#ive got 3 different promises to keep

[81folklore]

heaven - OP81 - part 3

pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams)

summary: oscars girlfriend attends her first grand prix and the public get to see just how proud she is of oscar

authors note: ive honestly missed writing for oscar and priv!reader so we are back in honor of oscars FIRST EVER WIN AND INCREDIBLE SPRINT RACE!! im genuinely so proud of oscar and im honestly in shock. i also follow ZERO wag pages so i have no clue what they are like, if people actually follow them etc.

authors note 2: short-ish and sweet for OSCARS FIRST WIN?? i started writing this about 30 minutes before the sprint race so i had no clue where this was going to go but HE WON!!

part 1 part 2 masterlist

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yn entering the paddock for the first time today! she followed shortly after oscar, spoke to some oscar/mclaren fans and handed a few who were unable to meet oscar, on his way in, some signed things she had. we absolutely love her already!!

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user81: omg she’s literally the sweetest thing😭

user17: I LOVE HER ALREADY

user61: the fact that oscar fans already love her🫶🫶

user9: oh she looks so cute!!

user72: i was one of the girls she gave something too! she said she had been following behind oscar and kept an eye on anyone who he missed to give them something after he left. she was very very shy, but she made sure to speak to everyone who oscar missed and was asking us questions about us, overall she was very sweet!!

user22: this makes me love her even more😭and congrats on the signed stuff!! do you mind me asking what it was?

user72: thank you! and of course, we all got something different! i got a signed polaroid of oscar (im still in disbelief?! and it must have been one she took herself bcs i couldnt find the photo online anywhere), someone a bit down from me got what looked like a drivers card and i saw someone else get a picture of his car!

user22: A POLAROID?? oh you won😭😭

user1: i wonder if we will see her again

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first qualifying in the paddock was a rollercoaster of emotions, not the result we were hoping for, expected or wanted but its ok because oscars gonna smash it tomorrow and we’ll pretend today didnt happen!!

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oscarpiastri: glad you had fun🤍

oscarpiastri: my goodluck charm wasnt goodlucking today

yourusername: dont say thattt☹️ill try and be extra lucky tomorrow promise!!

oscarpiastri: i love you

yourusername: i love you more🤭

user3: the photo difference😭

user14: loved seeing you in the garage today

yourfriend3: i love you but those photos😭😭

yourusername: stoooop i was so nervous all day😭

yourfriend7: wish oscar luck from all of us back home!

oscarpiastri: 👍👍

user81: u are so cute☹️

user2: so unfair how they told oscar during the interview!!

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changed outfits but we are ready for the sprint!!

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oscarpiastri: love you lots and lots, thank you for coming🧡

yourusername: I LOVE YOU!! and you dont have to thank me, ill always stay with you🤍🤍

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PIASTRI STORMS TO SPRINT POLE IN QATAR!🤩🔥

He just keeps getting better and better!

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mclaren: YESSSSSS!!!👏👏👏

user6: P1ASTRI

yourusername: INCREDIBLE🤩🤩

user18: more than deserved!

user73: absolute legend

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user6: AHHHHHH

user81: LOOK AT HIM GO

oscarpiastri: ☺️☺️

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oh how i obsessively adore you.. today you took your first f1 pole position, hours later you became a formula one race winner (idc if it was a sprint you still won!!)

i have been on this incredible journey with you long before your first f2 race. i was by your side at your first f2 win and im still by your side now youve won in f1

i know how much this win means to you, i know how much you wanted to prove yourself to everyone and you have. you never fail to amaze me, especially coming back after the shit show that was yesterday

you are truly incredible and you are so so special🐨

i love you so much, congratulations🧡

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user61: WHAT IF I STARTED SOBBING

user11: THE KOALA😭😭

user72: so deserved🧡incredible drive!!

user68: the f2 race winner picture😭😭the f1 race winner picture😭😭THE SMILEY INTERVIEW PICTURE😭😭

oscarpiastri: my favorite goodluck charm🧡

oscarpiastri: thank you so much for sticking with me through it all

oscarpiastri: i appreciate you so much my love

yourusername: you are so special, lovely🩵

landonorris: usually i hate your sappy posts but ill make an exception this time..congrats mate!!

oscarpiastri: you too mate!

yourusername: knew id get you to love these posts eventually🤭

formula2: we’re so proud of our aussie🥹🐨

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*text on first photo reads: my favourite thing is when i open my phone after a race and i see the photos yn sent me during the race🧡* *text on second photo reads: i love seeing my boy do what he loves*

oscar’s replies:

user52: shes so cute☹️

user12: tell me that was when you won the race and not before

user61: where can i find someone like her😭

yourusername: babyyy i didnt know youd share these😭😭

oscarpiastri: just had to show everyone how grateful i am for you🤍

user49: get yourself someone who supports you the way yn supports oscar!!

yn’s replies:

user17: oh i love you guys so much

yourfriend2: we are all so proud of oscar!!

oscarpiastri: i love you so much more than i can ever express

yourusername: osc☹️☹️ i hold so much love and adoration for you

oscarpiastri: wait when did you take this photo??

yourusername: i watched the final lap in the bathroom so i could sob in peace😭

#f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 smau #f1 social media au #social media au #formula 1 insta au #formula 1 social media au #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri #private!yn!oscar

[angelicsoka]

BEAUTIFUL THINGS, l. hughes

pairings | luke hughes x fem!actress!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x reader, platonic!jack hughes x reader

summary | in which luke and his girlfriend announce to the world the secret they’ve been keeping

warnings | not proofread. no use of “y/n”, use of the name “winona” change if need be :). lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | i’ve had no motivation to write as of late but this won the vote so i figured i’d post it! the quinn fic should be up in the next few weeks (hopefully). i feel like this sucks ass but i wanted to post it. ive never posted a social media fic on here so this was very different for me

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yourusername i want you, i need you, oh god, don't take these beautiful things that i've got <3

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welcome to the world, miss winona ellen hughes 🌷

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user1 oh. my. god

user77 i think i might explode

_quinnhughes my favorite niece!!

yourusername your only niece... _quinnhughes

_quinnhughes 🤫🤫 yourusername

jackhughes WINNIE!!!

jackhughes proud to hold the title of favorite uncle 😎

_quinnhughes i beg to differ

jackhughes kys

lhughes_06 i hate both of you

yourusername hey! be nice! plus i’m pretty sure nicohischier holds the title currently.

nicohischier suck on that jackhughes _quinnhughes

_quinnhughes he’s not even a blood relative?!

jackhughes i can’t anymore

nicohischier she’s so cute! you need to bring her around more :)

yourusername definitely! she loves you and the team

elblue6 my sweet granddaughter ❤️ can’t wait to see her again!

yourusername we can’t wait to see you both either <33 soon i promise!

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lhughes_06 my daughter winnie, sending the internet into absolute chaos even as a baby :)

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user2 a sad day for luke girlies all around the world 😔

user1 bro if you actually cared you would be happy for him! it’s not a “sad day” whatsoever!!

edwards.73 bro her caption is so cute and then there’s yours.

lhughes_06 hey! it’s true!

yourusername it’s a good thing i love him 😔

yourusername i love you lu <3

lhughes_06 i love you mamas, and our beautiful lil winnie

edwards.73 congrats to both of you!

yourusername thank you eddy !!

jackhughes bro she’s too little to be sharing feet pics

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jackhughes i liked yourusername’s caption better

lhughes_06 i’ll revoke your godfather rights

yourusername don’t listen to him he’s all bark no bite

_quinnhughes bring her to vancouver please i have a gift for her.

lhughes_06 only hughes 43 jersey she will be wearing is a devils

yourusername luke quit being a baby! she can have both!

lhughes_06 -_-

rutgermcgroarty winnie has broke the internet i think

lhughes_06 that's my daughter!

rutgermcgroarty we expect no less from the daughter of a hughes brother

user100 my heart just shattered into a million pieces :(

user6 girl be so fr you never had a chance.

#angelicsoka #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #nhl imagine #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #social media

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Northern attitude

Previous chapter

a/n I welcome you to the second part for more Sugar and Ghost. Did I have a right to form attachment to these two in two chapters? No. But here I am. Enjoy.

summary: mission gone bad, feels a little like enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort sort of goodness.

warnings: blood, wounds, needles, death, hospitals, IV's, vomiting, trauma... I think that's all...

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"Keep the chest compressions going", the female voice filled the space that now seemed as buzzing as the actual hospital room. Not that any of them truly had been in the midst of it all. But army hospitals, especially while on the move, could and did get chaotic at times. "You'll need another shot of adrenaline", a calm and collected tone instructed. Gaz looked into Soap's eyes, who has been ramming at your heart for some time now. The two males nodded at one another. "Coming in 3 2 1", Gaz called out as they switched for only a heartbeat or two. Soap's hand left your chest, while Gaz aimed the needle right toward your left shoulder.

Simon felt as if he was in a daze. In one of his nightmares, maybe. Yeah, maybe that's what it was. One of his nightmares where he was aware that he was in his mind traps. Yet he didn't recall what had happened after he started shaking your body. Who pulled you out of his arms? Who pushed him to the side?

"Go back to stimulating the heart, Johnny. Hum, while you're at it", Ghost knew that voice now that his brain had granted him a moment of clarity. Eleanor Price's wife was a medic and a woman not ready to give up on her adoptive daughter. Desperate and ready to do anything. Make the four basic medical knowledge-baring males do everything they can so her baby girl will come back home. Come home, but not in a casket. Simon had no clue who even dialed her number. The phone was used for emergencies only. They were strictly advised not to use it until it was a life-or-death situation. The call had to be directed straight to the base. Eleanor wasn't at the base. But somehow, that made Simon calmer. He was happier that it was her and not some careless idiot in charge.

"You need to start the drip", another desperate order filled the space. "I can't, El,", Price said, running a hand through his face in frustration. "John, for fuck sake, you've done it before. Put it in her hand, the palm; don't go full vein, but do it damit", that was the first time Simon caught onto her voice, quivering. For a split second, her cool doctor mask had slipped, making Price clench his jaw so tight that his voice was barely a groan. "Eleanor", he breathed. "Keep humming, Soap," she barked at the man now responsible for pumping your heart, ignoring her husband. And Soap did. His humming grew louder. I got a pocket—a pocket full of sunshine echoing from the walls, accompanied by his thick Scottish accent—now that he too was under lots of stress.

Gaz ran back into the main room with the pouch full of liquid. "Got it", he said breathlessly. "Good, you see that there are two different colored liquids?", Gaz nodded too overstimulated to realize that Eleanor could not see him. "There is", Price said for him. "Good, bend it. It needs to mix, then start the drip, or so help me, God, I will never forgive you, John".

Maybe not a nightmare. Maybe a bad movie. One Ghost hoped he would forget eventually. He just sat there. While everything buzzed around him. For the very first time, he felt helpless. That was a lie. He had only felt helpless that night. The night when all of the people he loved got slaughtered. The night he was forced to lock the last bits of his humanity away. To promise himself that no one would ever get close to him. He would not make friends. He would never fall in love. But here he was. Your blood was still all over him. Simon's hands were tinted. Permanently tinted. It felt almost like an out-of-body experience. He knew this was happening, but a part of him kept on screaming that this was not real and couldn't be. That fate wouldn't be so cruel. Yes, Ghost wasn't a good man, but selfishly, he was sure that after all that he had been through, his debts had to be paid off by now.

Ghost didn't know why, but his brain took him back to the base. The room you two shared. Did he hate it at first? Yes. But you brought peace. You brought life. His room was bland and colorless. Now, with your posters and books, plants, and fucking throw blankets, it felt like living there was intensional. Like you, and only you had to return there. And that was important to Simon. He cared about it. Cared about you even if his snarling demeanor wouldn't let it show.

There were nights when he would find you passed out with your book in your hands. The hardcover digging into your neck. It was not enough to hurt, but it sure had to be uncomfortable. Simon had stood there for a solid ten minutes, the first time it had happened, just watching your slumbering frame. He turned around and went about his nightly routine. He had gone and laid down in his bed. But only a handful of moments later, he was out, crossing the white line. He had gently pulled the book from your skin, using your pen to mark the page you were on. Pulling the blanket over your shoulders because the base got rather cold at night. He told himself that he couldn't allow a soldier on his team to get sick because manpower was crucial, but deep down, he knew that any other lad could be freezing his balls off for all he cared. It was you. You were the main factor in this equation. There was something even back then that didn't sit well with him when it came to you not being well.

"It's bleeding, Eleanor", John's desperate voice filled Ghost's mind, and it was like his systems had been restarted. His eyes darted toward the table. Onto John's slumped shoulders as he fidgeted with the needle. Simon jumped up. He rounded the table to push John's hand off as he reached for the tape, repositioning the very tip of the needle before securing it in place. "You need to keep it stable", Eleanor's voice rang out. "Simon just did it", John breathed out. The room stilled for a moment. They were running out of things they could do to keep you alive. To keep you with them. Ghost held onto your hand. He hoped that everyone would take it as just him making sure that your skin wasn't puffing up, indicating that the incision was done incorrectly. And none of the men, sweaty and mentally exhausted, would have said anything. But Eleanor did.

"Simon, you're okay, sweetheart?", It was so soft. Too soft. She should be yelling. Simon was responsible for what had happened here. Maybe even more, because he should have ripped all the doors that separated him from you. Should not have followed everyone into the safe house. "She will fight; you know it; you stay strong for her. She needs you", Ghost bit onto his cheeks, feeling the taste of iron filling his mouth. He had met Eleanor a couple of times. The woman was an angel. How John had landed her was beyond him, but she was exactly what you had been for the team. A breath of fresh air. Some days when everyone was off duty, she would ring up everyone, inviting them for a barbecue at her and Price's shared home. "Positive", Ghost breathed out, yanking the wall of steel back up. He couldn't let himself feel it. Not here. Not now.

"Her chest", Soap's two words were enough to shift the focus back to the table. His big eyes looked between the rest of his team and the women on the living room table. "Soap", Eleanor's voice carried both worry and hope. "It's moving, she's...", Johnny's voice died down, only to be overshadowed by Eleanor's once more, "Count her pulse for me; tell me if it's steady enough". No one breathed for a moment, as if afraid to chase it away. As if they inhaled too much oxygen themselves, there would not be enough for you. A minute passed. Two. Three.

"Yeah", Johnny breathed, "It's steady. Weak but... but...", a sob slipped past his lips, followed by a cry from Eleanor. Gaz sank to his knees, his chest heavy, as he tried to catch his breath. John moved past them all, rushing towards the side door. But the distance between him and the room wasn't big enough for the rest of them to not hear him heaving. "Fucking hell, Bonnie, you just took ten years of my life", Soap carefully ran his hand over your leg, his head falling back as the quiet tears continued to flow. "Keep a watch on her for me, boys", Eleanor sniffled from the other side. Simon leaned over. His face pressed into your side as he tried to keep his tears at bay. Not even for a moment letting go of your hand.

That was three weeks ago. They had managed to keep you alive for two days in that house. Two days. Finally, transportation from the base was provided to get all of them out of there. The doctors had told them straight to the face that what they had been doing was God's work. They were the reason you were still breathing. But even under the unfaltering gaze of the base doctors, Ghost still couldn't shake the feeling of you slipping away.

Simon was down in the medical wing every day. Some days, he stood for hours in the corner of the room. Some days, he pulled himself a chair and sat by your side. It was the nights that were the hardest, though. Because now all Ghost saw was you. All he felt was a lack of your presence. If he did manage to slip into a restless sleep, he would be up in no time. Sweaty and panting. He would reach for his hoodie as he moved through the quiet hallways to get to you.

"Debrief starts at five", Soap's head popped into the hospital room. Making Ghost stutter on the last words that he was reading as he slowly lowered one of your books to his lap. Most of his mornings looked the same. Quick shower. Breakfast if he was up for it. Your hospital room. Training. Back to your hospital room. Days when he had to be in meetings or debriefs were the ones he hated the most. That meant he had to be away from you for longer than he was willing. "Copy", he said sternly, eager to at least finish the page he was on. And even more so, hoping that Soap would go away. Simon had nothing against the guy. Out of everyone, he liked Johnny the most. The two had a similar sense of humor, and working together never felt like a never-ending nightmare. Just the Scot talked a lot. At times, it was fun, and Simon's ever-running brain benefited from it. But there were times, like now, when he wished that the man would get the message and go his own way. "Ain't my place to say this, but...", the door cracked open a bit more, "I'm sure that she loves that you're here", Simon was so glad that his back was turned to Soap because he was sure that he would be able to see his face falter. Fingers grinning at the book just a bit tighter. "Copy, Soap, you can go", Ghost's tone was more than unamused. He didn't want to break in front of any of them. The safe house had already been a dead giveaway of how Simon felt when it came to you. And he didn't want anyone to know anything else. "And she...", Soap started once more, but Ghost just lifted his hand up, making all sounds die down. "Copy", Simon said thickly through his teeth. He knew that it was selfish to push everyone away like that. You two were also friends. Close ones at that. Simon knew that Soap loved you. He had a front-row ticket to watch that after the mission went south. But he just couldn't. Couldn't do it now. When the door quietly kicked shut, Simon let out a sigh, his eyes darting towards the clock on the wall. He had to go, even if he didn't want to.

"I'll be back", he muttered softly, placing the book on the little table by your bed. "Will finish reading that book for you later", Ghost reached his hand out, softly running his fingers over your forehead, lingering touches stretching out for longer than they should. "You sleep well, Sugar", he breathed out, leaning in to place a kiss on the side of your head and stilling right beside you as he let himself listen to the sound of your breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. And he was pulling away, running a hand through his face before he walked out of the room.

Ghost barely said a word in the debrief. When Kate asked for his input, the man shrugged his shoulders and said, "You read my report; you know my thoughts". Was the upper management getting fed up with him at this point? Most definitely. Yet no one managed to put the lack of everyone's involvement against them. Most of the base had been rather quiet when they wheeled you through the corridors, almost lifeless. And yes, the key thing was not to get emotionally attached. Teammates came and went, but everyone knew just as well how tight everyone in this group was. Or came to realize that with the four men following the doctors in one quick stride.

"Ghost", Price's voice yanked Simon back to the meeting room. An almost empty meeting room at that. "A word alone in my office", the captain said, only waiting for a head nod before walking away. Simon followed suit. He knew there was no other option. "Eleanor said you didn't call her back", John mused, reaching for the lighter as he puffed out smoke. Ghost's face stayed blank as he muttered, "I didn't see the call". That was a lie. He did. And there was more than one. Simon just couldn't pick up. The same way he couldn't watch the way Price's wife had sobbed in her husband's chest when they had just returned. The guilt was too much. The sight of her sobbing only made Simon think that it was over. An hour. Maybe two. And your body will be in the bag. Stored away in the cold room.

"Simon", John snapped his hand in front of Ghost's eyes, making the male blink a couple of times. "Is that all, sir?", his voice was grim. Even Simon was struggling to recognize himself. John frowned, "Don't you sir me, boy", a warning finger was jabbed into Simon's chest. A moment of silence. A deep exhale. "Her vitals are getting better. She will pull through", Price said softly, clapping Ghost's shoulders, but the man simply shook his head and said, "You don't know that". And it's like that's all Price needed to realize where the stem of all of this denial was rooted. "I called the shots there. It's on me, not you", the captain said firmly, that same warning finger now pointing directly at his chest. Neither of them said anything else afterward. They just stood there. Eyes burning into each other.

Price's eyes narrowed for a moment before he muttered, "Do you like her? My, Sug, do you like her?", the question threw Simon off the hilt. He didn't expect it here. Now. It wasn't supposed to be discussed here. Like that. And my Sug... Fucking hell. It was his captain's daughter Simon was falling for. Biological or not, she was still a daughter. And for the first time, did he realize how much shit this could bring you both? Maybe it was one-sided even. But the way you held onto him. Your touch. Simon had never been touched so tenderly in his life. And what's more, for the very first time, he didn't want to pull away. "Because if you play...", Price's tone shifted completely as he spoke his words, and Ghost cut him off quickly, "Positive. I do... I like her". John simply nodded at his words, making Simom mimic his movements. The older male scratched his chin before waving Simon away, and he didn't waste a minute before turning away. He'll deal with the potential consequences later on.

Simon was almost out the door when a voice stopped him. "Simon", Price called out once more, making the soldier turn back, "I expect you to mow my lawn in the summer". A strange, warm sensation filled Simon's chest as he looked at the man in front of him, smiling as he puffed out another cloud of smoke. Ghost lets himself linger for a heartbeat more before he closes the door, heading towards the medical wing once more.

"I also overwatered your succulent", Simon said quietly as he looked out of the window in your room. The rest of the team had slowly turned the little, awfully sterol-looking room into a somewhat comfortable place. Or at least a place that screamed less about the inevitable outcome they all feared the most. A plush blanket. Some of your books. A night lamp in the shape of a duck. That was a gift from Soap. Was it slightly questionable? Yes. But everyone dealt with this in their own way, so if bringing you a light-up duck made Soap happy in some way, so will it be.

"I bought you a new one, but... still felt like you should know", Simon continued. He was doing this a lot. Way too much. Maybe? Ghost wasn't sure what was normal or not at this stage. Yet he couldn't help but feel that you would be sitting there with an eyebrow lifted at the number of words he was sharing. One thing everyone knew was that Ghost didn't speak unless it was necessary. Some called it arrogance. Others said that that was just his cold demeanor. The truth was, no one truly stopped to listen or cared for Simon for most of his life. So he got used to it. But talking to you, at least now, made him feel lighter. Besides the reading he did here, Simon also went over meetings with you. A part of him didn't want you to feel left out. Not that your unconscious body cared, but... if you could hear him. He wanted you to feel involved. Then there were an endless amount of stories about how and who had pissed him off that day.

"I...", Ghost's voice dies down as he turns back to face you. You looked like a doll laid neatly on the sheets. They have moved the IV out today. Nothing more but a heart monitor left running. Eleanor had no doubt been here while he was in the debrief because your hair had been brushed. Simon let out a sigh as he pulled a chair for himself, quickly shrugging off his gloves.

"You know, you caught my attention the moment I saw you", his hand hovered above yours for a moment. He didn't trust himself to touch you. What if he harmed you in some way? What if he triggered a negative reaction? "Fucking hell, did you keep us on your toes", Ghost shook his head, "I took it for granted. I'd do anything to see you striding past the main entrance once again". Simon let his head fall over your stomach. Oddly enough, that was the only time that his head seemed to work these days. Taking a deep breath, Simon let the feeling of your body slowly ground him. You're here. With him. He can hear your heart beating. Your body is no longer cold. You even have some of your color back. He can...

A sudden rustling of the sheets makes every single muscle in Simon's body seize. For a moment, he can't even hear his own heart as he stays as still as he can. One heartbeat. Another. Nothing. Devastation rushes through him. He had gotten so sensitive to the sounds in this room. A gentle hand caresses his scalp, and Simon jerks away.

Blinking rapidly, only to find your half-hooded eyes open. Looking right back at him. "No", Simon muttered, fully convinced that his lack of sleep had finally gotten the best of him. He doesn't move away, but he digs the back of his palm into his eyes. "Simon...", and it's barely a whisper. So weak still, but it's there, and... Simon's shoulders quiver. There's no sound. Not a single hick-up, but you know.

Every single part of your body feels as if it's on fire. The room is dim, but gods, it's still too bright for your sensitive eyes. Yet you can't take your eyes away from the man drowning in his own emotions right next to you. You carefully reach out for him, muscles soar from the lack of movement. Brushing your fingers through his hair. Scratching his scalp. You have no idea how long you've been out, but you've heard him talking. Soothing the anxiety of being trapped in nothing but darkness.

"Si", You breathe out once more, trying to tug at his wrist softly. Wanting nothing more than to see his eyes once again. Simon gives in instantly, the tears soaking his mask. You try to wipe some of them away, but his fingers wrap around your frail wrist. For a second, you are convinced that he will push you away, but he does quite the opposite. With both of his palms, Simon presses your hand into his cheek. Leaning into your touch.

"You died... I held you," he says through heavy breaths, pulling at your heart, "You... the blood". You shake your head slowly. "Look at me", you say softly, coughing slightly. At the feeling of your dry throat, Simon is out of the chair, lifting the water jug to pour you a glass before carefully cradling your head as he helps you take a couple of sips. That's enough to chase some of the big emotions away. Enough to give time for Ghost to pull the iron mask back on, but his eyes still glisten.

"I'm here, aren't I?", you whispered, "That pink rug was too appealing to give up", you joke slightly, and it's enough to make Ghost let out somewhat of a chuckle. "You don't have to die to buy a rug for our room", Simon says, head turning to look at the monitor as if waiting to see something that would still prove to him that this wasn't happening. "You look like shit, LT. Losing sleep over a girl doesn't look good on you", you mutter, and Simon lets out a dry huff. "Because I'm a decent bloke, I won't comment on how you look", you let out a gasp in return, and that nearly sent him flying off his chair because the man is on such high alert that anything rings danger bells in his head now. "I'm okay, just trying to be dramatic with you", you say, squeezing his hand softly, trying to get him to calm down once more. Silence falls. Not an uncomfortable one. One that fully captures the shared amount of words running through both of your minds.

"I heard you, you know? Kind of pissed that you think that Jack deserved to get his heart broken," Simon snorts, running his fingers through his hair. His shoulders droop. All of the adrenaline that's been keeping him upright is finally wearing off. Leaving him feeling heavy and weak. "Should I get the others? Price would...", Ghost breathed, turning to get up, but you grabbed onto his hand quickly. "I just want you right now", you muttered straight away, realizing how dumb and desperate that sounded, "If you don't mind".

Simon scoffed, "Sugar, I sat here for three weeks begging for all the holy things that you would pull through", You bit your lip at his words. You knew that he did. You felt him. Heard him. Smelled him. He had been your lifeline all this time. "If I could, I would pull rank to get myself off duty so I could sit here till you fully recover", Ghost says, rolling his eyes, now doubtful at everyone who has been up his ass for not attending every single meeting. You smile at him weakly, feeling the little bits of your energy slowly giving out. Yet you still muster what's left of it to move your head up so you could run your fingers beneath Simon's eyes, where the darkest tired bags screamed about the lack of sleep he was getting.

"Get in bed," You tap the side next to you softly. You have no idea how you both will fit here, but you can't watch him practically fall asleep by your side. He had already spent way too many nights in that tiny plastic chair. "Shouldn't we at least go on a date first?", Simon jokes, making your cheeks grow crimson, and you're convinced that they are a dead giveaway of how you are feeling. "Oh, fuck you...", you huff, trying to frown, but the smile that tugged at your lips was too strong. "Lay with me, so you could sleep. So we both could sleep", you say once more, not letting go of his hand. With the size of this man, the bed will get crampy. But you didn't care. You needed to feel him close. To just know that he was with you. Fully. As if reading your mind, Simon got up, climbing into the bed from your good side. Making sure your uninjured shoulder was pressed against him.

"Is this okay?", he said after a moment of you two moving around to find a comfortable position for the two of you. "You can wrap your hands around me; you don't have to lay there like a log", you chuckled, tugging at his sleeve and urging him to cling onto you the way you were clinging to him. Ghost chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss your head. Your hand instantly moves up to cradle the side of his masked face. The feeling of the soft material soothing to your senses. "I fucking missed you", Ghost breathed after a moment of silence. Fingers running up and down your back. You slowly peeled your eyes open, fighting the tiredness just for a heartbeat longer. Meeting his soft eyes as looked down at you. "I missed you too, Simon. Been missing you since the moment I saw you", you smiled softly, turning to press a loving kiss on his chest, right over his heart, before you lay your head back, listening to the steady drumming.

#simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley cod #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #cod x you #cod imagine

[emperorundying]

TLT Dashboard Simulator- Pt 5

💀 drearybruh Follow

10,000 y/o lyctor gf who exclusively calls me 'lovey': Ugh they're still debating the ethics of using cavaliers as a resource to suck dry, I can't deal with this empire today.

me [heard 'suck dry cavaliers' and got so hard i got nauseous]: I think I hauve devils in me

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🫁 soulosexualll

omg guys im so sorry ive been MIA!!! the alexandrite id been talking about won custody over our baby so i had a bit of a crisis about my future on the fifth house alone and loved only by the spirits. and then of course i visit the third over vacation and get roped into a multi-week bender [have u ever snorted dried marrow? life changing] and then i was lost on the third for likeeeee four days and had to find my way back through hitchhiking and bartering with my own blood.

but i promise ill update my Joy/Patience/Duty threesome fic soon :333

#rpf #munposting #EEEEEEE GET EXCITED GUYS #joy strap time? joy strap time.... #i see ur messages in the askbox and i super appreciate them btw but i cant justify answering all of them #BUT I SEE U AND I LOVE U &lt;33

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SKELETAL SYSTEM BRACKET ROUND 3 GROUP A

We had two ties last round [within a margin of error of .1%!!] , so we decided it would make the most sense to make this a four-way poll. Propaganda:

Occipital Bone: do you want an unprotected cerebellum??? the infernal surface is groovy af, and all the nuchal lines are actually goated. are u seriously going to look me in the eyes and tell me the three-part bone of all time [father son and holy spirit, anyone?] can even be stepped to by some normie basic bone shit???????? cmon..... [via. @skullfuckbonegod]

Fibula: VOTE FIBULA!!!! bone with a best friend <3 Tibia already got out round 1 so its ur legal duty to stand up for its legbestie... also my hounds r named Fibula and Tibia and theyre adorbsies [via. @sodiumradiation]

Thoracic Vertibrae: twelve bones. twelve bones, one combined goal: fuck shit up, take names, keep that back backing. least commonly injured part of the spine for a reason. its built different. this shit protects ur spinal cord, provides attachments to your ribs, supports your chest and abdomen, and literally lets yr body move. objective best bones. [via. @ithinkthereforisam]

Scalpula: Scapula sweep!! Those are your angel wings. Watching your Cavs shoulder blades move under their skin while they carry a big sword is the best part of being a necro. They're also just such a good plane of bone they're perfect for breaking up into little pieces for bone adepts to store in their pockets. Also the attachment point for a bunch of muscles!!and the yummy little joint cavity… [via. @kavkisser]

#polls #tumblr polls #skeletal system #tibia #fibula #vertebrae #scalpula

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ARE YOU GUYS SERIOUS WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE EMPEROR HASN'T COMMENTED ON HIS FIRST AND SECOND'S SAINTS DISAPPEARANCES

📷 devoutofmymind Follow

For my Edenite followers this is like if gun disappeared

#ARE THEY DEAD??? #Bro r we upping the fascism factor #STAFF THAT TAG IS A JOKE. I WOULD NEVER DREAM OF INSURGENCY

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I swear they're like the septum piercing havers of cavaliering 😭😭😭

🦀 xx-0ct0g0ne-xx Follow

Ah. So you're unable to handle the pressures which are expected of the average Eighth House devotee, and as such, fall back upon insecure insults. Get a life + Praying for you + L.

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holy shit tower prince announcement this is crazy. liveblog time

👤 boobmonger-deactivated-2917220

TRANSMASC AWE??????????

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☠️ is-the-emperor-undying-d34d-yet Follow

NOT YET BUT WE ALWAYS COME BACK

#the locked tomb #tlt #dashboard simulator #nona the ninth #ntn #htn #harrow the ninth #dash simulator #gtn #gideon the ninth #my post #beauposting #ianthe naberius #ianthe tridentarius #cytherea loveday #gideon nav #john gaius

[blackopals-world]

Jester!Yuu:Hey dad, you mind a talk?

Sam: Oh, boy. You got your serious voice on. What happened?

Jester!Yuu: I wish I could say nothing but- there has been some talk at the school. And- Dad is there something wrong with us?

Sam: Of course not! Why would you say that?

Jester!Yuu: Im not blind. No one treats us like the others kids. Not just me, all three of us get treated like we're slow or- they want to put Delivery Kid!yuu in special education.

Sam: You know they have different needs from you. They go to speech therapy. They also have a sign language instructor after school.

Jester!Yuu: But they can communicate just fine! It's just that no one listens to them. They don't want to leave their class.

Sam: I'll talk to the teacher.

Jester!Yuu: That's not enough! Ive been trying to get them to do something for ages but no one will take me seriously! Chef!Yuu keeps having these bullies take their lunch and they won't say anything. You know them, they don't have a mean bone in their body and they treat it like they are sharing with these jerks!

Sam: Calm down spots. I'll deal with it. I promise, your old man will straighten them out. But listen, I'm so proud of you munchkin. You look after your little siblings so well.

Jester!Yuu: But whenever I try to protect them everyone thinks I'm joking. No one is afraid of me.

Sam: You don't need them to be. Trust me, you can be plenty scary. Remember when I ate the last of the king cake? You jumped on my back and pulled on my clothes like a deranged baby monkey. You were 3 I think at the time and only weighed like 15 pounds so I carried you around for the entire day because you would let go until I got you a new cake. You are pretty stubborn.

Jester!Yuu: I'm pervasive.

Sam: Don't you mean persuasive?

Jester!Yuu: Nope!

#jester!yuu #chef!yuu #delivery person!yuu #yuuniverse #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst sam #twisted wonderland sam #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes

[angsthology]

GENRE: COMEDY

a series of drivers in different sitcoms. thats it. thats the only description i can give.

originally, this was a series inspired by this tiktok i saw then @disneyprincemuke (no one's surprised anymore) corrupted me into actually making it BUT! i wanted to have my own twist to it so here it is;

special mentions to @foreveralbon @localwhoore for... being there

also i gotta be honest the deeper u scroll the more sloppy i got with the ideas cause i fr ran out of sitcoms (that ive watched and/or may not just be in my list for future watch since i ran out) and ideas so im sorry folks 🫠 also no promises on this series well

some of these MIGHT change because i am stupid. and, yeah.

the good place # mv1

he tried to kill you... nay, he did kill you, that’s why you’re here. and now he’s your alleged soulmate?

community # sv5

in life, it seems the only thing you’re ever good at is “trying again” but when will it stick?

how i met your mother # ls2

it’s almost like the world is against you being happy. but of all people, why did it have to be him?

new girl # cl16

crazy how one of your best friend’s new roommate was destined to be yours forever and you didn’t even know (apparently he did, though)

abbott elementary # gr63

the new first grade teacher seems to be unable to function when you’re around, wonder why that is?

modern family # eo31

when and how did your dads managed to get someone so cute to rent your upstairs apartment?

brooklyn nine-nine # pg10

2 broke girls # op81

since when did captain holt had such a cute, —daughter?

schitt’s creek # aa23

nothing really to smile about in your life. but i guess he’s kinda nice

typical max black lore drop, apparently she has a brother now?

reboot # ln4

they gave you one condition: be in this relationship or not be in the show and who are you to say no? you’re new after all, who did you think you were?

what we do in the shadows # cs55

you’ve lived long enough, really. but not long enough for this to be your first experience at being part of a truce

superstore # yt22

you hated your coworkers for not believing that you have an actual boyfriend. proof? hm, got that from the internet, call? did you hire someone to do that?

friends # ls18

jack and judy geller are one hell of a matchmaker, whether they did it on purpose or not

veep # lh44

you honestly can’t stand him sometimes. you truly don’t know what his problem is but who knows maybe he just wants your job

victorious # zg24

you guys are so cute, it’s quite sickening. literally.

icarly # ms47

you two were... inseperable. until—he; seperated away, i guess. but hey! he’s back apparently and there’s really nothing you can do about it except try to keep the heart eyes too a minimum

AGAIN; absolutely no promises cause im shit <3

plus i dont rlly know why im doing this considering i currently have a pretty demanding life but oh well!!

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #logan sargeant x reader #charles leclerc x reader #george russel x reader #esteban ocon x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #pierre gasly x reader #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris x reader #carlos sainz x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #lance stroll x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #zhou guanyu x reader #mick schumacher x reader

[touyazbbygirl]

A whisper in the wind.

God I have my father's eyes.

Dabi (touya) x Reader part 2

Angst no comfort. A/N: how I think the last conversation he would have with his partner before confronting everyone not proof read at all either. I was crying through this. He always hurts my feeling when I think about him. He deserved so much better I <3 him

**WILL HAVE SPOILERS READ AT YOUR DIGRESSION.**

Eyes widened seeing Dabi, your boyfriend on the tv. Hearing his voice echo in the room hearing him telling the whole nation who he was. Finding out in real time as everyone else. What a secret he kept. 

Hearing his combat boots thunk against the concrete as he stepped inside. You head whipped to the door. Standing up as your fingers danced across the controller to shut off the tv. Coming up to him he looked down at you, his hair different, his scaring spreading more. 

You knew what he was doing to himself. You knew how this was going to end. Tears pricked the back of your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Fingers digging into the leather of his jacket, the warmth of his body filled yours. 

"you kept this.. from me.. why?" You peered up at him with a teary expression tilting your head in curiosity. Dabi sighed softly before pulling you closer to his chest, resting his chin upon you head, "I just wanted to keep you safe, keep you away from my past. I didn't want you to think of me differently or try to save me from the past or try to get me to make up with them" 

Hearing his reasoning didn't make it any better, just confirming what his plans were. Taking in a shaky breath as you nod, biting your lip as closed your eyes to keep the tears at bay. "I.. I get that Dabi. I do, but.. I don't want you to die" the words fell from your lips, faster than you could catch them. The air hung heavily on his shoulders. 

His hand came to cup your cheek as he took a deep inhale, feeling you lean into his touch, his expression mirrored your own. "I know." He spoke gently. "I just want him to see me. I want him to watch me. The look on his face, to see him fall apart-" he was cut off by a sob feeling your shoulders shake "you're falling apart. look at you, you're falling apart right in front of me and there's nothing I can do! don't.. don't you dare Touya" You used his given name, something in him broke. 

Red built along his lash line as you reached up to cup his cheek. “Dont you see youre hurting yourself? You dont hate them, I dont think thats the case at all Touya. I really dont. I think youre hurting because you were promised so much. You were promised to be a hero and you got casted aside because of your baby brother.” Touya couldnt help but to think back on his past. How his father got mad at him begging him to stop using his fire as his body couldnt keep up with the usage of it. It was burning him alive. He knew that. “I dont.. Want to watch you just die on me. Please.. I cant fix your past. It will never change your past, I know that. I love you, Im watching you, Im seeing you, my eyes are always on you Touya.” You whispered softly. 

Touya felt his breath hitch as he pulled you into his chest once more, feeling his frame shake in your arms. Why did it take this long for him to have been seen? If it was this easy, why did it take so long? “I cant.. heal you. I cant take away your pain or suffering. I dont want it to be too late and I never get to hear your voice call my name again, or feel your warmth wrapped aroun me when I need you the most. When Im scared and youre trying to keep me calm and collected. When Ive had a nightmare and you whisper how Im safe and loved. I cant do this without you Touya. I love you as you are, not who you were.”  Your own voice was filled with emotions, watery and wavering.  

“I know I know I love you. So much. Always remember that. Never forget it.” His voice light as a feather a whisper in the wind. 

Sometime after this conversation you sat in the same spot on the couch, watching as everything began to fold. Hearing the pain in his voice as he confronted his baby brother; Shoto. They were watching. We were all watching. Panic raising in your chest as you watched, there he was, everyone was watching him. All eyes on him, His family eyes were on him. His body giving out on him as each minute passed. Knees buckling under you seeing him on the ground, burnt, having lost an arm. Sobs wreaked your body, gripping, clutching onto his jacket that he left to you. You should've known then that was the last time you would see him.

And all you had left was a whisper in the wind. A faint sound of your name, carrying his voice to you one last time.

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Another a.n: Im sobbing, I'm sorry for hurting your feeling.

#touya todoroki #touya x reader #dabi #dabi x reader #dabi todoroki #dabi x reader smut #dabi smut #dabi is touya #todoroki touya #todoroki family #dabi my hero academia #mha x reader #mha #mha spoilers #my hero academia #bnha #mha dabi #bnha dabi #toya todoroki #toya x reader #angst

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ookay this one is really really tooth rotting fluff level

Tadc x reader who just realized christmas is coming, and is freaking out with absolute glee and childlike wonder

TADC cast x reader who loves christmas!

AAAAAA im so so sorry i could have sworn i answered this but i guess i didnt??? i promise i didnt mean to leave this in the inbox this long on purpose i think i must have lost track of stuff </3 regardless, i hope you enjoy! admin must admit, asides from presents and the christmas tree, he doesnt do many holiday activities so... admin is underqualified for this but hes still gonna try! a lot of the character segments intertwine in this btw! like not in a "similar idea" thing but in a "they are actually overlapping and interacting with one another" way so !! side note unrelated to the post eheheheh the second batch of macarons have been piped! theyre now on the counter set out to dry, and ive got my ganaches out to get to room temperature so i can whip em up into a frosting :3

CAINE:

oh i just know that caine would lean hard into holiday stuff, plus i think he has the best sense of time in the digital world out of everyone.. plus he just seems like the kind of guy to celebrate all sorts of holidays, not just christmas! year round stuff, you know? not just winter... so you guys would likely team up and totally deck out the grounds to match the holiday spirit! sure caine on his own already puts in way too much effort decorating everything, he even makes it snow! but with you around he cranks it up to 11! lets just hope there arent any scrooges around, though.... also prepare yourself because he would definitely find a way to have christmas music play on loop in the background... somewhere... ambient music but its festive songs... i think caine is also the one responsible for most of the presents, since he can basically get most things with just a flick of his wrist! ooooo perhaps a date (platonic or romantic! up to you!) where you guys wrap the gifts together!

POMNI:

funny enough, while i usually think pomni would SUCK at cooking, i think she can make a mean hot coco. granted, hot coco and/or hot chocolate arent the hardest things to make, but... i dont know, its just different when she makes it... (recommendation from the admin, add a bit of cinnamon or nutmeg to your hot coco its a game changer frfr, this goes for a lot of chocolate stuff, actually. its like the chocolate-coffee effect but like. makes a different flavor profile. add a bit of nutmeg to your chocolate chip goodies. rn.)

anyways! pomni always keeps you supplied with hot coco, and honestly it benefits you both! keeps you nice and warm, plus its delicious; and it gives pomni something to do... i mean, its christmas... surely she can take it easy from trying to find the exit... just for the season... helps with her anxiety about the whole situation, you know? making digital food sure is weird, though...

RAGATHA:

as mentioned in gangles part, she joins you and gangle in helping making a skirt for the tree! keeping up with the idea of sewing things, i think she would also make stockings for everyone; leaving most of them blank so everyone can customize them however they like... but you and her get together to decorate your own together and just !! i just think thats sweet! depending on how soon caine starts putting the christmas stuff around, you and her might be able to make some ugly sweaters for yourselves! thats a christmas thing, right? oooo and they match.... OOOO YOU GUYS MAKE AN EXTRA LONG SCARF FOR YOU GUYS TO SHARE!!!! rolls around... she makes you mittens so you can go mess around in the snow caine put all over the grounds

JAX:

snowball fight. and i mean really intense once. in fact it wouldnt be too much of a stress to call it a snowball WAR! honestly jax might just be the type to put rocks in his snowballs.... but because this is meant to be nice and sweet, he wont... just this once, and because he feels TOO mean crushing your holiday spirit (even if your digital body would quickly recover from the possible injury...)

you guys make forts and go absolutely ham. the stuff ragatha had made for the two of you! i mean sure you guys cant succumb to hypothermia, buuuuuuuuuut being really painfully cold still sucks... but the sweaters help you guys stay out for longer to play! and you can perhaps ask pomni to make some hot coco

oh yes its all coming together

ooo perhaps you convince jax to make snow angels and snowmen with you... though, i think jax would make the snowmen purposefully unappealing... but maybe you think hes actually trying his best... oh you jolly little thing..

KINGER:

okay so i admit this one might be a stretch and its mostly because his robe already has the fur and he gives off grandpa energy (even though hes only 48 but hey some grandpas become grandpas young) but imagine somehow someway he dresses up as santa (and i say that loosely, his robe turns red and the fur turns a plain white), bonus if he wears a hat to tie in the entire look. while caine is the one getting the gifts and wrapping them, i like to think kinger would ask to be the one to put them under the tree at an ungodly hour. sweet man. chews

as for an interaction with the reader... hmm.. hes the last character im writing, everyone else already has their parts done... the one christmas activity i can think of that hasnt been taken yet is baking! honestly i can see him being a decent chef! maybe its the dad/granddad energy speaking to me again... perhaps its the admin projecting... buuuut imagine you two make shaped cookies togehter; stars, candy canes, trees, bells, ect... and you ice them together! sure they may not be the prettiest or look the most professional; but does that really matter when youre having fun? they still taste delicious!

ZOOBLE:

ok i get it, i tend to lean hard into the zooble being negative and/or unimpressed with things a liiiiiiiiittle too often, but again zooble doesnt strike me as the type to enjoy most holidays. they seem more of a halloween person to me, you know? though, i think that they would switch out their antennae for ones that resemble antlers more... or if they dont have those, they string lights up on them! all for you, just because they know how excited the holiday makes you. they dont care about many things, but they care about you... and if it means doing (harmless) things they normally wouldnt do, then so be it! dont expect them to get in on many holiday activities, though...

GANGLE:

you and her make decorations for the grounds and the giant digital tree caine put in the main common area! handmade ornaments, paper stars and snowflakes, things like that! you and gangle stay up take cutting each thing, applying the colors and the glitter and any small details.... dozens of times.... because caine chose a tree that was way too big than it needed to be.... oh you might have to have gangle on your shoulders so she can reach the higher points of the tree! sits and thinks.... ooouuuuuuuuugh you guys make a skirt for the tree together with the help of ragatha... little group activity... sobs...

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

[zortic]

more sad OL:B&A stuff, more specifically for the transgender audience

once again ignoring any of the romantic aspects.

tw for a bit of transphobia!

as a transgender man, my coming out was ruined completely. im sure alot of people can also relate to that.

infact it went so horribly that i forced myself back into the closet for a long time. i tried out many different gender identitys. my thought process was that ‘anything other than a man’ would be good enough for my family. which was not the case.

to cut a long story short, i couldnt keep up that façade, and my family eventually came through for me. though, the prior transphobia i received was damaging enough to stay with me even now.

olba is relevant because i found the game at one of my lowest points. i was blown away by how accepting the game was off the bat. there were sets of pronouns to pick, and promises to be able to change them as your character grew older, as they grew into themselves. your appearance had nothing to do with your gender identity, there was no judgement if your character revealed their gender identity to anyone. even if that character was someone who didnt like you.

the thing that got me the most was how supportive your moms are described to be. maybe you’d think thats an obvious if they are two women married to eachother, but ive met my fair share of people who will accept homosexuality and not transgender people.

anyways, in step 2 it can be mentioned how you are on some sort of hormone already, and in step 3 it can be mentioned that your moms payed for your top surgery. never has a line of text made me cry as hard as i did when i read that. it was so emotionally overwhelming.

the sheer amount of acceptance in that game is STILL so mind blowing to me. you dont find games like that like ever. as a 14 year old, it was the most acceptance i had ever gotten in my life. if i had the chance to speak to anyone from GB patch, i would give them my thanks until i physically couldnt speak anymore.

what im getting across to here is that games like this can really help a person. especially young people who are just now shaping their identity. knowing theres acceptance out there can really help ones mental health. even if it is just through a video game.

i am being quite the chatterbox so im ending this here. thanks for reading!

#our life #our life beginnings and always #cove holden #olnf oc #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #baxter ward #our life now and forever #olba mc #derek suarez #transgender #ftm

[polteergeistt]

Thinking about Vessel being gifted with beautiful feathery wings by Sleep, how II, III and IV react to it, and the way Vessel views himself.

The first word that came to their minds is angel. Of course, seeing the one they love with majestic wings with pearly white feathers deploying from his back is truly a sight to behold to their eyes and their hearts. They love them. They cherish them. They don't become annoying about it, but sometimes they can't help but marvel over them. Vessel looks like an otherworldly being, a prince from the sky.

Vessel, however, sees things differently.

He cannot think of his wings as ugly. They are undoubtedly gorgeous. He just doesn't get why he got them. They obviously make him look like an angel, an entity of purity, free of sin and torment, bearer of light and hope. Everything he isn't.

He has tried to ask Sleep that question. Why has this happened. He is convinced that he isn't worthy of them. They reflect too much beauty for someone as miserable as him. He hides and tucks them under his large cloak. It's effective, but very uncomfortable. Everytime he contracts them close to his back, a voice in his head screams at him to let go. They hurt and they give him cramps. When they are not free, they make him know that they do not like it. So, when he is alone in his room, he hides all mirrors and stays in sweatpants only.

But he can't keep secrets for long when he lives with three clingy cryptids as husbands.

One day, II hid in his closet to scare him. He already got the two others, and it was Vessel's turn. He peaked through the gap of the doors and saw him take off his cloak and let out the most relieved sigh he ever heard from him . He stayed hidden, mesmerised. But Vessel had to put his clean laundry in his closet and found him. It took him four days to allow the drummer back his room after that. The evening of the fifth day, he gathered his bandmates in the living room and disrobed in front of them. III and IV were shocked. II kept the secret. He wanted it to be a surprise for them, and what hell of a surprise it was.

They talked a lot about it. Not at the same time, just at random times. When one of them was doing some chores with Vessel, during dinner, for short moments they shared with him. They didn't want to overwhelm him. They promised that they wouldn't touch his wings without permission, as they were very sensitive. Vessel was immensely grateful for that.

After a week, he finally hung out without his cloak on, freely walking with his wings out. The screaming in his head stopped. He felt much better now that he didn't need to hide anymore. III took some of his own clothes and cut slits in the back and gave them to Vessel. He almost teared up when he offered them to him. These clothes came in handy as the cold season approach. He could have his wings out and not freeze to the point of sickness.

As for cuddles, it took some used to. Vessel laid on top of them most of the times. It wasn't comfortable, it was always nice, but didn't want that to be the only way. Him being the little spoon was out of the equation. With extra care as to not pluck his feathers, the vessels eventually found their way to love each other at the same time. They always do.

Now, there are other things that can be explored on that topic, such as the ungodly amount of allusions II, III and IV make to Vessel being able to fly and being an angel they make in public, or what happens when Vessel takes one of them in his arms and fly in the sky with them, scaring them by almost dropping them on purpose. Feel free to explore the idea with your own headcanons and fanarts.

Worship. <3

#sleep token #sleep token band #sleep token vessel #vessel #vessel sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #sleep token iii #ii sleep token #iii sleep token #sleep token ii #ii #iii #iv sleep token #sleep token iv #iv

[a-certain-romance]

hmmm i had a thought and i was wondering if you can write something based off this? or you can even write this but in your way lol 😘😘😘

thought—

warning: fem reader with a dick! ,

kinks ; implied breeding, size difference

modern au!

— ok so, fem reader with a kid who hires raiden ei as a babysitter!

despite gaming as a continuous hobby, ei was still in dire need of a job. she just couldnt sit her ass in front of a screen, gaming all day!!! she needed something else to do besides that. she seeked job opportunities, although some rejected her due to her connection with yae miko (who they feared). so when she reached out to miko about these occasions, miko could just laugh at her but, she gave her a proposal about a certain friend of hers needing a babysitter, and that certain friend was fem reader. so ei takes up the oppurtunity because she has experience in babysitting (thanks to kunikuzushi when makoto was away.)

when miko and fem reader talked about ei accepting the job, fem reader couldnt be more relieved! timeskip to ei’s first day of the job, and it goes well, has some interactions with fem reader and the child, and ei grows fond of the both!

however, as ei continues to work there, fem reader cant help but feel weird and giddy when ei is there. time goes on, and reader develops an obsession with ei.

one day, fem reader arrives from work, to see her child and ei talking. she hears the child ask ei : “when can i get another mommy? i want one already :(…”

and that statement happens to be said as soon as fem reader walks into the room. ei looks at the door to see her boss there, and she’s in shock at the next few words fem reader says :

“dear, why don’t i make miss ei your new stepmommy instead? how would you like that, hm?”

fem reader is smirking, looking at ei. the child quickly agrees with the idea, loving the thought of having ei as her new other mom. “can i also have a sibling? i have no one to play with at home, mommy.”

fem reader grins even more, and tells the child : “ive been planning that, sweetie. just wait, i can get you one by tomorrow.”

the child then gets put to bed, leaving fem reader and ei alone downstairs in the living room. fem reader has ei’s small frame pinned on the couch, glaring down at her.

“help me fulfill my promise, hm? i never lie to my daughter, so make sure you bear my child tomorrow.”

ei barely gets the time to process, but she lets fem reader have her way, agreeing to everything proposed to her.

night passes, yet the thrusts of fem reader’s hips never stop pounding against the ass of ei. ei feels tired and used, but she accepts the pleasure, never once complaining. ei can barely feel her stomach anymore, besides the fact that her womb’s been filled up with so much cum at this point. she only receives and receives even more, not caring if she bears reader’s child or not. <3

(god my head is crazy)

Love these types of anons<3

Done with school for the time being so I have the time to write more for this blog. Happy pride to those who celebrate🏳️‍🌈

Characters/Ships: Ei x fem!reader with a dick

Warning: Smut written by a minor, breeding, creampies, anal

There was something about how perfectly Ei fit into your little family. Like a puzzle piece, Ei felt completely at ease with caring for the little one. Because of her gaming capabilities, the two of them have a blast doing board games and other fun activities that kept them entertained.

But having her around to babysit wasn’t enough for you. You tried to keep your thoughts wholesome, you really did, but your obsession got the better of you. The image of claiming Ei, making her yours by breeding her to your heart’s content, makes you throb every time you think about it.

And those 2 little questions from your sweet, sweet child was your opening. Ei was blushing through the whole conversation and even after the child was put to bed. She noticed the way you look at her. She’s spent less time gaming during the night so she can touch herself, either with her fingers or a dildo, to the thought of you taking her with your thick cock. She imagines what it would feel like to be wrapped around you and pounded into oblivion. When they asked for a sibling, every dirty scenario she’s thought of made themselves known behind Ei’s far away look.

She’s just so cute, so easy to pin down. Ei could resist, but she wanted a this just as much as your did. Despite letting you have your way, she took the liberty of stripping both your clothes and hers. She took extra time to slide off your bottoms and wrap her hand around your cock with excitement. She pumped it a few times but it didn’t make much of a difference, with your own dirty mind running rampant you were already hard at the thought of taking her.

At first you pounded into her on the couch. But before either of you could cum, you were scared Ei’s loud moans would wake the child and ruin all the fun. Instead, you picked her body up and carried her to the bedroom to finish what you started. Ei laid on the bed with you on top. When you started to go thrust faster Ei’s legs pulled you down by your hips. With a nod from Ei you came inside for the first time that night.

The rest of the night was a blur of different positions, the last one being you pushing Ei down into the mattress and cumming twice in her from behind. Ei’s spent, heaving body couldn’t catch a break, not that she minded all that much. With orgasm after orgasm her body was so sensitive. Ei can feel all the cum you’ve released inside her womb, the thought of bearing your child is practically guaranteed.

But if not, there’s plenty of time try again.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #ei x reader #ei smut #ei x you #ei x y/n #raiden shogun smut #raiden ei #raiden x reader #💋

[dre6ming]

Still got scars on my back from your knife.

“I stayed there” series-part V

Masterlist

〘Part I 〙〘Part II 〙〘Part III〙〘Part IV 〙〘 Part VI 〙

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: anxiety, crying, consumption of medication, cursing, loss of parent, fluff, angst… hope it’s all

Plot: Austin has never really been good at waiting and is surprised to find out that (Y/n) herself has changed so they make a promise to try

Word count: 4250

Disclaimer: ok so little spoiler I decided to make the reader bisexual, so be kind to that, everyone deserves love. If you’re not comfortable with it you can just avoid those parts. :)) trust me it’s easier to look away than it is to spread negativity - love you <3

As I walk through the supermarket, in my quest to buy eggs and some other grocery I might find I need, my mind keeps slipping back to him. It's hard to push him away, to forget him. I know he must be waiting for me to text him, but in all 10 days that past since he came over, I couldn't find the right words to say. I keep looking back to who he used to be. He used to be so loving and considerate and I guess the other night I saw some of that, but I don't know if it was enough to make me let him back in my heart. Since the break up, I built a thick, tall wall around my heart, a wall that has his name written all over. I was an introvert before I met him. And him getting me to open up, just so he could them throw it in my face? Well it's safe to say it scared me away from ever connecting with someone like that.

I tried, I really did, but I couldn't. At one point there was one girl who scratched the surface of my walls, but she couldn't break it. Betty and I tried to make it work, she was sweet and patient, but there's only so much patience someone can have when the want to love all of you and all you give them is a piece. We broke up after 2 months, she was the first girl I've ever dated, I didn't even know I liked girls that way until we got drunk one night studying and I confessed to her I might have I crush. I was the one to end things this time, because I could see she wanted more and I wasn't ready to give it, at the time I didn't think I would ever be ready to love again. Me and Betty still talk, but for the past few months she's been away in Switzerland on a experience exchange. Which good thing I remembered that, she's supposed to be back from Switzerland and in LA, where she also got matched for her residency at a different Hospital. Looking at the date on my phone, my eyes widen, she's supposed to be back tomorrow. How could I let that slip? Oh I know, Austin.

When my thoughts drift back to him, I sigh defeated. Hopefully me and Betty can talk it over a glass of wine so I can make some order in my brain. Scratch that, it might be a bottle or two of wine that we need to talk all this over. Making my way to the liquor aisle I go ahead and put in the cart 3 bottles of Chardonnay and one of Merlot, 4 bottles just to be sure, you know? I finish the rest of my shopping, pay for everything and start walking home. Today is a good day in LA, not to warm, it's clear that autumn is nearing, which means so is my 26th birthday. I hate birthdays, dread them. Ugh hopefully everyone forgets this year, but I doubt I could get that lucky.

Home, everything I quiet so I occupy myself with little things to do around the place. Evening finds me curled up with Boots, reading, music softly playing in the back and hot cocoa in my hand. The ring of my phone forces me to put down the book and see who it is. I answer the FaceTime call from Betty, a smile spreading on my face as soon as I see a mess of red hair on the screen.

"Show me! Show me! Come on!" I giggle and point the camera to Boots sleeping on my lap. "Oh my god, that's the cutest thing I've ever seen. Hi there kitty!" She says waving at Boots like the cat would actually wave back. When I move the camera to my face she pouts disappointed. "Really? I thought we were friends!" I say placing a dramatic hand over my heart faking pain. She laughs at my dramatics "We are, but you are not cuter than that kitty, sorry girl." I throw my head back laughing.

"So are you're picking me up tomorrow right?" She asks and I nod, putting some hair behind my ear. "Yes. Oh and I asked around the apartment complex and the apartment right above will be out for sale in a week. Good price as well, you can stay with me till then." Betty smiles as she lets out an excited scream. "Ahh this is great, I can't wait to see you, I have to go now, I plan to sleep a few more hours until I have to clear the dorm and leave for the airport, love ya'!" I blow her a kiss and end the call. I'm so happy to be spending time with her again.

The next day I wake up with a horrible headache so i decide the best thing to do is sleep in and lay in my bed. Unfortunately I can't even sleep, the pictures behind my closed lids keep waking me up and the exhaustion of my body makes me fall back asleep, so it's a vicious circle of being in and out of consciousness. Eventually I have to get up to go pick Betty up from the airport. The city is kind to me and instead of being it's usual overcrowded self, it's half empty. That's good cause I get anxious driving, especially on crowded roads.

The airport, on the other hand, is an entirely different thing. It's full of people going in all directions. I look at my phone and see that by now the flight should have landed. I decide to call Betty. "Hi, I was just about to call you, I'm waiting for my bags, are you here?" I smile at her babbling. "Yes, I'm waiting outside, by the Starbucks." I hear some commotion in the background and the she speaks again. "Ok, be there in a minute" I end the call and look around, I live watching people, wondering what might be happening in their lives. Are they in a crisis just like me? Are the anxious about a new job? Like me? Are there any other people like me?

"(Y/n)" at the sound of my name I turn around seeing Betty running towards me, dragging behind two huge bags. I can't stop the laugh that escapes me. "Betty!" Her body collides with mine, almost causing us to fall. "I missed you!" She says with her face buried in my hair. "I missed you to." I grab one of her bags and we move to the car. The drive back is a lot more interesting than coming here by myself m. We catch up on everything that's been happening in our lives. "I swear to you, that Swiss guy almost made me want to try and have sex with a man, he was too sweet and way too hot for his own good." I shake my head. "Until I see him with my own eyes, I can't say if it would've been worth it." She pouts and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "Fine, than tell me more about your man, if you won't believe mine was so good." I roll my eyes at her snarky comment. "I'll tell you after wine, lots of it." She nods and for the rest of the ride we sing along to her playlist.

When I park in front of apartment complex, I have to vigorously rub my eyes to make sure the headache I had earlier didn't leave any side effects, like hallucinations. I say this since, leaning against his black car is none other than Austin. Fuck him and his good looks. "My god is that?" Betty says. I turn to her and when she sees my scared face, the wheels start turn in her head, trying to come up with a plan. "Do you want to make him, angry? Serve him some of his own medicine?" I swallow and nod, I'd do anything to give him a crumb of what I got. "Ok, we are going to get out of this car, you wave to him, and we fake being a couple, he waved those girls all over socials, now you get to wave me off." My cheeks heat up at the idea. "Ok, but will Emma be ok with it?" Tying her red hair up she waves me off. "She knows it's not like that with us anymore, plus I'll show you the ring I got for her, I'll ask her to marry me, next month when she come. Come on now, I'll tell you all about it later." She pushes me out of the car and I make efforts to look composed as I wave to Austin. Despite all my trying the smile that creeps on my face when he waves back, can not be stoped. Fucker.

Betty comes around, getting her bags out of the trunk. I go to grab one of the bags, but before I can, she hugs me and kisses me. It's strange and awkward and I know it feels the same for her, but she like to torture men, so she does it well. When we break the kiss, we take the bags and begin walking. "Hi!" Austin says, smiling whilst his eye throw daggers at Betty. "I'll wait for you upstairs, babe!" I give her the keys and struggle not to laugh at Austin's face.

"Babe?" He asks when he's sure Betty's far enough so she can't hear us. I nod my head, hoping he won't see through my lie. "Since when? And a girl? I thought?" I feel rage take over me, of course he thought I was waiting on him all this time, so that I am now his to take. "What did you think? Hm, Austin? That I was free for you to take? What did you think I would never have a relationship again?" He licks his lips nervously. "You said I was your first and only boyfriend!" My laugh comes out bitter. "Betty is a girl, so I didn't lie." He nods brushing his hair back, with his hand. "So you kissed me, I thought that meant you were, single"

I close my eyes. Fuck him and his brain, he's not stupid, but it hurts me that he's right. "Why are you here Austin, I thought you were waiting on me, for when I was ready." He blushes looking away from me. "I came to come see if you wanted to go on a hike, I found this trail, it's very nice, lots of trees, since you like the shade."

"That doesn't sound like you waiting for me Austin." He lets out a breath taking a step closer to me. His arms come to hug me, but don't, he keeps them in air, not touching me. Like a cage. "I am, I was, but I'm going crazy here, I keep staring at that goddamn phone, waiting for you to text me." I take a step back, and walk past him. "(Y/n), wait, I'm sorry"

I turn around to look at him, I hate that he looks like he means everything he says. But I don't hate that the blonde boy standing before me looks like the one I fell for so many summers ago. "I can't just give everything to you, Austin, I'll call when I'm ready, don't push me. My Austin wouldn't push me." He swallows, blinking back the tears that gloss his eyes. Those beautiful blue eye. "I don't know that there is any of 'your Austin' left in me and if there is I'm afraid you might have to get to know me as I am now, it's not fair that you hold it over my head that I've changed." I breathe trying to calm down, he's right. I'm being mean and immature, but it's hard, to look at the person you loved and barely recognize them. "I'm sorry, it's just that- maybe I should-" I struggle to find the right words, but he's patient. "I should try then, I'll call you tomorrow, today my friend is back from being away for long, I want to be with her." He nods and smiles a bit, but it's a shy smile. "Ok, ok, have fun!" Austin gives me a thumbs up and climbs into his car. Before driving away he smiles at me and I smile back.

Upstairs I find Betty snuggling on the couch with Boots. "Look! Look! She loves me already!" She squeals, making me laugh. "Yeah I can see that." I go over to the fridge and get out all of the ingredients for extra cheesy mack and cheese, our comfort food. Holding Boots in her arms, Betty joins me in the kitchen. "So what did lover boy want?" I shake my head, begging to grate the cheese. "Just that he wants to talk."

"Hm and will you talk to him?" She asks. I don't know why she's asking, she knows I will, I'm stubborn, but when it comes to him, I'm jello. "Well he has a point, he's been living with this character for years now, it's normal that he changed. I think I should try and see if I like who he is now, there's no point in holding hope that he'll be back to who he was." She seems too really filter through her mind what I just said. I put the water on the stove and keep grating the cheese. "Ok, what about his 21 year old model girlfriend." I sigh, I know he said it didn't mean anything, that he didn't love her, but still, it's bugs me. It also bugs me that it dawned on me that if we kept our relationship secret for longer then a year, he might've done the same with several other girls, the 3 official ones being outed by mistake.

"He said they broke up... he also said that he loves me" I whisper the last part so she doesn't hear or so I think. "What was that?" I turn around to put the pasta in the boiling water adding salt and setting the timer for 7 minutes. "Nothing.." she puts Boots down, coming around the counter to look me in the eyes. "Uh uh girly, talk, what did he say?"

"Didn't you say something about proposing to Emma? What was-" I try to change the subject, but she doesn't let, she cuts me short. "We're talking about you now!" She points a finger in my direction, like a mom arguing with her child. "He said he loved me, ok? You happy?" She gasps taking a few steps back. "Aw, my love, come here." We hug tightly and before I know it I'm crying again. "I don't know what to do!" I say trying to control my breathing. Betty moves a soothing hand up and down my back as I shake in her arms. "It's ok, go sit down, I'll finish the pasta, we open the wine, talk, eat, drink." I wipe my face with my hands and nod. "We get drunk!" She says and I laugh.

We end up spending the whole night doing exactly what we said we would. She shows me the beautiful ring she got for her girlfriend Emma and she tells me about her proposal, at a small dinner, just the two of them and then a trip to Bahli. It's 3 am when we finally get to sleep, so the next morning we sleep in, until 12 pm. We have a light brunch and she goes out to run some errands.

Getting over my pride and fear, I pick up the phone to call Austin. After a minute I hear his voice on the other end. "Hello?" I have to breathe to try and calm my already racing heart. "I want to meet up and talk." I hear some ruffling and him breathing. "Ok, yeah, when?"

"Now? Are you free?" I ask, making an effort to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, meet me on the beach, our place in ...... let's say in an hour?" I nod, but then I realize he can't see me. "Sure, I'll see you!" He chuckles saying goodbye and then the line goes silent. I get up from the couch, running to my closet to find something to wear. It takes me thirty minutes to finally decide on a denim romper with a white tee underneath. I take my keys and leave for the beach, I already know I'm late, so I try to move fast, but without putting myself in danger.

When I get to the beach, as soon as I get close to the meeting place I see a makeshift tent made out of bed sheets. I can't help the tears that start running down my face. Austin comes out of the tent to grab something and then he spots me. When he does his face grows concern. "What happened? Did I? I-"

"It's perfect!" I cut him off before he digs a hole for himself. "But you're crying?" He's now more confused than concerned. "Happy tears, Aus, happy tears!" I say and pat his arm. He nods and blinks a few times, like trying to wake up. "Shall we?" He motions to the tent and I follow him inside. "Oh wow" inside he's laid out about 20 different pillows and a couple of blankets. In a cooler he brought sparkling water, wine and Coca-Cola. He's also thought about food, 2 trays with appetizers and a mixture of fruits. "Too much?" He asks trying to hide the insecurity in his voice with a chuckle. "No" I look at him and see that he's watching me closely. I blush and look to the ground. "I thought that later on as it gets dark we could watch a movie, I brought a small projector". I smile, he's really thought of everything. "Sure."

"Um, yeah, let's sit." I sit down and he opens the wine bottle, than faking a very formal server he asks. "Wine madmoizelle?" I giggle and bring my glass forward so he can pour me some. "So I guess we should start with talking? Getting to know each other again?" I say, trying to hide how nervous I really am. "How do we start?" Good question mister Butler, I'll give you that, only I won't say it out loud. "Um why don't you ask me something, that's how we started in the first place." I suggest.

He licks his lips and seems to really be thinking what he wants to ask first. "Ok, give me quick recap of the past three years?" Ok bold as always. As I sip my wine and eat some of the appetizers. I tell him about my time at college, the first time I went to a party and had a miserable night taking care of all my drunk friends. We laugh at that. I also tell him about the time I had to take sleeping pills for my finals week cause I couldn't shut my brain off to rest. He says it makes sense to be hard to unwind when you carry around so much knowledge. I argue that it's no big deal and he makes a point of me being a potential lifesaver very soon. "So what happened to (BFF/n)?"

"Oh she moved out of the dorm a few weeks after we broke up, she went to live with her boyfriend at the time, who is now her husband. She got matched in NY for her residency and we text sometimes, but she's got another life there. Josh, you remember him," he nods "yeah well he's been working in New York for a year now and she moved with him, so when school was over she already had a new life there" I shrug, I miss my best friend, but we grew apart, I guess Betty has the title of the best friend now. "And the girl? From earlier?" I laugh I knew this is where he wanted to get.

"Betty moved in, after (bff/n) left. We've been friends since, best friends." He analyzes the words in his head, but I don't think he can make much sense of them. "So friends?" I laugh half way through drinking wine and it goes shooting out of my nose. He hands me tissue, biting his lips to hold in his laughter. "Yeah, now, but we did date, for a few months." I pop some grapes in my mouth and wait for the next question. "So you like girls?" I nod. "Yeah, I think I always liked them, I just never acted on it. But then Betty happened" I smile remembering how awkward I used to be around her with my small crush.

"But you like men as well?" He adds. "Yeah, so you still got a chance, sir" I say giggling when he sighs relieved. "Now your turn, recap of the past three years" he clears his through and after a small pause he starts to tell me. Austin begins with the nightmare about his mom and the same thing that happened to her happening to me. We both cry at that, I've never met his mother personally, but the pictures and Austin's stories always made me feel like I did. He then tells me about meeting Tom Hanks and working in Australia. He also tells me about his bad habit of serial dating after we broke up. Turns out I was right, he dated more than three girls, but he thankfully spears me the details. He then tells me about the premiere of "Elvis" at Canes, he cried during the whole screening and at the and he looked around almost leaning in to hug his mom. He tells me about the preparation for the movie, how method he went, that eventually at the end of filming he was hospitalized with a perforated ulcer from stress and poor lifestyle. I bite my tongue at this, stopping from saying 'I told you so'. He ends the recap by telling me a bit of his future plans, he's in LA for a little over a month and then off to Budapest for 7 weeks to film 'Dune 2', beyond that he doesn't have much planned, but he's sure that won't stay for long like this.

When he's done we've been talking for hours and it's now dark. "So what movie are we watching?" I ask snuggling into myself, I guess late august nights get a bit chilly. He notices and puts one of the blankets around my shoulders. "Well I thought you'd pick." Austin says setting up the small projector. "Um can you show me 'Elvis', I haven't seen it." He hesitates for a second but then he nods. "Sure, yeah!" He opens up his laptop and starts the movie.

As the intro of the song 'suspicious minds' opens up the movie, he sits next to me, leaving a few inches between us.

After two and a half hours as the credits roll, we're snuggled against each other, my head on his chest as I quietly cry. I can't hide my sobbing for long, when he attempts to get up to turn off the projector. "Hey, what's wrong. Was it that bad?" He tries to crack a joke. Austin holds my face in his hands, wiping my tears with his thumbs, but I cry more than he can handle. I laugh a bit, but it breaks into a sob. "No, no, Aus, it-" I have to stop to take a big breath. "You were amazing, Austin, I'm proud of you."

His eyes fill with tears, he tries to blink them away, but he can't. He hugs me to his chest and we cry together again, but it's not like the last time, this time we are happier. "It's still wasn't worth losing you!" He says after a while. "Well you've found me." He lets go of me so I can pull back a bit and look him in the eyes. "But you still feel so far away..." he whispers, his face getting closer to mine. I can now feel his breath fan on my face. He takes a hold of my chin with one hand as I take he's other hand in between mine and start drawing circles on his skin. "Because we've both changed, but I'm ready to meet you again Austin, you were right, it was hypocritical of me to hold you changing against you."

He chuckles. "I want to meet myself again, baby and I want to meet you again as well." He says licking his lips, he's fucking sexy lip licking. I shiver a bit, but it's not the cold. I close my eyes and lean forward to kiss him. Our lips touch and it's electric, butterflies fill my stomach and I feel light headed. Though the last one might be the wine, the rest is still very real and nostalgic. It's comfortable.

When we pull away we take a moment to look at each other, really look. Physically not much has changed, but mentally there are new layers to discover. "Together!" He says and I nod. "Together!" I agree

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[his-red-right-hand]

his red right hand, Chapter 3

You slept through the night, a rarity, awoke with the idea of breakfast entirely unappealing, a very common occurrence. You were also, however, not immune to judgy nurse face, so you choked down about three spoonfuls of the bland oatmeal before just poking the rest of it with your spoon as you were told how to care for your wound.

Dressing changes, antibiotics to be taken with food (blergh), don’t get it wet, cover when showering, stitches out in two weeks, any redness or warmth in the area come to urgent care. You paid less attention to the instructions for the pain meds they were going to give you, you had a different idea of how to numb the pain. Whilst the fuzzy headed sensation had been kind of nice at first, it was letting your thoughts drift a little too freely for your comfort. The fact that your weed guy worked at a restaurant three doors down from your job, and made the best damn burger you had ever tasted in your life was just a bonus.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl and slip by at light speed at alternate measures as your anticipation of going home built. Back into your own clothes, not constantly being watched so you could just ease yourself back into that comfortable little pit of despair that was your life. The sooner to see if his promise would be kept and he’d come and kill you soon. Better you than all the other poor souls out there. At least you wanted it.

A different nurse came by, the clothes you’d been brought into the hospital folded in their arms, an apologetic smile on their face as they explained your tank top had been cut off you in surgery, but everything else was in wearable condition, the police forensic guys had swabbed what they’d needed from it all. The thought of them going over your clothes made something twist uncomfortably in your gut. But you were able to get out of bed under your own power, the nurse disconnecting you from your iv’s, pulling the curtains around the bed and standing outside them at your request, but demanding that you call out if you had any difficulty getting dressed.

It was slow and a little painful, more than difficult. Wiggling your left arm into the sleeve of your flannel in a way to try and actually get the damn thing on without pulling overmuch at your stitches. Your tights had big ladders at the knees now, but you didn’t have anything else and like fuck were you putting your Doc’s on barefoot, so that was another ordeal. You looked like you were having the walk of shame from hell, the side of your flannel stained with your blood, that was going to be a bitch to try and get out, but you were dressed.

Apparently a Deputy was coming by to give you a lift home. Great.

You refused a wheelchair to get to the entrance of the hospital, walking didn’t pull too much at anything, the worst of it really was your legs not wanting to work after being confined to bed. It wasn’t even that long, you spent longer lying in bed staring at the wall on your days off, but then again you don’t normally get stabbed on your days off.

Deputy Riley was young and had a mildly questionable moustache, friendly but quick enough to get the hint that you didn’t want to talk as he drove you home. You were looking forward to being able to wallow unobserved once again; let the weight of it all wash over you and crush you down. People around meant having to pretend you could carry the weight of it, and who had the energy for that?

Ten awkward minutes later he pulled up outside your crappy house, the scrap of the front yard overgrown with weeds. Deputy Riley scrambled out of the car to open the back door for you, and you managed to get out of the vehicle under your own power, even if it did take a little bit of swearing. “Uh, thanks for the ride. I got it from here.”

“Happy to serve ma’am. Just remember we’re only a phone call away if you need anything.” Oh, that was painfully earnest.

“I’ll - ah - keep that in mind.” Walking along the path to your front door, you fumbled with your keys for a moment before opening the door, stepping inside, and leaning against the door after you closed it, shielding you from Deputy Riley’s watching eyes. Home sweet fucking home.

Just the same mess as you left it.

You needed a shower. You smelt of hospital and dried blood and sweat. You unbuttoned your bloody shirt, a quick check to make sure that the kitchen blinds were still closed from when you left - just to make sure you weren’t about to flash the whole neighbourhood - and then stepped forward to drop it in front of the laundry room door.

The little blinking light on your answer machine caught your eye from its place on the little half wall that divided the kitchen from the rest of the main living space. Not that it was much of a space. Well, chances were about 50/50 between telemarketers and someone actually caring enough to call you. No, wait, make that 70/30, you did your stabbing recovery on your two sweet, precious days off from work.

That could be investigated once you felt clean again, the chances of it being actually important were pretty fucking low. Leaning against the wall as you unlaced your boots, grumbling to yourself the whole awkward process, kicking them off with a satisfying thunk you proceeded to get naked. Now time to hunt through your kitchen drawers for the cling wrap and medical tape you knew had to be in there somewhere.

One shower later, feeling much better for it, even if you did almost kill yourself slipping on the way out. You wanted to die, but that would just be a fucking embarrassing way to go. Wrapped in a towel, you hit play on the answer machine as you wandered to your bedroom, digging through the pile of dubiously clean clothes to find a too big tee to pull on, score, found one of your Alice in Chains shirts. First message was from Piper, another one of your friends from the party, asking you to call her once you were back from the hospital, and she hoped you didn’t die. Well, that was one of you.

Next message started as you perched on your couch, opening the box there with your papers, grinder and weed. It was Devin, your manager at work, wishing you a speedy recovery and to call him, he’d sort out all the time off you needed. Fuck, you should probably call him back before you got stoned.

Last message, Sarah reminding you to call her once you were home. She at least wouldn’t begrudge you getting high first.

Joint rolled, you picked up the phone, perching on the arm of your couch as you dialled your job. Fingers twined through the cord as it rang, one, twice, then ”Roseville Books, how can I help?” A bit of relief eased through your veins as you heard Devin’s voice, at least you weren’t going to have to answer any co-worker questions until you were there in person.

“Hey Devin-”

“Holy shit, are you alright?” Concern was laced through his voice, Dad vibes coming on strong.

“Yeah, I’m home, I’m okay, asking you to please put me on the schedule this week.”

“What? Are you sure? Because if it’s a money thing, we can work something out-”

“It’s a not going completely insane at home thing. Like, I probably shouldn’t lift anything heavy, but I can work a till, answer the phone, and deal with customers. Please...” Part of you wanted nothing more than to take the opportunity to stay at home, just lie in bed and do nothing. But you also knew that if you did that, you would never get out of bed again, the weight of all you kept inside finally crushing you.

“I... You can come in tomorrow, a half day, 11 until 3, we’ll see how you go. But any problems, I’m sending you home, okay?”

“Yessir,” you responded dryly.

“Now go get a good night’s sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow Devin, bye.”

He said his goodbyes as you hung up the phone, letting out a long sigh. You stood up with a soft groan, padding over to vinyl collection, flicking through a few albums, you must’ve been really stoned last time you went through these because a bunch of them were out of order, before settling for The Cranberries, taking the time to set up the record player and start that playing, the ritual of running the dusting block over the spinning record before dropping the needle always calming to your mind. Picking up the joint and your lighter, opening the french doors at the back of your house, stepping out and settling into the chair you had out there, taking a moment to stare into the dense woods at the back of the property. Damn, it’d be nice to walk out into them and just disappear.

Lighting up, you took some time to let the music just wash over you as you smoked. Much like everything else, it wasn’t that your side didn’t hurt any more, it just made it so you didn’t care about it. You didn’t really care about anything other than the music curling through your brain. You stayed out there, gently tapping ash off into your ashtray there, trying so hard not to think about what had happened to you two nights ago. The weed helped dull the intensity of your recollections, but did nothing to stop the ache thinking about him caused, the ache that wasn’t in any of the wounds he gave you.

The soft hissing of side A ending shook you from your thoughts, getting up from your chair, stumping out what little remained of your joint, leaving the roach in the ashtray; and going back inside. Lifting the needle arm, you flipped the record, letting side B start playing. Part of you wanted to go and lie down on your bed, but you knew where that would end; and you were not masturbating to a fucking serial killer, no matter how intensely intimate your encounter with him was. No matter how you ached from it. There were three fucking dead bodies there with the two of you, and he didn’t even have the fucking courtesy of adding you to that total. Even after he made you beg.

Remembering begging for him made the ache worse.

Fuck.

Movies! You had some rentals here from blockbuster. Stoned horror time, sounded great! You even had some jiffy-pop in a cupboard somewhere, so if the munchies kicked in you were sorted.

Looking around you could find The Evil Dead, you could’ve sworn you had rented a copy of Silence of the Lambs as well, but then again maybe serial killers weren’t the best thing to watch right now. You slotted the tape into the VHS player, turning off your music and putting the album away. Fuck, you still had to call Sarah and Piper. It was less effort to try and do it now then it would be to get reamed out by them for not doing it.

Picking up the phone from its cradle, you dialled Sarah first, waiting for a few rings before it went to her answerphone. She must still be at work. “Hey Sarah, you said to ring when I got home, so... I’m stoned and gonna watch some horror movies, so you know I’m doing okay. Talk later.” You hit the button in the cradle to hang up, quickly dialling Piper, who unfortunately for you actually picked up, but your conversation with her went over mostly the same gist, along with a few reassurances that you were okay. Hanging the phone back up after some quick goodbyes, you briefly considered the business card you had with Jed’s phone number on it. What the fuck would you even say to him? You could barely keep up with the friends you had at the moment, you didn’t have the time or energy to make a new one, even if you had felt a spark of a connection with him.

No, it was time for some ridiculous melting makeup fun.

You negotiated laying yourself down on your couch, having to move your cushions to the other end. Next time you got stabbed you’d have to request it not to be on your comfy side. Stupid murderers with strong thighs that you wanted to grind against- No, watch young adults get murdered in a cabin in the woods, no thinking about him. You were probably never going to see him again anyway, so there was no point. And no matter how fucked up your fantasies normally got, you had to draw the line at fucking yourself to thoughts of an actual murderer who had killed actual people.

Even if you do wish he had fucked you up against that wall before he stabbed you.

Scrubbing your hand over your face, you tried to focus on Bruce Campbell making poor life choices as evil spirits lurked in the woods.

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[liquidstar]

hi from one OC creator mutual to another i just wanna say i have been seeing all your OCs whenever you post them and your dedication to making full body refs of so many little guys just floors me. like i may not fully know whats going on there (though id like to) but your art and dedication to it is amazing. i just thought id say so bc ive thought so for a while i just dont know how to say shit like this without sounding weird LOL. anyway tldr you have such an incredible drive to create and its awsome and i love your OCs never stop posting okbye

HI OMG sorry im replying late i got kind of busy for a sec there, but i love this ask to much its so sweet <3 i promise you dont sound weird at all!!!

i really appreciate the encouragement too! making a lot of full body refs is taxing but its also like. a passion project kind of so i cant not! even though im really excited to almost be done w it (im working on commissions rn though so its on a bit of a pause for now!)

ive seen you talk about your ocs too!! i saw your tags on my post from a couple days ago and read through them :D you have a really cool concept and like, OCs meant for games are sooo interesting to me bc idrk much about #gaming so i have no idea how to create a story for one really! so it similarly floors me when people are able to do that. its like a different skillset for mentally planning the narrative i think, and on top of that is how the games themselves would work... it seems like a lot of thought and planning and its really awesome to me!

id also like to know more about your OCs too :) whenever you wanna talk about them my dms and askbox are open! discord too! i'm finn_again. i like hearing about OC stuff and obvs if you wanna know stuff too that also rocks bc i love sharing lol

but again tysm for the motivation! if i can help it i will never stop posting and keep drawing them :) i hope that once im done w the "drawing all the refs" project i can pop out some more misc stuff, like alt outfits or au concepts or even comics (funny or serious) and maybe that way people will also be more interested than just introduction/reference posts 😅

for both of us though, i hope we get to share our stories with the world for real. like you said in the tags of that other post, these things are like our babies. and i wanna see them grow up strong and have them leave the nest for others to enjoy hehe. seriously, good luck with everything bc im always cheering on other ppl who have passion projects like this, they mean everything in a way thats hard to describe! so! i believe in you and wish you the best!!!!

[alaezasmystery235]

Match maker written ships for @nuxsvibe

Hiii ❤️ I'm doing good hope your having a great day so far ~ Ngl why relationship with two of them actually sounds like real . I mean every relationship had ups and downs and not always lovey dovey . And this reading actually justifies what I myself had channeled too especially the one with Jay . Because there's some cards wqhich ive got too its shocking 😳. Thank you so much it resonated 🤭🥰

NewJeans :- HANNI ( friendship )

Honestly the friendship has no solid foundation to start . The first card Tower tells me you two might have clashing opinions or views which will make you both kinda uninterested in eachother. I'm seeing a veil being removed and finally seeing the light . So one of you might used to think highly of eachother or had expectations of being on the same boat but Sadly you got to know the truth. The next card Hanged Man , which tells us that you both decided to become friends instantly , impulsive decisions without even getting to know eachother first . Weirdly enough you have next card Empress RV , which shows period of stagnation . So your friendship with hanni will not even move further even if you wanted too because the very next card is knight of wands , passion , knowledgeable . Both being fully capable to make a good friends but Sadly not for eachother . Lastly we have 10 of swords and 7 of swords , someone might snitch or start rumors about your relationship because I'm getting jealousy.... evil eye . So yeah it's Rocky to start with and end with it too .

BIGBANG :- TOP ( romantic )

I'm firstly getting there's a high chance of meeting happening with him if you change your stream . I mean with 3 of cups here in reversed it's likely for you to take some alone time or change your organization and join others which will be fruitful for you . And in this way your meeting can be happening. With king of cups and queen of cups this relationship has the potential to grow into something solid and promising . You both will be devoted and giving. I'm seeing one partner planning all of their trips and other one is spending money and in this way it becomes a successful one . This relationship will be passionate one but that depends on how you both are willing to put work on it. Because with the 4 of cups here I'm getting one of you overthingking about how the gell did I get this partner ? Basically questioning your self worth but not seeing that the universe is literally giving you this relationship as a gift for your patience and heartbreak . And this might lead to some arguments and unwanted jealousy . Page of Coins being the next card shows that boredom and stagnation in a relationship. So I think you both should try to incorporate different kind of tasks or routines in your daily life to keep this relationship interesting. Lastly we have world , wholeness amd such a positive card . This relationship indeed gonna change your both lucks and for better .

I hope you like it and stay blessed 🙌

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[hhelliish]

Some Seven Deadly Sin design ideas i felt i needed to write down somewhere

Lucifer (Pride): he is the character ive worked most on out all of them

currently his design is going through some changes. for one i want him to be more goat like. i still want to keep his sharper nose cuz i just really like that one him, but hes going to start looking more like a furry as the days pass sorry not sorry

his personality i dont plan on changing. he's going to remain a more standoff-ish and quiet, coming off as cold. but on his other side he is actually quite caring and passionate about taking care of his family, his people, and Hell itself

Sathanas (Wrath): hes a bit tricky. i didnt want him to be so predictable by being a meet head jock or something. so i decided to go the business man route.

im thinking of also making him more animal like. maybe a bull to represent the wrath part of him to get a better idea. he also 100% has glasses he's a nerd

personality; similar to Lucifer he's quiet and intimidating, but more like the opposite spectrum. he comes off as more stern and serious, not taking anyones shit and he means it

Beelzebub (Gluttony): my silly. ive grown heavily attached to him

entirely going into a bug look for him. in my mind he looks a bit human but has a lot of bugs features like antenna's, four pairs of arms, huge insect wings, differently bent legs, and possibly abdomen im not entirely sure about that yet

i always pictured him to be very carefree, silly, but really off putting and strange. bro totally eats corpses and thats ok because hes funny <3

he also has a wife and child. she let him hit cuz hes goofy

Asmodeus (Lust): this again is a tricky one cuz i really want him to be unique but translate his design that doesnt feel overcomplicated to design. because if you know how he really looks, its a lot

i do have in mind i want him to be fat as im tired of the definition of Lust being this skinny guy. fat people can be hot af and i want that to be more pushed

i was also thinking with how Asmodeus has more than one face, i either thought he could change his features by waving a hand in face that changes everytime like magic. or he spins his head like a doll and appears a new face every so often. not entirely sure with what i want to do but the separate faces i dont think i want to make to be different people, rather just different appearances

Asmodeus is also a kind and full of passion for others. he has several partners that he all treats very well and is not purely out of lust

Mammon (Greed): again, this is a hard one

Mammon in my mind can be many things and its hard for me to decide what he looks like. so he is the one thats the most work in progress as for some reason its just difficult for me

as for personality, hes by far the nastiest out of all the Sins. besides Belphegor, he very much embraces the sin he represents and doesnt feel bad about it. hes a man of the status quo and likes to be the bigger person power or wealth wise.

even though when being ranked alongside the other seven sins he isn't that powerful compared to Sathanas, Beelzebub, or definitely Lucifer

so hes kind of compensating all the time for his broken ego LOL

Leviathan (Envy): SEA WITCH SEA WITCH

ive been so excited to design her and im gonna go all out with the deep sea monster look. i envision her as a kind of kelpie/siren kind of monster creature girl that has hair covering her face but a huge creepy smile. shes got lots of teeth like a shark

personality so far is that shes a bit creepy. she likes to make herself look as if her spine is cracking in half and loves fucking with people. but sometimes her creepiness is just who she is. no one can tell when shes being serious or being an ass

Belphegor (Sloth): the last furry i promise (not)

yeah, i may be stealing the idea of what Vizviepop is doing with her Belphegor. not like entirely tho since we still dont know what she looks like. but my Belphegor is going to be a sheep for certain

i want her to be the shortest out of all the Sins and look like the fairly unthreatening one. but thats where she gets you cuz actually all along her fluffy wools is eyeballs that pop out of nowhere and scare the hell out of you

her attitude to me is more predictable for Belphegor by being noncaring, monotone, and sleepy. but i honestly cant think of her in any other way it just fits best. i imagine she never even walks she just floats around with a pillow and sleeps randomly

these are just concept ideas btw but i needed to air this out to someone so i hope you guys enjoy seeing my thought process <3

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