n: I hope you enjoy it nonnie! As well as the rest of you lovelies<3

#visceral in doses #mat barzal #visceral in doses blurbs

[shinycrybaby]

Hi Mati! I have a request :)

Could you do a tokyo rev x reader(any of the guys is fine) related to ballet? My hc is that out of all the guys mikey or rindou can do ballet (just a random one since I think those 2 are pretty flexible) Maybe some fluff with them fooling around in the studio with y/n or angst related to the dark side of ballet (eating disorders, body image issues, injuries etc)

Thanks!

TR Boys who ballet

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Haitani Rindou, Imaushi Wakasa, Inui Seishu

Genre/Tags: Fluff, A bit angsty on Rindou, Established relationship, Kinda no-gangs AU

Warnings: There might be some typos since I wrote this when I was sleepy, implied or referenced bullying on Rindou's part, (let me know if I missed something!)

A/N: I didn't actually expect to receive a request 😭 what I had in mind was something like headcanons but ig this is fine too.

Also, dear anon, I hope you don't mind. Since I'm not really that knowledgeable with ballet, I kind of just went over the general things or from what I know. I can't write or come up with something angsty for your suggestion like the body image one ajdjfjsksbc I really do hope you don't mind 🥹 and I hope you enjoy reading too!

Sano Manjiro / Mikey

He’s absolutely giving me vibes that he enrolled to a ballet class just for shits and giggles back when he was young, because you and Keisuke would tease him about being so good at the dojo that maybe he should start looking for other things to do.

But then Mikey actually took interest in it. And he actually slayed it.

You, Keisuke and Haruchiyo, along with the Sano family would watch him when he’s got recitals or performances. (Baji would cheer as if he’s watching a fight or something).

When you eventually got into a relationship with Mikey. Oh lawd. He would use his flexibility to his advantage.

You know that one meme where the person would kabedon someone but with their legs. IT’S MIKEY 😭

Mans legit would trap you in a corner with his perfect split, you don’t even know if you’d die of embarrassment or feel butterflies from it.

But when it’s serious time, he’d actually reserve a dance room for at least a few hours. He’d invite you to watch him practice, or give you a private performance that actually makes you smile at him with pride.

If you’re both in the mood for it, he’d even teach you a thing or two. Inviting you to stretch with him and then he’d be all up your personal space trying to teach you.

When you get some basics down, he’d lead you to dance with him, guiding you and then whispering to be careful with your feet because he knows how much it would hurt especially if you’re not a ballet dancer.

If you are, then it just makes things easier. It’s dance after dance with him. It’s kind of like your thing with Mikey. There’s nothing more intimate for the two of you than dancing closely to each other. Feeling each other’s movements and soul to the sound playing on the speakers

Haitani Rindou

I actually think that Rin would be the kind to do both gymnastics and ballet. (Of course, he’d still be doing some martial arts.)

We already know how flexible he is. Back then his teachers would actually be surprised, thinking he’s a natural at what he does. (He is)

Among the Haitani brothers, Rin is actually much quieter, or rather, reserved.

He’s confident, of course, but definitely quiet about it.

And since he’s quiet about some things, it took you quite some time to figure out that something was bothering your boyfriend, Rindou.

You’d soon find out his insecurities about being a male ballet dancer. All of which stemmed from his classmates at school.

Rindou would of course have fought back, but he’d promised you then to not get into any trouble, because he knows how worried you will be for him, not knowing that the situation now has made you double your worries for him, along with some anger thrown at the guys who even dared of saying bad things to him.

Your priority however will always be Rin, so after finding out about his insecurities and the stigma that he was facing at school, time with him were either spent with you reassuring him, or validating his feelings, or giving your all to make him feel loved and appreciated.

Rindou would never find out, but you and Ran had plotted and tracked down the guys who’d called him names and even dared of speaking bad about him. They learned a thing or two about ballet too.

Rindou of course started to feel light about your constant reassurance, and he was even surprised when you took some classes with him. Now there’s more time spent together with him, and he’s very happy to teach you about ballet.

He'd even use that time to impress you more. But you're already impressed with him, and absolutely in love from the very start.

Imaushi Wakasa

Another flexible boy. (We’ve all seen how this man literally turns into a fidget spinner with his perfect splits and spinning kicks wigjsjdhsjgi)

Oh, he’s proud. He doesn’t flaunt, but you’ll see it in his eyes how proud he is to be a ballet dancer.

He’d take you shopping for shoes or tights when he needs to replace the worn-out ones.

This man will legit lecture you about the best kind of shoes to wear for ballet. If you have no idea about this kind of stuff, you just give your all to listen to him, because you might pick a thing or two when picking out a gift for him in the future.

When he’s being mocked for being a male ballerina, he won’t hesitate knocking the person down their high horse. If the person doesn’t stop, he might even kick them straight to the face (with grace) — if this happens, please stop him, because we don’t want him potentially going to jail.

Like Mikey and Rindou, Waka would teach you if you’re down to learning at least some basic. He absolutely loves being close to you, so even if you don’t want to learn, he doesn’t mind. He’d instead waltz with you, because again, he loves being close to you.

And on that note, when he has to practice, either for a performance or not, he’d ask you to help him with his stretching.

When he’s got shows, he reserves tickets for you and you don’t miss one of his performances. Of course, you love every second of it, just to watch him in his element. All grace and beauty, that pride wells in your heart whenever you see him on stage.

Inui Seishu

Another beauty and grace.

Please he’s so perfect. 😭 if he rocked and slayed those heels, he wears then he'd be slaying ballet as well. I just know it.

He doesn’t care about other’s opinion with regards to his choice of hobbies. In fact, he'd rub it in their face nonchalantly that he’d achieved more than they ever could.

You, alongside Koko, would also rub it in the haters faces that Inupi is so much more better than them. In the most derogatory way that had others looking down in shame because you guys are right.

Inupi, like Mikey, uses his skills to his advantage when it comes to you. Let’s not ignore the fact that Inupi can be very cheeky if he so pleases.

Those times definitely surface when it’s just you two.

When he’s practicing or just stretching and warming up, he’ll shamelessly look at you through the mirror while you’re on the other side of the room. He’ll give you “that” look that had you melting into a puddle, all the while he’d grin lazily while doing his splits.

If ever Inupi feels some kind of insecurity with himself, you’d quickly notice from how his dancing becomes different. It’s either stiff, or there’s a distant look on his face.

When this happens, you’d ask him to take a break from dancing, and just listen to him speak all about how he feels.

These slumps usually happen when he’s got a big performance ahead of him, so in times like these, you do nothing but be there for him, until he’s ready and he’s back to his old self. All grace and beauty and that hint of cheekiness he shows around you.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers drabbles #sano manjiro x reader #haitani rindou x reader #imaushi wakasa x reader #inui seishu x reader #mikey x reader #rindou x reader #wakasa x reader #inupi x reader #mikey drabble #rindou drabble #wakasa drabble #inupi drabble #mikey imagines #rindou imagines #wakasa imagines #inupi imagines

[thanathiccalabs]

Penakluk Kematian (2024 Version)

Original/English Title: Thanatologist Indonesian Title: Penakluk Kematian (Conqueror of Death) English Lyrics, Music: @pathologic-the-musical Indonesian Lyrics, Vocals, Audio Editing: @thanathiccalabs, formerly known as @thanathicca (but that blog sadly got shadowbanned) Version: Final (see recording notes below the cut for explanation)

Viewer: Wait a second! I thought you were going to post "Thanatologist (Reprise)"! Me: I will. But I didn't say I wasn't going to make a better recording of "Thanatologist" before that ;p Me: Also, thank you all so much for supporting my 2023 version of this song! I hope you enjoy this one even more :D

2024 Version

(it/its pronouns, please, and thank you!)

2023 Version

Lyrics and translation notes under the cut - it's almost the same as the 2023 version, just edited for clarity.

Indonesian Lyrics

Penakluk Kematian

Konon, hiduplah sosok melegenda Konon, ajalnya tak menghampiri Jika benar Jika bisa bersua Tujuan hidupku terpenuhi!

Konon, ia tinggal di padang tundra Konon, ia bermukim di stepa Ku ‘kan coba, Singkap rahasianya- Hingga 'ku diakui Yang Kuasa!

Penakluk kematian Berawal di ajal Rona darahmu Pelita untuk jiwa yang kekal

Penakluk kematian Capai mimpi luar biasa Kutantang maut Walau nyaris tak mungkin ia senang Ku 'kan menang

Tatapan warga yang menyangsikanku Adalah sambutan yang aku tunggu M'reka tak tahu - ha! Takkan mengerti Visi mulia yang kujunjung tinggi

Dunia sungguh kelam Manusia sungguh naif dan kejam Namun selama aku masih bernyawa Ku takkan sirna Bersama sukma sang legenda

Penakluk kematian Terbiasa dengan kegagalan Tetapi akhirnya 'Kan kucapai yang t'lah lama kudamba!

Demi Thanatica!

Recording Notes (2024)

Disclaimer: I'm not a singer. Not professionally. And not trained either. You can probably guess xD

NO DOG OR BIRD NOISES IN THIS ONE, LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND BEYOND!

Editing the audio got significantly easier and I didn't have to +1000 reverb to cover it up.

Regarding the version. Which version is this thing? Well, the lyrics are the 3rd version - same as 2023 - but this is probably my 20th take of the recording, or more. I lost count. So, I think this will be the final version of the lyrics and recording. Why? So I can move on to other songs in the musical. It was really fun to record this :D

Translation Notes

Preface

DISCLAIMER: I am not a linguist or a translator with a license. I am just a hobbyist who loves Pathologic, music, Pathologic: The Musical, and writing translyrics.

.

“Why 'translyrics’?” It’s the lingo in Vocaloid cover circles. “Translations” means “subtitles”, and “translyrics” means “translations you can sing to the song”!

Now, the first thing you should know about the Indonesian language is the fact that it has a lot more syllables than English. Especially if you don’t get creative. For example:

English: dead (adjective) -> death (noun) Indonesian: mati (adjective) -> kematian (noun)

That’s long as hell, isn’t it? So to make these translyrics, I activated my BIG BACHELOR BRAIN to find alternatives to “kematian”, such as “ajal” or “maut”. Please be proud of me, Daniil T_T

Also, the Bachelor doesn’t just use basic words, no! I make sure this song has the most poetic, pretentious lyrics possible, using uncommon or complicated words or try to evoke some Cool Shit to show his level of education.

Fun fact: “the Bachelor” would be translated into “Sang Sarjana” if we go the literal route. As said above, "Sarjana" has the archaic meaning of "Intellectual"/"Academic".

Another fun fact: no one calls other people “Sarjana” as a honorific (i.e. “Bachelor Dankovsky”).

Also my biological sibling said “Daniil Dankovsky, S. Ked.” and my life has never been the same since. (S. Ked. = Sarjana Kedokteran = Bachelor of Medicine).

Another thing about Indonesian is that the Indonesian word for “psychologist” is “psikolog”. But “thanatolog” sounds kinda silly so I just thought, hmm, Tha-na-to-lo-gist… five (5) syllables… hmm… For a thanatologist… seven (7) syllables… I can’t fucking say “untuk seorang thanatolog” (9 syllables)…

“Penakluk kematian” it is. It means “conqueror of death”, as if he’s already succeeded. The hubris of Sang Sarjana is unparallelled, and I adore him. <3

If we make an Indonesian translation for Pathologic, he can also say Sanskrit phrases, because like English/Russian speakers who want to sound smart™ speak Latin, Indonesians use Sanskrit. It’s in various organization mottos around the country. You’re welcome! ;D

English Translation (so you can see what’s lost and what’s gained):

Original

Indonesian

Literal English Translation

[My notes]

.

They say there is a man who never dies, here. They say there is a man who can’t be killed. If this is true, and if I can see him, then finally my purpose is fulfilled!

Konon, hiduplah sosok melegenda Konon, ajalnya tak menghampiri Jika benar Jika bisa bersua Tujuan hidupku terpenuhi!

They say, there lived a legendary man They say, his demise will never approach him If this is true If (we) can meet My life’s purpose will (finally) be fulfilled

[I decided to call Simon Kain “a legend(ary man)” because there is no way to say “deathless man” or “man who can’t be killed” without being extremely clunky.

Deathless man (3 syllables), man who can’t be killed (5 syllables), BUT the Indonesian version, “Pria yang tidak dapat/akan mati” (9 syllables), “pria yang tak bisa/mungkin dibunuh” (9 syllables)… and those are the non-poetic translations. I can’t fit all these syllables in it unless you want the Bachelor (or me…) to rap, which sounds like it’d be super unique to Pathologic’s somber tone (I’m not averse to any Bachelor rap if someone does make it, though :D)

“Sosok” literally means “figure”. Often a larger-than-life or mysterious one.

“Bertemu” is the #basic form of “meet”. “bersua” is more like… “rendezvous”.]

.

They tell me that he lives here in the tundra, they tell me that he lives here in the steppe. I will prevail, I will win his secrets- a victory the Powers must accept!

Konon, ia tinggal di padang tundra Konon, ia bermukim di stepa Ku 'kan coba, Singkap rahasianya- Hingga 'ku diakui Yang Kuasa!

They tell me, that he lives (here) in the tundra They tell me, that he lives (here) in the steppe I will attempt to Reveal his secrets Until the Almighty acknowledges me at last

[There isn’t really a concept for “the powers that be” in Indonesia. So I invoke the monotheistic God (yes, “Yang Kuasa” literally means “The Almighty”) instead.

Indonesia is a deeply religious, monotheistic state (for better or for worse), and my translation for Burakh invokes way more religious vibes than Dankovsky in his word choices, though it’s for a different belief altogether.]

.

For a thanatologist, the ending is the start! The answers I seek are in the lifeblood that leaks from your heart!

Penakluk kematian Berawal di ajal Rona darahmu Pelita untuk jiwa yang kekal

A conqueror of death Begins from the end The fire in your blood Is my (guiding) light towards an immortal soul

[“Ajal” just means “death”, and “Pelita” means “light”, but they’re both literature-ish/dramatic, especially the latter. You see the theme.

Also, using blood as one’s guiding light is so metal.]

.

For a thanatologist, nothing cannot be overcome. I will spit in Death’s face, though the odds may be thousands to one! It will be done!

Penakluk kematian Capai mimpi luar biasa Kutantang maut Walau nyaris tak mungkin ia senang Ku 'kan menang

A conqueror of death Achieves the grandest dreams I will challenge Death Even though They will hardly be happy I shall be victorious

[“Spit in one’s face” is not a phrase with an Indonesian “twin”. We have different phrases… like “menantang maut” (challenging death)

Making Death a sentient being (“they won’t be happy”) is more of a western concept than an Indonesian one, but it’s the best I can put it, because “though the odds may be thousands to one” (9 syllables) would be “meski kemungkinannya ribuan banding satu” (14 syllables)… but since “thousands to one” is “it’s almost impossible”, you get “will hardly be happy”!]

.

The people staring, hungry, from the shadows, are a fitting welcome for a man like me. Still, they don’t know – ha! They don’t know a thing about the visions only I can see.

Tatapan warga yang menyangsikanku Adalah sambutan yang aku tunggu M'reka tak tahu - ha! Takkan mengerti Visi mulia yang kujunjung tinggi

The stares of those townsfolk that doubt me Is a welcome I’ve been expecting They don’t know They’ll never understand The noble vision that I uphold

[The 1st line was lost in translation, which saddened me. but instead of a “fitting welcome”, it’s an “expected welcome”, reiterating that Sang Sarjana is even more arrogant (2024 edit: idealistic) than the Bachelor.

Like the Town on Gorkhon, Indonesia is a very conformist, (2024 edit: religious, and) superstitious society… and defeating death (2024 edit: the natural law of God) is truly a goal that deserves to be burned in hell.

This vision is noble for Dankovsky, though. I mean, what’s the life expectancy in early 1900s Russia? Not 80, for sure. And Indonesia was still colonized by the Dutch at the time. And the plague… is a manifestation (or friend, etc., etc.) of Death, too.]

.

For the world is dark and cruel, and all of us are cowards and fools. But as long as I’m alive, I will go on, I will thrive! I will win this fight… when I meet this deathless man tonight!

Dunia sungguh kelam Manusia sungguh naif dan kejam Namun selama aku masih bernyawa Ku takkan sirna Bersama sukma sang legenda

The world is truly dark Humans are truly naive and cruel But as long as I’m alive I will not be vanquished With the legend(ary man)’s soul by my side

[With the amount of Indonesian syllables… I had to cut some words out. Again.

The repetition of “sungguh” is my attempt in trying to imitate the anaphora of the next English lines (“I will go on, I will thrive, I will win this fight…”)

“Sirna” is a very pretty word. The basic meaning is “disappear without a trace” - it’s often used for dramatic, nebulous things like emotions, or grand things like the sun.

“Sukma” is a poetic way to say “soul”. No one says this in conversation, unless they’re extremely formal.

Also, unrelated to the song, but “Sukma” is a female given name, did you know that? Now you do!]

.

For a thanatologist, failure’s just the premise of the game. But at last I’m so close to the goal I’d give my life to attain!

Penakluk kematian Terbiasa dengan kegagalan Tetapi akhirnya 'Kan kucapai yang t'lah lama kudamba!

A conqueror of death Is accustomed to failure But at last I will achieve what I’ve been dreaming for eons

[I can’t use the Indonesian word “premis” without sounding like my Introduction to Logic homework from university. :p

“lama” just means “a long time” but for Sang Sarjana I’ll give him the best words <3]

.

In Thanatica’s name!

Demi Thanatica!

In Thanatica’s name!

[“demi” is used to make a vow, and conservatives only allow people to say “demi Tuhan” (in God’s name), or for goals, could be “demi Indonesia” (for the country). But Daniil Dankovsky cares not for such limitations!

All in all, it’s the most straightforward line. And it’s done!!! >:D]

.

I really appreciate you reading until the end - seriously, thank you! I hope this gave you some insight.

Terima kasih dan sampai jumpa!

(Thank you and goodbye!)

#pathologic #daniil dankovsky #the bachelor #bachelor pathologic #pathologic musical #pathologic the musical #pathologic fanart #art #audio #music #writing #translation #translyrics #thanatologist #penakluk kematian #lyrics #thanathiccart

[neristudy]

◦ Lets study some damn German ◦

A collection of my main online resources that have been found and sorted by me for my personal use. Feel free to steal it for yourself, though.

To fully learn a language, you need to know and comprehend:

⊳ Reading;

⊳ Writing;

⊳ Listening;

⊳ Speaking.

But since I have ADHD, I add one more thing: learning through games. This will include literal computer games from German developers with German voiceovers, or just gamification of learning like Duolingo.

Because why the hell not?

°°••....••°° 〘Chapter one: Reading〙 °°••....••°°

➤ LingQ

There aren't as many non-political articles as I'd like (and certainly not enough articles on cooking!), but poor people can't be choosers.

➤ German.net

The site has a pretty decent library of resources not only for reading, but I put it in this category because of the presence of texts with comprehension tests at the end. It's a very nice way to see if you really understood what was written there or not.

➤  ... probably, some german book? Is there a comunity of german writers on AO3....

°°••....••°° 〘Chapter two: Writing〙 °°••....••°°

They all more or less focus on grammar, so I don't see the need to describe each one separately. However, pay attention to the last 3 links - those are  resources with avaliable Ukrainian language.

➤ Learn German online

➤ German with Laura

➤ Deutschbuch.com

➤ FluentU

➤ Easy-Deutch.com

➤ Lingvvozone

The only one that deserves further explanation, for this site is essentially a very thicc online dictionary. Very useful.

❥ Грамматика з нуля ❥ Golernen Akademia ❥ Deutsche Welle

°°••....••°° 〘Chapter three: Listening〙 °°••....••°°

Beware: mostly Youtube, so get your adblock up maties.

➤  Learn Languages With Isa

Cute short german stories.

➤  Easy German

The man, the myth, the legend.

➤ Learn German with Herr Antrim

He’s got whole courses and deserves a watch at least bc of his shiny personality!

➤  Learn German With Falk  

Great, slow podcast with managable pasing.

➤ Listen to German music, playlists are:

    - here

    - and here

    - and also here!

°°••••°° 〘Chapter three: Speaking 〙 °°••••°°

➤ Sing along german songs (even better if you have studied a song before and know what it is about);

➤ Start a voice diary: daily send yourself (on Telegram or wherever it is convenient and / or easy for you) a voice message in which you tried to talk about something (or on a specific topic) for x minutes.

➤ The most scary and/or hard one: get yourself a buddy who learn or already native to German language. Can also write to me, and we can study together!

°°••....••°° 〘Chapter four: Games〙 °°••....••°°

➤ Piranha Bytes & friends

For now the greatest sourse of my active german playing is games from Piranha Bytes & friends, ya can fing their bundle here on steam. Just scroll down a bit.

➤ Duolingo

The infamous legend. Acually quite helpful to study in casheer line, or on a 15-mins break. Not much helpful in other stuff.

For now it is basically all I have. Would add more later!

#deutsch lernen #deutschlernen #learn german #langblr #deutsch #german #language learning #german language #german vocabulary #mine

[waitingonavision]

Encanto Ficlet: Ladino Lullaby

For @wdtajn Week 4: Song! I had so much fun with these challenges. Thank you for running the event, and on a more personal note for helping me get back into writing!! 💚💚💚 Jewish Madrigals and pudgy Bruno ahoy 😌 To be posted on AO3!

Content warning: references to a major character's death (of old age, which should be a hint as to who it is) and the sadness that comes with it. Otherwise, the story is pure fluff.

...

The rocking chair in the nursery is a bit on the creaky side, though the sound is more soothing than anything else. Bruno’s set the chair in a gentle rhythm, halting at intervals with the balls of his feet pressed against the floor. In his arms, baby Mateo, Dolores and Mariano’s second-born, has begun to gum one tiny fist. He’s regarding his gran tío through long lashes; deep brown eyes rove over the man’s face.

“You hungry, kid?” Bruno asks as he watches his bissobrino continue to root. “Didn’t you just eat?”

Then, with a chuckle, he adds, “Or maybe you’re taking after your chubby ol’ gran tío, who’s always hungry, eh.” He dances his fingertips over Mateo’s fat little tummy.

Despite his easy tone, Bruno feels relieved when the baby releases his mitt, and even more so when he doesn’t show any signs of becoming fussy. The whole point of taking Mateo this time was to give Dolores a moment of rest. Of course she’d drop everything to tend to her son’s needs, but Bruno would rather not need to bother her. (“He seems alright,” he says aloud for her to hear.)

“Pbh,” Mateo grunts, brow wrinkling slightly as he stretches his drool-soaked hand toward his tío.

No visions are required to know what’s coming. Wiping away most of the goo with a well-timed burp cloth and slowing the rocking chair, Bruno tilts his head and lets his nose be captured. From there he maneuvers Mateo into a ‘standing’ position, maintaining support under the armpits and using his own plump tummy as a prop for those teeny feet.

“Ey, you! Respect the pancita,” he laughs when he gets frog-kicked in the belly. At no point has the burbling baby relented his grasp (with both hands, now) on his nose. But Bruno’s used to that. As an infant, Dolores showed the same fascination with his prominent snoot—all the sobrinos did: bopping it, studying it, and even, in Isa’s case, trying to suckle on it.

Eventually (and luckily), Mateo’s fingers start to slip from their hold. The yawn that soon follows makes his gran tío smile and give a small nod.

“I like the way you think, Maty.”

Cradling Mateo once more, Bruno reaches his free arm around to adjust the pillow sandwiched between his back and the chair. The years of odd sleeping postures have really been catching up to him. Resettled, he gazes down at his bissobrino, who appears as alert as ever.

“A-oh no, s-sorry!” He nestles the baby higher, and rocks more determinedly. “Let’s get you comfy again and ready for your nap time.”

For a second he wonders if offering his nose might help, but then he notices the burp cloth is still draped over his knee. Its hue, like that of a bright wine, sets in mind a different thought, a different idea.

Slowly, in the softest of tones, Bruno begins a nigun: “Lai da dai, da lai lai lai…”

As far as he knows, this particular wordless melody doesn’t fit the old Ladino lullaby that he remembers from his childhood. But it probably doesn’t matter. Surely, Mateo won’t judge either—not the mismatched tunes, or the off-key singing.

“…lai da dai,” Bruno warbles. “A la nana y a la buba…”

     Abuela’s lullaby

The baby blinks up at him as he does a refrain, voice hitching over part of the verse: “Da lai lai lai, a la nana y a buba…” 

“Se durma la criatura…” he continues.

     The child sleeps

At this line, he brushes a knuckle across Mateo’s pudgy cheek. Then, from the direction of the courtyard comes a cluster of muted but discernible sounds: a delighted giggle, a wet ploosh, and a baritone whoa—what can only be Mateo’s sister Felicidad practicing her watery Gift with their papá.

The mild commotion has Bruno suppressing a chuckle. But he quickly recovers and returns his attention to the lullaby and his bissobrino, whose increasingly sleep-heavy limbs had twitched in surprise at the noises.

Clearing his throat, he picks up where he left off, with the last pair of lines.

“El Dio grande que los guadre, los guadre…”

     May the great G-d protect, protect

Just like a blessing, a comfortable hush descends upon the nursery. It seems that Felicidad and Mariano decided to move beyond the courtyard (and that perhaps Casita intervened by pushing them along).

“…A los niños de los males.”

     All children from sorrows

Bruno lets the final word trail off before humming the nigun again. He can see that Mateo is truly drifting off now, the very image of innocent repose.

For the next few minutes, the loudest things in the room are the rocking chair and Bruno’s low humming. His eyes finally drift from Mateo’s sleeping form to the burp cloth. …A purplish-red, like his mamá’s color. The lullaby was something she would to sing to her trillizos, and to each nieto when they were babies. It turned out to be a Jewish song—in Ladino, a Judeo-Spanish language, which none of them can really speak but which had nonetheless been passed down through the generations of Abuela’s family.

Abuela Alma herself had known Mateo for only a short time. She was unable to lull him to sleep with the same song, vocal cords too weak toward the end of her life. As Bruno looks at the cloth, the memory of his mamá’s voice floods his senses. He hopes he’s done the lullaby justice in her place.

Tears wetting his eyes, Bruno turns back to the baby tucked sweetly in his arms. Fast asleep, still. He knows that Dolores and Mariano had wanted to follow Sephardic custom and named their son after Abuela, giving him a Hebrew name that honored hers, which was Nehama.

“Dulces sueños, Mattityahu Nahum,” Bruno whispers with a damp smile. This kid will be linked to the past in so many ways, but… he'll have a path all his own, he thinks. It's a promise. The urge to nap washes over him then, and he yawns, melting into the chair.

. . .

Fast asleep is how Dolores finds them. She nudges Bruno first, informing him quietly, “Wake up, Tío. I heard your stomach growling.”

...

Note: the reference to Isabela trying to suckle on Bruno's nose comes from this Tumblr thread (thanks for the HC, @sketchncanto and @princesa-pens-and-pizza 😁)

The Ladino lullaby is called "A La Nana." I first learned about it from The Ladino Song Project.

#encanto #wdtajn #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #mariano guzmán #viva la pancita de bruno #jewish madrigals #encanto fan fic #felicidad madrigal #mateo madrigal #my writing #my fics #stuff i've posted

[gabigabigabby]

first word | e. smith rowe

dad!emile smith rowe

a/n: you guys, hear me out... dad!emile will be the death of me. i have died many times writing this. i love this man. my requests ARE STILL OPEN! enjoy! ⭐️

synopsis: emile takes the night off to watch christian and emelia so you can have a girls' night out

—

"christian emile smith rowe, if you don't get your tiny butt down from the couch...!" emelia is a doody machine today, emile thought. he did everything tonight; changed both christian and emelia's diapers, fed them, put emelia to sleep and played dinosaurs with christian until she woke up, the whole nine yards.

"ems, don't do that, love!" emelia was pulling on her mobile. "rah." emile was this close to ringing your phone, but he didn't want to bother you. you've waited so long to finally have a night out with your girlfriends. you'd been at home taking care of the kids when emile was out at training. now that emelia is already one, you and emile have been slowly taking her to home games. emelia and junior have met bukayo and martin and they love her.

"they look just like you, ems, both of 'em!" bukayo once mentioned.

"rah, his middle name is emile and her name is emelia. they are me." emile could only smile at his kids.

emile wished he had some sort of superpower to hold down the fort. emelia's starting to be influenced by her brother and running all around the house. if emile puts christian down, he'll start running around. not to forget that there is no pleasing the kids. emile feeds emelia strawberries, christian will come around, stomping his feet because, in junior's words, it's not fair that emmy gets strawberry and chrissy don't.

sometimes emile wondered how you do it when he isn't around. how do you hold down the fort when emile has to play at the emirates? he could never figure it out on his own. you appreciate that he tries everytime he could, though. it is one of your favorite things about emile.

"ems baby, daddy can't play catch with you right now!" it just so happened that emile had screwed up his ankle two games ago and is still healing. he was specifically told by mikel himself that he isn't allowed to be running or putting an amount of pressure on his ankle if he wants to play saturday.

"junior, daddy's had enough," emile groans, pulling christian away from the tv and setting him down next to him. "ems, come to papa. we're gonna watch a movie while waiting for your momma to come home."

"where uncle mati?" christian begins to ask, finally settling himself on the couch next to emile. uncle mati. of course, emile had asked martin for some help tonight. sorry mate, it's date night, martin replied, emile glaring at the text immediately after receiving it. he had wanted to ask bukayo as well, but didn't want to bother him.

"uncle mati is busy at work, junior," emile covers for martin. "but don't worry, lad. he'll come by next week."

"what movie we watching?" junior asks again, watching emile skim through disney+.

"what movie you wanna see?"

"moana good." christian answers, pointing at the moana movie banner.

"okay lad. moana it is," emile clicks on moana. every time there is a scene between the chief and moana, christian would say that's papa and emmy. "that is papa and emmy. one day, you and your big brother are gonna be the best footballers in the world."

emile could already see the future when it came to his kids. he could already see christian playing for arsenal, the name smith rowe above the number 10. he saw his daughter become the next leah williamson when you were pregnant with her.

"oh, our girl's gonna be a gunner, babe, no doubt," emile said in bed one night. "she's gonna be the next leah. number 10, christian smith rowe on the first team. and the fcw's got number 7, emelia smith rowe. or number 8 or 10, i don't care."

"they're all gonna be playin' with my last name on their backs, innit? and the commentary are gonna be like truly their father's products, aren't they? the smith rowe's are dominating arsenal the way their father did." you'd always loved how ambitious emile was when it came to his career.

"emelia and papa," emile pauses the movie directly at a scene of moana and her father. "emelia and papa. forever and ever."

"emmy and papa!" christian runs to the tv and spreads his hand forward like showcasing a work of art in a museum.

"papa." emelia points at the tv. at that very second, emile's eyes grow wide, his jaw dropping.

"what'd you say, baby?" emile is practically begging emelia to repeat herself there. "did you say papa?"

"papa." emmy repeats herself. emile starts releasing a couple hitched breaths. the lad couldn't believe his ears. emile immediately reaches for his phone, heading for the messages icon. clicking on the arsenal group chat, he begins to type my daughter just said papa! her first damn word!

martin, gabi martinelli and bukayo were among the first guys to reply.

"good girl!!" said martin.

"vamos lindaaa!" replied gabi.

"lad, u are the greatest father!" bukayo's text read. emile was so distracted by the fact that emmy said her first word that he almost forgot to text you about it.

"babe, u won't believe our baby girl!" he types. "she said papa! literally three minutes ago!" adding in the crying emojis, emile sends the text.

"our emelia linda?! omg emile!!" your text read.

"emelia linda, you are a gem, baby," he coos to emmy, who was sat next to emile grinning to herself. "papa can go to sleep happy tonight."

#emile smith rowe #emile smith rowe x reader #emile smith rowe imagine #arsenal #arsenal fc #croydon de bruyne #smith rowe #esr #esr10 #football #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you #premier league

[mika-ayumi]

I have this idea thing I need to get out idk if I'm gonna draw or write or do anything with this at all

So as a hotel thing Charlie is like "Hey why don't we reveal our favorite memories!" But due to her magic she can let everyone watch it and with that the person has to explain why it's their favorite

This included the whole hotel

Sir pentious is making his first invention work

Vaggies was baking with charlie

Charlie's was a picnic she had with her mom and dad when she was small

Angels was playing dress up with Molly

Husks was watching his first magic show

Lynettes was singing with her old teacher friend Verian

Hel's was her first time dancing on stage

Mati's was his first time singing on stage

Clarissa's was Alastor teaching her to do the Charleston

Alastor's thought felt different like it wasn't fully genuine

It was when Him and Clarissa opened their radio station called devil deer.

Though it was only the half truth.

Alastor's true favorite memory was when he was 8 and had to stay at Clarissa's house due to his father being a raging prick and Clarissa just held him while he cried And they fell asleep together on the floor of Clarissa room

I kinda wanna write a fic for this

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin #angel dust #hazbin clarissa #Charlie #vaggie #sir pentious

[miracleonice87]

a/n + disclaimer: first of all, she's BACK and she finished a fic! second, nobody show this to Barzy, okay? we don’t need his ego inflating as I compare him and his level of fame to that of Justin Bieber lolol. anyways, after listening to Hailey’s recent interview, I just thought this would be a fun one to write – something different! this is an interview from the perspective of the reader, who is married to Barzy.

please note: a few select parts of this were transcribed directly from Alex Cooper’s Call Her Daddy interview with Hailey Bieber from September 28, so I want to give that credit – those portions are in bold. all in all, this should not be read or regarded as the actual interview! I’m also not claiming it as my own – this is fanfiction based on a public interview. photos were pulled from public Instagram (specifically Mat’s and Hailey’s) and Pinterest accounts. also, be nice to people. like damn. if this interview taught anybody anything, I hope it’s that.

warnings: based on an episode of the Call Her Daddy podcast which I know a lot of people hate (I am certainly not a fan nor a regular listener but wanted to hear Hailey's perspective on this), swearing, alcohol, mention of depression / anxiety / dark thoughts – don’t read if any of these trigger you

word count: ~5,500

_____

“Think I’m just gonna take a drive, you know? If that’s okay,” Mathew said tentatively. “Listen to it on my own.” 

You nodded, your breaths shallow, and wondered if he could sense your unease. Then, as he grabbed his keys and set his gaze on you from across the room, you knew beyond a doubt that he could. Of course he could – he’d been your reflection, the balance on the other side of the scale of your life, for more than seven years now. 

Mathew came closer to where you sat on the sleek sofa and caged you in with one arm leaning against the back and the other resting on the arm of the couch. He studied you for a moment before speaking. 

“You gonna be okay here without me? I can stay if you w-“ 

You shook your head quickly, pulling the cuffs of your crewneck down to cover your trembling fingers. 

“I’ll be okay, Maty,” you interrupted, your voice soft but sure. “Promise. You do what you need to do.”

He nodded slowly, raised his hand to tenderly stroke his thumb along your jawline, and kissed you softly. 

“I love you,” he said, as quiet as he’d ever been, yet still at his most firm and convincing. “Nothing in the world is ever going to change that. Nothing. Just… just know that, okay?”

You nodded and brushed back the soft curls that had fallen onto his forehead.

“I know that,” you assured him. “I’ll see you when you get back.” 

— 

You couldn’t immediately open the YouTube app on your TV after Mathew left. It took you five minutes of pacing to simply press the button to power on the screen. After another five minutes of procrastinating by tidying up around the kitchen, you forced yourself to return to the couch and pull up the app. 

You had finally faced your fears last week and had sat down with an acquaintance, Zoe Rodriguez, to comment at last on a topic that you had never before discussed publicly – your personal life. 

But this was far more poignant than just a casual chat with a random friend. Zoe just so happened to be the host of one of the most popular, most-watched, most-listened-to pop culture podcasts in the world. The hour-long conversation took place at Zoe’s studio and consisted of details about your upbringing, your professional projects, and – the reason that probably something like 99% of listeners tuned in – your relationship with Mathew. 

And now, after agonizing over its release for days on end, it was time to face the music. Or, in this case, to face the video version of the podcast episode. Which was also being featured as a long-form article with exclusive photos on Zoe’s blog. (So 2022.) 

You closed your eyes for a moment and prayed silently, primarily, that Mathew wouldn’t be hurt by either the interview or any backlash from it, and secondly, that it might, indeed, deliver some semblance of the peace and freedom you had envisioned when you had agreed to the whole thing in the first place. Next, you curled into the arm of the couch, your toes tucked between the velvety cushions, the long stem of your glass of red wine secured between your two middle fingers. You took a generous gulp of your favorite merlot, set your lips in a firm line, and breathed in deeply. Then, you reached for the remote again, and this time, finally pressed play. Zoe’s familiar voice filled the air, and photos of you, of Mathew, and of the two of you together –  which you had also seen upon briefly scrolling through the corresponding blog post earlier today – flashed onscreen as she introduced the podcast. 

Zoe [playfully]: “Mrs. Barzal, thank you for meeting me today to do this.”

You [smiling]: “Of course. Thank you for having me!” 

Z: “I wanted to tell you, I know you always do the black, rounded nails with no sparkle, and so to channel my inner you, I did the same thing for this interview. You inspired me.”

Y [clapping]: “Ah, I love it! When people tell me I inspire them to do anything when it comes to like fashion, beauty, anything really, I always say that’s the biggest compliment, so thank you so much.”

Z: “So, let’s get into it. You are married to one of the most famous athletes in North America, and by far one of the most famous figures in the NHL, Mathew Barzal.”

Y: “Yes, I am.”

Z: “What are your favorite things about Mathew?” 

Y: “Oh, god, I could go on for so long and this could get really cringey and embarrassing, so I’ll try to keep this short and sweet [giggling]. I think the biggest thing I always tell people is that he’s literally my best friend in the entire world. Like, there is absolutely no one else I would rather spend my time with, even if we’re just snuggling on the couch doing absolutely nothing. And we’ve truly grown up together. We were friends for a long time before anything else, and like… [wistfully] I just love him… He understands me more than anybody ever has in my whole life, and I think that goes both ways. He’s just my guy. He’s the most amazing person with the sweetest soul, which probably not a lot of people know. He’s super romantic and thoughtful. And he’ll probably tease me to no end for saying this but he’s always had this quiet confidence which I find really, really sexy [wiggles eyebrows].”

Z: “I mean yeah, not to make moves on your man, but I would definitely have to agree with that! And I also love how the two of you are honestly just very down to earth for who you both are and the worlds that you come from.” 

Y “Thank you! I appreciate you saying that because, yeah, that is not always the perception of us. And it sounds obnoxious to even try and defend, to be like, ‘no, wait, I swear we seriously are normal and boring!’ But it’s true. Like we love just eating super greasy New York pizza and drinking beers in our living room doing puzzles and watching trash TV. That’s just who we are and that’ll never change.”

Z: “Okay, well now you have to divulge what trash TV you’re watching.”

Y: “Shit, he’s gonna be so pissed at me for blowing up his spot like this [laughing]. But I’m gonna do it anyway. We both love watching Love Island. That’s probably our number one most watched trash show together. Like we wait with bated breath for each episode! So lame. And we also love Real Housewives. That one’s harder to keep up with because there are so many of them now, but we always send each other the memes and stuff on Instagram [throws head back in laughter]. My favorite is Beverly Hills; he likes New York. So dumb but it’s just fun.”

Z: “No, I love it! We all need our mindless TV shows to binge. Now, were you into hockey before you met Mathew? Did you follow it?”

Y: “Honestly, no. I grew up in a family where the NFL was like our religion. My dad did watch the occasional Rangers game – which Mathew loves when I say, as you can imagine – especially on weeknights when we were just chilling after dinner. But no, I was not a big hockey gal. Didn’t know much about it, couldn’t name more than like, ten players in the league probably until Mat and I got together. Things will still happen, like penalties or plays where I’m like having our friends explain to me why that’s not allowed [chuckling]. Which, again, has been yet another misconception, with people thinking I was some kind of puck bunny, skate chaser, going after him because he’s an athlete, which was simply not the case. So yeah, another incorrect perception there. But I know we’ll get deeper into that later.” [smirking]

Z: “Yeah, speaking of which… Now, I have to change the subject-” 

Y: “Oh, god, here we go [readjusts in the chair].” 

Z: “No, no, I know how you feel about this. I know you don’t like talking about it, but we’re just gonna rip the bandaid off, okay? You can do it.”

Y: “Okay [deep breath]. Go. I’m ready.” 

Z: “So, since the very beginning of your relationship, you, in particular, have had a rough go of it from so-called ‘fans.’”

Y: “Mhm.”

Z: “Could you speak on that?” 

Y: “Yeah, it was not a fun thing to deal with as an eighteen-, nineteen-year-old, I will say that. Of course it’s not fun now either, but I have learned how to cope. But in the beginning it was just so intense, and I had no idea where it was coming from, or why. I remember first seeing shit on social media, which we all know is just a toxic vortex for the most part, and just being like, ‘wait, what? What did I do? Why don’t they like me?’ As a teenager, most people want other people to like them, and when that’s not the case, they obsess over it. It can really weigh on you, and you just wonder what you can do, or maybe even shouldn’t have done, so that people like you more. And that is certainly what was happening those first few years. Like all the ‘bunny blogs’ as people call them, and even some like legit media members were so horrible and nasty about us-”

Z: “About you, specifically. You can say it.”

Y: “Well, yeah. That’s true. Mathew got some of it too, though. And again, we’ve known each other for so long, and we were just kids in the beginning. Like, literally kids! And there was definitely some, like, cocky, asshole, entitled behavior going on on both of our parts which came across negatively to people. For him, he was just a little immature when he first came into the league, just like anybody in that position, and he was maybe acting out a bit because he was so young, with all this brand new money, and you couldn’t really tell him anything for a while. But he comes from a wonderful family and he is very grounded at the end of the day, so he quickly grew up and moved on from that. And for me, it was just being on my own in New York City, with a little distance from my family finally, trying to chart my own course and create my own name, and that certainly contributed to this ‘I’ll do whatever I want with whomever I want’ attitude for me which also came across poorly and didn’t necessarily speak to who I really was. But again, we were both just still growing up. We still are! So yeah, I think that contributed to some of that toxicity and negative energy about our relationship early on.”

Z: “And I also personally feel like, with Mathew being who he is – I mean, let’s face it, he was a heartthrob, and still is – and especially playing in a major market, there was probably at least a portion of his fanbase that felt some sense of entitlement, especially maybe among young women, when it came to him and who he dated.”

Y: “Yeah, I definitely think that’s the case. And I think from day one, there were people who supported us, but there were also a ton of people who were angry that he picked me. Like, ‘why do you get to be with him? Why do you get to marry him?’ And I’m like, ‘I don’t know! We fell in love.’ There was times where I can confidently say, like, I don’t think we knew it was gonna be each other. Several times. So like, I can’t say that at 18 years old, I knew 100% that that was my husband. I didn’t know. I didn’t fucking know.”

Z: “No matter who he ended up with though, fans were never going to just be like, ‘oh, yeah, she seems cool! Go Mat!’”

Y: “Yeah, that’s true. Whether it was me, or some sweet, random girl who grew up two towns away from him in BC, or the most perfect celebrity or athlete in the world. No one, in the fans’ minds, would have ever been good enough, no. For whatever reason, the universe determined that we were going to find each other.”

Z: “Right. Like you didn’t ask for this. The two of you just happened to be living in the same city, you met each other, you fell for each other and, boom, little did you know you’d wind up together.” 

Y: “Yes, exactly.” 

Z: “And how has being married to Mathew, with him being who he is, like we’ve already discussed, affected you?”

Y: “[wincing] Yikes. That’s a tough one. Again, I don’t like to focus on the negative, as you can probably tell, because there are so many wonderful things about being with him, being married to him.  Like, I get to spend my life with the absolute best person I know, and I fucking love that. And we get a lot of amazing opportunities and exciting things that come our way because of who he is, who we are, where we live. But it is not always a walk in the park like people think. I have had some really dark days where I wondered if it would be better if I had never met him, or if I was never even here, which pains me to say now because that is no longer the way I feel at all. I’ve been open with him and with my inner circle about those dark, heavy feelings, and thank god, they just embraced me during that time with completely open arms and never shamed or guilted me for the way I was feeling. They encouraged me to just take a step back and not become so wrapped up in it that I couldn’t see my life for what it truly is. And lots, and lots of therapy – it works wonders, people! And don’t get me wrong, there are still times where I do wonder what it would be like if we both just worked normal jobs. Like if I ended up becoming a veterinarian like I always dreamed about and he was like, a salesman or a carpenter or something. I do think about that, what it would be like to not be under such scrutiny for things we say, things we do, places we go, or even just being us. Or what it would be like for people to just not care about us, you know? [chuckles] I sometimes think that that would be really nice. But I also always say, I never wonder what it would be like to be with somebody else. Like I know that he’s it for me, without a doubt. And I get it – we’re in the public eye, and people want to know what’s going on with us. It’s just something that I’ve had to learn to deal with, and to just decide how much of myself and my relationship that I do want to share.”

Z: “Speaking of which, could you tell me a little bit about how social media has impacted you? Maybe both as an individual and your relationship?”

Y: “Yeah, the thing I always say to my family and close friends is that it feels very foreign and bizarre for everyone and their brother to feel as though they have a say in my relationship. First of all, because they don’t. Let’s just make that very clear. Mathew and I do not take the public’s opinion of us into consideration at all when we think or talk about our relationship and what steps to take next, or what decisions to make moving forward. And it’s also weird because… why do people get so invested in a relationship which isn’t even theirs? That’s what has always been so strange to me. Just because we cherry-pick moments of our lives that we choose to share on social media or through the media, whether that’s magazines or interviews or whatever, doesn’t mean that people actually know us. Again, I understand people recognize us as public figures, but why do they go out of their way to go on social media and let us, and the entire world, know what they think of us? Like, to be quite frank, I don’t care that people were pissed when we got together at 18 and broke up at 20 and got back together at 21 and then almost immediately got engaged and married. Did I ever envision that happening? No, I absolutely didn’t. Can I understand that people were shocked or surprised? Yes, totally. I definitely get that. But why were you angry? That has always thrown both of us for a loop. Because who were the only two peoples’ lives who were actually impacted by that decision? His, and mine. That’s a choice we made together, without anyone else’s influence, and it’s one that we are super proud of. Because it might have seemed crazy to the outside world, but it felt right to us at the time, and it still does to this day. So, as much as is humanly possible, we’ve just refused to let other peoples’ negativity impact the way we view ourselves or one another or go about our relationship, as hard as people might try.”

Z: “And to that point, at the start of this relationship, people were even questioning your motives for wanting to be with Mathew. People were saying that you were only with him for the fame, or the money, or that you sought him out, sought this life out, purposefully, with these questionable motives at the front of your mind. Can you speak to that specific perception of the relationship and how that felt to you?”

Y: “You know, the funny thing about that one to me is, I came from a well-known family, and every single one of my family members will tell you that since I was a little girl I would say, ‘when I grow up, my husband is gonna be a nurse or a professor and I’m gonna be a stay-at-home mom, and we’re gonna live in the middle of nowhere and have a bunch of kids!’ Like, I never wanted this life. I never wanted people to know who I was or where I lived or anything about me, really. I was always jealous of my friends who did have that. So when I heard that narrative about Mathew and me, of course it wasn’t fun, because like I said, as an eighteen-year-old, you do care a lot about what people think of you and how you’re perceived. But eventually I was just able to laugh it off knowing that anybody who really, truly knows me, knows that that is so far from being the case. And it took plenty of therapy sessions and discussions with Mathew, but I realized that no one will ever know the way that this relationship came to be, because it was behind closed doors. And that’s okay. I actually came to love that fact. Because as much as people think they know, they really don’t. Again, the only people who know how it happened and what our intentions were are Mathew, me, and those closest to us who we’ve trusted with that information. And no one is ever going to be able to take that away from me, or from us – not that, nor anything else in my life. So now I realize that that’s a beautiful thing.” 

Z: “Tell me about how things have changed for you in these past couple of years since you’ve put in the work, and explain why you say things have gotten better for you.”

Y: “Yeah, I definitely think things have improved over the last couple of years, and part of that probably does have to do with the fact that I’ve spent a lot of time working on my healing and my inner peace. But overall, for the most part, people are nicer. As you know, there were several years there where I just didn’t share anything with anyone. Even my friends from high school or, like, my sister’s friends or parents’ friends would be like, ‘is she okay? I haven’t seen her post anything in forever. She, like, fell off the face of the earth.’ And that was a product of that scrutiny and that pressure being so intense for a while. I thought, well, if I don’t share anything, and if Mat doesn’t share anything about me, then they can’t hurt me. I didn’t want Mathew to post me on any social media outlet, at all. Not for my birthday, not for our anniversary, nothing. And whatever I did post was very guarded, very cryptic, and many times I would just take it down, like, hours later after overthinking it. And eventually I did realize that that was actually really hurting him in ways I couldn’t even comprehend at that time, until we both just opened up and got brutally honest about the way we were both feeling and how the other’s behaviors were hurting each other. And that was like a wake-up call. Like, ‘hey, this is not all about you, and this is something your partner wants to do to make you feel loved, so snap out of it.’ It took me a long time and a lot of work to get over it and let him show me off because he’s proud of me. And you know what? I’m damn proud of him too, and now I let people know it. I’m ashamed to say I used to be scared to post when he, like, hit a milestone or made the national roster or something. And now I’m like his professional hype woman, and when people have nasty things to say about it, we just tune out the noise, because at the end of the day, none of that matters. The only thing that does is how we feel about one another. And now I feel like I can be vulnerable and be my truest, most authentic self with my audience. And in 99 cases out of 100, they have been so incredible to me, and to Mat, too. Like, I have people who love the beauty line who have never watched a hockey game in their life before finding me, now they’re posting Mat on their story and tweeting to him like, ‘yes, king, you’re going to the playoffs, we’re so proud of you!’ And I just think that’s the sweetest thing ever. And I felt like actually taking the step to, even though at times it was really uncomfortable for me, being like, ‘I’m proud of who I am, and this is my personality.’ And like, this is gonna sound probably so corny, but to me, I’ve always felt like I was just a girl from fucking New York… [covers face] Oh my god, this is gonna sound so cringe! I grew up, to me, I felt like, very normal… I’m from a small town called Nyack which is outside New York. And I woke up every day and I was homeschooled and I did ballet! [giggling] And I feel like I’ve remained that same person. And of course life has changed drastically, but at the core, I feel like I’m proud of who I am. I know I’ve always been the same person, and I feel very rooted and very grounded. And I grew up very grounded and rooted. And of course I came from a famous family, that’s the reality of my life. Can’t change that either. And I just feel like people didn’t really know me or know my story or know the kind of person I was. People don’t know what kind of friend I am. People don’t know what kind of daughter I am. People don’t know what kind of sister I am. But I know.”

Z: “Speaking about your family, your friends: as we wrap up, tell me, who are the people in your circle who you lean on? Who do you trust no matter what? Who is there for you, other than Mat, when you’re having a bad day, having a tough time?”

Y: “First and foremost, my parents. I feel super fortunate that the two of them are truly some of my very best friends. They still live in the home I grew up in outside the city, so when I’m feeling overwhelmed in the city or even on the Island or I just need to get away, that’s where I go. It’s like my sanctuary. My mom and I love to cook and bake together, and my dad and I love taking the dogs for long walks in the woods by our house, and when it’s nice we go fishing. See, there’s another thing people probably don’t know about me! I can fish even with these claws. [chuckling as she holds up her fingers to display her signature black acrylic tips] And Mathew and I each have one sister. They’re both out on the West Coast so we don’t get to see them as often as we’d like, but we both talk to them pretty much every day. And when I need to vent or cry to somebody, my first call is to one of them. And I feel really lucky to still be best friends with a couple of girls from my hometown who I’ve literally known for like twenty years now. I won’t call them out here, but they’re on my socials from time to time. They’re my rock. And finally, some of the veteran wives on the team have become my very best friends, including Sydney [Esiason, daughter of New York Jets great Boomer, wife of Islanders enforcer Matthew] Martin, Kristy Cizikas [wife of Casey], Meg Bailey [wife of Josh], and even more. I’m really close with that group in particular because, one, Mathew is really close with all their spouses on the team and two, because for better or worse, they and I have gone through very similar things, so they’ve helped me through a lot. I know I can lean on them for support and come to them with anything because we’re all in the same boat, you know? Plus they all have the sweetest babies, so getting to go over to their houses and play with them and cuddle with them always lowers the blood pressure!” 

Z: “If you could say something to the public, which this is obviously giving you the opportunity to do, what would you say?” 

Y: “To all of my supporters, I think I’d just say thank you. Thank you to those of you who have always supported me and been lovely to me. Thank you for giving me a continued platform and a voice which allows me to, hopefully, do things that matter, things that can make a difference. And I’d also say, to those people who have not always been so nice or those who do not like me, first I’d say, that’s okay. I don’t need you to like me, truthfully [snickers]. Like, that’s okay and that’s your prerogative. Second, I’d say… I’m not going anywhere. [laughing hysterically] Just kidding… kind of! But in reality, I’d just say, don’t forget that there is a real person on the other side of that screen you’re staring at while you make these mean comments. A real person with emotions and problems and shit going on in their life that you have no idea about. I would just encourage people to keep that in mind next time they go to make a comment or post a nasty video. And overall, just be kind to each other. We don’t have enough kindness in this world, and it can be a really cold place to be. So be a light and just try to make the world around you a better place, even if it’s just your little corner of it. You’ll be happier – I promise.”  

— 

As Zoe wrapped up the interview onscreen, you held your breath, hand pressed to your chest, waiting for the anxiety, the dread

But you didn’t feel anxiety, though. No, not in this moment. You weren’t nervous or scared or wishing you could take it all back, like you fully anticipated you would feel.

Instead, you felt pride. And that feeling alone was enough to make you smile. 

Then, you did another thing that would have terrified you two years ago, especially after a public appearance: you opened your Twitter mentions and began to scroll. 

Of course, there was still the occasional troll who popped their ugly head in to spew hate throughout your mentions. But overwhelmingly, almost exclusively… it was love. And, even more importantly, respect.

nobody should receive hate for who they love. we love you, @/yourusername!

wow, I honestly had no clue @/yourusername went through all of this. what a strong person, but she shouldn’t have had to endure that. kudos, gf!

y’all just jealous you ain’t who barzy chose, and it’s time to get over it. shoutout @/yourusername for baring her heart!

I’m glad @/yourusername said things are better now, but damn.. people suck. keep being you, bestie!

we should all be so lucky to have @/yourusername grace us with her being.. @/barzal97 especially you, homeboy. we <;3 you guys!

The feeling of a smile spreading across your face while using social media felt foreign, but you embraced it – another reminder that things were, in fact, different now, better now. 

You stood up, stretched your arms to the ceiling, and let the smile grow on your lips and the gratitude bloom in your heart before you took your empty glass to the sink. You peered at the clock and wondered when Mathew might return and how he might be feeling at this very moment. 

By way of distraction from obsessing over his arrival, you sat at the kitchen counter on your laptop, attempting to begin sifting through the barrage of emails that had filtered in within just the last several hours since the interview went live. Just as you were wrapping up a response to your agent about one of the many requests for additional comment (never going to happen, you thought to yourself as you shook your head), you heard the familiar sound of the lock on the front door clicking open.

This is it. 

You steeled yourself, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath from your belly, and you waited. Against all your rationale, you waited for him to be upset, or offended, or angry, or, far worse than all of the above, disappointed. You could crawl out of your skin at the idea of disappointing him. 

His footsteps came nearer, and you couldn’t bear to turn around and face him, not yet. But he didn’t need you to. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, his chin settling on your shoulder. As you relaxed into his touch, you rested your hands against his forearm.

Neither of you made a move for a beat, and suddenly you heard soft sniffling in your ear. Concern washing over you, you reached back to sink your nails into his hair. He tucked his face into your neck, and it was only then that you felt a warm wetness on your skin. Your heart beat faster, panic coursing through your veins. 

“Bubs… are you okay?” you whispered.

You wriggled loose in his grasp just enough to turn on the barstool and meet his eyes. He immediately cupped your face in his long fingers, a newfound admiration in his teary gaze. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m just so fucking proud of you,” he finally choked out. “To open up and be vulnerable the way you did… that takes so much strength and so much courage. I just, I admire you and I respect you so much, baby. I love you, you know that?” 

His eyebrows were knit together, desperate to make you understand how much he meant every single word. You knew he did — you felt it deep within your soul, could see it in his warm chestnut eyes. You pressed your hand against his and nodded. 

“I do know. And I love you so much.” 

— 

later that night…

#my writing #hbb interview fic #mathew barzal #mat barzal #mathew barzal fanfiction #mathew barzal fanfic #mathew barzal fic #mathew barzal writing #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fanfic #mat barzal fic #mat barzal writing #m.barzal

[barzysunflower]

Can you write prompt 42 of the lemon list with Barzy please ?

loving the smut requests 🫶🏼 42. “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

cw: short and sweet but still very smutty!!! 18+

"Ah, Mathew, please," you moaned in pleasure as he ground his hips into your center, pressing your back flat onto the kitchen island. His touch was desperate, needing to take you immediately, but that was to be expected after he'd just come back from a week long roadtrip.

His lips kissed every inch it could reach then he settled on that one spot on your neck that made you go crazy. "Maty, I love it when you kiss my neck," you moaned in a whisper, tugging at his shirt.

"I know." Mat lifted his head, exposing the mischievous grin on his face. "And I'm taking full advantage of that, because I need you now."

Your head fell back when he pulled your leggings down, gripping your already soaking wet pussy. "Perfect," he whispered, then got to work on pulling his own pants down. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel so good."

You nodded, equally as desperate as him. And before you knew it he was pushing his hard cock into you. He was slow and careful, making sure you were ready enough and once you were he buried himself to the hilt with a loud groan.

He was big. Thick. And you could feel the way it stretched you open. "More, more, more, more." You had no idea if he actually heard the words, but he certainly delivered with hard, deep thrusts. Once you were both warmed up enough, he lifted himself and grabbed your thighs so he could speed up his thrusts. The room was filled of the sound of your skin slapping together and your desperate moans and cries.

"Taking me so good, baby. Such a good girl for me." Your moans only grow louder at his praise and you had to hold onto his shoulders for support. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, which only makes him pound himself into you harder. To add to the stimulation, his fingertips found your clit, rubbing just as furiously as he was pounding into you. Just a few minutes later you could feel yourself edging towards your release.

He knew you all too well and was fast approaching his release as well, so his thrusting only got more intense - faster, harder, full of vigor. Praises spilt from his lips as he felt you squeeze around him, letting your release wash over you. "Good fucking girl cummin around my cock like that," he slurs. "Giving me your fucking orgasms. Never gonna be able to get enough of it, baby." He grunts some more. "I gonna cum so fucking deep inside of you, yeah?"

You nodded, still in your orgasm haze, and just a couple of seconds later he spilt himself inside you. String after sting of his thick load coated your insides while his legs were shaking pushing himself deeper inside you, not wanting to spill a single drop of his cum.

"Welcome home, baby."

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #smut #lolo’s 1k celly #mat barzal fic #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal smut #nhl smut #hockey smut #nhl fic #hockey fics #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

[mythmakinvgxz]

tipsy / matias recalt

summary: matias is drunk and won’t get to bed.

tw: smut (fingering / f!receiver)

words count: 1.5k

author’s note: sorry this is kinda short but its my first time writing smut

“matias, let's go to sleep. you can barely keep your eyes open.”

like almost every evening after the end of filming, the whole cast gathered to relax after a busy day, and this time she had offered to host everyone at her house. the evening was quiet, she had bought something to drink and all the guests were currently on the balcony chatting and laughing. their voices reached the living room, where they were, muffled. she had remained there, without joining the others, to help matias who, given that he had been drinking quite a bit, was quite tipsy and was about to fall asleep on the sofa.

he raised an arm in her direction as if to push those words out of the air "what are you talking about, i swear i'm wide awake." he mumbled, his eyes half closed. “mati, come on.” sighing, she took his hand to at least get him off the couch. but he wouldn't hear of it and he refused to move, leaving him lying where he was. there was nothing else that could be done to convince him to go to sleep, but maybe…

she lowered herself to her knees, so that her face was at the same height as her boyfriend's, and whispering softly in his ear she said "if you don't come to bed now, i won't sleep with you tonight." she told him in a warm and mischievous voice, and in front of that threat, matias couldn't do anything but get up suddenly from the sofa, unable to refuse that offer. he took her by the hand, excited due to the alcohol, and without looking back he walked down the narrow corridor that led to his girlfriend's room.

after she told him this, he immediately changed his mind, happy to be able to spend another night with her. as soon as they entered the small dark room, lit only by the light coming from the street, matias, after closing the door, staggered towards the bed, where he fell, causing all the springs to creak.

“mati, be quiet!” she said softly, so as not to make a mess and alarm the others who were right next to them: the window of her room looked directly onto the balcony.

she walked over to the bed and said “let’s get you to bed, a’ight?” matias nodded in response with his eyes closed. she started at him for a while waiting for him to get ready to go to bed. “mati you need to take your clothes off, i'm not getting you in my bed with this filthy shirt.” “my shirt is not filthy!” he answered in an offended tone. “it literally smells like smoke and alcohol, mati.” she said, moving closer to him to smell what he was wearing, making a disgusted face.

"okay okay. but can you help me?” matias asked in a soft tone, like he was embarrassed to ask such thing "all right." she replied, positioning herself between his legs to begin taking off his shirt. as soon as her cold fingers touched his boyfriend's skin, he hissed at that sudden contact, but recovered immediately as soon as she took off his shirt. letting the collar over his head, it ruffled his hair, which was now a mess. she laughed at the sight as she reached down to take off his pants as well. as soon as those were removed too, he fell onto his back on the bed, sighing.

“i’ll be back in a while to see how you’re doing, okay?” she asked while opening the door, ready to get out and enjoy the night with her friends.

"where are you going?" he asked in alarm, suddenly getting up from the bed and reaching her at the edge of the door. his voice was worried. “i'm going to join the others, i'll be back soon, mati.”

“please stay with me.” the boy took her hand in his, looking into her eyes, begging her to stay with him and not go anywhere else. she looked at him for an answer, but in his eyes she only found a plea not to leave him alone.

“alright.” in the end she accepted, closing the door slowly behind her, trying not to create any suspicion among the guests. she went to her closet, and in the dim light looked for her pajamas. “come here, i'll help you.” his hand took her waist and brought her closer to the bed. the boy sat down on her blankets, finding herself standing between his legs. his hands slowly caressed her hips under her dress and, taking the fabric, began to remove it. he took his time, gently caressing her body as if it were glass. at that contact she shivered but let go when matias' warm hands reached her hips, once her dress had been removed.

the atmosphere shifted quickly when the boy, patting on his lap, told her “come, sit.” she obeyed immediately, sitting on his legs, trembling. it was as if the effect of the alcohol had worn off and matias had returned to normal. he was now ready to make her feel good, as he always had done. he began with an innocent kiss on her temple, moving down to the corners of her mouth, her neck, her chest. she could feel her skin burn under his touch.

“mati…” she said softly, lost in his touch“you have to go to sleep, you're too drunk.” she told him trying to ignore the warm feeling that was slowly making its way inside her. he mumbled under his breath, tracing kisses along her jaw. “c’mon.” she got up rejecting that feeling and regaining clarity.

when they finally got under the covers she faced the wall, trying to sleep and to ignore the pulsing sensation between her legs. he barely touched her and she was already a mess.

she felt matias turning over in the bed, looking for the perfect position to sleep, which ultimately turned out to be the spoon. his body was tightly attached to hers, and one of his hands found its way around her waist, squeezing it. she could feel his hot breath against her ear, and sighed in release.

he murmured, feeling her relax at his touch and his hand began to wander cautiously on her skin. when she felt his fingers approaching her panties, she knew what was about to happen. she held her breath, waiting for him to act. and when his hand slipped inside, she let out a gasp. “what, bebè?”

she wanted to answer, but she just couldn’t, with the chaos of emotion she was feeling, all at once. instead, she let out a soft moan as his fingers barely touched her folds. he began to trace soft kisses on her shoulder, she could feel the cold of his earring behind her neck.

when suddenly one of his fingers entered her, she gasped out loud “shhh, they’re gonna hear us.” matias said in a whisper, while his finger moved in and out of her. "or worse, see us." she bit her lower lip, trying to stay quiet and stifle a moan that almost escaped her mouth.

matias' finger then moved at a faster pace, outside and inside her. when his fingers became two she felt like she couldn't hold on any longer and began to tremble slowly, while he praised her. "you're being so good, my good girl, right?" he whispered in her ear and waited for an answer that never came, so he repeated "right?" trying to catch her breath, between moans she replied "y-yes..."

"that's right." he said in a husky voice, making her shiver. her moans along with his breathing echoed through the room, and the sounds he was making slipping his fingers in and out her entrance were obscene. his other hand reached one of her breasts, groping it and began to squize her nipple.

she couldn't take it anymore, feeling a liquid sensation growing inside her and when matias' fingers curled slightly, she let out a loud moan. “do you want everyone to hear how good i’m making you feel?” he dared, biting her ear softly. those dirty words did nothing but excite her more, just at the thought of being seen.

matias' fingers were now going in and out of her entrance at an embarrassing speed, causing her legs to tremble. the feeling in her womb deepened as his tired voice continued to speak in her ear "you're so good, just for me. mi mami." those words sent her out and, whimpering, she felt her liquids leaking out and soaking matias' fingers. closing her eyes, she tried to catch her breath as she mumbled dumb his name over and over again, suffering from the orgasm.

"you did so good, baby." he praised her, as they faced each other. he wiped a tear from her eye, kissing it softly, and gifting her a smile.

their lips finally met, crushing in a passionate smile as their tongues intertwined and matias groaned softly in her mouth. as they parted she said "you still smells like alcohol, mati." placing a hand on his bare chest.

"you didn't seem to mind it before." he replied, winking.

#matias recalt fic #matias recalt fanfic #matias recalt x you #matias recalt x reader #matias recalt smut #matias recalt #lsdln #lsdln fic #lsdln cast

[drewsbuzzcut]

Can you write the part where Mat and Y/N make love after their wedding reception ?

I Love My Name Inside Your Voice

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: smut, smut, cuss words, alcohol consumption, being drunk, breeding kink

You should be joining everyone for breakfast right now. You should be basking in all of the happiness and compliments that you’d be receiving if you were with everyone, but right now you’re basking in a different kind of attention.

The sun is hot, shining in through the curtains in your hotel suite. Your salacious moans are hotter, though. Mat’s laid on the bed, pillows providing support and you’re straddling him, enjoying the way his thick length hits deeper in this position.

“Holy fuck, maty. Fuck,” you moan, trying to adjust to the fullness in your core.

Mat’s hands are gripping your hips, holding you to settle your squirming and to guide your movements. It wasn’t your first time riding Mat, but you still had to adjust each time as the position let him fill you more than he already does.

“C’mon, baby. Look at me. Look at me,” Mat tells you, your back arched and eyes focused on the ceiling. You take deep breaths, trying not to cum too soon. You place your hands on his strong thighs, anchoring yourself as you start to bounce on him.

His eyes are glued on you. The bright sun doing wonders at masking both of your evident hangovers. Even if it didn’t mask anything, Mat still knew you were the most beautiful person on earth. He watches the way your boobs bounce with your movements. Your stomach tenses at a particular spot being touched by his tip.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Keep fucking yourself on my cock,” he says to you, making you moan loudly, your walls clenching down on him.

Mat throws his head back, mouth open, a sweet moan clawing its way out of his throat. You continue bouncing on him, dragging an early orgasm out of Mat, but you aren't finished yet. The feeling of his hot cum painting your walls drove you insane, your movements becoming faster. It’s all too much, you throw your body to lay on top of his. When he gets through his orgasm, he moves to a sitting position. Your hands go to his back, scratching your nails into his skin. His hands still your hips, so he can thrust into you at an unforgiving pace. You scream out in ecstasy, most likely waking up anyone who isn’t already awake. The whole hotel could probably hear the animalistic noises coming from the both of you.

“Faster,” you say breathlessly, throwing your head back and trying to meet his thrusts.

“Gonna cum, pretty girl? Cum for me,” he circles your clit, driving your orgasm home. You tense and throw your body back, whimpering as his cock slips out of you, and landing on the blankets sprawled out at the end of the bed.

Mat tenderly picks you up and moves the both of you to the top of the bed to lay down, knowing you were in need of some aftercare.

“We need to shower and get downstairs to join everyone,” you whisper dazedly.

“Shower together?”

“Of course.”

You and Mat make it downstairs, red tinting both your cheeks at all the smirks and knowing looks you’re receiving. As you greet everyone, Nolan perks up when he sees you, jumping straight into your arms. His head nuzzles into your neck with his little hand reaching out, wanting Mat to hold it.

“Hey, little man. Good morning,” he greets Nolan, causing his son to squeal in your arms.

“You mean good afternoon,” Liana teases, earning a glare from Mat, but a giggle from you.

As you settle at the table and Mat serves the both of you breakfast, you chat amongst your friends and family, trading stories about last night. Your girlfriends are trying to get any details from you that they can. You’d eventually tell them what they wanted to know, but not in front of family.

Nolan, predictably, moves to rest in Mat’s arms where he falls asleep the moment his daddy starts patting his back. You watch as Mat eats with one hand while the other holds Nolan securely. It’s so natural for him. His large hands being so gentle transports you back to last night. The way he carefully undressed you and pulled you apart with those same hands.

Stepping out of the elevator and into your suite, Mat’s hands immediately attach themselves to the zipper of your dress. The feeling of the silk falling off your body is nothing compared to the warm touch provided by the soft drag of his fingers along your shoulder blades and spine. You’re only left in your white, wedding lingerie. You hear the surprised gasp from Mat, a smirk automatically painting your face. He saw the 13 embroidered in the back of your thong.

“You’re unbelievable,” he whispers, nosing at your hair before moving to press soft kisses onto the side of your neck.

You turn in his hold, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling him trace the blue 13. Your heart is pounding and your fingers are twitching, dying to touch him all over, dying to hear him talk some more. His hands start to roam your back, teasing you with his touch. A soft whine escapes your mouth when he unclasps your bra with just one hand. Your mouth finds his chest, wanting to show him attention as well. His hands hold onto your cheeks, bringing your lips to his, finally. The kiss is slow and sweet, but it definitely makes your heart speed up. Lust starts to linger, infiltrating your every move.

“I love you, wife,” it sounds so sweet coming from him.

“I love you, husband,” you say, resuming your kiss to hide your shy smile, but you couldn’t stop it from forming.

He picks you up, your legs around his waist and hands in his hair, making a mess of it. He lays you down in the center of your hotel bed, the plush comforter surrounding you. He kisses the edge of your jaw, kisses your neck, kisses your collarbones, kisses your “13” tattoo on the swell of your boob, kisses in between your boobs, and all the way down your stomach until he reaches your panties. Your impatient body writhes under his lips, hips jutting up, eager for friction.

He pulls your panties down your legs, careful to not rip them, knowing you’d be bothered if he did. He starts kissing around your waiting core. Your inner thighs, hips, and your lower abdomen all receive attention that you want so badly to be focused on your needy cunt.

“Maty, please touch me,” you plead, hands trying to grab a hold of his face so you can guide him where you need him.

“As you wish, Mrs. Barzal,” he winks at you, holding eye contact as he leans down and presses kisses to your pussy.

He starts off with kitten licks, smirking every now and then at the silent squeals you let out.

The soft licks turn into strong flicks, ravenous noises slipping from him as he enjoys your taste. You try to remain still, but when his tongue starts to twirl around your clit, you lose control. Your back arches, mouth open, spewing moans and sounds of bliss. Your hands grip his hair tightly, pulling on the strands each time you edge closer to your release.

“Cum for me, baby. I know you want to. Let me taste you,” he hums into your heat, making you cum on the spot.

Your wet hole clenches around nothing, practically begging for something to fill you up. Your moans get a little louder as you pull harder on Mat’s hair. You try to scoot up farther on the bed, but he pulls you back to where you were by your ankles, making you giggle.

“I’m not done,” he says hotly, making you groan internally, ready for whatever he was about to do.

Mat doesn’t give you much time before he’s tonguing around your hole. You let out a moan that soon turns into a loud gasp when he starts sucking on your clit while fingering you. Your head turns sideways, mouth biting onto the sheets to keep your screams in.

“Look at me. I want to hear you,” he instructs, momentarily giving you time to breathe.

Your breathing gets more erratic with every movement his fingers and mouth make. Your back continues to arch up, he eventually has to hold your hips down. His thick fingers make a come hither movement inside of you, reaching your g-spot, catapulting you into your second orgasm of the night.

“Holy fuck. Maty, fuck me please,” you beg.

He ignores your begging, preferring to lick up your sweet release. He thrusts his tongue into you, very much loving the way your chest heaves and the satisfied moans and groans you’re letting out.

“No more, baby. ‘M sensitive,” you whimper.

Your husband makes his way up your body, kissing on your neck. You lazily unbutton his dress shirt and peel it off of him, feeling up his strong biceps. Between his kisses, he bites your neck, using his tongue to soothe the pleasing sting and blowing cool air on the wet spot, surely making you arch your back some more.

He moves his kisses to your lips, sending you humming into his mouth. Your body starts to relax with the way his body is resting against yours. His warmth surrounds you, melting you into a puddle of mush.

“Baby, I want you in me. Please, love me,” you whisper into the kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers into the skin of your neck, leaning his body off of yours, slowly unbuttoning his pants.

He smatters kisses all round the skin of your boobs before he’s licking your nipples and sucking them into his mouth. You bring your hands into his hair, massaging his scalp, but also holding him there while you bask in the euphoria of his mouth on you.

He pulls away from you, making you pout at him, but he just smirks at your blissed out state. Lips swollen, hair messy, nipples red and wet, and your eyes glazed over. He’s at the end of the bed when he pulls his pants off, eyes boring into you, further heating you up. Once he moves to be between your legs, so close to where you need him most, you reach up and pull the band of his briefs down. His thick, hard, and ready cock hits his abdomen, and you guide his shaft down to glide against your used core. His red tip nudges your swollen clit, sending your hips flying up.

His hands hold onto your hips before he lets himself be swallowed by your warm walls.

“Oh my god, you feel so good!”

“You’re so tight, baby. So wet, too,” he gasps.

His thrusts are slow, but strong, enough to have you moaning his name. Both your fingers are entwined while he holds your hands down on the bed. You’re not sure if it’s all the alcohol you’ve consumed tonight, or the way his body moves against yours, but you’re dizzy. You’re both drunk off each other.

Your legs wrap around his body when his thrusts start to speed up. Mat’s eyes close in effort to distract himself from watching the way your body is reacting to him, the way your walls clench down on him. You were close to your third orgasm of the night, and he didn’t want to release before you did.

“Maty, baby, I need to touch you,” you groan out, trying to free your hands.

He doesn’t release your hold, just fastening his movements, pounding into you. Your moans and screams of bliss start bouncing off the walls. Your body becomes damp in sweat, hair starting to stick to the skin of your neck and forehead. While his thrusts are fast, you can feel him start to tense up, meaning that he was close, too. You need to have your hands on him, so you squeeze down on him, making him release his hold and thrust even faster. Your nails dig into the skin of his back, finding their way down to his ass and squeezing the round globes. He silences your moans with a kiss, tongue sneaking in when you start to moan again. You can still taste the faint taste of your arousal on his tongue. You suck on it, wanting him to submit to his orgasm instead of holding it in.

“Stop squeezing me, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, forehead resting on yours.

“No. Just cum in me, baby. I want your cum deep inside of me,” you answer, knowing that calling him “baby,” makes him weak. You didn’t often call him by that pet name, usually sticking to “barzy” or “hotshot.”

“Fuck. Want another baby? You want my cum to paint your walls? Fuck, you all pregnant and round with my baby is so sexy,” he moans.

“Fuck yes!” You whimper as his thrusts continue without an end in sight.

You throw your head back, gripping onto the sheets as you feel his hot cum spurt into you. The sensation causes you to hit your third orgasm. Your walls spasming around his member, both of your stomach tensing at the feeling. Your legs are shaking, whimpers falling off your lips when he eventually slips out of you. You feel Mat lay himself down next to you, so you turn on your side to face him. You let your fingers trail up his torso from his happy trail to his collarbones, enjoying the way he twitches because your touch heightened his sensitivity.

“I love you, baby,” you whisper sweetly, moving to rest on the upper half of his body and kissing his lips.

“I love you more. I’m happy we’re finally married,” he whispers into the kiss.

“Me too. You’re my forever, always have been,” you say, starting to come down from the clouds, falling into a satiated sleep.

He presses a kiss to your cheek, covering both your bodies with the sheet, and letting himself fall asleep, knowing damn well you’d be up and ready to start another round soon.

You both basically fucked the night away, well whatever was left of the night.

“Baby?” You snap out of your memories of the night prior, fixing your attention on Mat.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You spaced out,” Mat asks, adjusting a sleeping Nolan in one arm while the other moves to the back of your chair.

“Just thinking about last night,” you whisper, bringing your body closer to his and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He only smirks, a gleam in his eyes. He wraps his free hand around the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his.

“We get to do that for the rest of our lives,” he states.

“Hell yeah we do,” you say cheerily, closing the space between you both, loving the way his kisses will never fail to make you blush.

You will never grow tired of your life with Mat Barzal.

a/n: Wedding night smut is finally here! I hope you all enjoy!

#mat barzal #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #mat barzal angst #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #visceral in doses

[amethystpath-writes]

Amethyst Makes Snazzy Playlists:

@save-the-villainous-cat was asking for recs, and I figured I’d share what random playlists I have. Most are appropriately named to fit their theme.

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KZz0gN6OPUpRRIFUBm6YP?si=2901b5160c17421f

“I’m Sleeping in the Forest Tonight” -Indie music. Very chill vibes- like sitting by a campfire with your woodsy friends who all wear Earthy tones and have cute beanies. (Gregory Alan Isakov, Sufjan Stevens, Lord Huron...just to name a few)

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0O4KcLNi3QbHhUCDMnXmhv?si=cd0465be7f3c4944

“Art”- Indie. I use this one for writing a lot. Music that tells a story, or part of one, or just makes you feel good. (Hozier, Gang of Youths, The Amazing Devil)

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/27v4om9UpCKS3Uf08ikWP6?si=1ced1fa8d3224aed

“For Villains of Every Era”- Em? Envision a- uh- villain from the 1920s in the US. Some of it gives a little bit of an old western days vibe. Idk, it’s immaculate and I guarantee it will satisfy your villainistic means. (Mother Mother, Shayfer James, Rob Cantor, The Crane Wives, Dirt Poor Robins)

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1iZAmsjJB9EBNLhaWb0OQB?si=63cbd9d2bde74533

“Is this the end?”- end of the world, slightly badass (Adele, Rihanna, Woodkid, SYML, Fall Out Boy). Very minimal use of metal bands, you can always hide the songs you don’t like!

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0rpo8LAnoEEVjIW4PDVToH?si=b08ad86ec703492f

“Alter Ego” -mad alternative/skater vibes. (Fall Out Boy, Gorillaz, Arctic Monkeys, The Neighborhood, Foster The People, Greenday, Paramore...I don’t think I need to list more)

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4v89AQklsPm9KiJZK6CB28?si=b9ba1956ff7746b8

“POV: you’re a vampire and you lost your mortal lover”- Indie. Can you tell I really like indie music? Anyway...this one sounds cliché, but it’s really sweet and I think the title gives it a good perspective. (Sufjan Stevens, Iron & Wine, Lord Huron, SYML, Kodaline, Keaton Henson)

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0DX9PlXnX6BOmGMiNXdFyz?si=b0db012a970f4210

“you are dying and this is all which you cannot portray”- Metal/rock. Similar to the vampire playlist, but make it a different genre. (Seether- mostly this band, Breaking Benjamin, Staind)

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1cJGrxj8FtVWrDI7wsXIr9?si=e30fa6391d6d4f39

“Amethyst Maties”- every genre honestly. This is just every single song my followers (you guys) have recommended to me!

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/47Z4dmqpAQDq77ZWkw4a6U?si=0ee0dca94a0d4a0e

“Sea Shanties”- mostly self-explanatory. There is also some sweet viking shit in here, too. Highly recommend.

***

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/17Bgh9zDILySwxSqVgcsfo?si=401bb1e509674771

“105.5 before it was country”- local radio station that had alternative/folksy music. They abruptly stopped broadcasting and the country folk took over. (Fitz and The Tantrums, Neon Trees, Florence + The Machine, Cold War Kids, Of Monsters and Men, Train, OneRepublic, fun.) This was my FAVORITE type of music when I was in middle school...ten-ish years ago?

***

There are others on my page, but they’re more personal playlists and don’t really have themes. Some of them are just chaotic playlists that I use at the gym 😂

#not writing #music #music recommendation #villain playlist #spotify #spotify playlist #anywee byeee

[deathmycotime]

the time travel aspect is less prominent(?) now, as in there isn't a direct future version of anyone coming back in time or something, because it would just straight up be a mix of tokyo revengers + spiderverse.

now instead of aeron being aware (?) of time travelling (or like. the existence of future aeron in the first place), it's noctis getting visions.

writings in bm under the cut i do not feel like translating in my mind rn lmao

cerita dia mcm ni: noctis boleh nampak, hmmm. life essence. ?? orang. intipati kehidupan lol. tah la, mcm, berapa lama orang boleh hidup. mcm timer la kiranya. like an hourglass, how much sand is left before time runs out. kadang2, essence tu boleh ditambah, kadang2 dia boleh leak jugak. it's like blood without veins or connections. if people lose it they die la. so basically noctis yang nampak aeron ada scar tu (tak sure lagi kalau design tu mcm mana) and i guess because aeron is actively being chased, and he's a time anomaly (star trek has something called temporal anomaly. which is pretty cool?), he can see creatures and the reapers. i called the. uh. dimension? world? idk. alam tu la, aku panggil myco aevum. but like i don't know. myceliaevum. hyphaevum. bro idk it's mashing two words together lmao. kalau noctis pulak, entah la, dia boleh nampak makhluk di sebalik masa sebab. ada la. aku tak tau do HAHAHH. i've had the term 'harbinger' stuck onto her but i am unsure if that even is the case.

something to do with characters i haven't explained yet like penglipurlara (the storyteller). the concept of the character is two faced (?) (unrelated but i just read about janus the two faced god. no idea how that will be taken into inspiration but it is interesting to read. i am bad with myths and its lore.) i'm not sure yet actually, how that relates with two other characters masa and mati (name unsure yet. could be changed waktu/maut/etc) that represent time and death repectively.

nyeeeeeh aku tak tau la TT-TT. aghdsgfhffgggsshf even with no pressure aku tak tau mcm mana nak cerita pasal my OCs aaaghfsj. penat hidup gini

#when i started writing this i was gonna explain it more but now i am tired for some reason lmao #find later