#that's the fun zone of depression baby!!!

[possessionisamyth]

okay BUT i do need leon to pull a complete 180 in his 40s, his mid to late 40s especially. i need him to do the opposite of whatever chris is doing because i want him to relcaim his life outside of work in a very specific way, and that way is him in the jean dixie shorts while wearing a tank top that reads "women want me, fish fear me" along with a cowboy hat while he drives a big ass jeep with no doors on it

Like, he must reach maximum "fuck it" status so when people first meet him off the clock they're fucking flabbergasted as to how the hell this guy is THE most prominent agent in the DSO

but i won't get that because japan and nearly everyone who thirsts for him while he looks "cool" are COWARDS

#re #resident evil #leon kennedy #please see my vision #i want him just not giving a shit in the opposite direction!!! #that's the fun zone of depression baby!!!

[wrongplacerighttime]

Hi!! This is my first fic that I’m posting. I wrote it loosely based on this love by taylor. I write for my own enjoyment usually but this is my first time sharing my work!! I hope you enjoy it <3

word count: 7.5k (got carried away lol)

tw: smut MDNI!!, hints at dom harry, fluff, angst, drinking, kind of feelings of regret, mentions of a cheating partner.…i think that’s it but lemme know if i missed any :’)

This Love Left A Permanent Mark

This was a terrible idea.

My inner monologue has been repeating the phrase through my head like a mantra from the moment I walked through the glass doors of the club.

In hindsight, I don’t know why I didn’t think this sooner. Why did I think coming to my ex-boyfriend's album release party was a good idea? In what world would that ever be a good idea? Especially the way we ended things. I mentally note to never let Ginny talk me into something like this ever again, even if she is dating a member of his team. I recall the conversation we had about it a mere four days before this moment.

“It’ll be fun! And he’ll be busy talking to people all night anyway. He won’t even know you’re there, probably.” she insisted

“I don’t know, Gin. I really don’t want to crash his night.” I mumble, twiddling with the menu on the table in front of me.

“You need to get out of the house. All you do is sit and read your books and play your guitar. It makes me sad and depressed.” her nose crinkles in displeasure.

“What’s wrong with that?” I shoot back, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing, I guess.” She shrugs. “I just think you deserve to have a good night. I won’t tell Joe you’re coming so he doesn’t mention it to Harry. You can just hang around and mingle and drink and dance with me.” She reaches over the table and takes my hand in hers. “Please. We haven’t had a night out in so long.” she gives me a pouty lip and I roll my eyes.

“We could go out any other night.” I point out and she sighs loudly.

“True…but this would be perfect. You don’t have to pay for any drinks or deal with sleazy guys at the bar. Just industry people doing industry people things and listening to the album at a big party.”

I contemplate her request. What’s there to lose? I weigh the options in my head for a moment. If I don’t go, she’s right, and I’ll just sit in my room all night flipping through the same romcoms and sitcoms that I’ve already watched 3 times over. I’ve been doing fine for a few months now. I’ve been going on dates again, and meeting new guys. On the other hand, no one will ever be him and I have no idea how I’ll react if I do end up seeing him…or if he sees me. But, there will be so many people there, he’ll be mingling, and he probably won’t see me, right?

“Fine. But if he sees me, I’m bolting. .” I mutter and she squeals in excitement.

Now here I am, sitting at the bar alone in the same spot for the past 45 minutes. Ginny is nowhere to be found, and I’m in an uncomfortable dress that’s too short for my typical comfort zone and the sequins are making me itchy. I twirl the straw around in my drink and sigh, holding my head in my hand.

On the plus side, I’ve avoided him for most of the night. The first time I spotted him was when he was walking into the club, making his grand entrance. I was hiding behind Ginny and he didn’t see me. But when I saw him my heart skipped. He’s wearing a cream colored suit, that looks almost a baby pink color if it’s in the right light, with a white tank top underneath that shows off his toned chest along with the two swallows tattooed on his tanned skin, and his cross necklace hanging from his neck. He’s got a pair of glasses with orange colored lenses perched on his head also. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish I was on his arm right now.

This was a terrible idea.

It’s been over a year since I saw him last. I don’t even know what he’s writing about in his music because I avoid every single thing about him. Arguably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do because he’s everywhere right now. If I see his name in the news, I don’t read the article. If he’s on the TV, I change the channel. I scroll past anything I see that his name associated with it. I learned my lesson the hard way in the beginning. I purposely searched his name in the weeks following our tumultuous end, and saw so many pictures of him with other women…and every time I saw him with them, the picture of him that I saw that night comes to my brain. So I stopped putting myself through that misery.

I hear a loud noise like someone patting a microphone. I turn my head to see Harry standing at the front of the room on a small stage. He’s looking out to the crowd of people who are now mostly turned to face him. He looks my way for a moment, and I feel my breath catching in my throat, but then he skips over me and continues skimming the crowd, and I let go of the breath I was holding.

“Hello, I’m Harry.” His deep voice sounds so smooth in the microphone and my stomach churns. It’s been so long since I’ve heard his voice.

“We know!” Someone yells back to him and the room erupts in laughter, making Harry chuckle into the microphone. So many thoughts are going through my head while I stare across the room at him, like the last time I heard him laugh like that. I turn back to face my drink so I don’t have to look at him. How good he looks.

“I just wanted to say thank you all for coming. It really means the world to me that I get to celebrate the release of my third album with all of you. I wouldn’t be here, in this moment, if it weren’t for every single one of you. All of you have played such an important role in making me the artist that I am. So thank you.” I sneak a peek at him from the corner of my eye. He brings his hand up to place over his heart in an endearing gesture. “Now, let’s get this show on the road and listen to it, shall we?” He says cheekily and the crowd sounds off with applause and cheers. The speakers in the room begin to play the tune of the first song and he walks off the stage making his way around the crowd of people, stopping to shake hands and chat with some of them.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and flinch in surprise, only to whip my head around and see Ginny hopping up into the seat next to me. I shoot her a look that shows I’m not happy with her and she tilts her head. The song changes and the next song is just as upbeat as the first.

“What? What’s wrong?” She questions and I roll my eyes.

“I’ve been sitting here alone for 45 minutes. You left me. You said you wouldn’t.” I pout, looking back down at my half-empty drink.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. Joe wanted to introduce me to some people and then I lost track of time. I won’t leave again. I’m yours for the night. Promise.” She wraps her arm around my shoulders and squeezes me into her and I smirk. She orders a drink and I turn to face the crowd again. I don’t see Harry anywhere, and I feel the tension I was holding in my shoulders release a fraction.

We sit for a while, drinking and chatting amongst ourselves and other people who come to the bar while they’re waiting for their drinks to be made. They mostly talk to Ginny and ask how things with Joe are going, while I just listen and add little bits to the conversation here and there. I’m turned to face her at the same moment the 5th song ends and turns to a slower one, not as upbeat as the others. And they’re all so good. His talent really shining through in all of these words he’s written.

The chatter dies down a little, everyone taking in the beginning of the song before it picks back up again. Some people are swaying to the music and others are standing in groups. While looking through the crowd I spot some of Harry’s famous friends and when one of them makes eye contact and waves at me, I wave back. I feel a little stab in my chest, thinking back to a time Harry and I would be over there talking to them together. We would talk about how their projects are going and their plans for the future. Harry would always have his arm draped over my shoulder, pulling me closer to his side and kissing the top of my head. I sigh and continue to look around the room, looking for anyone else I might know, but then I spot him.

He’s sitting in a large curved booth with three others. He’s leaned over listening to one of them speak. I watch as his jaw clenches, and a small piece of hair falls down over his forehead. His eyes crinkle the way I always remember when he smiles and I can feel my breath leave my chest, just looking at him like this stole it away. His hand comes up to push his hair back off of his forehead while he nods and I catch the rings adorned on all of his fingers. One of them in particular catches my eye though.

The lion ring.

I gave him the ring as a gift for our anniversary a few years ago. He used to wear it every time he performed, but I didn’t realize he still wore it. You would if you’d ever pay attention to him, my conscience informs me and I swallow the thick lump in my throat. Ginny taps me on the shoulder once, pausing before tapping again, I turn my head towards her, but my gaze was still on the ring on his finger. My eyes work my way back up to his face before I tear them away, admiring his features for another moment. His beautiful green eyes…but when I turn to look at Ginny, I have to do a double take back to him.

Wait.

His eyes?

After a single second my brain catches up and registers that he’s looking at me. He opened his mouth once, then closed it again, his brow furrowed and shaking his head. I see the confusion laced through his expression, and I’m cursing myself, but I can’t look away.

“Fuck.” I manage to squeak out, and Ginny follows my gaze over to Harry.

“Oh shit. Laine, don’t—” she starts to say something but stops when he’s holding up his hand to whoever is speaking to him, signaling for them to give him a moment, and his eyes never leave mine.

“Laine?” I saw him mouth my name. A sight I’ve memorized ten times over. My breathing, my heart, and my mind all stop. Everything stops. It felt like the entire world stopped turning.

Within two seconds he’s standing, pushing his way through groups of people towards me. As he stands, I’m running for the door. I don’t look back. I just keep moving forward through the groups of people, pushing myself through…in the same sense that I have been for 19 months now. Running away and never looking back.

“Run away like you have from everything else.” The words that have infiltrated every single thought in my head for the past 19 months.

This was a terrible idea.

I’m pushing to the door, the air suddenly thick with dread that clouds my mind. I can’t breathe and it’s suddenly so hot. The room around me blurs and I can’t see where I am because there are tears clouding my vision. I’m blinking fast to clear them and all I hear are the last words he ever said to me, and then I feel the familiarity of his touch, and the flashback of the fight comes so quickly that it hits me like a freight train. Coming to the forefront so easily after I’ve tried so hard to just forget.

“Laine! Stop. Please, you don’t have to do this.” His voice drops an octave on the last few words, desperate for me to stay, and I knew I couldn’t.

“No, H. I can’t. This isn’t working. I can’t keep sitting here waiting for you to care about this, about us, when you’re photographed necking a girl at a bar. I sit here looking like a damn fool, waiting for you to love me.” My voice trembles and I shove him away from me.

“It wasn’t even what it looked like! You’re being irrational.” He throws his hands up in the air.

“Me? Irrational? Don’t. We’re falling apart. You’ve been growing so distant. Every time you go out you’re photographed with some other girl…and this time you’re all over her? I know we haven’t been the best lately but this is too much. You’ve gone too far.” I argue back, throwing things into a bag.

“You should know the paps twist everything. Please let me explain!” He’s practically yelling now, and I turn back to face him, rage clouding my mind.

“You cannot explain away this one Harry. All I wanted was for you to look at me the way you look at them. You used to. I used to be the only one you looked at.” My voice trembles, the tears threatening to spill. “It’s time to stop lying to ourselves, this was over a long time ago.” I snap at him with a shake of my head. He looks at me, defeated.

“Fine, Laine. Just go. Run away from this like you have everything else in your life. You’re so predictable.” He shoots back and I visibly flinch, I never thought he would use my past against me.

“You don’t get to say those things to me after doing this. This is your fault. I’m done. It’s over. Go call your new girl, I’m sure she’s waiting for you.” I grit through my teeth. I don’t let him say anything else before I walk out the door, leaving the only place I've ever called home behind.

“Let go of me!” I yell, trying to catch my breath and gasping for air. Trying to push and pull my way out of the grip on my arm. I know it’s him. I’d know the feeling of his hands anywhere. My eyes are squeezed shut.

“Hey! Laine, calm down. Look at me.” He shakes me slightly trying to get me to come back down to earth. I feel his hands let go of my arms and he grabs my face. “Please. Look at me.” I shake my head.

“I can’t. Because if I open my eyes and you’re really standing there and it’s not a dream, I will pass out.” I say quickly, so quickly that my words run together and I’m not sure he even understood what I said. But what am I so afraid of? It’s just Harry. But then again, my mind is replaying his words from that night over and over again. Run away like you have from everything else.

“If you do, I’m right here. I’ll catch you.” His voice is deep and he speaks slowly. His hands are still holding my face. I don’t respond, my lips pressed together in a thin line. My heart is beating out of my chest.

“What are you doing here Laine?” He asks, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

“I-,” I stop myself, realizing I have no good explanation, to collect my thoughts. I realize that my eyes are still tightly closed, and I probably look ridiculous. But now that he’s here and the entire world hasn’t imploded yet, I’m beginning to come back down to earth. I realize I don’t hear the music, I don’t hear anyone else talking, and my back is against a cool concrete wall. I open my eyes slowly, and I’m outside, and he’s there. Right there in front of me, not a dream, not a figment of my imagination. His eyes are so green, his jaw is sharp with little bits of stubble beginning to grow. His lips are full and pink, and they look so, so kissable. His hair is perfectly wavy sitting on top of his head, and he’s just close. Closer than he’s been in so many months. I turn my head, looking away from him and down the alley. I take a shaky breath.

“Ginny invited me. I don’t think she told Joe I was coming. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come. I-I didn’t think…” My gaze travels back to his, and he’s smirking.

“Didn’t think what? That you’d run into me at my own album party?” He asks.

“In hindsight it was not the smartest decision.” I mutter and look down at the ground. I can’t look at him. If I look at him again I’ll want to kiss him and I can’t do that, not anymore. “I think I’m just gonna go home.” I add and look back up at him through my lashes.

“Don’t. Stay. I’m sorry that I scared you. I just haven’t seen you in so long, it caught me off guard. I didn’t know if it was really you sitting there or if my mind was playing tricks on me again.” He rubs his hands down my arms, stopping at my wrists and going back up again, keeping me warm in the cool night air.

“Again?” My brow furrows.

“Yeah. Again. See you everywhere I turn, have since…” He trails off, then shakes his head slightly. “Please, come back in…I’m sorry that I startled you.”

“I need to anyway. I ran out and left all of my stuff with Ginny.” I wrap my arms around my torso to try and shield myself from the cold. He moves out of my way and stands beside me. We walk back inside in awkward silence, and this feels like some terrible kind of walk of shame. He holds the door for me and I mumble a thank you. Someone catches his attention when we walk into the main area so he stops to talk to them and I take that as my cue to walk away before it’s even more awkward. I make my way back over to the bar and Ginny is still in her seat. Her eyes widen at me as she sips through her straw.

“Oh my god. Are you okay? I didn’t know what to do. I saw him coming this and then you were running and then he ran after you and I just froze. I’m sorry. Should I have come to save you?” she rambles on and I shake my head.

“It’s fine. I think I just overreacted. I haven’t seen him in so long and when I saw him coming towards me I panicked. Nothing bad happened.” I sigh and run my hands over my face. My mind wanders, thinking about what he said. He said he sees me everywhere, and he has since the night I left. I didn’t think he even wanted anything else to do with me. Thinking about what he said pulls at my heartstrings and I’m confused…I decide I don’t want to feel this way.

I order a drink from the bartender.

Then another.

Then another.

And before I know it, another hour has gone by, and I’m drunk and on the dance floor laughing with Ginny. I have a drink in one hand and the other above my head, holding onto Ginny’s and swaying our hips together. I’ve not felt this way in a long time. I feel on top of the world, like I’m floating. She leans into me and whispers something in my ear but I don’t quite catch it. I turn towards her with a confused look on my face.

She gestures her head across the room and my gaze travels that direction. I look to find Harry, sitting in the same booth as before. He’s leaned back with one leg crossed so his ankle is resting on his knee. He’s got a drink in his hand, bringing it up to his mouth with a smirk on his face. Smirking at me.

“He’s been watching you for, like, the past 10 minutes. I know because I counted.” Ginny slurs in my ear and I look at her with an eyebrow raised.

“You counted?” I repeated back, skeptical. I don’t think I could even count to 20 right now.

“Um, yeah. It was for like two and a half songs that’s pretty much the same as 10 minutes right?” Her words run together and I turn my head to look at him again over my shoulder. A woman is sitting next to him, trying to get his attention and he’s nodding to whatever she’s saying, but his eyes are still on me.

I don’t really think my brain can comprehend why he’s staring at me in this moment. So I keep dancing with Ginny, and then eventually with other people too. I end up dancing with one of his friends that came up to talk to me, his arm around my shoulder and jumping around, singing the words to a popular song we’ve all heard repeatedly on the radio. I don’t remember when it happened because all my thoughts are running together and Ginny just keeps handing me drinks, and I’m so grateful for that. Grateful that he doesn’t come over to me. But why was he grinning at me like that?

Another hour goes by, I’m standing at a table talking to someone I’ve never met before, but Ginny knows them. Another one of Joe’s clients he manages, I think. I don’t really remember. I’m sipping my drink through a straw, slightly swaying to the music and listening to one of the women at the table speak when I feel hands on my waist, pulling me away from the table. I stumble backwards, feeling my back collide with a strong chest. I turn my head to see that Harry is the one pulling me away. His eyes are dilated and I can smell the alcohol on his breath. He grabs my hand, pulling me into the shadows of the club where no one can see us. He leans down and I can feel his breath on my ear.

“You look so tempting. It’s not fair.” He cups his hand around my cheek, running his fingers down my jaw line then holding my chin between his thumb and finger. He tilts my head up so my eyes meet his. He reaches up, running his thumb over my mouth, pulling my lip as he drags it down. He breathes a heavy sigh through his nose. Bravely, and not in the right state of mind, I gently bite his thumb between my teeth, closing my lips around it and sucking lightly. He chuckles and shakes his head. He just looks so good.

“You’re killing me.” He groans and drops his forehead to meet mine. “All I want right now is you and I can’t have you.”

“Who says you can’t?” I whisper back to him, looking up at him through my lashes, and our faces are so close. So close all I can see are his eyes. He grins and leans in, leaving a small kiss on my neck under my ear, and I feel tingling where his lips touch. I can smell his cologne. I would recognize it anywhere. He grabs my hand and leads me through the crowds of people towards the back door.

“My place or yours?” He asks, his eyes peeking at me over his shoulder.

“Yours.” I answer back without hesitation.

He opens the door and I feel the cold air biting my skin, instantly making my body shiver. We’re walking fast towards his car, his hand still wrapped around mine and pulling me along behind him. He walks me around to the passenger side of his car and opens the door for me. I slide into the seat and my teeth are chattering, when he comes to the drivers side he takes his jacket off and hands it to me over the center console.

We drive to his apartment in silence, his jacket shrugged over my shoulders. The air is filled with tension, both sexual and nervous. I don’t want to speak because I don’t know what to say. He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles, making my heart flutter in my chest. Like he always used to. I don’t pull away. I let him hold my hand against his mouth.

We make our way up to his apartment with haste. The elevator stops and opens to his penthouse, and once we’re inside he’s pushing me against the wall, not wasting a single second, and his lips finding mine. He grabs my hips so hard that I’m sure there will be bruises. When my mouth opens he’s slipping his tongue inside and I feel my knees weaken. He kisses me like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to.

He’s grabbing my thighs and lifting me up, all without breaking the kiss and instinctively my legs wrap around his waist. My hands work their way into his hair and pull slightly, making him groan into my mouth. He carries me into his room, the room we used to share, and lays me down ever so gently. He’s hovering over me, his knee between my thighs and putting pressure on my center. His kiss and his touch feel so familiar that it hurts, and I can feel it in my bones. Something I’ve longed for since the very last time. I feel my muscles melting into the bed with the weight of him on my chest. I moan into the kiss and he pulls away slightly.

“Been thinking about this for so fucking long, Laine. Think about you every day.” He whispers, touching his forehead to mine. My brain feels fuzzy and somewhere in my mind my conscience is telling me not to sleep with him, that I’ll regret it, but I push the thought out of my mind and focus on him hovering over me, paying attention to me. The only thing I’ve ever wanted him to do. The only thing I’ve craved for the past 19 months.

“Just kiss me.” I say breathlessly, and he does. His hand travels to the nape of my neck and grips tightly, holding my face to his. His lips are as soft as I remember. My veins are buzzing with a mixture of pleasure and alcohol, and I feel the heat grow through my entire body. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m grinding my hips against his thigh that's still between my legs and I whimper into his mouth at the friction it gives and he pulls his lips away just far enough to speak.

“Needy girl.” He purrs and I nod, lolling my head to the side while still moving my hips against his thigh. “Look at you. Need me this badly? No one else than take care of you like me, can they?” He pushes his leg against me harder and I gasp. “Answer me.” He grits through his teeth.

“No.” I choke out, “Nobody but you.” I whine, telling him what he wants to hear. And it’s the truth. Nobody could ever make me feel the way he does.

His hands travel down my body and push my dress over my hips, exposing me to him. He pulls away and looks down at the lacy piece of white fabric settled on my body, biting his lip and running his finger across the waistband, his light touches making me shiver.

“Is this okay?” He murmurs and I nod.

In one swift motion he hooks his finger in the fabric and pulls them down my legs, kneeling in front of my knees. He hooks his arms under my legs and palms the top of my thighs. I close my eyes and feel his breath trailing over my thighs and ghosting over the spot where I needed him the most. He peppers small kisses on my inner thighs, teasing me. I reach my hand down and tangle my fingers in his hair.

“You’re dripping.” He grins and looks up at me through his lashes. “All for me?” His warm breath on my wet center sends chills up my spine.

“No one else. Please, Har. Need you.” I say breathlessly, and I feel him smirk against my skin, grabbing my legs and opening them so far I feel the stretch in my muscles.

“How much?” He mutters, his voice low and gravelly.

“Please. So much. Need you so much.” I whine and gasp when I feel his tongue begin to lap at my clit, barely letting me finish my sentence. My back arches off the bed and he uses his hands to grab my hips and force me back down. He groans against me and the vibrations travel through my body, making me writhe against the bed. My hand still in his hair tugs at the root slightly, making his eyes flutter closed. My other hand grips the bed sheets so tightly I can feel my nails digging into my palm through the fabric. He trails his tongue down to my leaking hole and thrusts it inside while his nose creates friction at my bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Harry. So good. Feels so good.” I manage to gasp out between moans in broken phrases. He lifts his head and his chin is glistening with my arousal and he smirks. Going back in fervently he brings me closer and closer to the edge. I feel the coil tighten in my belly and he doesn’t stop.

“I’m so close.” I whisper between gasps and he moans against me again, and the vibration it provides is enough to send me over the edge. The coil snaps and my vision goes white, and I’m moaning his name over and over while he continues to move his tongue against me and working me through my high. I try to push him away from my body on his shoulders but he’s stronger than I am, and the overstimulation brings tears to my eyes and he stares back at me devilishly as he thrusts his tongue into me and my hips buck.

“Please.” I whisper breathlessly. “Hurts, Har.” I gasp as he licks against my now sensitive clit. Finally, he pulls his mouth away from me and stands between my legs at the edge of the bed. My eyes, barely open, travel down his body and stop at the outline of his hard cock in his pants. I sit up and hurriedly work on undoing his belt, not saying a word. I look up at him through my lashes and he’s watching me intently. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and squeezes, letting me know what he wants. Once his belt is undone I push his pants and underwear down and his cock springs free and hits his abdomen. My mouth waters at the sight, a sight I’ve been dreaming of for months.

I lean forward, wasting no time and lick up his length and he tips his head back with a low groan. I wrap my lips around his leaking tip and suck lightly, then spitting. I pull him into my mouth until he touches the back of my throat and I swallow around him, causing him to curse and tangle his fingers in my hair. He holds my head there for a moment and then let’s go, and I’m coming back up for air before going right back in. I flatten my tongue around him and the tip hits the back of my throat again, my nose meeting the skin of his waist.

“Fuck.” He hisses between his teeth. “If you keep doing that I’m not gonna last.” He moans with his head thrown back, looking at the ceiling. I pull back and take a breath through my nose before repeating the motions over and over, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of my throat until I gag and that’s when something snaps in him. He grabs my hair and twists it in around his fist, moving his hips so he’s fucking my mouth. I moan, causing a vibration to travel from my throat through his cock and then he’s pulling me off, a string of saliva falling out of my mouth. He grabs both sides of my face, pulling me to stand and kissing me with so much force it almost knocks me over completely. “Don’t wanna finish yet. Not done with you.” He mumbles against my lips before pressing them against mine again.

He pushes me down onto the bed and climbs over me. He wastes no time settling himself between my legs. He pulls my dress off over my head and throws it somewhere in the room. He brings his hands up to cup my breasts, and then he tweaks both of my nipples between his fingers, making my mouth drop open in a small, quiet moan escaping. Then, he’s dragging his cock through my folds and pushing into me slowly. I gasp as my back arches off the bed and he grabs my hips to hold me down. I almost forgot how much I missed this. His hips meet mine and his eyes flutter shut and he groans. I writhe under him, needing more and a whine escapes my throat.

“Please H, need you. Please, please.” I whisper. He leans down, bringing his lips to mine and kisses me slowly, his tongue dancing with mine. I moan into his mouth and he grins as he pulls away from me, resting his forehead on mine.

“No. Wanna go slow, missed this so much. Wanna feel every inch of you.” He mutters, rubbing his nose against mine. His eyes are dark, his pupils blown out. He trails little kisses down my skin, finally moving his hips slowly. I feel every drag of his thick cock against my walls and the sounds that leave my mouth are almost pornographic.

Savoring the moment doesn’t last long. He picks up his pace, his fingers gripping and digging into my hips so hard I’m sure there will be bruises left in their place. Quickly he pulls out of me and flips me over onto my belly. With his hands still on my hips he brings me up to my knees and pushes back into me, quickly pounding into me without remorse making me cry out.

“Oh god, Harry.” I whine and he tangles a hand in my hair, and yanking so my head lifts from the bed.

“Take me so well, baby. The only one who’s ever taken me so well.” He grits through his teeth, the sound of his hips snapping against my ass echoing through the room along with his demanding tone and me moaning his name over and over. I feel the familiar warmth traveling through my belly as he continues hitting the right spot deep inside me.

“I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.” I beg and his movements become sloppy. The familiarity of this scene gives me deja vu, back to a time when things were simple and all that mattered to us was each other. My brain is fuzzy, and I’m remembering the way he says my name through his gritted teeth and just thinking about it makes me feel euphoric.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Go ahead, cum all over my cock.” He demands. “Shit, Laine.” He growls through his teeth, as if he read my mind and saw my memories and knowing how my name dripping from his tongue gives me exactly what I need to send me over the edge.

“Oh, I’m cumming. Fuck, H.” I gasp, and the warmth blossoms at my center and I’m a moaning, whining mess, my walls fluttering around his cock. He groans and stills, and I feel his warmth inside of me, spurting into me and painting my walls with his cum. His hips stutter before pulling out of me and he sighs heavily as he topples onto the bed beside me.

I roll onto my back, my head lolling to the side and looking at Harry through hooded eyes. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing heavily through his nose, both of us coming down from our highs. And he’s perfect. In every way I remember. My eyes trail down his face to his tattooed chest, the butterfly rising and falling with each breath he’s chasing. The muscles in his arms that flex and relax when he runs his hand down his face…and he’s just so perfect…and I missed him, more than anything…and I still love him, more than anything.

Somewhere in the midst of this, the cloud that hangs over my sense of judgment begins to dissipate and I feel my heart sink to my stomach. Why was I here? The first time I’ve seen him in almost two years and we fucked like it was just a hookup? I was doing so well trying to forget everything about him. But this…this puts me right back at square one.

“I-um…I need…” I stutter, trailing off and scrambling out of his bed. I look around and try to find my underwear and my dress strewn across the room, but it’s dark and I can’t really see well.

“What are you doing?” He sits up, propping on his elbows and watching me with a raised brow.

“I need to go.” I say quietly, bending over and pickup up my underwear, then walking to the other side of the room and looking for my dress.

“Why? You can stay here. This was your place once upon a time, too.” He stands up and pulls his pants back on, walking over to me. I’m frantically looking for my clothes, my heart feeling like it’s beating out of my chest. When I still can’t find it, my breathing picks up rapidly and I’m standing there with my hands in my hair, completely nude, about to have a panic attack.

This is so pathetic.

“Hey, Laine. It’s okay. Take a deep breath.” Harry says quietly, and I feel his hand on my shoulder. I drop my chin to my chest and I bring my hand up to cover my eyes.

“We shouldn’t have done this.” I mutter between my palms, desperately trying to calm my brain.

You’re irrational. Run away from this like you have everything else. You’re so predictable.

“Why?” He asks like he doesn’t know. Like he forgot. I’m clenching my teeth, wincing because I’m already trying to push it out of my head. “Don’t leave. I want you to stay.” He says softly, his hand trailing down to my waist.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” I ask, nervously. He looks at me with a look of confusion, but doesn’t respond.

“Do you know where my dress is?” I ask, throwing up hands up in the air, gesturing around the room. I slip my underwear back on so I feel at least a little bit covered and he walks into his closet. He comes out with just one of his t-shirts and hands it to me. I slip it over my head. “Thanks but I can’t go home without pants on.” I mutter.

“Can we just talk?” He snaps at me, and I look at him and blink, not registering that he was growing impatient with me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did.”

“What is there to talk about, H?” I ask with a small sarcastic laugh. The nickname I always used for him slipping out like it’s an old habit recently rediscovered. I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the wall.

“Us. Please.” He begs and I sigh.

“There is no us. There hasn’t been for a long time.” I shoot back at him.

“Can I just say what I want to say and then you can decide what you want to do. Please just hear me out.” He asks and I hesitate for a second before agreeing. I’m not sure what he’s going to say, and I’m also not sure how I’m going to react. If I leave now, then what he said to me last time would be true. I’d just be running away like I always do. I give him a nod, letting him know that I’ll listen to whatever he has to say, and he steps closer to me.

He grabs my hand and leads me out of the bedroom and to the living room. He sits on one end of the couch and I sit on the other end facing him, bringing my knees to my chest and resting my chin on top of them, chewing on the inside of my lips nervously. He sighs and runs his hands through his hair.

“So…how have you been?” He asks, scratching his head and I furrow my eyebrows together.

“Really? Small talk?” I ask and he scoffs, shaking his head and looking away from me, averting his gaze to look out the large glass windows in front of us that overlook the city. This was always my favorite room. He stands and walks over to them, leaning his shoulder against them.

“I don’t know what to say. I thought I had it all planned out…what I was going to say if I ever got the chance…and now, I just…” he trails off, shaking his head again and sighing. “I never stopped loving you, Laine. Not even when I was being a fuck up, I think I just forgot…and then I got blindsided by the attention I was getting and I screwed up. But that was never an excuse to treat you the way that I did. I never apologized, and I sincerely am so sorry.” He says, glancing over at me. “If you don’t believe me, I understand. I just wanted you to know that I still love you. I think about you every single day.”

“I wanted to know that you loved me back then, too.” I whisper, hurt lacing my tone. “That’s all I ever wanted.” I close my eyes and try to control my breathing before I let my emotions talk for me. “I gave you everything, every piece of me, waiting for you to love me. I don’t have anything left to give. I’ve been trying not to think about the last words you ever said to me every single day for the past 19 months. It keeps me up every night and eats away at my thoughts, knowing that that was the way you thought of me at the end of our relationship, and using things I told you in confidence against me. When it was never me fucking anything up, it was you…and that hurt me. You said I was irrational for wanting to leave after I saw you with another girl pushed up against a wall, kissing all over her neck.” I stated, bringing back the memory of the night I left. He winces.

“I know, Laine. Fuck, I am so sorry. I would do anything to prove to you that I’m just so fucking sorry.” He strides over to where I sit on the couch and drops to his knees in front of me, pulling my hands into his. “At first, I tried to forget you. I couldn’t. You were in my dreams every single night. When I was with anyone else for the past five hundred ninety-seven days, all I ever did was compare them to you. They were never you.” He holds my hands against his chest. “It’s always been you. I am so sorry I didn’t realize that sooner. I should have fixed us instead of letting you leave.” His voice cracks on the last few words and he’s searching my eyes for any indication of my feelings. “When I saw you tonight, I knew. I’ve been begging to any god that was listening for a sign and then, there you were, and I just knew. It’ll always be you. I don’t want it to be anyone else.”

“Harry, I just…” I trail off, both sides of my feelings fighting each other in my brain. On one hand, this is everything I ever wanted him to say to me. On the other hand, I’m unsure if I can trust him, no matter how sincere his words sound. I look at him, here in front of me on his knees, and I feel the tears stinging the corners of my eyes. “All I ever wanted was you, and you betrayed my trust. How can I trust you again?” I ask.

“I’ll do anything.” He answers quickly. “I will work for the rest of my life to prove that you can trust me. I’m not the same person I was then.” He squeezes my hands. “I know my words aren’t enough, but I promise I will prove them to you. I know I was selfish then. I’m not anymore.” He shakes his head, looking into my eyes. I feel a single tear escape down my face, and he lets go of one of my hands to cradle my cheek and wipe it away. “I just want you to come back to me, baby. Please.” He whispers, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing my knuckles, his eyes closing and taking in a deep breath.

I’m silent for a moment. I know he’s waiting for a response. I know he won’t pressure me if I say no…he’ll let me walk away if I really wanted to, and I think that’s what he’s expecting. The thing is, I don’t want to. I don’t want to run away this time. I’m so tired of running…running from my thoughts, my feelings, from everything. I remember all of the good. Writing with him, playing board games with him, going to events with him, the way he used to stroke my hair in bed every morning, the way he would come up with silly songs to make me feel better when I was having a bad day, the way we would dance in the kitchen while we were making dinner together, the way he always made me laugh and knew the right words to say…and when I think about him, before everything came falling down, all I can think of is the good. Before I can think about it any further I decide to go with my gut.

“Okay.” I whisper. He lifts his head up to look at me, his eyes glistening.

“What?” He looks at me with an expression of disbelief on his face.

“I said okay.” I take my hands from his and grab his face, pulling him closer so I can kiss him. Our lips meet and it’s like everything fell right back into place. After a few seconds, I pull away, touching my forehead to his. “I never want it to be anyone else, either.”

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ahhh!! i’m so excited to post this. I think i’m going to write more of their story, like how they met and things leading up to the break up. idk though!!! i hope you enjoy. 🥹 it’s not my best work but i still just love them so much. <3

#harry styles blurb #harry styles x fmc #famous!harry #harry styles #harry styles fic #thisloveleftapermaentmark #taylor swift #this love #harry #styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles au

[osamusriceballs]

Birthday surprise

Hinata x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,3 k

Warnings: A bit NSFW

About: You have a nice birthday surprise for your boyfie~

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved human tangerine. I love him so much and I wish him the bestest birthday ever~

"Shoyo, what are you doing there? You need to get ready."

"Oh, sorry, I'm coming. I was just checking my phone. I got a message from y/n."

Hinata freezes.

A state that is almost unnatural for him. It is indeed a message from you - or rather a picture. With you in it. Barely clothed, wearing only white underwear and orange stockings - as bright as his hair. No words added, just you laying there seductively on his bed in lingerie, presenting your body to the camera in a way that makes all his blood rush south.

Holy... he instantly darkens the screen, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if someone looked at his phone. And indeed, he faces an equally stunned Atsumu, whose eyes are still fixated on Hinata's darkened screen. A few seconds pass and neither of them moves. The only sounds right now come from their teammates who have already started their training. Until Hinata's screen gives up and turns fully black.

"Uhm..." Atsumu awkwardly coughs and looks away, a faint tint of pink on his cheeks. "I guess you're going to have a fun birthday night, Shoyo-kun."

It's impossible for Hinata's face to turn even redder at this point. Even his ears are burning, and he laughs awkwardly to mask his inner panic. "What makes you think that?"

Atsumu's face drops, and Hinata internally wishes to sink into the ground for saying something as stupid as that. Why did he focus more on this instead of just changing the topic? "Do you really want me to say it out loud?" A slight grin now forms on Atsumu's face, and Hinata regrets speaking even more. Damn, he regrets ever learning how to speak at all.

"Please don't-"

"Don't sweat it, Shoyo-kun. I'd be happy to have a girl like y/n send pictures like that. Do you think I'll ever find someone who wears hot stuff in my hair color? Maybe I should go back to black. I like that whole black and lacy stuff, but then I'd look like that ugly shithead Samu. Or red. Red's hot too. I don't know if I'd look good in red. What do you mean, Shoyo-kun?"

While Atsumu is busy rambling, Hinata quickly takes his phone and buries it in his bag. He'll take the time to look at the picture during their break. Probably take his phone with him to the restroom to have a proper look. But even the short glimpse he just had is enough to get him riled up and longing for you. Longing to touch you, to feel the soft fabric and your even softer skin under his fingers. He wants to properly thank you for wearing this set just for him and to hear you softly say his name after he kisses you. He knows he won't be able to focus now because of you.

"Shoyo? Are you listening?" The sudden snarl of the blonde in front of him makes him perk up his head, his cheeks still incredibly warm and red.

"Oh, sure, Miya-san. Red is a nice color."

Atsumu blankly stares at him, and Hinata wonders how long he zoned out. He only faintly remembers Atsumu talking about hair colors. "Yer hopeless."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't. And don't ya dare to let my good sets go to waste today. I'll make ya regret it, Shoyo-kun."

Hinata nervously smiles and quickly jogs to the court, ignoring Atsumu right behind him and hoping that he'll forget what he saw. After all, that picture was only meant for his eyes and his eyes alone.

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"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

The stress in Hinata's voice is evident. You don't know if you have ever heard him so depressed before.

"The picture you sent me," he starts, and the blood drains from your face. Your fingers clutch around the phone in your hand tightly, and you involuntarily press the device harder against your ear.

"Did you not like it? I'm sorry, I'll just delete it. We can pretend it never happened. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You nervously fidget with the hem of the straps, mentally burning the damn lingerie in a bonfire.

"What? No, no! Don't delete that picture. I've been hard ever since I saw it. I love it."

Your cheeks warm at his sudden confession and the way he casually tells you something explicit. He probably doesn't even realize how hot he sounds.

"It's just... when I opened it, Miya-san was right behind me. He saw it too. I'm so sorry. I know that you trust me, and I don't want to break your trust. Can you forgive me? I would never show these kinds of pictures to my friends. Please believe me!"

It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what he's telling you.

"Baby? Are you still here? Please say something. I didn't- please-"

"Shoyo, it's fine. It's okay. I still trust you. I should have told you that you need to look at the picture in private. I don't mind." You smile at his concern, at the way he's always trying to make everything right, to be the perfect boyfriend. But that sometimes puts a lot of stress on him.

"You know that I love you, right? That won't change a thing. And I'm pretty sure that Miya-san will never mention it, especially not in front of me. Deep down, he's actually very considerate and nice, even though he doesn't often show that side."

The exhale of relief on the other side makes you smile a little, and you're glad that he feels better now.

"I love you too, y/n. Thank you. Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me."

"Hey, it's your birthday after all. I can't be mad at my birthday boy. And, um... I've got some more pictures if you want to see them? I even made a short video of me... um... doing things." You feverishly blush at the end of your words, now clutching the sheets underneath your hand while you wait for his answer.

Hinata's tone is more dark and serious when he answers, and damn, it's always so hot to hear him talk like this. "What kind of things? I think I need to know before you send something. You have to be very specific."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a slight shiver runs down your body. "I... touched myself. I thought about how you'd do it and touched my breasts, and then rubbed my... clit." You're proud of how steady these words come from you, and he releases a deep breath before he answers.

"Oh? What a good girl you are for me. How about you send me those pictures and videos, and I'll send you some in return? Show you what you do to me. And when I'm home, I want you to show me everything you did again. I need to see if you're properly touching yourself for me when I'm not there. Understand, baby?"

You only manage to nod breathlessly, a soft hum escaping your lips at his words, and the tingling feeling between your legs starts to make your mind dizzy.

"Shoyo, when will you come home? I need you." You can basically hear how he runs his hand through his wild orange hair in frustration because he can't be with you right now.

"Just two more hours. Can you manage, baby? Can you prep yourself for me? And when I come home, I'll get my present, nice and wet for me?"

You nod your head and quickly gasp a "yes-" already anticipating the moment he will come home.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a good girl on my birthday. I have to go, but make sure to send me those pictures, okay? I'll see you soon."

"Okay, Shoyo. I love you."

"I love you more." You quickly select the pictures in your camera roll and press send, only to receive an immediate response consisting of three pictures showing the rock-hard bulge underneath his tight boxers while he has his shirt between his teeth to expose his chest. A quick message follows that almost makes you drop the phone.

"Can't wait to see you, baby."

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #hinata #hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #smut #hinata x reader #well #I might write a spicy part II #but that's it for now #I hope you enjoyed! <3 #I actually skipped classes today and decided to write this #don't judge me plsss <3

[bullet-prooflove]

Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz Masterlist

Mouse x Reader

Sunday Mornings With Mouse - Waking up with Mouse on Sunday Mornings.

Mouse & His Sobriety - Reflecting on Mouse’s soberity.

Mouse On Reading - What Mouse loves to read.

Living With Mouse - What it’s like living with Mouse.

Married To Mouse - What it’s like being married to Mouse.

Nightly Routine With Mouse - What is Mouse’s nightly routine?

Small Gifts - Mouse asks you out after receiving a gift from you.

Stolen Moments - Mouse sends a little time with his and your daughter.

Anything But Casual - Mouse admits his feelings for you aren’t casual.

Honeymoon With Mouse - What it’s like being on a honeymoon with Mouse.

Friday Nights With Mouse -  How you and Mouse spend Friday nights.

Working in Tech With Mouse - Two nerds get it together.

Dating Mouse and Being Jay’s Sister - Mouse frets about telling Jay.

Aggressive Guy In A Bar - How Mouse responds.

Neck Kisses (NSFW) - Mouse loves lazy Sundays.

How Long Have You Been Hiding This - Mouse challenges you about something you recieved in the post.

7 Months - Mouse comes home to discuss the future. - Companion piece to  How Long Have You Been Hiding This.

Shaking Hands - Mouse tries to hide his shaking hands.

Anal Sex (NSFW) - Mouse loves your ass.

Bad Day - You and Mouse both have a bad day.

Rainy Day with Mouse -  You draw Mouse as he sleeps.

Seen - Mouse helps you recover after you are injured.

Return On Investment - Greg points out the problem with the guys you’ve been dating.

Empathy - You are there for Mouse when he struggles with depression.

The First Time - Mouse knows there’s a reason you don’t talk about your first time.

Voice Mail - Mouse can’t face a life without you.

Suicidal!Mouse:

Falling - Mouse ODs on the beach.

A Safe Place - You return to the place where Mouse commited suicide. 

Series:

Placeholder - You don’t love your boyfriend and Mouse knows it.

Placeholder Part Two: Promises (NSFW) - Mouse comforts you during your break up.

PTSD!Mouse - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series (Completed)

Part One: Night Terrors - Mouse experiances night terrors as part of his PTSD.

Part Two: Making Plans - Mouse and you make plans.

Part Three: Reflection - Jay Halstead - Jay isn’t sure a relationship is a good idea.

Part Four: Coming Clean - Mouse comes clean.

Part Five: No Pressure - Mouse walks you home.

Part Six: Self Care - Greg Gerwitz  (NSFW) - Mouse has an experiance he hasn’t had in a long time.

Part Seven: Lucky - Mouse can’t believe how lucky he is.

Part Eight: Home - Mouse and you have the perfect first date.

Part Nine: Baby… - (NSFW) You give yourself over to Mouse.

Part Ten: His - The Morning After

Five Sentence Series: Addict!Mouse

stay up all night all alone waiting by the phone?

Holding on through, every night

I thought that I was the exception I could rewrite your addiction

“Well how the hell was I supposed to know that?

Thrashing the covers off

I was losing my mind

THOTS:

Fun - Mouse loves the fun the two of you have.

Mouse’s NSFW Dirty Alphabet:

Alone Time

Bondage

Crying

Quiet

X Dressing

Yes Sir

Zones

Chats

Discussing Mouse’s previous OD - Erin Lindsey x Greg Gerwitz - Friendship

Discussing the kiss - Greg Gerwitz x Reader

Olinsky catching up with your Dad - Al Olinsky x Reader - Friendship

Discussing Mouse Dating - Jay Halstead x Greg Gerwi

#greg gerwitz imagine #greg mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz x reader #greg gerwitz #mouse gerwitz #mouse imagine #mouse x reader

[crissiebaby]

Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 9

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypermessing, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“Crissie…Hey, Crissie!”

With her eyes fluttering open, Crissie stretched out her sluggish limbs along Jane’s lounger and let out a big yawn. “Ten mo minutes,” she said as she rolled her side.

“Don’t ‘ten mo minutes’ me. The janitorial staff needs to lock up for the night so we gotta go,” said Codi in an authoritative tone, placing her hands on Crissie’s side to flip her back over.

Sticking out her lower lip, Crissie was bummed out to hear that Jane and Rebecca had seemingly left during her nap. “Why didn Jane and Miwth Webecca say goodbye?” she moped, feeling much like a Little who’d lost their Big in a superstore.

It wasn’t something she mentioned often but Crissie had some abandonment issues stemming from her childhood that still plagued her to this day. While she was sure Jane and Rebecca didn’t mean anything by it, she couldn’t help how her anxiety reacted to these situations. Codi’s presence usually helped to pacify those feelings, but her denial of their friendship at the CrissBaby Store left Crissie uncertain of how much comfort she should place in her roomie.

“Stopping being such a glum baby. You were sleeping so hard that they didn’t want to wake you up,” said Codi, tossing a candy cane onto Crissie’s lap, “They wanted to give you one of these. Apparently, Rebecca has a ton of them for when Christmas rolls around.”

The gift of candy was good enough to snap Crissie out of her depressive stupor. She instantly perked up as she began to unwrap the minty treat. Lapping her tongue up and down the red and white stick, she began to wonder what sort of fun activities she missed during her nap. Looking down at her diaper, it was obvious that Rebecca must’ve changed from her messy CrissBaby pamps into a pair of Bunny Hops while she was out. She giggled at the thought of Master catching her wearing a competitor’s brand. Sadly, she could also feel the metal chastity belt still in place, meaning that she’d have to anticipate a wealth of teasing the next time she and Jane chatted.

“Alright, you got your candy. Now let’s get going,” said Codi, her impatience rearing its ugly head. It was already weird enough being a stranger’s office when they were with her, even more so now that it was dark out and everyone else was gone. Holding up the key, she approached the door, keeping Crissie’s pocket dimension nursery in the forefront of her mind.

However, before Codi could insert the teleport key into the nearby lock, Crissie caught sight of something very interesting. As it turned out, she wasn’t the only one wearing a pair of Bunny Hops. “Hehehe, hey Codi. Did you enjoy your changie from Miwth Webecca?” she said, causing Codi to stop dead in her tracks. While Codi remained silent, her body language was more than enough to egg on Crissie’s teasing further, “Ooooh! You did, didn’t you?! I bet they were delighted to see the buzzy surprise you were hiding inside.”

Frozen in place, Codi’s face burned bright red as she thought back to what happened while Crissie was asleep. Her only relief came from the fact that Crissie wasn’t conscious at the time to tease her about what happened…

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*bzzzzzzzzzzzz*

Pushing aside the items on her desk, Jane was more than happy to provide a safe landing zone for Codi’s squirmy booty. “Up, up, up! Miwth Webecca’s gonna get you all changed!” said Jane, snickering as she easily pinned Codi’s arms back. Despite how much bigger the girl was than her, she was surprised by how incredibly light and weak Codi was, almost as if she had no bones or muscle whatsoever.

While Jane could only speculate, Codi knew it to be an absolute fact. If she melted into her slime form, she could easily escape Jane’s clutches. Unfortunately, that would require revealing her true nature to two of Crissie’s friends, something she wasn’t willing to do. Like it or not, her refusal to transform left her at the mercy of the dominant Big and her shorty Little.

Placing a hand on Codi’s rumbly diaper, Rebecca's devious smile only grew. “Awww, baby girl! You didn’t have to play over here all by yourself,” she teased as she placed a gentle hand on Codi’s cheek, “Now, tell me, Codi, do you want me to continue, or do you just want a quick change?” She wiggled her hand a little, letting Codi know in explicit terms what “continuing” would entail.

Biting her lip, Codi knew what she wanted. Despite the fact that she lived with the horniest baby girl alive in Crissie, she’d never let anyone massage her diaper, dry or wet. It wasn’t that she didn’t want her to. It was just that she knew Crissie would dial up the humiliation to 11 if she ever asked. With Miss Rebecca, though, she wouldn’t have to live with her 24/7 after this was all over. Plus, Crissie would be none the wiser. Reluctantly, she nodded her head and said, “I-Is it bad that I want you to continue?”

Flashing a smile that would put the Big Bad Wolf to shame, Rebecca was more than happy to oblige as she began to knead at the front of Codi’s diaper like a mound of fresh dough. “Not at all, baby girl,” cooed Rebecca, causing Codi to look away, far too embarrassed to keep eye contact. This only made Codi cuter in Rebecca’s eyes, “You shouldn’t hold yourself back so much from what you want, ya know? That kind of repression is not good for the psyche.”

It was at this point that Codi remembered she was currently sandwiched between two therapists, each with enough experience to read her like an open book. “C-Can we not do the therapy session…while you’re…doing this?” she pleaded, allowing a brief moan to escape her lips.

“Sorry, it's a knee-jerk reaction at this point,” said Rebecca, deciding not to press any further. The last thing she wanted was for Codi to feel pressured and ask to stop. Instead, she turned her focus toward making sure Codi had the best time possible, “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure to get you changed before Crissie wakes up. This’ll be our little secret.”

How did Rebecca know that she didn’t want Crissie to find out? Was she really that easy to predict? As Codi stared into Rebecca’s comforting eyes, she felt as though her mind was being read in real-time. Were all therapists like this?! At least she could take solace in knowing that Crissie would be none the wiser to her playtime with Miss Rebecca and Jane.

Speaking of Jane, the mischievous Little snickered as she picked up the remote controlling the egg vibrator in Codi’s diaper and began to alter the settings, increasing the speed as well as changing up the pattern of vibrations. The results of her edits were instantaneous.

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” moaned Codi, panting as her hips bucked back and forth beneath Rebecca’s hand. She shouldn’t be doing this and she knew it. These were practically complete strangers. And yet, it felt so amazing to let them have their way with her. Her eyes went cross and her toes curled inward as she experienced her first of what she hoped to be many orgasms.

As Codi’s body began to come down from its euphoric peak, Miss Rebecca was there to make sure the pleasure she was feeling didn’t die down in the slightest. “Go on, CodiBaby, fill your diaper with…purple?”

Codi’s eyes suddenly went wide as she sat up and pushed Rebecca away from her. Looking down at her diaper, it was plain as day that her ejaculate was a light shade of violet. “I-I’m sorry,” she said, tugging on her dress to hide her goo-soaked diaper.

“Hey, hey, there’s no need to be sorry. Does this…discoloration happen often?” asked Rebecca, placing a comforting hand on Codi’s shoulder. Sure, it was a little bizarre to see someone cumming purple, but so long as it wasn’t harming her, it wasn’t really a big deal.

Codi wasn’t sure how to respond to Rebecca’s question. She could tell her what the purple goo really was, but what if she freaked out over meeting what to her would be an actual alien from outer space? She decided it would be better to come up with a quick fib and keep her explanation simple, “I-It’s always been like that. Every time I cum, it comes out purple,” she said, technically not saying anything that was actually a lie.

“Well, that’s…definitely interesting,” said Jane, hopping up onto her desk and parking herself next to Codi, “Crissie certainly has a way of finding interesting friends, doesn’t she?”

Shaking her head, Codi refused Jane’s assessment, “We’re not really friends, per se. We just wound up stuck together as roommates. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Master blocking my portal powers in this timeline, I’d have already left.”

Rebecca and Jane both make eye contact with each other over Codi’s troubling comment. “Does Crissie know this is how you feel?” probed Jane, knowing without certainty that Crissie had referred to Codi as her “bestie” on several occasions over Discord.

Shrugging her shoulders, Codi had never really considered how Crissie felt about their relationship. She’d always assumed Crissie put up with her because she wasn’t able to leave. “Dunno, but I’m sure she can’t wait to have the nursery to herself again,” she said dismissively.

Patting Codi on the back, Rebecca decided to halt Codi’s line of questioning for today. It was clear as day that Codi's body language was telling a far different story than her mouth was, and she'd figure that out on her own eventually. Instead, she decided to focus her efforts on providing future aid. Reaching into the back pocket of her slacks, she pulled out a business card and handed it to Codi. “Listen, if you want someone to talk to in confidence, feel free to contact me anytime and we’ll set you up with an appointment, okay?” she said, her chameleon-esque smile shifting to express her warmth and gentleness, “Now, why don’t we get you and your roommate all cleaned up.”

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“Hehehehe, c’mooooooooon! I wanna know what happened,” begged Crissie as she bounced up and down next to Codi, hoping her theatrics would guilt her into spilling that tea.

Sadly, unlike Jane, no amount of begging would get Codi to crack. “For the last time, no! You’ll just have to use that all-powerful imagination you’re always bragging about,” she said, nudging Crissie’s hands off of her arm as she moved to place the teleport key in the lock on Jane’s door.

However, just as Codi was about to get them on the path back to Crissie’s nursery, Crissie jumped in front of her and snatched the key from her hand, “Tell me or…or…or the next round of Double Diaper Dare will be in the naughtiest place I can think of!” she threatened, waving the key in front of Codi’s face tauntingly.

Scoffing, Codi stepped back and mockingly gestured to the door. After what she’d just gone through with Jane and Rebecca, nothing Crissie had up her sleeve could scare her at this point. “Do your worst. I’m not telling you jackshit,” she said spitefully, relishing in Crissie’s despair.

“Fine then! Whatever! I didn’t wanna know anyway,” said Crissie, turning her back to Codi in a huff as she placed the key into the lock and twisted it. If Codi wouldn’t spill the naughty stories of her time with Miss Rebecca, then she’d just have to make some new stories with Codi instead.

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[kookies2000]

Whenever I go into some Dreamworks Trolls fan art or fan fics, there's always one person who is surprised that Trolls has a fandom. Yes, we do have one. It's small but enough to feed us. And it's only getting bigger. Why is there a fandom? How is this fandom still going?

Least Problematic Fandom

"But we're not all the same........ Denying our differences is denying who we really are."

The 2nd film had a really deep message for a movie aimed at babies. Going against "we're all the same" message. And telling instead that differences do matter, our culture matters, our lives matter, the way we look matters and that's beautiful. When we accept that we're different and not forcing anything on each other, we can live in harmony. This lesson is what the fandom is built on.

The moment someone takes a look into this fandom, we welcome them with cupcakes, sweets, and warm hugs. The entire fandom is the least problematic one I've ever been in. Never been in a fight, always complimenting each other and just being at peace. We never had ship wars as far as I know. We're all just having fun by putting every character with every character on a ship. I've seen people who are Christians in the fandom have zero problems with the LGBT+ community. Yes, we exist, and we're in the Trolls fandom for some reason. 😂 No one ever fought on what color skin we made the Trolls when we humanized them. Mostly because if anyone drew the Funk Trolls as white, we just walked past them without giving them attention. Or just point out that they are black coded, and that's it.

It's just peaceful here in this fandom. This fandom really helped me out mentally and emotionally. Because a lot of people in the fandom also faced some form of abuse or depression. We saw the 1st film, and it just felt like a warm hug while someone sung a lullaby to calm us down.

In summery, the fandom is filled with people who understand pain and empathy. The franchise created a safe zone for us to heal and relax.

Artists

The moment an artist takes a look in here, they get hypnotized by all the color pallets they can use. You can be pastel like the Pop Trolls. Emo, goth, punk with the Rock Trolls. Play with lighting with the Tech Trolls. Ect. All the cutesy and marshmallow like characters they can create. Or turn into some darker AU. The anatomy is too cute to not try to mimic or create in your own style. The world building and the endless number of worlds that they can create. You can create your own kingdom based on your favorite type of music. You can create the way your troll/charaters will look like based on your music. If you want to practice on mirrors and reflective surfaces, you have the Funk Kingdom to draw. Want to do glitter? The desert is pure glitter for sand. The Country Trolls live in a town made of yarn. The pop trolls have a waterfall made of streamers. This is endless creativity for artists. I've seen artists come into our fandom and use the characters and world as practice before moving on to the next fandom. But they always come back for more practice or just to hang out.

Also, the thought of making a troll mixed in with different tribes is pretty cool. As in, what if a Rock Troll and Classical troll had a kid? Goth like angle? A little punk looking guy with angelic and glittery wings?

Writing

I can relate to this one. Again, the world building is endless. You can create your own kingdom based on your favorite music. You can create your own rules, your citizens' behavior, and how this kingdom works. The fun part is creating your own royal family.

But the AUs are where it's at. I created a lot of Fairytale AUs as a teen using the characters because they just worked well. My very first was a Tangled AU with Poppy as Rupunzel and Branch as Flynn. I made the nose joke work by making the kingdom mess up Branches colors. An inside joke with in the fandom. The franchise just gives off a lot of fairytale vibes.

When the 1st film came out, the characters each had their own story. Which was cool and gave writers ideas on what to write. And I loved to humanize them because I liked the thought of Fuzzbert being def or mute because he can't talk clearly as a troll.

Not to mention, I can create an AU where the Trolls or humanized versions of them live in a world where segregation is an issue. Which 100% fits the franchise because in the 2nd film, every tribe is supposed to be a different culture. In other words, a different race. And the Trolls would separate themselves out of fear that the Pop tribe would try to colonize them and take away their culture.

There are just a lot of concepts you can use in this fandom.

Music

Let's keep this short because this post is long enough. People have openly said they don't like the movies, but they still watch it for the music. Seriously, listen to the soundtracks. They have musical artists, new ones like K-pop bands, and legends like Mary Jane Blige. The songs have a deeper meaning when you watch the film, too. Baiscally, candy for the ears.

Aesthetic

Lastly, people just like it for eye candy. The 80s aesthetic I'm the 1st film appealed to a lot. And the 2nd movie introduced more by bringing in Rock Trolls and their darker and punk like aesthetic. People fell in love with the Tech Trolls for their designs and the fact they live in an underwater kingdom that glows. It's just pure eye candy and pleasing to look at.

So yeah!

These are the reasons why our fandom is a thing and still thriving. We're super excited for the 3rd film and can't wait for more world building and new characters.

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[phantomskeep]

Chapter Breakdown: Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral" C3

HIHIHIHI!! I'm going to be breaking down some parts of my Dead on Main fic's, Putting the "Fun" Back in "Funeral", third chapter. This one was a doozy to write and I kind of wanted to break it down and put out my thought process behind a few things? It seemed like fun and honestly I need a writing warm-up haha.

Anyways, onto Chapter Three: Emotional Constipation has Never Been Easier!

This chapter opens up with Danny zooming out of the Ghost Zone and into his home dimension. It has a scene where he's flying above the cloudbed before dropping down past the storm clouds in a way that is vaguely reminiscent of skydiving, or jumping off of buildings (in like a heroic way nOT IN LIKE A IM GOING SIX FEET UNDER WAY). "Phantom, why did you put this in here?" Well, I wanted to give a little nod to "Into the Spider-verse"! This story has some of the same themes - a superhero coming of age while traveling across dimensions. Having Danny give gravity the middle finger was one way I knew I could sneak that little hint in there, and I think it turned out pretty well! The storm, on the other hand, was just written in there because while I was writing the chapter a thunderstorm was brewing. There was a lot of dramatic lightning flashes and I thought it would be visually appealing (readingly appealing??) to slap that in there!

"Wow Phantom, Danny had a very depressing childhood!" Yeah, yeah he did. This is a bit of a coming of age fic combined with a slowburn romance and healing fic. Danny's childhood wasn't easy - something that IS canon - and having him actually have to think about how his parents failed him helps brew the distrust Danny has in them. The idea of "knowledge is power" combined with how they act equals Danny expecting failure on their part. He has come to fully believe his parents don't care about him or Jazz. "... not noticing their greatest failure hovering in front of their greatest success" Danny thinks he is his parent's greatest failure, despite him literally dying in order to get their "greatest success" to actually work. It's a simple truth, thought maybe a bit misguided, that Danny values in his life. Showing that Danny has been hurt by his parents' inventions, neglect, and actions just drive this deeper.

"Is Danny immortal?" Wellllll yes but no but yes. Danny can still be killed, don't get me wrong, but he's going to be aging at a slower rate. This is brought up in C3 during Danny's talk with his Ghostly Therapy support group - and something that will be brought up again. Accepting the fact that Danny, who has strong ties to the Human and Ghost worlds, will outlive at least one side of himself is something he struggles with. This is a large part of the "coming of age" story arc.

"Jason and Dick have such a great relationship, but he seems to have some issues with the rest of the Batfam, what gives?" Well! When I was growing up I was able to read some of the original Batman and Detective comics - meaning my first impression of Jason was that he was a redheaded circus boy. In those comics Dick was actually able to pass down the Robin mantle himself, Bruce was emotionally competent, and the three of them had a great relationship. With that in mind, I love to see Dick and Jason actually be brothers. They're my favorite duo AND they have a great parallel to Danny. Pulling from the "greatest failure and greatest success" vibes from Danny's thoughts on his parents plus the portal, if you compare that to Robin #1 and #2, you have Bruce's greatest success (Dick, who is a strong leader, good sibling, and manages to VERY RARELY act out in mindless anger) and compare that to his greatest failure (Jason, who he wasn't able to save, who he thought killed a man, who died only to come back so much differently) it draws a wonderful parallel of life and death. In like a vague way. But! Jason needs someone in his corner and Dick is that man. Because we're going old school, baby!

"Jason's POV was very short this chapter" Yup, it was. The main point of Jason's POV was to show that he was okay after being all loopy and that his relationship with Dick's is different than what is the current DC canon. I did this over Thai food and dragon movies for uh... totally no reason. Whatsoever. No foreshadowing and plot thickening here. Just... happy dragons, happy boys, and comfort food :)

"What's up with Danny's outfit change?" Legit I just gave him the kingly outfit for plot reasons. It'll be important later on - trust me - but for now accept that he's a cute little starboy. I have some concept pictures in regards to why I chose what I did, but unfortunately it's kind of spoiler-y :(

"Wow! The Ghost Zone is really changing!" It is!! Many people pointed out in C1 how Danny's coronation carried weight to it, how you all could tell it was important. And it was, and the GZ changing is just showing more of that weight. I've pretty much spent the past three chapters laying together the groundwork and foreshadowing to just what being the Ghost King means to Danny. Part of that is healing the GZ and making it better for his people. The Keep changing (and wow I love being able to name-drop myself in my fics) is only a small part of the reconstruction the GZ is going under. It's great and I'm super excited!!

"Why did you mention the tapestries?" WELL, if you follow me on this hellsite you might remember a post I made a while ago about spending hours creating a political atmosphere for the GZ! The tapestry is hinting at the politics behind the dead, important plot points in the future, and why the Realm is changing. I want you guys to be able to keep reading this fic and have an "oh!" moment where you put the pieces together.

"Oh my god Danny's rich" - said by Faust/Aerois, my lovely beta. Yes, Danny is rich. In my opinion there's already enough fics out there where Danny has to survive on the streets which is something I'm not really looking to do on here. It's also a plotpoint! Keep in mind that Danny's got that great amount of wealth :)

"I love the line Goin' Gotham" SAME THO! It's also me being sneaky and referencing the collection "Going Gotham" on AO3, which is full of DPxDC fics that I love. Also Danny is a dork and he would totally say that because he is a dumb little babyman and I love him.

Anyways, that's it for the chapter breakdown! I'm hoping to do more of these in the future though I can't say I will be doing them for every chapter I post. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter and the breakdown :D

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[solarvh]

since its AU day of epithet week, I wanna post an AU we made a while ago. It's a swap AU but like different from Epithet Swap i swear. It would be apt to call it something like an anime campaign swap but its not really that either since all the character changes carry over from epithet? It's a weird grey zone between anime campaign and epithet erased so I decided to name it Sugar Cookie Shuffle. yknow because the working title for epithet erased was Sugar Cookie Jazz, which is kinda like an in between of anime campaign and epithet erased.

ok so Sugar Cookie Shuffle is a swap AU that swaps:

Molly and Lorelai Calliope and Martin Giovanni and Rick Sylvie and Mera Indus and Moot Percy and Howie Ramsey and Zora Trixie and Feenie Charles and Guile Dan Gansley and Don Infusio Naven and Yoomtah

lets go over each of these in no particular order

Zora and Ramsey Zora is gonna stay a cowboy but is now an Only Sane Man archetype, the combination of which is extremely funny. Ramsey is now a Suit Villain, which means he's gonna always look like this and thats cool as fuck because LOOK AT HIM

epithet swapped made ramsey into a cowboy and made zora into not a cowboy and that is a travesty. Ramsey is basically built to be a Suit Villain. also suits are cool and hot and i love them.

in place of turning Bugsly into a baby, Ramsey just fucking turns Arnold to gold.

Sylvie and Mera in anime campaign, sylvie had a murderous hatred of mera and mera did not give a single shit about him. That dynamic is good actually. In Sugar Cookie Shuffle, Sylvester Ashling is a genius with intense narcolepsy caused by his epithet. He slept through 60% of university and only barely failed to get a doctorate. He's very salty about that and wants to get the Arsene Amulet to research it but also blah blah blah Mera backstory also since beefton was awake when sylvie was asleep, he's just as much of a genius as his waking self. Just more prone to destruction because its fun.

Mera is physician who wants to research epithets' passive effects on biological processes. has a Napoleon complex. slightly just kinda pathetic.

Indus and Moot Moot is Sylvie's bodyguard to protect/hide him whenever he falls asleep due to narcolpsy. also to protect the people around him because he passively turns his dreams real and like doctor beefton and whatnot. She's also looking for her brother Indus because blah blah blah Indus backstory

Indus is edgy now. His barriers have spikes because hes edgy.

Guile and Charles Guile just can't keep friends because he always feels the urge to shoot them.

Charles is on the Gaslight gatekeep girlboss grind and intentionally gets into relationships and then emotionally destroys them Like in AC, they still manage to have a good friendship despite all the issues with themselves. Charles has a soft spot for utterly hopeless people and that's how she stays friends with Guile and Mera.

Molly and Lorelai + Calliope and Martin Martin dies in this one instead of Calliope Molly is better about it. Lorelai is worse about it. (blyndeffswap AU is basically this premise but done well) Calliope and Martin balance each other out so instead of Martin's braindead idiocy an Molly having to do everything, its Calliope's breakneck efficiency and Lorelai not being able to keep up. to parallel Molly being depressing and cynical, Lorelai is like monumentally morbid. She has creation powers and uses them in the most fucked up ways possible. "My parents are ghosts! DEAD GHOSTS! Feel bad now?" "My dads a ghost! Look here he is!" Makes a fucked up dad ghost "hiiii lorrieeeee"

Phoenica and Trixie Trixie Roughhouse is from a line of dastardly sorcerers, villains, and knaves. also Trixie is also constantly haunted by ghosts and stuff. Phoenica's still rich but like uhhh. idk ok?

(on the topic of neo trio and lorelai i genuinely dont know what ages they should be. like should molly and lorelai switch ages? should the neo trio stay with molly or should they be lorelai's friend group now? splitting the neo trio feels wrong and I cant't think of a good answer.)

Giovanni and Rick Rick likes friends and the boys are his friends. :) Giovanni uhh. Primordial... Soup? wait he's not ocean race uhh. Roughhouse family villainy? we worked on this AU over one night ok we can't flesh out every swap.

Percy and Howie obvious swap is obvious. we didn't really work on this much. instead of turning percy's sword into time death blade, ramsey turns howie's wrench to gold and manipulates it in mid air to make a magic boomerang.

Naven and Yoomtah obvious swap is obvious, we didn't really work on this much.

Dan Gansley and Don Infusio Dan Gansley and Don Infusio

link to spoiler add on

link to part 2

#epithet erased #anime campaign #epithet week #sugar cookie shuffle #i guess?

[spaceyflowers]

Hello Adrien!! I'm here for the reblog ask thing!!❤❤

1. What is a song that you can go back and listen to no matter how many times you've listened to it? What is a song that never fails to put you in a good mood?

2. What's your favorite food/dessert?

3. What other series are you into?

4. This isn't really a question, it's more of a silly song game^^ put your music on shuffle and:

- the first song that comes up is your theme song if your life were a tv show

- the second song is your boss battle music

- the third song is the song that plays whenever something sad happens

- the fourth song is your villain era song

- the next song is what plays if you were in a horror movie

- the last song is how your favorite lookism character feels about you^^

hi li!! <3

1. i have so many songs like that T_T picking one tho, hm... i'd say prom dress by mxmtoon because it's a comfort song of mine that i resonate with ;_; (also very catchy <3) and a song that never fails to put me in a good mood is wear sunscreen by peach pyramid !! the lyrics and melody are so lovely and every time i listen to it i think, "wow.... love is real..." JSHFHSJD

2. fave food is spaghetti and fave dessert is strawberry cheescake !!

3. ever since i got really into lookism last spring, i've gotten sucked into webtoons and other series im into are weak hero, viral hit, and get schooled !! i also really enjoy horror/thriller webtoons, and am currently reading chasing tails and just finished escape room ★ (which was a 12/10 btw i recommend it so much to anyone who likes stuff that makes u wonder about human morals/philosophy)

4. ooh i love these kinds of games :]

theme song if my life were a show: oblivion by grimes - well...;; i've never gone thru the trauma this song describes but i guess the melancholy tone fits ? 😭 (not that im constantly sad but as a quiet introvert with no irl friends i really have that air of sadness around me 😭😭)

boss battle music: daijobanai/im not okay by perfume - the lyrics are sad but the song is a bop 😭😭😭 um. i hope i will be a fun boss fight for the fun music

song that plays when something sad happens: meant to be yours from heathers the musical - wow you'd think this would be my villain era song sjfhskdj it's... a sad-ish song tho ?? would still feel out of place in a sad scene tho;;

villain era song: dance, baby! by boy pablo - HELP.... my villain era is just me being sad my girl bff is dating a trash guy when i could treat her better 😔 (/lh i dont like the concept of friend-zones ;; but the angst of yearning for a dear friend while respectfully keeping your distance is 🤞💔)

horror movie song: i cant handle change by ROAR - holy shit why do i feel like this song would do SO well in a depressing horror movie, like at the end of the movie at a scene where everyone's dead except the main chara who's blaming themself for every life lost.. get me out of this horror movie bro 😭

how my fave lookism chara (sinu) feels about me: lover boy by phum viphurit - i was rlly nervous about this one BUT TELL ME WHY I ACTUALLY GOT SOMETHING SO GOOD AND FITTING??!!?! "LOVER BOY" SINU ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME IM GOING TO BRAINROT THIS ALL DAY (he doesnt seem like the type to doubt himself/have trust issues when it comes to love but oh well AGGWHEJJE)

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[themidnightcleric]

depersonalization/identity

idk man I could have been a theatre kid or a band kid or done photography club, or gotten into languages or been in dance corp or tried out for basketball or even hung out with the punks and gotten into hard drugs or I could have stayed Catholic and righteous and found a husband and pumped out a million babies before kms or found the gays and gotten into drag and had found family or became a nature nerd and gone to birding summer camp and joined fish n game or even gotten some loser boyfriend but I just .....sort of kept to myself in my room in the suburbs with intermissions of hiking or going out with friends who never felt like real friends

and it feels like my life has been this endless blank placeholder space of non belonging like I didn't even get heavy into video games or fanfic or drawing anime?????

I didn't do anything??????? besides read articles online and journal.

like I don't know how to reconcile the amount of alienation I feel from the entirety of humanity bc my entire life up til now has been eaten by severe demotivated depression and indecision/confusion I want to leave behind

like who just....doesnt do anything and hides like that? was it because I was homeschooled? am I coward? was it the autism? the emotional disturbance? dysphoria? am I narcissist?

I feel so incredibly broken and worried there's no way out now. I have to find something to do, some group to join. I mean I collected calendars for a bit and did ballet and basketball and hyperfocused on being a good Catholic but at the crucial point of every commitment I just stopped wanting to do it. I lose track of friends. No one feels quite real, or if they do I am terrified of letting them close enough to see that I'm just faking my humanity.

that's why the PDA label means something to me, the demand avoidance gives a name to the gaping question mark of WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?

I feel inhuman and underdeveloped and scared of being alone forever. I don't know how to get past this insecurity and avoidance. Covid and automommune flares make it worse w brain fog. Like I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT EVER. no I don't know the fucking Pokemon. No I don't remember high school. no I don't have a career. No I have never had a normal fun relationship, it's all been toxic or a fling.

I don't even really talk to my family. What do you say? Hi mom I don't even have a drug addiction I'm just floating again?

like I have lived in a nowhere dead zone of human existence for two decades. I don't exist. I wrote poetry comparing myself to Pluto, or calling myself an eraser. it was cringe and it remains cringe. I don't know what to tell you. I don't know how to become a person and make decisions. The only thing that's been consistent for my lifetime is heavy depression, and a dogged optimistic magical thinking that someday my life would just change, and begin, and I'd be someone with something to offer the world.

That's why I'm codependent. Trying to help or fix others is my addiction and the thing that brought me back to existence. Oh and scrolling online.

Giving that up, and trying to start my own life, I'm lost. I feel like my soul has been underwater somewhere on another planet.

Maybe I've conflated belonging with existing..that feels like a human thing to do. maybe the most human thing about me is the desire to belong even if it never worked out.

anyways I'm grieving all this and the abuse I put up with while dissociated, and it's like the ocean, I don't think it ends. This is the worst feeling and I don't know if it will ever leave me for good. It only ever lets up when someone holds me or massages my skin, bringing my body back into the sensory world, or in those brief moments of joyful imagination when I visualize someone loving me, or when a snake or frog crosses my path in the woods.

I should probably be institutionalized but I'm scared of that too.

what do I do to become real?

The last thing that I have hope for to help is top surgery.

all I want in this world is to be held, and cry until I can't cry anymore, and hear it will be okay, and maybe that its okay to let go now. to die or just give up trying to make anything of the past and it's pointless confusing misery.

#depersonlization #pda profile #autism #Depression #Trans #alters speak

[intobarbarians]

one of the appealing things about house and wilson’s relationship is that even though wilson is a people-pleasing doormat, he does bite back. he does routinely sink to the lows house pulls him down to, but he also breaks the surface, occasionally bringing house with him

i think a lot of romance can be so stagnant. not even just m/f romances, but gay romance in this modern era of representation. people think that your relationship must inevitably progress to marriage and babies and retirement to be real and legitimate, and while that’s not all bad, people often have a narrow idea of what kind of personality you need to have to accomplish those goals: namely, the personality of your parents.

house and wilson are dysfunctional people. separately, they’re a curmudgeon and a guy with depression who keeps getting divorced. with other people, house doesn’t compromise, and wilson compromises too much. together, they push each other from their comfort zones, for each other’s sake, yes, but also because it’s fucking funny.

putting aside all of the -isms and fuckery influencing what people find hot and kinky, i think there is something powerful about someone else knowing when to say fuck you to your boundaries. in real life, this happens all of the time and it sucks. people do it to hurt you, inconvenience you, demean you.

but a lot of us need help escaping from our self-imposed limitations. and it’s sexy to believe another person can know us so well that this outside force pushing us into a decision we’re not ready to make is correct.

i think that’s the appeal of house and wilson’s dynamic. because of you, i would have a job right now or not be facing jail time.

but because of you, i’m having fun. i’m feeling something. i am changed. i would have never seen the ocean without you. it wasn’t in me to do it alone.

#house md

[crystalelemental]

Hey DeNA?  Why is Hoenn so rough?  I initially wanted to do this as an F2P run and it was not working out at all.  Granted, I had a busy day and am really irritable because of it, so less inclined to be patient with it like I otherwise have to be, but what is actually up with some of these stages?

Drake went first because I’m a moron.  “Oh, Condition 1 buffs physical, sure, I’ll definitely use that against the Ground-type AoE spamming Dragon man over Glacia.”  Stupid.  Honestly, it’s because I was fixating on beating him first in general, and the F2P strat involved saving half time to sync for Silver to explode Glacia into powder so she was off the table.  But yeah, this was rough.  Earthquake spam is a rough time for the sides.  Thankfully, my Hail on entry overwrites his Sandstorm on entry, so Winter Rosa stocks are up, baby!  I just wish Summer Steven were a bit stronger.  He barely misses the KO on the sides with sync, it’s really depressing.

Okay.  Look.  Anyone who pays attention to my attempts to break down stages has probably noticed, I miss some details every time.  This is, in part, because I don’t read the tips.  It’s also because enemies have a billion passives and sometimes I don’t run into them, but also I refuse to read the tips.  I feel like I can piece together what’s happening on intuition and experience alone, and it’s worked out.  But since the x2 skills exist, and are apparently always listed in the tips, I decided hey, I’m willing to try that out.  So I read the tips this time!  And against Sidney, they recommended Bede for like...everything.  The damage, confuse rate, reflecting status, and most notably, reducing his special attack to weaken his special moves.  Sidney’s almost entirely physical.  I think I saw Water Pulse one time.  So the one and only time I read the tips for advice...they fucking lied to my face.  Never again.  Anyway, Valerie gets to be the star because I love her.  This was a constant disaster, he’s so stupidly strong on the physical end despite seeming to be specially inclined.  He gets +2 special but literally never uses special moves!  I don’t get it!  What’s the joke?!  I hate this fight so much!

Glacia was Fire-weak, which in my book means Serena time.  It’s been a while since I used Kimono Jasmine too.  All these F2P clears are fun for challenges, but bad for the soul, because it keeps me away from the premium favorites.  But it’s Jasmine time now, baby.  The rapid-buffing special defense meant we were unbreakable.  We took half HP as a condition, and took Blizzard to the face without flinching.  Chad.

Speaking of chads, here’s your semi-regular reminder that Anni Lillie is still the shit, even if her damage isn’t great.  I went into this like a moron, going about my business, before remembering after setting Ghost Zone that they already had half time to sync, and that I implemented -2 sync cooldown.  I just powered her up.  But did that matter at all?  Fuck no, Anni Lillie took that sync thanks to Healthy Benefits 5, and cleared the stage first try anyway.  Goth Gals remain undefeatable, and Anni Lillie cannot be killed from full HP.  God I love them.

Last up, it’s a Water-weak stage, which means base Kris time.  Aaron is the support as always, but this time I played stupid.  How stupid you ask?  Apparently, really stupid.  I forgot to uncheck -2 sync cooldown, which is ill-advised.  But it turns out, Steven’s pre-sync move is Screech.  Which is a move.  Which means it can be flinched.  Which means Winona saved their asses by nailing that desperation flinch, and allowing Kris to kick them apart Washington-style.  Fantastic finish to an otherwise irritating run.

Overall, I’m giving the Big Dick Challenge award to Drake.  That AoE spam was brutal.  I know it’s partially my fault for using Winter Rosa/Summer Steven in mid-2022, but I love them, and don’t have better Ice-type damage dealers than Steven.  Sidney was a pain in my ass, but only because of the lying bastard tips telling me he was specially-focused.  Absolute liars.  Never forgive.  I want to give the wussbag award to Phoebe because of how hard Anni Lillie owned her, but it feels a little unfair.  Steven, frankly, barely did damage.  I imagine it was supposed to be harder and we kinda just lucked out on his AI pattern, but he really was an easy clear that wasn’t overly threatening, and would’ve been less so had I remembered to adjust my parameters.

#pokemon masters #champion stadium

[smollobsession]

25.3.

I'm 40. damn bro.

I finished Mark's book about not giving a fuck and it was really good.

there was a part about death that i found most intriguing, saying that if death is inevitable you might as well live until it comes. which is true and something i've been struggling with since my mom died.

Idk now if I said it in the last post but I also finished Dan's book and it was so helpful, I really wish I could force my teens to read it. (lovingly)

i'm now listening to "because internet" which is a fun linguistic study of internet language.

today i finally made crepes on the crepe maker E gave me ages ago. depression had a hold on me so i couldn't try it for ages but finally i'm there! i need to buy milk and mineral water for good pancakes but the experiment was a success!

in pogo news, I did groudon and kyogre raids and ... got nothing special :D but raiding was fun :D annoying tho that it's obvious you just can't have certain pokemon on certain levels. i played with my secondary, much lower account, and it just wouldn't let me catch groudon, even tho i won 3 raids for it. boo.

This weekend was Intense.

On friday i had my korean lesson and then met up with F for Zone of Interest. It was a great movie, I was immersed in it to the point that I kinda forgot it wasn't present. I also couldn't help but draw parallels to gaza but apparently I'm not allowed to talk about that.

Satuday was raid day and then Sunday I went to the protest. This time I got a flag and I made it all the way to the end of the protest! (minus the dancing, i went home for that :D ) it was ok despite my horrific anxiety making my back hurt and some details I didn't like (a guy spilled a bag of flour to prove some point but like... why are you spilling food while pointing out people are staving pls.) it was quite interesting how I spent most of the day today trying to see myself in pics and vids of the protest and only found ONE pic. soothes my anxiety a little, knowing i'm invisible :D

i've been following exercises from here and i've been increasing the number and length, i'm pleased! My flat is currently fairly clean and things are mostly in their place. yay mental health? and on the note of mental health i'm working on my fic again slowly too.

I did end up buying all the currently published Mo Dao Zu Shi comics :D which is 5 :D oh well! I'm also going to get a in person local Korean teacher. It'll cost a bit but it's fine I hope. Meanwhile I tested spotify and i don't like it. the organization is sadly a mess. the main feature i miss is the ability to see all songs by an artist. without that, their whole app is useless to me. I watched cooking crush and it's a really good show, I recommend it to all my friends now :D even tho the asian parent thing... it's not for me. i'm too chill toward my family even for my culture.

I got tickets for a musical in april, which i'll see with a student. (and another student is in the musical!)

had some good talks with my therapist, mainly about whether or not i care about being fat. i combined this with a chapter from mark's book, and it's quite simple i think. do i care? somewhat. certainly some mobility is not as it should be and i def want to fix that part. but a lot of my feelings about my own body are from outside. and he talks about how wanting to be something isn't the same as wanting to do the work for it, and that's basically it. would i like to be skinny? sure. am i willing to do the work for it? ... not? really? at least not now.

anyway exams are approaching, the end of this career is approaching. i'm chewing on that but so far i haven't reached anything specific. i need to write an email to the company i'm gonna ask for help, so this is my reminder to do that tomorrow :D

happy skz day :D my babies are 6! <3

[scentedchildnacho]

Enduring legacy of poverty

I was gas lighted

I did do way more then I had to to meet people....art openings gardening groups online socializing.....meeting people in the clinic....helping people at bars

And there isn't in my life any sociability that can remove the genocidal factors that diminish the sustaining capability of rank and command systems

A bartender should technically be a superior officer as street prostitution is homogenetic and when people attack your superior and turn it's system into ineffectual babies then something is backward and riots are to be forced

They have money if superior only for the clinic

The harassment is so constant so bad that you have to riot here or there wont be anything

Superior people to me are such hospies you have to steal their dumpster you have to steal the tools to safeguard anything you have to steal from them here so they go to rehab if they call themselves that ineffectually homebound

Or they do all they can to ruin relationships with others so their income lowers if its money these days they are always this is worse then death people

And money use to be decent and sustainable to do the roads and other crises now though are so Kuwait sadam.....you can't look at people anymore or suggest any banking because it's all too enormous of a request from anyone....that would be asking her to go into a war zone to use the atm

Money use to be freedom from anomies and now the anomies coup and try to spread their violent disease everywhere

No I wouldn't riot in southern California....its all subtly specialized and the remodeling or very aged flats apartments is truly awful just terrible not worth stealing

To have to follow an artist politician is an oppressive thing and jail here turns people into irritating behaviourals......if I had to go to jail I could be turned into a psycho and it's not worth those humiliations called a Russian to have a flat like the really big boob queen

Well I'm sorry but the benefactor treats us all like children and gives way to much to physically disableds and depresses and kills his healthy children with excessive obligation

And baywatch was a show here if pam anderson writes raw then that is truly how horrible it is here

Shoreline compas i get checked out to join a militaristic quarantine that is more affluent but they also are too gender opposite me to join.....they want to stay very near their mother then there are women.....who scream hysterical curse words as executions at motherly figures

Dine their mothers were suppose to go to their birth fathers spiritual sisters.....

I mean it's your mother why would you go to near her late elderly stage diaper hygiene....that's those women they think they may touch their mother that incestually instead of give her to her company with natives

You can tell some of the apartment complex use to have a non mortgage capability like a Jewish community center.....but now they live in there in a Jewish place

So it's just awful here it all signs up to give its body parts to China with rents and bars

Fuckas that is all jobs is having to fuckas

So I think they are neo Nazis in some way because to join the nurse enlistment you have to take elderly people's property which turns the dance into Michael Jackson's thriller to emphasize the gentrification as having to be early ageing impoverishment of movement

There all like younger more attractive cosmetically people then me and they want to do thriller

Belief in a parallel universe is like really really emergent here

So I'm just like prayer of deliverance from incest wanting to come around

Sheila dikshit died......so freedom from new Delhi as centric was already done....the whole homeless project I went through was so new Delhi could leave no really the games were sent there go away

So that's good sheilas name an emphasis on how made fun of the gospel is allows people here to realize it wasn't all that emergent to be christian you can read the bible without offense

Sheila dikshit what is this emergent need to leave the gospel....

And that's dikshit died so period of unrest and then finally free from the games.....never ending stalking of job them and game them ....and find everything banal for Jerusalem.....

[kinetic-elaboration]

August 16: AHS 5x02 Chutes and Ladders

Went grocery shopping today and then watched AHS. These episodes are so long. They are too long. I mean, I know that AHS tends long in general and that's, like, fine, it's part of it, but this ep was 71 MINUTES without commercials. 71!! That's a very short movie.

And it's not just long, it's self-indulgently long. Like, I know we all sometimes feel when watching certain shows that it's really a shame they probably had to cut so much and hurry it along and blah those TV studios or whatever right? But honestly more often that not, now that I've seen a sufficient number of Netflix and streaming shows that don't have set episode lengths, I've come to the conclusion that at least 80% of the time the creators benefit from the enforced time limits. Sometimes having variable episode lengths, including longer ones, is nice and it allows for some creative episodes or some extra content but usually to me it just feels like... bloated and indulgent. Like the creators weren't asked to cut and so they didn't and so they never made any choices about anything and it's just all out there, a mess.

Anyway, this is both OT and sounds much harsher than my feelings. And is hypocritical because I never cut jack but like I also don't write ~ professionally ~. I write in the Self Indulgence genre.

But the point is that this episode of AHS was so.... unnecessarily and self-importantly long. It did not have to be that long. It was not 71 minutes of information long. It was just that every scene needed to show off the scenery, the costumes, and the dialogue had to be slow and measured and etc. etc. etc.

This season is obviously very stylish, as I mentioned before, and I admire that. Lots of fancy gowns for Lady Gaga. Lots of Art Deco rooms. A whole weird white room that reminds me of an episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark? I like the look of it but I don't need so many scenes devoted to letting me look at the scenery.

And the content is like... fine. There are some characters I like (Liz! Liz! Liz!) and some story lines. Some of it just isn't for me, isn't for my taste. I don't think the Detective character is interesting. I don't think he's interesting after the twist. I don't really care about his kids either. I think the Countess and her vampires are okay but to me they're mostly style. I also don't really like vampires generally, as I also mentioned before--obviously they can be done well but they're not my favorite creatures.

I liked the model a lot, at least as a model just fucking around on the runway (what would Tyra say?) though he got less interesting after he turned and we entered Vampire Lore time. It was fun watching him and Original Vampire Lover interact especially since I'm also watching Freak Show and of course, the same actors playing very different roles opposite each other also appear in that. It's definitely enjoyable watching the repertory style cast over the seasons.

I really dislike serial killers and that this season makes me put up with TWO is just... infuriating. I just am not amused or impressed by sadism. I'm not! I'm not and I don't care. The whole Style of the Evan Peters Character backstory is very nice, stylish, of course, but then what's the big scary reveal? He's a bored rich baby who likes to kill people. Ah, yes, how unique and unexpected of him. Torture porn torture porn torture porn. I started zoning out when it was literally just depressing to me. And it's frustrating because, like, the concept of the hotel as a built-evil place with hidden rooms for evil purposes IS interesting. There IS something there. I just wasn't impressed with how it is actually played out or developed.

I did like Chloe Sevigny ranting about anti-vaxxers. She's right and she should say it! In every episode!

But yeah, overall, just... too long. I'm sure it's supposed to be lush and beautiful and disturbing and just the sort of thing you sink into and enjoy like a bubble bath but with blood and sex but like... I'm just not sufficiently into it and I'm a little annoyed that I'm being asked to put so much time into something that could be so much more efficient and compact.

#the year 2023 #2023: fandom thoughts #2023: ahs