#i say im tired and then write for like an hour jesus

[bloodynereid]

can you do literally anything with tara carpenter x reader (with a happy ending) because jenna ortega my loveee <33 - 🧚🏻

Hiding Place

pairing: tara carpenter x gn! reader

warnings: blood, killing/murder, kissing, the usual scream warnings

description: you and tara are stuck in a closet... again.

a/n: tysm for your request 🧚🏻anon! im sorry it took me so long to write, i hope you enjoy this as much as i liked writing it. ALSO i haven't watched scream (2022) in a while so i apologize if there are any like contextual mistakes.

Your fingers were clenched tightly against Tara’s sweater as you tried to calm your racing breath. The air in the closet was too stuffy and the proximity to Tara was definitely not helping. You couldn’t get your brain to stop thinking about what it would be like to just lean over and kiss her.

“Are you okay?” You deign to whisper into Tara’s ear, leaning as close to her as possible to hopefully mask the sound of your voice from anyone that could be outside.

“Not really, you?”

“If you consider getting stuck in a closet, waiting for death being okay then I’m doing great.” Tara’s mouth quirked up in a smile and she turned to look at you. Her brown eyes met yours as she let out a deep sigh.

“You really don’t need to stay with me. You can just go.”

“Tara… you’re my person, okay? I’m staying with you because I want to. Plus you need someone strong to protect you, hmm?”

“My knight in shining armor…” Tara said, trailing off slightly as she bit her lip. You smiled at her and rubbed her shoulder slightly, trying to make sure that the clothing around you didn’t make too much noise. “Thank you, really. You’re my person too.”

“I sure hope so.” You whispered in response, watching as Tara’s face lit up with a smile, even in her tired state she looked beautiful. “God you remember when we were last stuck in a closet together.”

“Seven minutes in heaven. Jesus, that feels like it was a billion years ago.” Tara said with a sigh and you nodded.

“I know right.”

“I never did know why you didn’t kiss me then.”

“Wha-” Your jaw had dropped and you knew you were staring as Tara quickly looked away from your face. “Tara… I would have kissed you then if I had known you had wanted me to.”

“And you just didn’t think to ask?”

“Tara… you were literally talking to Amber about your crush on that football player. I didn’t think I had a chance.”

“You have always had a chance.”

“So if I wanted to kiss you right now, what would you say?”

“I would say yes. We might die after all, it’s now or never.” You smiled slightly, feeling as the butterflies in your stomach took flight. You leaned closer to Tara, softly brushing your lips against hers and letting your eyes fall closed. She responded in turn, surging forward slightly to press her lips firmer against yours.

The dangers of the outside world fell away so all you could focus on was Tara. The way she felt against you and how long you had been craving this.

Moments later, after what felt like a blissful hour, you broke away from each other. Both of you laughed silently and you could feel your face brightening with a smile. That was before loud screaming broke you both out of the reverie.

Loud footsteps were heard outside of the closet door and you leaned down to pick up the knife you had managed to grab before rushing into the closet with Tara.

“Get behind me. I think we need to move.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s going to be fine, okay?”

“Okay. I trust you.” You nod and then carefully open up one of the doors, stepping out into the hallway. You look over the bannister and see as Sam and Richie struggle for a few moments before Sam succeeds in killing him.

You feel Tara’s hand on your arm as you help her down the stairs, still holding onto the knife tightly. You never know when something or someone will jump out. When you get down the stairs you glance at the gun next to the bannister.

Swapping out your knife for the gun you feel the weight of it in your hand as you turn to Tara and brush a strand of hair away from her face.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.” You look over to where Sid and Gale walk out and smile at them. Sam rushes over to grab at Tara and you feel as they hug each other from next to you.

But the movie isn’t over yet because moments later Amber rushes out. You pull out the gun and shoot. She collapses in a heap as Tara gasps from next to you.

“No one tries to kill my girlfriend and gets away with it.” You breathe out as you lower the gun. Turning to smile at Tara as she smiles back at you.

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #scream x reader #scream #scream movies #scream 2022 #scream x you #tara carpenter x yn #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader

[petrichoraline]

they should have left august have genuine feelings for day imo like we already saw him kinda disappointed it was not a date with mork... the whole kiss thing felt so wrong they did day (and august too tbh) dirty

to start off, thank you for indulging me with a ltts message 🥰 also I hope this isn't too long, i havent had the time to seriously think about this episode so this is my chance 💓

throughout the episode I began wondering if august was a legitimate contender and the thought bothered me for a few reasons: i had been under the impression the plot isn't really about that; that there would be no space to fit in a love triangle of this size if other conflicts were to be explored and resolved. basically that mork and day would have enough on their plate without august in the picture and focusing on those two would only slow down the development of the main couple. I did find the thought of august's intentions being serious intriguing though, a bit frustrating, yes, but also interesting.

now, I had a bit of trouble understanding your point but im guessing you mean we already saw that day was disappointed the party wasn't a date so we're aware of his feelings and they are not aimed at august anymore? so it wouldn't have been an issue if august just continued liking day because day doesn't like him that way anymore, right? because I get that, it wouldn't have been the first time that's happened on screen haha but also that's exactly why I'm not that fond of the idea. day and august having a mutual crush and that going for a few episodes? THAT I find intriguing, an actual relationship trying to figure itself out while it's doomed by the narrative because it isn't the main romance.

but august having actual romantic feelings for day and stepping aside (because the show wants this couple dealt with by the end of the first half, apparently, and it would have cut him off somehow) would be something both sad and also, in my humble opinion, redundant. I've seen it before, it's just a bummer for everyone involved and I don't need it here.

what the plot actually did was very nice, as weird as it sounds. it gave us a character who loves his mate a lot. I do not doubt that august has strong feelings for day. everyone is pissed at him at the moment, day is hurt because there was pity, mork is angry because there was lack of consideration but that boy cares for day, a lot. i suppose there are feelings of guilt, they were on the court together when day lost his vision and then he didn't contact august for over a year. august probably felt some sort if personal responsibility for day's condition or for his behaviour towards him while they were partners, for the fact day felt he couldn't tell him the truth. so there is guilt and there is pity but also there is affection for a friend, for a partner, for the person alongside which you aimed for your dreams. they have a bond (and im sure people have expressed a lot about their sync and dynamic that I haven't picked up on but a bond is undeniable).

august tried to be a better person, a warm one, someone day doesn't recognise. he tried to be everything he wasn't before because thats what he decided day wants and needs. the night at the bar he was already feeling bad about leaving day to hang. on a side note, while the episode was airing i ran to check whether the cast was there that night and if it was on the same arm. it was. august didnt lie and im paranoid lmao anyways

the scene was crushing for mork and us, sure, but it was also very hard for august. he had had an accident, he couldn't contact day and still went as soon as he could after midnight. when he heard the confession he ran which honestly felt like an appropriate reaction - indicating he was there would make day embarrassed and pretending to come in later also wouldn't work because his partner who recently came back into his life with shocking news after ghosting him for a year suddenly confessed he's in love with him. while he's exhausted and hurt. of course the kid needed time to process what the fuck is going on! and he came back the very next morning, ready to make things right.

the issue stems from the fact he had no clue what right is, his underdeveloped brain told him to be a better friend than before but it went too far off in the direction of that thought and landed at "be what he wants you to be to a T" which includes, well, a romantic interest. and that's just not something you can force but alas, earnest, stupid august tried to check off everything on the "make day happy" list.

that boy ran off crying (I would too if mork glared at me like a maddog but still) because he kissed and got kissed by someone he didn't want such contact with ( the reciprocated kiss was A Lot for him) and then realised he'd hurt the person he wanted to satisfy in every way. his words indicate he didn't intend the kiss to be just one, that he wanted to actively change the way he feels about day, that he considered being his boyfriend. I figure he truly realised that was not an option while the kiss was happening hence why the second one had him running away again.

we know august is impulsive and earnest, his intentions were coming from a good place but he couldn't plan to save his life. he acts with his heart and so he was relying on falling for day till the end with no backup plan. it's either that or he knew before the kiss and intended it to be a single gift and I can't tell which is worse. in any case he was aware of the big possibility him and days weren't going to work out so his actions were majorly irresponsible.

the kiss had me screaming NOO literally and then the second one nearly had me gripping my hair, idek what sounds I made from the beginning till the end of that scene but "felt wrong" is something I can understand though it didd feel wrong but maybe not in the way you mean?

i didn't know nor suspect august's intentions and thought process so the kiss felt real to me and though I was against it as an avid morkday shipper, I didn't think that narratively it was bad. day was done dirty a 100% (though he gets mork acting on his feelings finally so..glass half full..?). let's not forget that mork actively supported day's perception of the situation as flirting - not his fault, that's what august was doing after all - but it's something that made the fall that much worse. day was getting hyped up by mork the way he was by gee ABOUT mork before that. he gets affected by his friends' opinions because he relies on them to read the other's body language and intentions. so there is this feeling of helplessness not only because of the pity that guided august's actions but the fact he couldn't assess the situation himself. so yes, for this and many other reasons, day was done dirty by every definition of the phrase.

but as for august and the plot I'm not so sure. august as a character is, to me, much more interesting as this confused and, frankly, unintelligent young man whose heart seems to be in the right place..? but whose actions are totally misguided than if he were, let's say, a good guy finally acting on his crush after years. I suppose he could've stopped before the kiss and told day the truth and maybe day would be a bit disappointed but definitely more forgiving and less heartbroken..

but then how would we see that day can help mork tame his anger with just a touch of the hand? and we needed an act so grotesque that would lead them to have a conversation that makes mork want to scream "I do not pity you, I haven't pitied you for a second, you are so strong and smart and loveable, i love you, how could you ever focus on a nobody like him when you are everything, you deserve so much more, how could you not know that, why did i ever let him near you, i should have never allowed for this to happen, i love you so much god I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU" (yes thats what those eyes at the rooftop said, idk what yall heard.)

i believe the charm of this scene and this whole conflict is that no one there is acting out of malice. it's just people doing what they think is right. mork stepping aside was not the right move technically but it fits his character and the plot as well. imo august wasn't done dirty, he was made interesting and also he isn't a bad guy. he did some really harmful shit but by the end of the scene i didn't feel an ounce of malice from him. there could still be love between the two but one that's not based around day walking on eggshells and one that doesn't rely on august to be something he is not. when they arent forced by the outside to be in close proximity and make things work, when they can just tease each other comfortably without taking all of the other's happiness and well-being as their own responsibility, thats when they could have a nice casual friendship with a lot of appreciation for the other. i believe him and day would reconcile at some point in the future when day is ready to forgive and august is ready to stop running.

#this turned into an august defense essay huh #last twilight #ltts #morkday #im sorry if i sound too..whats the word defiant? like i am hardly against your points #i think they are very valid in the sense that we all have dofferent views of our beloved characters and we want different things from shows #truth of the matter is that if the story went the way you envisioned it i probably would still like it! im just satisfied with what we got #i say im tired and then write for like an hour jesus #thank you for this again <33 hope its comprehensible im not checking hahah

[star-mum]

Rant

i have been stressed, overwhelmed and always exhausted for days, if not weeks, on end.

So, I dont really care if not wanting to spend money and time I dont have to go fucking bOWLING 7:30 PM THE WEEKEND BEFORE A SEMINAR PRESENTATION MAKES ME A SHITTY FRIEND

#happy bday tho #like im sorry im so jaded and reclusive but GOD PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE #we had to say almost 2 hours standing in a hot stuffy space for that FORSAKEN CIENTIFIC JOURNEY SHIT #i literally cannot take this anymore #there were so many ppl just stuff there like a pack of sardines I have to yell for someone right next to me to hear me #AND i had to repeat the same lenghty explanation like 5 different times #i know end of semesters are chaos incarnate but tHIS IS NOT NORMAL #im always tired and annoyed #and it takes me FOREVER to write shit thats supposed to be easy #I DONT HAVE TIME FOR FUCK ALL #OR EVEN REGULAR HOBBIES #I LITERALLY SIT IN FRONT OF THE COMPUTER FROM THE MOMENT I WAKE UP TO THE TIME I GOTTA GET READY FOR CLASS #YEAH IM COMPLANING EVEN THO I DONT EVEN HAVE A FUCKING JOB #YES I KNOW I HAVE MUCH EASIER THAN A LOT OF PEOPLE #INCLUDING PPL IN MY CLASS #IM STILL ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN #i literally do NOT know how ppl do this on top of a full time job #jesus fucking christ #Hydration Reminder: keeping up with star-mum but everytime I have the sudden urge to start bawling my eyes out you drink some water ! : D #should I be in therapy? Yes. #Should I propably be going after an adhd diagnosis? ALSO YES #guess what the clinic was meant to call me back to lmk if they had opening and I only noticed they hadnt after 3 fucking months #which... helps my point but its also VERY counter productive #star is a bad friend :p #star rants

[huhniebowl]

Miss Me?

dominic fike x reader

warnings: nonee

a/n:...hey yall. IM BACK! i missed u pookey🥹.

i'm so sorry for my absence, i missed writing so much, but most of all i missed talking & interacting with u all. second to last year at uni is just really kicking my ass as of late. i've also had insane writer's block, and still do. my confidence as a writer has been at an all-time low, so i hope this short blurb does justice for u! ♥️

i finally have a bit of a breather, so i'm going to work my ass off on requests & hopefully gain my confidence back in the midst of it all.

i love u guys so so much, please enjoy! feels good to be back. :)

Thunder crackles outside, rain pelting against the windows in your room. You have a candle lit on your nightstand, next to your lamp that helps emit a warm glow to the room. It’s nights like these that feel content.

They feel safe. A steaming cup of hot cocoa, an oversized jumper, and a good book. Legs tucked to the side under your comforter. 

You’re only missing one thing. 

You just about hit the part you’ve been waiting for in your book when you hear shuffling outside the room, and then the door creaking open. Just on time. 

Dominic. 

He had locked himself in his in-home studio, two doors down from the bedroom. Despite his album drop in the summer, it’s October now and he’s already working towards his third. You admire his dedication and love for his craft, really you do, but he looks tired.

Between the take-off of his acting career, touring, and his new album, he’s consistently on the go. You push your reading glasses up and softly smile at him. 

“Hey, how’s it coming along?” Dom shrugs, closing the door behind him and pulling his hoodie overhead, throwing it on the floor. He smoothes down his band tee and wordlessly climbs into bed with you. He moves in close, swipes your book from your hands, and lightly tosses it on his nightstand. 

You grin, and open your arms wide when he maneuvers himself on top of you. You untuck your legs and spread them out to accommodate him. He lays between them, his cheek pressed snuggly against the space where your neck and shoulder meet. He lets out a breath and you feel his body melt against yours. 

“Missed you.” He mumbles, peppering kisses on your shoulder, then he moves up to your face. You laugh, his curls falling forward around his face and tickling your cheeks. You bring your arms around his neck, fingertips dipping under his shirt to run along the top of his back, before skimming them over the nape of his neck.  

“I’d miss me too if I locked myself in a room for.” You glance over at the wall clock, it's 1 a.m. 

“8 hours!? Jesus, Dom.” Dominic drops face-first onto your chest and curls up into you. One arm wrapped around your stomach, the other lying next to you.

“That’s like a regular workday.” He counters, and you roll your eyes, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV for some background noise.

It causes you to unwrap your arms from around him. You’re just barely able to click on a random episode of some adult cartoon before Dominic lets out a noise of protest. 

“No.” He mumbles. 

“It hasn’t even been 15 seconds.” You roll your eyes, but nonetheless, you put the remote on your nightstand, click off the lamp, and scoop your boyfriend back into your arms.  He says something sarcastic and witty into your shirt, but you don’t have in yourself tonight to rile him up. So you bring a hand up to his hair and rake your nails along his scalp.  

Having Dom this close feels surreal, despite it being years since you began dating. The steady beat of his heart against you. The sigh of contentment he lets go of when you hold him closer and squeeze. Even the grounding grip of his hand laced around yours has you slipping away.

He holds on to you as if you’d slip away from him. Like you’d leave him given the opportunity. That theory’s proved right when you lightly shift down to get yourself more comfortable and on instinct, his hold on you tightens. 

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” You whisper, kissing his forehead. He hums, moving in closer. He’s so close you can feel his eyelashes wisp against your skin. It reminds you of a fairy. Delicate and soft. 

“Did you miss me today?” You remove your reading glasses and place them next to your cup. 

“I always miss you.” You start, rubbing a hand down his back. 

“How much?” 

“I missed you as much as I miss Abbott Elementry.” You feel him laugh, and shift so he can look up at you. 

“You know you’re probably never getting a season 3 right?” You roll your eyes, push his head back down, and purposely tug a little hard at a curl on the nape of his neck. 

“Fuck you.” He whines, flinching at the pull. You giggle, quickly smoothing your hand over where you pulled. It goes silent after that. 

Rick and Morty fills up the silence.

You start to believe that Dom has fallen asleep, but when you glance down, you see him staring at the rain hitting the window. There’s a faraway look in his eyes, you can almost see the cogs working in his head. 

“Are you happy with me?” He suddenly whispers, and it’s then you understand his silence. You do everything in your power to always make sure Dom knows how much you love him. How much he makes you happy.  How much he makes you smile and makes your life feel like it’s worth living.

Though, no matter how clear you make that, there are still those days when Dom gets in his head. Where his usual rationality, seems to diminish. But you’re always there. Ready to take it all away. 

“Hey.” You start, and the pad of your thumb rubs over his cheekbone. “I honestly don’t think there’s a word I can use that could describe how happy you make me. How safe and content I feel just knowing that I get to come home to you.” 

Dominic shuffles, and you feel his eyelashes flutter closed against your thumb. “I’m more than happy with you. And believe me, when I say, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Dom deeply inhales, then breathes out. His hand squeezes yours, and you feel a kiss being placed on your chest, then your collarbone. One under your chin, then behind your ear. The top of your cheek, the corner of your eye, and finally, he presses a lingering kiss on your lips. 

You press the palm of your hand on the side of his face and push him deeper into you. Kissing him with an intensity you hope says a thousand words. 

He pulls away first and rests his forehead against yours. He’s silent for a moment, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. You see the side of his top lip quirk up, and he pulls back from your face.

“Maybe you’ll get your season three after all. I’ll make a few calls tomorrow.” You laugh out. It’s loud and comes straight from your belly. You mush his face to the side when he starts laughing with you. 

“Oh, fuck you.” 

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[mattsrod]

PLEASE WRITE SUBMISSIVE VIRGIN MATT SMUT I AM BEGGING YOU. also please no mommy kink or anything like that, maybe matt could have a praise kink BUT PLEASE I WILL LITERALLY CRY IF YOU DONT WRITE THIS 🤗

- ; MATTHEW STURNIOLO ; -

' PLEASE ? '

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- ; warnings - smut (obvi), sub!matt, hand jobs, slight dom!reader(?), matts a virgin, reader is experienced, fluff in the beginning, kind of long, blowjob, cum swallowing.

- ; 11:02 am

; your pov

ive been lying in bed for what seems like an eternity, waiting for matt to wake up. my hair is a mess, i have the most miss-matched pyjamas on, and i feel like shit.

i texted nick not too long ago, asking if he wanted to get something to eat.

no reply, he was probably sleeping too.

all I want to do was get ready for the day with my boyfriend.

I want to push gentle kisses into his neck and tell him how pretty he looks as he brushes his teeth.

but he has other plans. and those plans probably consisted of sleeping until 2pm.

and im not gonna accept that.

"matt." I brush my warm fingertips against his exposed arm. the light shining through my window is almost directly in his eyes.

he pulls the covers over his head. "c'mon matt." i coo once more. he let out a groan, but he is so tired that it comes out sounding like more of a whine.

I giggle, to which matt lets out a real groan at.

"matthew c'mon, ive been waiting for you to wake up for like, an hour."

I slowly grip the covers and swiftly rip them off of him in an attempt to catch him off-guard, but when I look at him in the eyes, hes already looking directly at me with a goofy smile and wide eyes.

"Jesus Christ-" I mutter, and matt chuckles slightly, his eyes now scrunching into his smile instead of widened in an attempt to scare me.

"i knew you were awake, now c'mon, get dressed or something."

matts stuffed animal, a small pug, fell off of the bed as I stood up and started walking to the bathroom.

; matts pov

"you're just gonna walk away and not pick him up?!" I meekly shouted to you; my voice is still laced with drowsiness.

you turned around, leaning against the bathroom door frame as you spoke "get dressed and i'll pick him up, i wanna go out for lunch or something." you promptly turned around and shut the door behind you after saying that.

"okay mrs. productive..." I muttered under my breath and look at your makeup and clothes that were scattered around my bedroom.

"i can hear you jackass!!" your voice sounded muffled through the bathroom wall, but I still hear you loud and clear.

I slowly stood up and put my feel on the cold, wooden floor. I then stretched and carelessly grabbed one of the many hoodies off of my floor, not caring to put pants on.

I walked over to the bathroom door and knocked in a rythm that you knew all too well.

you open the door, and your hair looks absolutely beautiful.

"do you need something or do you just wanna stare at me?" i hear you say bluntly, which snaps me back to reality.

i didnt really get snapped back into reality, though.

i was really in a reality where you were slowly kissing up my thigh, making your way up to my manhood as i brushed your beautiful hair out of the way so i could see your gorgeous face better as you...

this is when i realize im getting hard.

and you are standing in front of me,

and i only have boxers on.

shit

; your pov

i dont realize it at first, but as matts face gets red i giggle and look down at the bulge that he is trying to cover up with his large hoodie.

"damn, am i really that hot?" i grab his hand that he is using to hug downwards on his hoodie and i pull him farther into the bathroom.

he started to fidget with his rings once i let go of his hand. he was looking down, avoiding eye contact with me.

"mattheww" i playfully coo, "look at me baby."

he still doesnt look up at me.

"are you embarrassed?" i ask him gently, receiving no response.

that answers my question.

"matt thats nothing to be ashamed of," i pause, thinking of what to say next, "shit, if i was guy i would have a raging boner all the time."

i guess this made matt feel better because he giggled, lifting his head slightly but still not looking at me.

"since you wont look at me.." i get on my knees. "im gonna look at you myself."

i look up at matts face and he flashes me a goofy smile.

i chuckle and grab his waist, moving him against the bathroom counter.

i moved my position on the floor, shuffling over to the bathroom mat, as the cold solid bathroom floor was making my knees ache already.

i dont break eye contact with matt as i do this.

i stare up at him with eyes full of lust, and i think he knows what i want.

and i think he knows what he wants.

; matts pov

your pupils are wide as i stare into your eyes.

ive never liked intense eye contact, but in this moment it couldnt be any hotter.

you bring your right hand up to the hem of my boxers, your left hand on my abdomen for support.

"can i?"

i nod quickly, squirming under your touch.

i squeeze my eyes shut and let out a sigh.

"im gonna need you to use your words, matt." my dick twitches at the sound of your voice, longing for some friction.

"yes, please, please touch me." i manage to mutter out.

you slowly take of my boxers agonizingly slow, and i inhale sharply as my dick springs up, the cold air hitting it.

you look at my cock and then back up at me.

i couldve folded right then and there.

my heart started racing as you brought your hand up to my tip, which was already leaking precum.

"so wet already mattie."

i nod, leaning my elbows against the sink for extra support.

you brought your manicured nail up to the slit, and dragged your nail across it gently, making my hips buck forward with every small touch.

the unfamiliar feeling gave me a warm feeling that slowly bubbled up in my stomach, starting in my lower stomach area, and pulsing through my dick as you slowly started stroking me from the base, all the way up to my tip.

my hips shuddered as you quickened your pace, and i throw my head back, letting out a quiet moan.

when i look back down you are already looking back up at me with your gorgeous eyes

; your pov

"you are so sensitive, babe." again, i got no reply.

was he that lost in the pleasure?

matt was squirming everytime i reached his swollen, sensitive tip, and i could tell he needed more.

"do you want my mouth matt?"

another nod.

i took my hand off of his dick, leaving it twitching and wet.

"what did i say about using your words, hm?" i put my hands on my knees.

"im sorry." he whined out, "i need your mouth on me. please, i need it so bad- i-"

i cut off matt by putting my tongue directly on his tip, kitten licking it many times before i actually took him in my mouth.

this time matt doesnt even make an attempt to cover up his moans.

he throws his head back once again moaning loudly and looking then looking down at me.

i took more of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his girthy member.

i start to bob my head up and down at a steady pace. i can tell matt is close.

; matts pov

i whimper slightly as i feel the warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach start to get even more intense.

i lean harder against the counter and bring one of my supporting hands up to my mouth to hide the sounds i was making.

you take your lips off of my length for a moment, making my hips shutter, and also making the fuzzy feeling in my stomach abruptly stop. "let me hear your pretty sounds matt" you say.

i immediately put my hand back in its original position on the counter, taking it off of my mouth.

you position your lips with my cock again, making my cheeks heat up.

you lick a painfully long, but pleasurable stripe up my cock, grabbing the base of it with your hand.

i jolted forward which made you giggle.

"you are doing so good mattie."

you start working your hand around the base of my cock before taking me in your mouth.

i let out a loud moan at the sudden contact.

"n-need more." i mutter out

you hum onto my cock, pretending not to hear me.

"baby, i need more. please." i breath out, "faster, please!"

; your pov

i happily oblige to matts directions, going faster, using my hand to rub what i couldnt take in my mouth.

now i knew that matt was really close. his whimpers became consistent and the salty taste of precum was already filling my mouth.

matt let out a loud moan and the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat.

i moan onto his cock, licking up his warm seed.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" he sputtered out

he whimpered.

his hips were now shaking uncontrollably from all of the stimulation he was getting, so i took my hand off of the base of his cock and used it to hold his hips.

i slowly bob my head up and down, helping matt ride out his high.

"holy fucking shit." matt mutters, his hips jolt once more as i took my mouth off of him.

he looks down at me with a shocked expression, his cheeks are extremely red, and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

i looked up at him then stood up, trailing my hands up his waist as i do this, making him shiver.

"you did so fucking good," i kissed him hard on his lips, and he sighed into the kiss.

i took my lips off of his and looked into his eyes lovingly

"im so proud of you for telling me what you wanted, mattie"

he smiled and then rolled his eyes. "shut the fuck up or im gonna cum again."

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i like this but honestly, i dont know how to feel about the two povs thing. so lmk if u like it ! also, both of my previous works have 900+ likes, so thank u so much. i also hit 400 followers like what. ive only had this acc for a month. TY FOR READING !! if u have any requests please please send them in !

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo smut #chris stunriolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader smut #nick sturniolo x reader smut #sub matt sturniolo #sub matt sturniolo x reader #sub matthew sturniolo

[automaticllamacycle]

May Jesus forgive me for what I’m about to say.

Making matty jealous at an industry party until he spanks you and fucks you so hard afterwards

I am going to be combining this ask with this one that I got because they will fit will together hehe : literally matty just fucking you RELENTLESSLY like that man is not stopping until your actually crying like tears are flowing down your face

Disclaimers: reader is quite drunk during the sex, but I'm acting like this is in the dom/sub au I (kinda) have going on so they are in a very committed relationship and have discussed situations like this before! Anyways now onto the horny thoughts (even though im writing this more like a traditional fic)

this ended up being like 1.5k words. It is now 2am so it is NOT proof read, like not even a once over I am SLEEPY

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industry parties are the worst. You despise them. Its all the same every time. You would show up with Matty, have a few drinks of alcohol, and hang by Matty's side while he talked with people from the label. It got old really fast in all honesty.

Tonight you just wanted his attention more than anything, and you are determined to have it by the end of the night. You arrive to the party on his arm and the same old pattern begins as he's dragged away by Jamie to go talk to someone. Without Matty at your side, you excuse yourself to the open bar. One drink turns into two, which turns into three before you even realize it.

You planned this out beforehand. You thought to yourself, maybe if you got a bit drunk and needy, you could convince Matty to take you home early. After drink number three you walk over to Matty, and lean to whisper in his ear. "Baby, can we go home? I'm tired of this."

Matty can tell you're a bit tipsy from your mumbled speech. "Sweetheart, this stuff is important I can't just leave because you want to leave."

"But Matty-" you start, putting on pleading doe eyes. He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"I said no. Now, go on, it shouldn't be too much longer, anyway. You can be patient."

So, you found yourself back at the bar, with another drink. You've had too much, but you don't really care. Too pissed at Matty to really give a shit.

After another hour passes you stumble back over to Matty. The liquid courage must be working because you don't even care about the fact he's talking to people. You nearly crash into his side when you reach him. "Matty! Can we go now?" He shoots you a glare instantly before turning back towards the two men he was speaking with.

"Sorry guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Please, continue on with what you were saying!" Matty's hand is around your waist in a bruising grip. His lips quickly come up to your ear to speak in a dark tone. "Behave."

You do behave... for a total of five minutes, then you get needy again. You start small, leaning into his side and placing your arm on his chest. The alcohol dulls your rational thinking enough that you have no shame in your next actions, reaching up to kiss him on the neck. Matty laughs off the kiss, not so much as turning his gaze to you, continuing to listen to the men speaking to him. His grip on your waist tightens. He's starting to get mad.

You don't stop. Your hand paws at his chest while you balance on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Please, sir. I need you-"

Matty steps away fast, not letting you connect your lips to his neck again. "Haha- sorry lads I think it's time I take her back home. Jamie is right over there and would be happy to answer any other questions you two might have." And with that Matty's hand firmly grips your wrist and pulls your behind him, out the door, and to his car.

Once your on the road, he finally speaks after giving you the silent treatment. "What the fuck was that? Were you trying to embarrass me? You know it's important that I talk to people like that at these things."

"I'm sorry- I just wanted your attention."

"And you thought the best way to do that was to beg me to fuck you in front of those guys?"

"I whispered it!"

"Whispered? You call that a whisper? I'm almost certain they heard you. How much have you had to drink tonight."

"Uhm... I lost count."

"No shit."

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. When you arrive at his place, he doesn't even go around to open your car door, instead heading straight to the front door of his house. Once your both inside, he sits down on the couch. He's angry. Really fucking angry.

"Bend over my knee. Right now." You don't dare disobey him. That would only increase your punishment. You lean your body over his legs, giving him access to your ass. Matty flips up your dress to reveal your lace underwear that is already soaked through.

"I'm sorry sir- I- I promise I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just wanted you so bad." You flinch when his hand strikes your ass.

"Fucking slut. Just because you didn't mean to doesn't mean you avoid getting punished." You gasp as his hand comes down again, just as hard as the first strike. "Besides." His hand spanks you again. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to order all those drinks didn't you?" His hand hits you again, showing no mercy. "Needed some courage before you could be such a whore in public, huh?"

"Yes- yes sir- I knew what I was doing. I'm sorry." Matty's satisfied with your answer, but that doesn't stop the onslaught of his hands. You'll be bruised for at least a week. He wants you to remember this every time you sit down. He wants you to remember and learn from the punishment.

By the end of it, you're sobbing. The strikes were becoming too much, and you needed him to touch you. "Matty- p-please I- I need you, please."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. I'll never do it again. I promise." you say through choked sobs. Without warning Matty carries you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed before he starts taking off his clothes. He's hard through his boxers, which are soaked with precum. You follow suit and take off your dress, wincing as you take the lace of your underwear off of your ass.

Matty's on top of you the next second, his cock at the entrance of where you need him most. "You know, I shouldn't even give you my cock. Only good girls deserved to get fucked."

"No! no no no! Please. I need you, I need you so bad." Tears flow down your cheeks.

Matty enters you suddenly, filling you to the hilt. He gives you no time to adjust to his size as he begins pounding into you. "Fine. I'll give you my cock." He groans out. "But I'm going at my fucking pace and you're going to take it."

His hips move rapidly, thrusting into you hard. All you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his back. The moans that leave your mouth are desperate. Your cries fill the room, along with the sounds of skin meeting skin. Matty's pace is near animalistic.

Matty flips your over so you're on your stomach. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up, completely pliant on the bed. "Poor thing can't hold herself up? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans, continuing his fierce pace. The new position allows him to go even deeper into your cunt. It's all becoming too much.

"Matty-" you cry. "It's too much- I can't"

"Take it. Be my good girl and take my cock. You were fucking made for me." One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling your up so your back is up against his chest. He uses his other hand to hold onto the headboard of the bed, steadying himself so he can thrust into you even faster.

"Matty- shit I can feel you in my stomach- fuck-" At your words, his hand shifts lower on your waist, pressing over where his cock bulges in your stomach.

"Yeah? You feel that?" He presses down harder, making a whine leave your throat. "Only I can do this to you. Your cunt is made for my cock." You moan out in agreement, drawing closer and closer to orgasm, and Matty is getting close too. "You gonna come for me? Gonna milk my cock?"

"Yes- yes sir- please."

"Go on then come for me." When he speeds up the pace of his hips, you're a goner, falling into the waves of an orgasm. The pleasure overwhelms you, pulsing through your veins. You cry out his name over and over again as he fucks you though it.

Matty is not far behind. It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums inside of you, filling you up deep inside. As soon as he's finished, he practically collapses on top of you. He takes the time to trail kisses on the back of your neck as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

"You did good for me, baby. Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my girl. Let me take care of you now."

#matty healy smut #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #i am now going to bed i am so tired #part of me fears this is shit #thats what happens when i start writing at 12:30am #pancake anon youre next dw it should be out by sunday

[gavi4me]

7 minutes in heaven

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

Warnings - sexualization of both characters, cursing, bit of angst, (lmk if there are more)

Only song I listened to while writing this 😭

When you finally arrived home, you collapsed onto the couch. Contemplating what had happened the past hour.

First off you went to some party hosted by ansu with zero heads up on who was going to be there. Then you bumped into Pablo and was awkward and non-speaking for the most of the night. On top of that, while playing the stupid “7 minutes in heaven” you got picked to go in together. You had expected to not do anything and for it to be awkward but Pablo, your life long bully and foe had confessed his love to you, saying that all the bullying was just him trying to get rid of his feelings since he knew it was wrong to love you.The cherry on top was all your “friends” walked in and started laughing at the two of you. You were disgusted by everyone who played the stupid game and who attended that party.

Though at the end of the day, you still remained without pleasure or a smile, even though was the whole reason you played the game.

You took a ‘shower’, or rather just standing under the stream for 30 minutes, just..thinking.

The water was turned on high, the little droplets feeling like little knives attacking your skin and burning yourself. But you didn’t care. You wanted to feel each and every droplet touch your skin. The room was like a sauna, or rather a Turkish bath. You took a deep breath before turning the shower off and stepping out in a towelish-robe.

You dried yourself down and collapsed onto the bed. You took a look at your clock. ‘00:03’. You usually went, or at least tried going to bed much earlier than that. Like per say 20:00. It was reasonable for you to be so tired.

The rain started and bounced off of your balcony, creating a sound that brought you back to your childhood. When you were younger, your room had a little balcony, overlooking the Seville streets and when it would rain, it would create the same sound. You had hated it your whole childhood, complaining about it keeping you up, often leading you to sleep in my your parents bedroom. When you turned 12, the rain stopped being an annoyance and rather a soothing device. You gained a fondness of rainy nights and usually fell asleep quicker with it. Now whenever it rains in Barcelona, you get reminded of those days in your childhood.

As you were drifting into a deep sleep, you heard a loud knock at your door. You checked the alarm again. ‘01:56’. You became curious as the knock’s continued as you hadn’t opened the door yet.

Sleepily, you got up and turned on a light in the kitchen so you could see.

More and more knocking followed. A knock every 5 seconds. Jesus, can they have a little patience at 2?

You looked through the little peephole noticing a big black shirt leveled with it.

You creaked the door open a small bit before realizing who it was.

“Pablo?” You asked, still keeping the door crooked a little.

“Let me in.” He said firmly.

“And why shall I?” You argued.

“Because I said so”

“That isn’t a valid reason!”

“Just open the door for me…please?” He asked.

“No!” You said annoyed that he had woken you up for such nonsense. Why couldn’t he just drive home?!

He suddenly shoved the door open, causing you to almost fall but before you could meet the floor, you felt him stabilize you with his arms.

You finally got a good view of the boy. His hair and clothes wet, causing his shirt to stick to his chest and arms, creating a scene that seemed straight out of a movie or rather a fiction. (Oh wait-)

He starred at you with a glimmer in his eyes and asked again. “Can you let me in, Por favor”

“F..fine” you said, coming out his grip and dusting your shirt down with your hands.

“Dios! You made me wet too!”

He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “im not assuming, I know your shirt and shorts are not the only thing wet..” he said before licking your ear and smirking at you before pushing you to the side and kicking off his shoes.

“That’s not true!”

Yes it was.

No matter how much this kid loved you, he’d always be the same old Pablo.

He went straight to the fridge, having not eaten since noon and starving.

“If you told me you had no food, I would’ve ran to the market!” he said while scanning the fridge. “A pretty girl like you should always have plenty of everything..”

“Why are you here?” You asked abruptly, ignoring everything he had just said.

“It’s too late to drive all the way to my place. You were the closet person I knew from the party and I figured you’d be awake.” He said sighing before closing the fridge.

“Well i actually was asleep thank you very much.” You scoffed. “And I think it’s time for you to leave.” You said before walking over to him in order to guide the kid to the door.

“It’s far to late to leave. Besides, I’m tired too. Just let me sleep here and all will be good.” He said while crossing his arms. His biceps flexed, making veins poke through and making him look much bigger and intimidating. All of your confidence you had the second before washed off right away. (I fan girl so hard over his quads. Something about fit quads are just so hot to me 😍)

“Like..where though?” You asked puzzled. Your house wasn’t that big. A one bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment with a medium sized living room and kitchen.

“We can decide that later..” he slid past you and made his way to your master bathroom, which you hadn’t cleaned up, too tired to care about it. Things like your clothes, feminine products, and stuff were on the floor or messily scattered around the bathroom. You followed behind, wondering why he was going into there.

When Pablo entered the bathroom, he crouched down and picked up the mirco sized underwear you had been wearing.

“If I had known you were wearing this, I would’ve bent you over in that moment..” he said smirking. He put it into his pocket and stood up so he could look at you. The guy might be 5’8, but still you only met his shoulders.

A smirk fought against your lips.

“How do you know I was wearing that for you and not pedri?” You winked.

“I’ll tell you this now. Out of the two of us, I’m longer.” He smirked back.

“Proof?” You smiled.

“Wouldn’t you like that..” he said with a laugh at the end.

You walked over to gavi slowly, giving your lips a little lick while starring deep into his eyes.

You put a hand on his chest and started to grope his pecs, moving your hand down slowly to his abs, feeling around all 6 of them, before moving your hand close to his thigh.

He grabbed your neck into his hand, making you unable to move your heads giving him full access to your lips.

You started at each other unmoving. It seemed like he was waiting for the moment your hand made contact with his now erection.

Before you could make the move to grab it, you heard your phone start to wring

He let go of your throat and you flattened out any crease and fixed your shirt before going to your bedroom to answer it.

“-hello?”

“Y/n? Hello! I hope it isn’t a bad time.” It was pedris brother.

“No, no your fine. What’s wrong?”

“Do you know where pedri is? He hasn’t arrived home and I’m becoming worried. I know you were at the same party as him.”

“Oh-uh I don’t know. I left early. Sorry. But ansu might be a good option to ask.”

“Okay thanks. Have a goodnight.”

“Bye..” you hung up and turned to the boy in your bathroom.

“Who was it?” Pablo asked.

“Pedris brother”

“What does he want?”

“Pedri didn’t come home I guess and he was wondering if I knew where he went.”

“Hmm…”

You both didn’t say anything after that, keeping eye contact, observing each others facial features.

Suddenly, Pablo stripped his shirt and turned to face the shower.

“W..what are you doing-?” You asked, trying to sound as confident as you could, but it was no use.

“I’m gonna take a shower..so leave. Unless you want to watch the show th-”

“IM GOOD” you held your hands up in a way to block your eyes as you turned away. You left and shut the door loudly, hopeful you didn’t wake up the neighbors.

“Hmm and is that the y/n from a minute ago speaking?” He called out.

“Sensible y/n!” You yelled back.

You heard a little laugh come from the bathroom and a minute later the shower start to run.

You started to feel anxious and nervous at the thought of it. Pablo. Your life long enemy, or lover or whatever you want to call it was just a wall away naked, in your house, likely using your products. You sat on your bed, waiting for the white, steel doors too open.

At las, you heard the shower turn off and became red.

Five minutes later, of what you assumed drying his body down, the boy finally came out. The towel rested low on his hips. His v line leading to whatever was under the towel. His happy trail, which would always catch your eye in full display. Finally, your eyes made contact with the thing poking through the towel. It wasn’t much. Just a bump resting against it.

“My eyes are up here bebé..” he smirked as he noticed your eyes were exploring all of his lower half.

You quickly moved your eyes back up before standing up. “Well you need to change so I should probably get out of here..” you awkwardly laughed. Without another word you ran out and fell on top of your couch.

A minute later, he came out in the same clothes that he was wearing previously. (Disgusting 🤮)

“As I told you, I want to sleep now. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch. It is far to uncomfortable. Just..sleep on the floor in my room,” you mumbled. “I’ll get you a few blankets and pillows, just don’t get too settled in. Your leaving right as we wake up tomorrow morning” you continued.

“Oh I can tell you right now, I will not be getting comfy.” He said sarcastically. (That boy def is sassy)

“Oh really, I’ve been told that I’ve had some really comfortable floors, thank you very much!” You argued back.

“Yeah yeah okay and are those all men that apparently on their knees for you?”

“Yes actually! “All those men” happen to include you big boy. Just proving my point.” You tsked and walked away.

You did as you said, going into your linen closet and taking a couple of your blankets and pillows out, making sure it would be some what comfy for the boy.

“I need to change now too by the way,” you said while feeling the wet parts of your shirt. “You made me all wet..”

Pablo smirked at you.

“Not like that you weirdo!” You threw a pillow at him before heading off into your closet and laying your new pair of pajamas onto the bed. Pablo was leaning up against the door frame, as if was waiting for something.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“I’m waiting for you to change..”

“Yeah..but can you leave?” You asked firmly, though you knew deep down inside you wanted all but that. You wanted him to see you in your most vulnerable. Naked, or very minimal clothed and have him push you against a wall and fuck you like the good girl you were until your legs fully gave out and he’d have to hold you while he mercilessly thrusted in and out and out of you, making your brain go blank and unable to control the loud strings of moans escaping your mouth. You wanted that.

“I was thinking maybe..I could help you change….” He said while walking towards you.

“Yeah wouldn’t you like that.” You laughed before his also smiling lips met with yours.

You both took deep breaths at the touch of each others lips, you both seeming anxious.

The kiss was messy and needy - him deepening the kiss quite quickly. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, followed by his tongue being added into the mix, allowing you to suck on it. Pablo let out a few groans in between kisses as you began pulling on his hair.

“Funny how not even 6 hours ago you didn’t even want me to be around you..” he mumbled between licks and bites and kisses.

You didn’t respond. It was all so embarrassing, but you didn’t care in the moment. The only you wanted was for Pablo to do as he had said. ‘Help you change’

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A/n

Okay! I wanted to post before thanksgiving for Americans but I knew I wouldn’t finish the smut part in time so I have like half of part 3 written down, it’s just a matter of when I decide to finish and post, likely this weekend. Sorry about the cliffhanger! Thank Joaooofelizx11

#gavi #smut #gavi smut #light angst #pablo gavi #joaooofelizx11 #gavi imagine #fanfic #gavi fic #Spotify #fluff #gavi fluff #spicy content

[ferretwhomst]

hey ferret im tired and you know exactly who i am (probably). its like 12 am for you no. or 12 30 idk. im Tired. we have a Good Five Hours until our Next Step, and i am Terrified. amd.im stuck here until then :) (HGH) we are tipping in neutral territory and we're gonna go meet someone who's coming with us and i Hate them. augh. im probbably gonna text u later about non binary jesus christ because talking about eve will likely fix me. wnsndnnsjhdhdjsjs. hey. how u doing. does parallel dipper have a crush on wendy still. are wendy and soos even still present i hope they are. ty for ur time :(

"(probably)" oh i know EXACTLY who you are, *any month of the year here* >:) who else is going to message me out of the blue about non-binary jesus christ?!! <- don't take that as a bad thing btw you have no idea how much i've missed these random inbox drop-ins EJFSDJKSDVKJSDK

it was like probably 1pm when you sent me that message? i think? damn. either way travelling is a rough and tiring process man, hope the time passes soon ejrfdmdm

to answer your au questions tho-

i am considering retconning dipper's crush on wendy for this fic because as much as it is a Big Thing in canon i don'ttttt really feel like writing about it........... also i want to give wendy a role in this fic which isn't just Girl Dipper Likes. i want to give her a personality, a PRESENCE. which will be slightly difficult because this fic is primarily abt the stans beefing, but i want wendy to shine in whatever scenes i write for her. i might let the crush thing be but make it a much smaller deal than it was before. or i might put a funny little aro twist on it by saying that parallel dipper specifically isn't sure if it's a crush or if he just really looks up to her. we'll see. probably will just go for one of the first two options, but if i change my mind i will gladly dump my aro experiences on parallel dipper . i can and will make Any character arospec

YES OF COURSE!!! i am still figuring out what exact role they play in the fic itself/what scenes to put them in but don't worry there are very much there. as for wendy, she attends the institute's summer school program. she's no Star Student (she skips class a lot lol) but she's really knowledgeable about anomalies and knows how to take charge if a situation goes awry. ford is very fond of her, she's a charming young lady and also y'know. she reminds him of stan. (since the writers didn't want to draw parallels between wendy and stan in canon it's up to ME to do so. gestures towards the other wendy&stan ficlet i published months ago and never finished) as for soos... still working out what to do with him exactly. as with canon he's a janitor and works for ford, probably studied at the institute when he was a teen first though. he has a different dynamic with ford than he has with stan in canon; he hasn't been working for ford as long (ford is above child labor unlike STAN smh :D they are gonna get along so well... oughghgh

#asks #friend tag <3 #ferret rambles #blood brothers au #parallel wendy #parallel soos #not gonna maintag this one because there's some personal stuff and i don't want your travel plans going in the falls tag #SEFVJKDKJFVKJFS

[matoitech]

ok uhh okay. spiderverse 2 thoughts. in bullet points for the sake of my churning brain cuz im just not rly sure how i feel abt it rn. like it was a good movie? i enjoyed it it was fast paced i didnt realize 2+ hours went by which also segues into  my first thought but like. yeah i have thoughts.

first of all that was like a super weird ending decision to make it a part 1 of 2. zero warning for that. and i sat in that theater till credits bcuz i genuinely thought i was being punked and the movie was going to finish, bcuz it did not at all feel like a place to stop for the movie. it ends like right before the climax?? yes they really. extended themselves damn far for this one and it would be a lot to tie up in like another 45 minutes of movie but also like you couldve done it.. i really dont. understand. like ppl just sat in the movie theater like wait is it done. theyre ending it here? for real? like it wasnt the kind of ending you expect from this movie 

animation was obviously gorgeous and insane i dont even need to talk about what eye candy it was. the different styles all together the fight scenes ugh so good yeah yeah everyone knew it would be a trip

rly cannot stress enough what a Direction this sure was. i dont like say it as crit necessarily just like. did they over extend. maybe. they sure Extended. i would expect this maybe for a third movie not a second but they were clearly trying to blow the first one out of the water. it was just.. a lot looser. it needed to be tighter. i dont know what theyre planning for the 3rd movie but i really did not like. vibe with that ending decision

they changed peni’s design slightly and gave her a cooler mech so thats nice. maybe they listened 2 criticisms abt that

i cant decide how i feel abt a lot of the dialogue tbh it rly wasnt my thing a lot of the time like. the changing writers were kind of.. obvious. and there was a LOT of dialogue bcuz this movies purpose seems to be a very Character Driven story to prepare for the next? like theyre TRYING to say stuff thats for sure. also it was rly quippy in a way that i feel has gotten kind of tired with dialogue writing like SOME dialogue was genuinely funny and good to me like i wouldnt say it was BAD or something (some of it was bad.) it was just.. noticeably different? the tone for this movie was changed from the first which again isnt bad youre telling a different story it was just Different yeah. some things i rly thought couldve been handled like with more subtlety. 

i guess we only had one movie with the original cast but some stuff just like i personally was sitting there trying to figure out if it felt in character or not. its rly hard to explain if u havent watched it i think and maybe im just crazy i dunno. im absolutely not opposed to making ur characters fuck up and make mistakes but like. huh. i guess. i would not expect otherwise from gwen bcuz shes a teenager but i was.. surprised that peter was going along with it like ? hes a middle aged man lol he wasnt like taken advantage of or manipulated in any way. not like they were trying to say that w the like spider group anyway, like i dont think they were tryingto say gwen was necessariyl taken advantage of or anything, like they werent trying to make them read as ‘evil’ if anything just like wow these ppl sure have Problems they are going thruogh. but like still? im not invested in peters character even it just felt kind of weird. miles went fucking through it too like jesus christ im still trying to wrap my brain around all this it sure does feel like theyre putting these ppl thru comic book trauma

what i went through emotionally wheni realized they were going to do Dark Miles i dont even mean that as criticism or anything its just a bold move man. buti was sitting there like yeah of course they would. hope they make it work

i dunno i probably have more thoughts im just kind of like sitting here lol like what a weird decision. if they hadnt ended it like that i probably would have my thoughts more tied together bcuz the movie itself wasnt tied up?? so its kind of hard to even like think through everything on one watch

#spiderverse 2 spoilers #itsv 2 spoilers #atsv spoilers #idk what tags ppl use #spiderverse

[faye-writes-stuff]

For @cant-see-sam ty bestie

Damn coffee machine

AU: coffee shop

Request: yes

Character: Tommy :]

Fic type: drabble-oneshot kinda thing

Tw: none? I think, other than swearing lol, oh and a minor burn

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Ah yes, your ideal morning, getting yelled at by a bunch of Karens. As you were making this lady’s Frappuccino, the coffee machine broke. Again. Your life was the worst.

“Damn it” You muttered under your breath, first a bunch of horrible Karens in a biking group called ‘Baking Bikers’, and now you have to deal with a broken coffee machine. And of course, your coworker/best friend is late. Again. Speaking of, where the hell is he?

“IM HERE, IM HERE, IM SORRY IM LATE. MY PC BROKE LAST NIGHT AND I WENT TO GET PARTS TO FIX IT THIS MORNING.’’ Ah, speak of the devil and they shall appear. “Tommy, how nice of you to join us.” You muttered, still trying to get the damn coffee machine working. “Yeah, yeah, I know I’m sorry dickhead.” The blonde boy replied back, almost instantly. “Just start making drinks, I’ll be at the register once I fix this thing.”

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After burning your hand twice, you managed to fix the dang thing. Luckily your manager Sam, was able to take over the register while you used the first aid box for your burns. “Ah- fuck that hurts” you muttered, bandaging it after putting some ointment on it. “What hurts?” A loud booming voice, coming from your left said. You yelped at the loud noise, “AHH JESUS TOMMY. I didn’t hear you enter the break room???’’ “Well that’s just cause I’m stealthy, like a spy.” The taller boy replied, smirking. “Shut the hel up nerd.” You said, quickly jumping into your friendly banter.

“Damn. It’s been 20 minutes, Sam is gonna yell at us LMAO” The blonde boy quipped. “Did you just say ‘lmao’ out loud?” You asked. “Yes, do you have a problem with it short bitch?” You sighed, knowing you wouldn’t win this fight and walked out of the break room.

“Hey kiddos, how’s your hand y/n?”

“Oh, it’s fine Sam. Still hurts a bit but I’ll be ok.”

“Hmm, I think you should take the rest of the day off, you too Tommy”

“Hell yeah!”

“Are you sure? Hannah and Ant don’t get here for another half hour?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. You two go have fun, and y/n make sure your careful with your hand”

“I will, thanks Sam!”

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You and Tommy rode the bus home, neither of you talking, just enjoying the silent hum of the bus. Tommy decided you should hang out at his house and watch a movie.

You two got off the bus and walked a block back to his house, once you got there his mum let you in. After saying hello to her, you and Tommy went up to his room to chill. “What movie should we watch?” He asked. “You know what I’m gonna say Tom” you chuckled, “ughhhh again? We’ve seen it 400000 times” Tommy whined. “Pleaaassseee?” You begged. “Fine, but only if we can watch all the movies.” He grumbled. “Yay! Sleepover it is!”

You two platonically cuddled while watching your favorite movies and eating popcorn. Around 11pm you started to doze off, and before you fell asleep, you heard Tommy mumble, “good night n/n”

Maybe life wasn’t as bad as you thought, maybe it would get better. But all you knew was that your Blonde best friend would be by your side the whole way.

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A/n: ok it was kinda crap at the end, but I was running out of motivation, and it’s the middle of the night when im writing this. I’m tired, so uh, Goodnight/morning/afternoon/evening to anyone who reads this.

A/n 2: idk if this is accurate lmao, I don’t have a job so uh yeah

#dsmp x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #platonic tommy x reader #mcyt #dsmp #tommyinnit x y/n #awsamdude #hannahxxrose #antfrost

[spextronaut]

My thoughts on this week’s episode of Mando:

I’m actually writing this bit right here 2 hours before the episode is even out bUT I had to share my idea of, with Din and Bo Katan not getting along very well currently, I would LOVE if they fought (maybe in this episode or the next one?) and Din ended up winning back the Darksaber??? And if it was in front of a bunch of other Mandos and they immediately accept him as Manda’lor unlike how they are with Bo Katan???? I’d scream I really hope that this is where the show is going and if it’s not y’all can bet your asses that I will write fix-it canon divergent fanfic for this concept

It’s episode time I am begging this episode to be good or have Din take off his helmet or Something worth my fucking time

Once again begging the show to do something interesting with the plot and have Din and Bo Katan fight or have Bo Katan lose the saber or Something just to make it fun

Oh god dammit are you seriously making me go back to episode 3 levels of shit?? I hated that plot I just want Din this is bullshit

Wowww it’s so shocking that she’s Imperial 🙄

<Din Djarin33

As someone who has never seen a piece of Star Wars media unconnected to Mando I have no fucking idea what’s happening rn

I want Darth Maul to be here purely because I like the look I have no clue if he’s alive or not

Y’all lost the civil war against the Republic for a reason,,,

The Shadow Council? Are you fucking serious??

Project Necromancer. Are you fucking serious

I’m under the belief, with no prior knowledge, that Anakin Skywalker was the only thing holding the Empire together smh

We aren’t gonna kill the Mandos thank you that’s illegal <3

Ngl I think the only reason Moff Gideon is really “worried” about the Mandos is because he wants a rematch against Din bc he’s pissy about losing the Darksaber last season

GROGU IS SITTING IN BO KATAN’S LAP!!! AUNT BO KATAN FR FR

IG-11????? WITH AN ANZELLAN???

Grogu sitting on the table I’m gonna start crying fuck

Bad baby is back!!

oh my fucking god he’s in the robot I’m gonna cry look at this motherfucker. he is so fucking <333

ASSISTED SPEECH TECH!!!! OMFG AUTISM GROGU REAL!!!! HE IS SO!!!!!

HES SO HAPPY IM GONNA CRY <333333

IM CRYING HE IS SO FUCKING <33333

Din is in his extra tired dad arc I fucking love it here

Of course Din and Grogu will volunteer and people will only follow! If Din and Grogu are there! Because DIN IS BETTER AT LEADING PEOPLE THAN BO KATAN AND I WILL FIGHT ALL YALL ON THIS

The Armorer is so fucking suspicious I won’t lie

I’m claiming Grogu as disabled bc like. Mobility device. Speech aid. I can’t be fought about this

Now what in the fuck is that thing

Bo Katan this is why you shouldn’t be any kind of leader you trust people way way way too easily

What in the fucking cult

This. Is why. We. Lie. Shut the FUCK up Bo Katan you’re fucking yourself over (and thus making Din look like a better leader but yk,,,)

“And then he betrayed me” BO KATAN. HE IS IMPERIAL. YOU CANT TRUST IMPERIALS YOU KNOW BETTER

once again I am saying Din is a better leader because HE beat Moff Gideon, Bo Katan didn’t and SHE DIDNT EVEN BEAT DIN TO GET THE SABER BACK HRHRHRGE

I’m begging this doesn’t turn to romance please god please do not do this I am begging I’m about to start crying do not. Don’t do this to me

DIN. DIN LEADER ARC. PLEASEEEE GOD I AM FUCKING BEGGINGGG

don’t do this. don’t do this im panicking Din shut the fuck UP I hate THIS FUCKING SHOW

I know Din is a follower not a leader but HE DESERVES A LEADER ARC PLEASEEEE WHY IS THIS SHOW LIKE THIS 😭😭

… space chess?

Oh Jesus Christ… Din? Din can you stop this? I want a leader arc god I’m BEGGING

“Can I step in?” BO KATAN STOP HOLDING HIM BACK FROM HIS LEADER ARC YOU BITCH

GROGU SLAY!!!!!! I love him so much omfg he <3333

stop. stop. shut the fuck up “he didn’t learn that from me” YES HE DID HOE STFU

no one hates Star Wars more than Star Wars fans smh

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THAT THING

IS THAT A FUCKING DRAGON????????? FUCK HEAH???? FUCK THE MANDALORIANS GIVE ME DRAGON

“You good?” IM SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP HE IS SUCH A FUCKING DAD

Oh Jesus Christ what is that

Imperial Mandos LIKE I FUCKIN SAID

begging this to be the reason that Din gets a leader arc or a helmet removal im fucking begging

Grogu I- 😭😭

OH HELL

Din is slaying he’s in there by himself but he is slaying SO FUCKING HARD I LOVE HIM

are you fucking serious he’s in a goddamn Mando suit

Din is in his bdsm arc did not expect that today

Fuck you Moff Gideon also Din doesn’t have the Darksaber so,,,, honestly thank god he gave it to Bo Katan like fuck yeah dude

RAHHH NOO DONT KILL THE MANDOS

helmetless din. I’m begging. please god give me something

If Paz dies I’m rioting smh

PAZ YOU BITCH HOW DARE YOU YOU HAVE A SON IM RIOTING IM DISOWNING THE SHOW FANFICTION HERE I FUCKING COME

WHAT IN FHE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK IS THAT

FANFIC HERE I COME FUCK THIS SHOW FUCK IT SO MUCH

I hate that. Grogu was the best part I literally don’t remember anything better happening I’m so fucking disappointed

I’m thankful that they aren’t forcing a romance on us (so far) and it’s not Awful and I’m excited for the almost definitely whole episode helmetless babygirlified Din next week but Jesus Christ that was just. It was awful it was bad

I give it like a 5/10 because it was fine with some good scenes but just. It was bad. I fucking hate this episode and i can’t even explain why like I could previously it just,,, idk it’s bad I don’t like it

Y’all can expect me promoting some fanfiction sometime soon because I’m gonna start a fix-it rewrite starting from episode 6 of TBoBF and reshape the end of that and this season into what I genuinely think would be better

And if you love this season good for you, seriously! I wish I could, but with the foreshadowing from last season and especially the last 2-3 episodes? You can’t even compare them and season 2 was a step down from season 1 it’s just… it’s not comparable and I’m really upset about it

My point still stands about the whole “if the season finale doesn’t get better I won’t come back for season 4” btw I just can’t handle the disappointment over and over again. But if tumblr shows me some really good shit then I might come back for a couple episodes

Overall I’m just disappointed and I really wish that they had writers that genuinely care about the story they were setting up instead of caring about setting up spin offs and selling merchandise but what can I really expect from Disney?

#spencer rambles #the mandalorion spoilers #mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian s3 ep7 #the mandalorian season 3 episode 7 #the mandalorian chapter 23

[despite-everything]

im

just going to write this out because i need to get it out somewhere and dont know where my little audio recorder is. i know its hard to live with parents for a lot of people, and i knew it'd be hard for me but thats really hitting right now.

today wasnt the worst, but it also kinda sucked. some geriatric asshole stopped his working vehicle in the middle of the street for no reason, and nearly got me t-boned because of it, then i got an energy bill for a place i dont live despite cancelling the policy in july, then i got a message from my insurance agent saying my policy would be cancelled if i didnt pay (but nothing was due?) and then when i tried to call i learned that this house often doesnt have cell signal in the afternoon. i eventually managed to talk to the insurance people and got that sorted, but i couldnt get through to the energy people, so that's still unresolved. im still rattled from the car thing - i was almost killed in a car last year, so im very sensitive around crashes and near-crashes (no flashbacks today, though, so thats better than the last near-incident i dealt with). tomorrow my dad and i fly out to visit his aging parents - his dad is basically wasting away and his mom is losing her mind, so its a bit of a lets-visit-one-last-time thing. i havent seen them since 2018 and rarely talk to them, but i know theyve fallen down this horrible fox-news-christian-conservative hole lately, and before that they werent great, so i have a horrible feeling this trip is just going to be painful and sad. i know that best-case-scenario, we talk about nothing meaningful at all, and they dont comment on my appearance. but they're going to hate it. and if they actually knew me, they'd hate me, too. and i feel bad leaving my cat behind to live in the basement for 3 days - my stepmom will look after her, but she's going to be very lonely. so there's that, too.

but honestly i needed to write this out because my dad and i were driving our dog to the park to let her run around and we were listening to the radio. he asked me why i dont always use my radio voice, and i told him its because it takes extra effort to stay low and smooth for the persona and the microphones, and that after a few hours its tiring. he said he knew that, but then basically asked again - i tried to get him to clarify, but he didnt have the vocabulary to explain it, so he tried to mimic my voice (i guess?) and it was fucking mean. like i felt my heart drop and almost teared up immediately. i said something like "haha i don't sound like that" and he doubled down and said i did. and the thing is like... i know my natural voice is a bit nasal. im from texas and was raised with a mother and an aunt with nasally, high-pitched southern accents, and i inherited some of that. i HATE my natural voice. for years, any video taken where i spoke at all, i hated rewatching it. i thought i sounded annoying and could barely fathom people wanting to be around me. i hear any recording of my self earlier than 2021 and i want to turn it off and erase it completely. i don't think i'll ever get over that hatred. but as i've gotten older, my voice has dropped a bit. and i make a conscious effort to have much less of a texan accent (some words still trip me up - aisle, line, fire, wild... "i" is hard to not sound texan on), and i try to sound "smoother" and more pleasant. but i know i don't always succeed, especially if im excited. and the thing is, my excitement is always too much for my family. it's annoying and immature and overwhelming, apparently. so my entire life i've tried to tone myself down, but sometimes i fail, and sometimes i'm so wound up and anxious i fail then, too. and i know it's annoying, but jesus christ that imitation hurt.

when i tried to express that, my dad got pissed and was like "thats just what you sound like" and i said something along the lines of "you don't have to mean about it" and he got more upset and was like "im not being mean you just sound like that. but fine. i just wont bring it up ever again" and im sitting in the passenger seat thinking... what am i supposed to do? what am i supposed to say? if i cry, he'll get even more upset and think im overreacting and being immature, but todays already been hard (to self-regulate earlier, i bit my arm so hard i accidentally drew blood, and screamed so loud in my car my hearing was temporarily dampened, but while that helped, it didn't fix anything), and i could cry any moment. and my mind just loops back to the impression of me, which was startlingly similar to his "whiny voice" he uses to mock assholes. it just felt fucking awful and yet i felt kinda crazy because he keeps saying he didnt mean it in a bad way, and he isnt the type to play mind games but my mother did that sort of thing all the time, and i was tired and upset and wanted to go back home. after the park, i tried to continue the conversation, but never really understood what part of my voice or cadence he was referring to,but i think i smoothed things over enough. but it just sucks so much.

im living with him and my stepmom right now as i look for a job, and im more than an hour away from any of my friends. while i could drive to see them, it doesnt make sense to waste that gas when im unemployed and heading for the airport in the morning tomorrow. and i dont really call my friends. i could, but its not a thing we do, and i honestly would just want to say what this post said and then move on. i just wish i had company. but im outside trying not to be eaten alive by mosquitoes but theyre getting me through me jeans, so i just have to suck it up and go inside to wash the dishes.

#sorry i just needed to vent #today sucked #i just wasn't expecting my dad to be mean like that #if i were living with my mother and she did that it wouldnt hurt because id expect it from her #this just totally blindsided me #tree talks

[protagonistheavy]

Not more than ten minutes into playing more TotK after writing my previous tumblr post about did I discover the steering wheel objects you can attach to things lol. So that resolves one of my biggest worries, mostly. It's still pretty frustrating to be juggling so many awkward physics in a lot of cases, I've come close to losing tons of progress just because building something was tedious + the execution had to be so specific.

Otherwise though yeah Im surprisingly still having quite a bit of fun just putting together all the scraps and pieces the game has left lying around. Lots of the sky islands in particular are just little puzzles like this, figuring out how to use the items around you to get to a higher point or to another island. I've already come across a few "repeat" islands, which is unfortunate but not totally disruptive -- "repeated" in the sense that it uses the same general layout or puzzle situation, but given a little variety of what zonai items you're given.

My goal right now is to get all the parts+batteries necessary to make an RV lol. I want Link to be big truckin' and haulin' across Hyrule. I say this but it also does majorly suck that, at least where I'm at now, there's no way to save anything you build or create. The moment your game has to reload, it despawns all your creations. Pretty lame but I guess that's understandable.

I do wish dying wasn't so, so frequent... I feel like this game much more quickly thrusts tougher enemies at you from that start than BotW did. I mean I remember BotW being punishing too, but jesus fucking christ, every single thing in this game one-shots you for the first 20 hours. It's so obnoxious that you are not permitted ANY mistakes unless the game mercifully spares you with a one-quarter heart. So many times I get swarmed by enemies with spears and I feel like I have zero options but to run away -- which sucks because running away, like, ALWAYS WORKS, you can cheese so many fights by just kiting enemies.

One last note is about dungeon design. I've only completed the Water Temple but I'll say that the dungeon itself wasn't as much fun as the build-up to that area. I quite enjoyed the "pre-temple" obstacle course that takes you to the temple proper, but the actual dungeon itself was surprisingly straightforward. The boss was also a far cry from the BotW bosses lol, and the aesthetics do not match the divine beasts at all. But it's passable, had cute puzzles. My biggest complaint: I accidentally walked two steps faster than Sidon and entered the temple before he did, which left me exploring these puzzles... without Sidon there to solve them. That was REALLY annoying to have to re-enter the dungeon so that it would "start properly."

But I am still very much enjoying the game. Re-exploring Hyrule is a blast, there's enough different with it that it does not feel like trekking the same place as before except for a few nostalgic strips of land where I can go "ohhh yeah I remember doing this here!" which just feels nice. And there's also the fact that uhh just in general, I didn't explore all of BotW's map anyway lol, I completed the map itself but there were tons of places and corners I looked past, so this is a great chance to see more of what was made. And even if I do get tired of Hyrule, the Sky Islands and the Depths are both totally new areas, even if they're a bit bland, they still have a lot to offer and are totally fun to go back and forth between.

[kdipshit]

Jesus motherfucking Christ ;

I would say I’m dependant on marijuana as my emotional regulation medication, so being off it, even for a day, I have seen that it drives me absolutely insane. Am I trying to ignore that feeling? I mean I fucking guess, the feeling when I’m off weed, is so unbearable, I must be choosing to run from the feeling. I have to be, other wise why else does that same sickening, disturbing anxious feeling come up. I’m finding it hard to sit with myself during these times, I’m usually crying, which is good, but my entire body shakes, my teeth chatter, emotional feelings become more real than physical touch, my emotional feelings are stronger than my senses.

Im not sure how long its going to take myself to pull it on up sober. I feel lost, but I know where to go. For the greatest time, I know where to go. Its a troublesome journey, like wizard of oz, I just gotta feel what I feel. I have so much faith that I will be alright. I’ve been writing with the door open, if you know what I mean, raw words, raw thoughts.

My drug and alcohol councillor is so happy that I’ve started a blog, I don’t know why I need this to be out there. I guess my energy is needed whenever I am, so I find myself always on the right path. Even during the sad moments.

I’ve put aside an hour to just write, my body is telling me I need to chill, for some reason my legs have been hurting for the past 2 days making it a massive effort just to walk, it has to be a sign, so I’ve been taking a rest and kind of laying down not really feeling productive, even tho I do everything I need to do throughout the day, I still feel like I’m stuck sometimes. I kind of have to trust that I will be okay, which I have recently learned so I’m not trippin. I just get scared about bad feelings or bad energies never going away. Again it’s pointing me to the fact that it’s my attachment to the feeling that isint letting me let it go. Just let go. Fuck I wish it was that easy. I’m sure it is lmao, but I might have a few blockages in my way still. I’m not afraid I’m just a little tired and need a break.

I can see my dark shadow lingering, behind the smoky mirror, behind the doors, behind my eyes.

Sometimes I feel like im an alien and none of this works for me. Am I really human? I dunno man. I guess not, it’s just a label right? I just am. Forget about language for a minute, forget about labels, attachments, thoughts and feelings, everything is still here without it all. That’s where I am. Accepting reality for what it is can get tricky when you experience psychosis. Never the less, it’s still there, it’s always there, the present, the now, it’s all that’s there.

Some days I’m just meant to be doing nothing but healing myself, with my same thing that wrecked me. Isint it ironic, of course if your brain can make u suicilly it can do the opposite. Just have to teach yourself.

Boredom is such a strong emotion, it’s stronger than most anyways, I can’t really be in my body when I’m bored, I don’t like the feeling, maybe boredom is a trigger lol. I guess I don’t like it bc I think I don’t, lol.

#blogging #new blog #mental health #actually bipolar #actually borderline #mental instability #actually bpd #original post #original writing

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3050

today was a good day.

i worked with nancy on biology for several hours and was welcomed to stay for the kiddo's birthday party in the evening, and it was pretty awesome.

if i could've picked a family to join as an adult, simply to be a part of because i love the dynamic, it would be nancy's family. big room, big family, lots of noise and laughter and joy, lots of food and flavor and surprise at (1) the fact i had had fufu before, (2) i was willing to try anything, and (3) i liked spicy food ("hey, i'm white, but i'm not THAT white."). it was honestly a wonderful thing. birthdays in this large african family are joyous and happy occasions. it was awesome. and i helped decorate for christmas!

i have the kids instructions on how to put up the lights on the tree and told them to get me when they reached the top part because i'm a lot taller than they are. they're kids, it makes sense lmao. also the bulbs that nancy had gotten didn't have hooks, so i went and grabbed the fabric and craft supplies from my car and i made small strips to be tied onto the bulb loops so they could be hung on the tree. the kids put up the ornaments. they were all very patient and kind.

there was one kiddo who i don't think i'd met before, but he saw me at the table and came over and gave me a hug! i think it might've been because it turns out i look a decent amount like his mom, so i could've been related and he just didn't remember. but he was so sweet! all of the kids were just adorable and happy and kind and i love all of them. the adults were so fun. they're silly and i have the perfect gift idea for nancy's husband for christmas, so i'm gonna go find a pack of different kinds of pepper relishes because he likes spicy foods. "here is a little bit of weird white new england people culture, have hot sauce" which is objectively a hysterical thing to say to anyone, but it's even funnier because why does new england, a very white place, have hot sauce culture.

it's so funny to me.

anyway, the kiddo loved her gifts. she kind of got a new wardrobe and she got some sick kicks, and the reversible octopi and fidget zipper bag i got her went over really well with everyone. i'm glad that she asked me to stay. i was like "well i don't have any plans," so she said "i'll ask my mom!! can molly stay??" "okay, as long as she is not busy" "okay! can you stay???" "yeah, i'd be happy to." "YES"

she told me a few times that she was glad i could stay. i'm glad i could stay, too. she's a good kid. she comes from a good family, so i'm not surprised one bit.

when i got home, around 8:35pm (i made it to nancy's a little before noon and left a little before 8pm), i talked to my momma and we worked on decorations and sorting things that we have. i ended up not being able to get rid of any of the old bows that we have. we do certain themes most years, and one year we did blue and silver and i put tiny bows on the tree and on all of the other green decorations, so there were like 30 still sitting around, and i could not for the life of me even contemplate throwing them out for longer than half a second. i couldn't do it. they have feelings. they would be so sad if i had to throw them out. and that would make me sad, and i would cry about it for a week. so i flattened the bows and put them in a different bag so they were stored neatly. i couldn't even get rid of the tinsel that was wound into some of them - they were friends, and i couldn't do that to them. the tinsel needed to stay. they would've been sad if they had to be separated. so i didn't separate them.

it's exhausting when everything has feelings that you need to consider. jesus.

anyway, im tired but i got some research done today. tomorrow i'm gonna write a bunch. time to get ready for disaster.

and joel. joel, my beloved. i asked him if he needed anything when i left nancy's this evening. but he sent me links about dice?? which are really pretty but i didn't get to look at really because i've been busy today. i kinda miss my joel. and by "kinda" i mean i do. very much.

i simply wish for a hug. merp.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3050s #sunshine boy

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hwajin and/or Aizawa holding s/o down while they eat her out or fuck into her like their life depends on it. They’re just so lost in her. How she sounds, how she feels. Pussy drunk all the way. They can’t hold back as their deep groans fill the room. And then she manages to squeak out that she loves him/them and all bets are off

Gonna write for Hwajin bc I haven't been giving him proper attention lately and he deserves it 💕 I kinda tweaked the request so I hope you still like it :)

Love you 💕

Hwajin Na x fem reader

Word Count: 1025

CW: smut, Hwajin getting turned on when his girlfriend says she loves him, not beta read bc im a heathen sksksk

To say that your boyfriend was obsessed with your pussy was, quite honestly, an understatement.

Never had you met someone who was so enthralled by your cunt. You weren't necessarily complaining that he was like this, but it was surprising the first time he spent an hour between your legs, getting off to your taste alone. You couldn't understand a word of what he was saying, but he was growling praises against your lips as he sucked on your clit, slurping up your juices as you came again and again. You think he came from eating you out, but he was still able to fuck you for another hour so you couldn't be sure.

You glanced at your nightstand, checking the time. 11:34pm. When did the two of you start? It had to have been before nine, maybe 8:30pm?

"Look at me, princess," he grumbled, thrusting into you hard, making your eyes roll back and a moan escape your throat. You gasped, turning your head back to him, eyes met with his signature grin. He chuckled at that, nosing your jaw, grazing his teeth along your skin before leaving a gentle bite. "Good girl."

You whined, scratching over his back as he kept pounding into you, leaving you breathless. How many times had you cum already? He started by eating you out, devouring your cunt for who knows how long, and you came at least three times from that. You had lost count after you creamed around his cock, your breath catching in your throat for a full minute before you came down from your high.

In all honesty, you were getting tired. You loved your boyfriend, very much so, but Jesus Christ, he had too much stamina sometimes. There were times where you could handle it, letting him toss you around however he pleased until he was fully satisfied, but your hips were getting sore and you could already tell that you would have a limp the next day.

"Fuck, princess," he groaned in your ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck and shoulder. "Your cunt is fucking perfect. You feel so fucking good."

You clenched around him unconsciously, causing him to practically growl, pausing to pull your hips closer before he started fucking you faster. His cock was practically bruising your cervix, your g-spot turned to mush from his reckless fucking. If this continued any longer, you would have to call off work tomorrow. Lord knew you had already called off work dozens of times due to your inability to walk...

You were barely able to think, but you knew what you had to do.

"H-Hwa," you whined, nails digging into his biceps, fingers tangling in his hair. He hummed in acknowledgement, sucking on your neck. You whimpered, swallowing hard, voice raw as you mumbled, "L-Love you, I love you!"

His hips slowed and he pulled back, looking down at you with wide eyes.

"What?" You licked over your lips, gasping softly.

"I-I love you, Hwa-ah!"

His hips snapped against yours, his pace increasing once again as he groaned lowly, grabbing the headboard as he railed you. The new speed at which his hips moved was leaving you breathless, your eyes wide and mouth agape as he fucked your gushing cunt. You whimpered pathetically, wrapping your legs around his hips and clawing at his torso.

"Fuck, I love you too, baby. Love you so fucking much. My perfect girl, sweet girl, God, you're so good for me—"

In all honesty, you lost focus on anything he was saying. You knew he was praising you, mumbling 'I love you's with each thrust, but the specifics were muddled. Your mind was too far gone and your body was taking over, the swell in your lower abdomen overwhelming your other senses, your cunt squeezing his cock erratically.

"Good girl, good fucking girl. Cum on my cock, princess. Come on, you can do it. Cum for me, cum on my cock so I can cum in you. Fuck, you're so tight, I love you, I fucking love you—"

The cord holding you together snapped, you orgasm overtaking you suddenly. Your nails pierced his skin, your voice dying in your throat as you shuddered around him. He didn't pause, didn't stop pounding away at your abused cunt. He was growling something into your skin, but you couldn't have heard him if you tried. Your mind was going blank from pleasure, black spots appearing in your crossed vision as you squirted onto his hips and thighs.

"God, fuck yes!"

Hwajin's hips stuttered, stilling inside you as he buried his face in your neck, groaning low as he came inside. You were so numb that you could barely feel his seed spilling inside you. You could only pant and moan weakly as he pumped his seed further into you, thrusting gently into you.

The two of you held on to each other for a few minutes, arms wrapped around one another as you came down from your highs, gliding back to earth. Hwajin was the first to move, kissing and smoothing his hands along your skin. He was mumbling praises against you, his voice gruff and soft.

"—good, you're so good for me baby. I love you so much, you're so perfect—"

You were barely conscious at this point. Your head was fuzzy and clouded, your multiple orgasms overwhelming your brain. Hwajin cupped your face, turning you to face him.

"Still with me, puppy?" You tried to nod but could only wheeze out a moan. He let out a breathy laugh, pecking kisses along your face before he propped himself up, pulling out of you.

"Poor thing. I fucked you too good didn't I?" You still couldn't speak, just lying there as he grabbed some wipes from the nightstand, cleaning you off. "Sorry for getting so rough, puppy. I guess I just got too excited, but don't worry," he smiled, kissing your cheek once more before he got off the bed, "I'll make it up to you by ordering takeout."

Oh yeah, sure. That would definitely make up for him beating up your cunt. Thanks Hwa.

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