#but like. where ARE you meant to start if you're socially awkward and bad at getting to know people and don't even know if you're the

[katya-goncharov]

sometimes i wonder if i should try online dating just to see what it would be like, but then i feel like it would be weird place to start because i've never actually been on a date before, and people would just think that was really odd

[direwombat]

15 lines of dialogue

tagged by @corvosattano, @voidika, and @aceghosts to do this fun little character study!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

“Shit,” she hisses [sighs/groans/growls/breathes/etc.]

 “I’m gonna need a gun.”

“I’ll do what needs to be done,” she says. “Just tell me where to start.”

“Just doin’ my job,” Sybille shrugs. “Protect ‘n serve ‘n shit.”

“I’d say I ain’t an optimist.”

 “I always look pale,” she grits. Then she shoves away from the bar. “I need to take a piss.”

“Yeah, you know what’s gonna be painful?” she asks. “My boot up your ass.”

“An animal?” Her brows shoot up in surprise. “You tellin’ me an animal burst through a barricaded door, mauled and beheaded Mr. Wolanski and — what? — decided to do some redecoratin’?” 

“Savin’ my — savin’ my life? Sir, I nearly shot you! ” She scoffs and shakes her head. “Comin’ at an officer of the law with your gun raised like that, the hell were you thinkin’?”

“Your generosity would make Jesus weep,” she hums mockingly. 

And then, as if she reads his mind, she looks up at him and rasps, “I ain’t licking that clean.”

“What I — What I want?” she stammers. “You know damn well this ain’t about what I want.” 

“Take care of your woman,” she drawls, allowing the thick, honey-sweet tone of her southern accent drip off her words, just how he likes. 

 “I ain’t poisonin’ you, if that’s what you’re worryin’ about. You know I’d stab you in your front.”

 “Morality ain’t a luxury a soldier can afford, Pastor,” … “It’s just…,” she continues after a moment, “When you start thinkin’ ‘bout what’s right and wrong,  y’start askin’ questions. For most people, that ain’t a bad thing.  But for a soldier? It’s a distraction. We ain’t meant to think. Other people do that for us. Our job is to fall in line and follow orders. You question your CO, you get written up for insubordination. The military ain’t a place for free thinkers. Cuz once a soldier starts thinkin’ ‘bout morality, then they ain’t a soldier, no more.”

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[emeritus-fuckers]

If requests are open: yandere Emeritus-es and a darling who is a shy, wallflower type? Friendly but doesn't really socialize, the quiet type.

Oh fuck yeah, yandere content, mommy likes. - Jez

Yandere Papas with a shy s/o

Primo

It was probably the very reason you caught his attention.

A shy, lonely Sibling of Sin.

He gently approaches you, asking you to help him with something in the garden.

In actuality, he did not need your help. He just thought you seemed uncomfortable around all the people you had to work around, so he wanted you to catch a breather.

He offers to assign you to work in the garden for as long as you'd like.

Eventually he becomes your first friend in the Ministry. First and only.

He uses his age to his advantage, making you feel bad for the poor old man that he is.

He doesn't need to have you. He just wants you around him and to not be anyone else's. He's perfectly fine with just being a friend, as long as he's the only person that matters to you.

Secondo

It's perfect. Secondo considers getting his darling's attention a game. And while the lack of rivals makes it a bit boring, he certainly enjoys how easy it is to make you fall for him.

You cling to any potential friendships. And if you can't find any because you're too shy, the man who makes very occasional small talk with you while you're assigned to help him work... You'll take it.

And since he made sure all your work is by his side, he eventually end up seeking him up and following him quietly.

He then slowly allows you to worm yourself into his life, making you feel like you two ending up together was your achievement.

It wasn't. It was his plan all along.

Terzo

At first Terzo wants you to open up. But then he changed his mind when he saw how cute you are.

So shy, getting nervous whenever anyone approached you.

He was absolutely enamoured with you and then he started slowly inserting himself into your life, flirting with you, popping out whenever he saw you alone.

The squeaks you made were so cute when he'd suddenly appear.

He'd always apologize so profusely, he only meant to cheer you up! You look so lonely, he wanted to offer his company, but you'd probably hate the company of a man who scared you like that...

He pulls this pity party every time. And you fall for it every time. It's ridiculous.

Eventually you look forward to his scares and start actually bonding. Terzo doesn't really show his darker tendencies unless he's really provoked.

He only trusts his Ghouls with you, especially Alpha and Omega.

He will most likely use his Ghouls to get rid of any... Issues. Like another potential friend.

Your new friends disappear so quickly, just stick with him, won't you?

Copia

He's just as shy and awkward as you are, so for a long time he just observes. While a Cardinal is a high position, he doesn't really have that much power over you or any Siblings, but he's okay with just watching for now.

And then, just like a blessing from Satan himself, he gets to become Papa.

Instead of inserting himself into your life, he makes a scene with the help of his Ghouls, where he suddenly comes to help you.

Rain told him it was stupid and he almost didn't do it, but then Cirrus started talking about the power of love and he goes through with it.

He's gonna research your hobbies and talk to you about them just to make himself more attractive to you.

It's genuine! He loves you genuinely, everything is absolutely true about his feelings! And the ones you develop and genuine, too!

Old Nihil

I feel like the only reason to get him to be yandere for you is if you were really similar to younger Sister Imperator.

He's a delusional one, y'all. He'll see you and think you're Imperator. But since all Sisters of Sin are just referred to as "Sister", so nobody really realized his weird behavior.

He makes you dress up more like her, expects you to be a nice, cute little replacement for Sister Imperator while not realizing that you weren't her.

He'll tell you stories from the times he was with her and you were a poor, sweet, shy little thing, too nervous to question or correct him.

In his delusions, he will slowly end up making you into his new Seestor. And unless the real Sister Imperator stops him, he's gonna make you live in his little fantasy with him. And you being shy is a good bonus, it means you're very unlikely to try and rebel against him.

Just to have someone close to you, you're willing to play into it.

Young Nihil

The only one actually willing to threaten his darling.

You're probably meant to be a little side thing he's gonna use to comfort himself after the Kiss the Go-Gost incident and losing Sister Imperator.

He picks you because you're shy, and shy usually means easy.

Over time, hooking up with you becomes somewhat addicting.

He becomes obsessed with you, not just your body, but also how kind you were to him afterwards instead of leaving right away.

And so he drags you into a relationship with him, making you stay longer and longer each time. Eventually he demands you just stay with him in general.

Don't try to leave, don't even fucking try.

He'll threaten to hurt himself, to hurt you... And you're too timid to do anything about it, so you stay and let him manipulate you.

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Respect or Privacy (2)

Tucker is excited for everything about college, even having a roommate for the first time. At least, he is until his roommate Danny turns out to be standoffish and a little bit of a dick. Whatever. It's a disappointment, but he'll survive. The same might not be said of Danny.

My first fic for Phic Phight '24 (part 2)! Prompts used were:

College AU where the characters don't meet until college and Danny has to hide his halfa status from his dorm roommate (your choice which character that is) [from @shadowfaerieammy], and Tucker fucked up. Hard. But it’s like, how the hell was he supposed to know that hacking the federal government was a bad idea? [from @lexosaurus]

You can also read it on AO3

Chapter 2: Find Out (Chapter 1)

[No warnings apply (I think)]

Tucker applied to switch roommates right away, but apparently that whole process took a lot longer than he would have hoped. Or else his request had gotten lost. He brought it up to the dorm supervisor a couple of times, only to get vague, unhelpful answers and bid for him to be patient and wait his turn. In the meanwhile, the two of them largely ignored each other. Tucker, a little bitterly, and Danny a little guiltily.

By the end of the semester, the roommate switch still hadn't gone through, and Danny and Tucker still had hardly said a full sentence to each other since that fight. They both thought about it every time they saw each other, but it felt far too awkward to bring it up again now.

While Tucker was Packing up to go home for winter vacation, he noticed that Danny wasn't doing the same, but he didn't bother to ask why. When he returned from winter break for the new semester—still rooming with Danny, despite sending numerous emails over the break to ensure his roommate change application was actually being processed—it didn't look like Danny had ever left.

Whatever. That wasn't Tucker's problem. He had more important things to worry about than his lame roommate's pathetic social life.

The end of winter break meant the start of the spring semester, and Tucker was signed up for a cyber-security class that he was really looking forward to. Normally, freshman didn't have the prerequisites to take it, but he'd filled his first semester with all the necessary credits so that he could sign up.

On the first day of class, Tucker walked in to see a list written on the whiteboard. Curious, he took out his laptop and looked up some of the items on it. It looked like a list of databases. Some of them, Tucker had heard of, and some he hadn't. He wasn't sure what they all had in common, or why the professor had written them up on the board, but he assumed that question would be answered once the class actually started, and he assumed correctly.

After the Professor had gone over the syllabus for half an hour, asking that they hold all questions until he was done with his explanation, he pointed to the list on the board.

"Some of you may have noticed this list of databases on the whiteboard, and you're probably wondering why it's there," the professor said. "These are all high-security databases, some of them are privately owned, some are federally owned, or state-owned, or various combinations of all three. All of them are so confident in their security that they offer substantial monetary compensation to anyone able to hack into them and point out the holes in their security.

"As an optional extra-credit assignment, you may choose a database to attempt to hack into," he continued. "If you succeed, in addition to being able to pay for your entire college career, you will automatically pass this class. Your actual letter grade will be determined by the quality and quantity of work you turn in, but you will be guaranteed at least a C as long as you succeed before the end of the semester.

"Again, this is optional. You don't have to do it. There will be no academic consequences for failure, but depending on which database you choose, there may be legal consequences, so choose wisely and don't bite off more than you can chew."

Oh, yeah. Not only would Tucker be taking this extra-credit opportunity, but he would be going big. He was gonna find out which of these databases offered the biggest reward and he was going to tear it to shreds. This was gonna be fun.

"I'll tell you now," the professor warned, "that in my entire twenty-year career teaching this course, only three students have ever managed to cash in on this offer, so don't feel too bad if you... can't hack it."

A round of groans and laughter circulated the classroom. Tucker was among those laughing, though he could understand the groans, as well. He enjoyed a good bad pun, but it was still pretty bad.

After his classes were over, Tucker looked up every database on the list, putting in the time, and doing to research, to figure out how to get the most bang for his buck, and it turned out the one that offered the biggest payout for a successful hack was a privately-run federal government database for an organization called the G.I.W., which was so secretive that Tucker didn't even know what G.I.W. stood for. But he was gonna find out—just like he was gonna find a way right through their digital security system.

Hacking was what Tucker was good at. It was why he'd been so intent on taking this cyber-security class in the first place. However tough the G.I.W.'s security was, FryerTuck was tougher.

A pleasant side-effect of Tucker's extra-credit project, since he worked on it in basically every spare moment between classes and homework, he pretty much always had an excuse to ignore Danny. Danny would take one look at all the code and computer jargon on Tucker's screen and not even say hello. He didn't ask what it was, or what Tucker was trying to do, just left him alone, probably grateful that Tucker was leaving him alone, too.

The G.I.W. security was strong, but Tucker wasn't the type to give up, not on something like this. He just kept hacking away at it. He stayed up late, woke up early, skipped lunch, or ate one-handed. He worked on it for over a month, then two months, until finally, at 3am on a Saturday, in a Mountain Dew-fueled haze, with red-rimmed eyes and aching fingers, he finally found it—the flaw in the armor.

Once he had that, it was only a matter of time before he full broke through, and two days later, he was in.

G.I.W. stood for Ghost Investigation Ward, and the first thing that popped up when Tucker was through the final firewall was the organization's most wanted list. A list of ghosts. Number one was a ghost called Danny Phantom who looked strangely familiar in a way Tucker couldn't quite place and ultimately shook off. After Phantom was a ghost called Vortex, then The Wisconsin Ghost, which was a stupid name. Tucker didn't bother to read the whole list. He didn't actually care about ghosts, he just wanted his reward money.

He used the information on the database to find the contact information for the head of the organization, someone code-named 'Operative Alpha', another stupid name, and sent him an email which explained who he was, detailed exactly how he'd broken into their secure database, and explained why he'd done it. That done, he finally went to bed, expecting a response from Operative Alpha when he awoke.

What he did not expect was to be woken up at seven in the morning after such a late night by a pounding on the door of his room.

"Danny, can you get that?" he moaned, covering his head with a pillow.

He heard Danny grumble something unintelligible and roll over in bed. He could hardly blame the guy. There was a reason Tucker didn't sign up for any classes earlier than 10am. He'd made that mistake last semester and had no plans to repeat it.

Whoever was knocking banged on the door again. "Mr. Foley!"

"Ha!" Danny barked, as triumphantly as he could do so when he was still half-asleep.

Tucker groaned again, but dragged himself out of bed to open the door.

Standing there was a pair of large, burly men in white suits and dark sunglasses. Tucker felt very under dressed in his cheeto-dusted pajama pants and cheesy slogan t-shirt, but that feeling quickly passed, since he was really way too tired to care.

"Mr. Foley?"

"Yup."

"I am Operative L, and this is my partner, Operative U," said the man on the left. "We're with the G.I.W., and we're here to ask a few questions and verify some things you communicated to our superior, Operative Alpha. May we enter?"

"Uh... may you come back at a more reasonable hour?" Tucker asked, trying and failing to blink away the sleep in his eyes. "Maybe in the afternoon? Sorry, but I'm way too tired to answer questions or verify shit right now. I'm not gonna be any good to you until I put in a few more hours between the sheets—sleeping, I mean. I'm not blowing you guys off to fuck."

The two guys looked at each other for a moment before nodding.

"Very well, your terms are acceptable," Operative U stated, very formally. "We will return at exactly 1300 hours."

"That's 1pm," Operative L clarified. "If you're not here at that time, we will hunt you down and show no mercy."

"Uh... understood?"

"Good."

With that, the two operatives turned and left, leaving Tucker standing confused in the doorway behind them. He yawned and shrugged and closed the door.

The instant the latch closed, Danny shot up out of bed, standing in a defensive position in the center of the room and glaring furiously at Tucker.

"Woah, what—"

"What's your association to the Guys in White?" he demanded.

"What, those guys?" Tucker asked.

"Are you working for them?" Danny kept going, sounding halfway desperate and halfway furious. "What do you know?"

"What are you talking about? 'Am I working with them?' Why would I be working with them? What for?"

"Why is the Ghost Investigation Ward knocking on our door asking for you then?"

"Because I hack their database, and now they owe me reward money?"

"What?"

"That's the extra-credit I've been working on the last couple months," Tucker explained. "The professor put a list of databases that offered reward money to anyone who could hack them and show them the flaws in their security. If we manage to collect on any of 'em, he said we'd automatically pass his class. I hacked the G.I.W., so they came to verify shit before they pay me off."

"That's all?"

"Yeah, that's it," Tucker affirmed. No matter how tired he was, though, something still struck him as distinctly odd about this conversation. "Hey, Danny... how do you know about the Ghost Investigation Ward?"

Danny froze like a deer caught in headlights. Tucker could almost see the hundreds of panicked thoughts and potential excuses racing through his head, but what finally came out was:

"I... don't?"

"Oh, you can't play dumb anymore," Tucker denied. "I couldn't even figure out what G.I.W. stood for until I was already into their secure database, and you just casual name-dropped them during your random accusation. Spill."

Again, Danny froze. He looked like he was seriously considering whether he could run. He even glanced to the window like they weren't on the fourth floor with no fire escape on their window. In the end, he swallowed anxiously, squirmed under Tucker's scrutinizing gaze, and bullshitted.

"They uh... they came to Amity Park a lot," he said. "You know, to hunt ghosts. So it's not the first time I've run into them."

But Tucker wasn't interested in a half-truth. He was done with Danny's bullshit and he was going to get to the bottom of this, right now.

"Uh-huh. And why are you so scared of 'em, then?" he asked. "I saw all the ghost hunting shit you keep in that drawer" — Danny started to protest, but Tucker just raised his volume and kept talking over him — "I know you told me to butt out, but fuck that. You hunt ghosts too, or you did, so why are you so freaked about other ghost hunters."

"They're... really bad at it?"

"They're dedicated enough that it took me—me, over two months to break through their security," Tucker said. "Somehow I doubt that a group that serious about what they do is 'really bad' at their main objective. Quit trying to bluff me. Quit beating around the bush. Enough is enough, man. Just tell me the truth."

"I... I can't."

"Oh, then I can just call those guys back and have them tell me—"

"NO!"

Tucker was taken aback by the intensity of Danny's shout.

"So fess up, then," he insisted.

"Fine!"

Danny squeezed his eyes shut, gritted his teeth, and took a deep breath.

"Fine," he repeated, softer. "The truth is, I'm... I'm...."

"Yeah?" Tucker encouraged.

"I'm a ghost," he finished finally, his voice softer than Tucker had ever heard it, but still audible.

"You're...." Tucker frowned, not really sure what to say. "Okay, you seem super serious about this, so I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I've been living with you for like, six months now, and I think I would have noticed if you were a ghost, so what's goin' on here?"

Danny sighed, went to the window to look out and then make sure the curtain was closed all the way. Then, he looked Tucker dead in the eye... and changed.

Thin, white rings traveled up and down his body, wrapping around his limbs and torso like threads of pure light, and when they disappeared, the person standing there wasn't Tucker's lame, human roommate, Danny Fenton. It was the Ghost Investigation's number one most Wanted, Danny Phantom.

"The reason I know the Guys in White is because they've been trying to destroy me since I was fourteen," Danny said, his voice steady and surprisingly cool. "They refuse to acknowledge that ghost are sapient beings, and unique individuals, and not all of us are evil, so they've been trying to wipe me off the face of the earth. All I want is to just exist... peacefully. But if they find me here, it's game over—and you just brought them right to our door.

Ohhh shit. Tucker had fucked up. Hard. But how the hell was he supposed to know that hacking the federal government was a bad idea? It had seemed like a perfectly good idea when he learned he could get four million dollars out of it. Now, learning that they might kill (re-kill?) his roommate, not so much.

But how on Earth was he supposed to know it would turn out like this? Danny never talked to him, or told Tucker anything about himself. He never mentioned ghosts, or his opinion of them. He never even bothered to ask what Tucker was hacking the last two months.

"Well, fuck," Tucker said.

"Well, fuck indeed," Danny agreed.

"You know, if you'd just been up-front with me about this shit from the beginning this never would have happened," Tucker insisted. "I gave you every chance, but no! You didn't want to be friends. You'd rather the two of us live together in silence for the whole year. All you had to do was ask me about what I was working on and you could have told me not to mess with it. You had two whole months of opportunities, Danny."

"I thought it was more dangerous for me to tell you!" Danny argued. "The day we met you brought up 'evil ghosts', and I thought there was no way I could ever trust you if that's what you thought! How was I supposed to know you'd back me up, huh? How would I know that?"

"I was joking!" Tucker all but screamed.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up!" shouted someone from the dorm next door. "It's Saturday! Why are you even up this early!?"

"Sorry!" Tucker called back. Then he lowered his volume and hissed, "I was joking! I'm from fucking Elmerton! You think I actually give a single shit about ghosts? No!"

"And I was supposed to know that, how?" Danny hissed right back. "I've been hearing about how all ghosts are evil and cruel my whole life from my fucking ghost hunter parents. When I hear people say ghosts are evil I'm always gonna assume they mean it rather than take a chance and get shot. I have enough bullet wounds."

Tucker couldn't respond to that. He had no idea what to say. He pursed his lips and nodded. Took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Alright, fine," he said at length. "So maybe we both beefed it a little. Enough about how we fucked up, let's try to fix it."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Danny asked, crossing his arms.

"Well, they don't know yet that my roommate is their most wanted," Tucker pointed out. "And after they talk with me, they'll have no reason to come back here. As long as you're out of the dorm at one o'clock, and stay out until they leave, you're in the clear."

"How will I know when they're gone?"

"You've got a phone, don't you?" Tucker pointed out, rolling his eyes. "Gimme your number and I'll text you."

Danny hesitated, his eyes darting to his desk, where his phone was still charging on the surface.

"Oh, come on man, you can't seriously still be wound up about not wanting friends, can you? I already know your secret, and I'm trying to help you. Just give me your number."

"What if you give it to the Guys in White?"

"Dude, I'm not gonna do that," Tucker said, as seriously as he could manage. "If you'd accepted any of my invitations when we first moved into the dorms, you'd know me well enough to know that I'd never betray a friend."

"We're not friends," Danny mumbled.

"We are now."

Danny's head snapped up to look Tucker in the eye, and Tucker could tell he knew it was the truth.

"Alright," Danny said.

He gave Tucker his phone number, and they both went back to bed and crashed hard for another few hours. Danny made himself scarce at around twelve-thirty, Tucker talked with the G.I.W. and accepted a check for a cool four million that would cover tuition and then some. And when they were gone, he sent Danny a text to let him know.

The plan went off without a hitch, and for the rest of the school year, Tucker had a best friend to hang out with—even if that friend was still pretty standoffish to other people. He found himself thankful that the school never did finish processing his request to switch roommates, and when they left for summer break, both he and Danny requested that they be roommates again for sophomore year. They could only hope that that request would actually be processed sometime in the next two months.

[veintrry]

heart to heart.

wanderer x gn!reader. slight angst, death mentions, sugar-rotting fluff, romance, couples being couples, they have known each other for a long time, wanderer is referred to as kuni by reader, he's bad at expressing his emotions directly but he tries. possibly ooc? but he's just rlly in love imo

an: HAPPY VALENTINE!!! i had to make the hard choice of denying angst on vday. it's okay, i sprinkled some in. also ofc, inspired

The last thing Wanderer was skilled at was romance. That by no means meant he was clueless, he has existed long enough to see what is considered love and what isn't change. He's gotten to witness these social displays of affection and yet, he never understood where they stem from. It turns out, the answer was beyond words. Lucky for him, he was always better at acting on his emotions.

There was no reason for anyone to explain Valentines day. Everyone knew it, everyone. In fact, so many did that Wanderer was beginning to think there is a specific disease that spreads and makes everyone lovesick on this specific day. I mean, really, a day to spoil your loved one? The thing that is astounding to him wasn't it having a day, but rather the fact it was only one day like this isn't meant to be something you do every day.

If you only display such things on this day only without shame then that just seems depressing. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't the kind to go grabbing your hands, or to give you an obnoxiously large gift for everyone and you to witness, but he knows you liked small things, like walking particularly close to him, staying beneath his hat, your fingers grazing each others as you walked, teasing him till he clutches your hand, scoffing at your behaviour. But you knew he liked it; You knew he liked you.

But, I guess this is a proper day for him to reflect, right? To look back on everything?

-

You two were very different people, that has always been evident, but similar to now, you two found an odd connection, though it was hard to discover. He wasn't exactly the easiest to get along with, he knows that, but you stuck around. You stuck around and bothered him. You're still here to do that now. Why? He doesn't know. But he feels it.

You were just someone who wanderers about from time to time outside of your average life. If you could escape the normalcy and routine of life, you did, that's what lead you to him. To your endless days of a new kind of life, one that doesn't pass with time, because such a thing is erased with the existence of one another.

Conversation was awkward at first, only because he would be so reluctant to answer you, and yet you'd patiently stare at him. You aren't an idiot, you weren't oblivious to how harsh he'd be, how he'd push you away, but you'd like to believe you are someone who persists in things that are good. And to you, he felt wonderful.

So, he eased up on you. He didn't regret it, no, not one bit. He started waiting for you, expecting you, recognising the sound of your footsteps. Warmth had become a foreign thing to him, till your embrace became more prominent. Each day, he'd hear the rushing steps of your genta's hitting the ground, he turns to you, he sees your smile, and you pull him in. He always sighed, pretending to be annoyed, commenting about how affectionate you are; Did you miss him that much? ..Did you?

He only ever asked you that once. What he expected was you brushing it off, but you admitted it outright. "I feel lost when I'm not with you." Those words stuck with him, and on that moment he felt something in particular. He had become accustomed to you, understanding his emotions from previous experiences, but this felt different, like an awakening, as if, somehow, in some way, this foggy path of life had been cleared up. You were the one still thing in it, you weren't something he passed by on this path, you weren't his end destination, you were someone who came along the way, and he hoped you'd be there to the end.

The end? Right. You're a mortal. 'The end'? Seriously, what's wrong with him? Ha. So stupid. Stupid.

You'd die before then.

He told you, what he is. You treat him like any normal human being. But, you never bring up death. It's something he knows to avoid with you. It contrasts you, it's cold, deathly cold, much like him. He shouldn't dwell, you wouldn't like that. Still, how can he help it? He loves you. How is he meant to accept that not only will he lose you, but he will have to live with that forever, for eternity. You are his eternity, you make him feel like he can last forever, like another hundred years won't hurt, like a thousand years is nothing. How can he do it without you?

...

You two linked together perfectly, you were rough around the edges, but when you clicked the snap only proved the realisation that dawned upon you two; this sense of completion.

If he doesn't have you, who's going to -

"Kuni!" Oh. Have you come, to break him from his slumber once more?

Your voice is cheery as always, it reminds him how he had to adjust to your greetings before. Maybe he never realised you sounded like that because of him.

He knew you'd come to him, hence why he remained in your teapots realm, strolling around the garden, freshly grown plump fruits, bushes with roses and prickly thorns. You really gave life to everything around you. The trees stretched towards the sky, their branches sprouting like the patterns of their winter leaves. This realm was beyond time, the weather could change with a mere flick of a finger, and yet you chose to stay true to the world outside, choosing to live day by day abiding by these rules. You must like knowing how much time you two spend together with the seasons passing. Wanderer turns his head to you, watching as you run up to him, that same old smile still stuck to your face after all these years. His arm outstretched as his fingers graze the petals of the pure white flowers from the dogwood tree.

Your arms wrap around his right one, pulling him closer, and he can feel your body heat. It reassures him. "Were you just wandering here? You looked deep in thought." Offering you a small smile, he hums. Only you got to see such an unconditionally genuine appearance such as this, his gaze brimming with love that transcends words. You could tell he was particularly happy today, very happy. "Did I now?"

"You did!" God, how much he likes you.

"I was just...thinking of something, that's all." He plucks one of the flowers by its stem. To tell you his thoughts, to expose himself to you. You know he cares, but he's better at showing his love in ways other than words. "Don't make it a secret." An exasperated sigh leaves him, scolding you, "You're so impatient." Turning to you, his hand reaches behind your ear, tucking the flower inbetween the strands of your hairs.

"It was you." He reaches for one of your hands, holding it in his palm as he inches closer to you.

Kissing the top of your hand, his eyes never breaking away from yours as the leaves surround the both of you, the winds swaying your hair lightly, and life seems much more simpler when he knows you're there with him.

"Just you."

Who wouldn't want to do this every day?

[peach-and-bugs]

Oh, I never meant to imply or make anyone think you'd be uncomfortable with poly relationships in general. I really did just mean as far as writing goes.

But if you're okay doing romantic sfw poly, would you be willing to write a Misty x reader x Natalie when you have time? Or even just a headcanon list of how that starts and what it would be like?

I know, Love, don't worry! I mostly just gave the clarification for myself and anyone who could wonder.

But, here are my thoughts on a poly relationship with Nat and Misty!

✰ any relationship with either of these girls is going to be complicated and honestly probably a little strange, but together it's a whole new experience on its own, what with their very clashing yet compatible personalities

✰ I think it could start with either Misty and Natalie together first or you and Misty together. (For this list, I'm going with Misty and Natalie are established, but if you want me to write about the alternative let me know!) Either way, opening the relationship feels like it would be Misty's idea. But Misty is a very clingy and possessive person. I could see her getting jealous easily not being the center of attention. She'd either want you both dating her exclusively without any other partners or as a thruple, which is ultimately what happens.

✰ Misty and Natalie would already be semi-established when they run into you. Definitely hooking up but maybe not calling each other girlfriend or considering each other mutually exclusive at this point. They'd be getting coffee together before working on whatever weird situation they're in now when they pass you by leaving the cafe.

✰ you'd inherited and reopened your mother's flower shop after she passed and decided to settle down back in your old hometown. You'd gone to school with both of them and remembered them well despite being a few years younger. You and Misty had an already established acquainted friendship and she'd convinced her nursing home to get flowers from your shop on Fridays for the hospice patients to brighten up their rooms. she'd been using that errand as a cover to chat you up every week since.

✰ of course, this relationship would warrant a stop at the shop, where Natalie looks wildly out of place, but she listened quietly in the corner as the two of them prattle on about a new flower shipment or something. That is till you reintroduce yourself to Natalie, reminding her of who you were from school. She's surprised by the way you've matured. She feels bad, but though she remembered you, you hadn't left much of an impression on her other than being quiet back in the day.

✰ this would become routine, especially with Misty's errand for work. now she just drags Natalie along with her.

✰ it would take quite a while for them to ask you out with both of them because they need to first figure out what's going on between the two of them, but once they do, they mutually agree that they both like you and want to date you together. Misty would suggest the idea first and probably be very nervous about it but she'd be thrilled when Natalie agrees with her. They invite you out for dinner with them the next time they stop in.

✰ however, they forget to mention that they're inviting you on a date. with both of them. And that's not intentional, they just both suck at social interaction and think that it's a given that it's a date. but you realize about halfway through dinner what's going on and you're surprised, to say the least. it makes things in general pretty awkward and the two are left thinking that they completely fumbled the ball. you're embarrassed enough that they almost stip their flower run the following week, but you manage to stop them in time to explain.

✰ you're extremely flattered and frankly honored they'd hold you in such high regard to open their relationship up to you, but it was just surprising to realize at the moment. you do like them both and would be interested in dating them a try, but you request that you take it very slowly, starting out with solo dates for a while before jumping into a complete relationship with the three of you.

✰ they agree and for a few months, you take turns going on dates with one or the other on the weekend. Misty's dates are often very thought out and innocent, taking you out to bookstores, parks, gardens, and sweet shops or trying out a new restaurant you mentioned offhandedly before returning to hers.

✰ Natalie on the other hand prefers the nightlife. She'll take you to bars or nightclubs or you'll just have a night in at her motel room. either way, you know you'll have a good time with both of them.

✰ after a month or so of this, you move on to dates together, which are always fun! around this time you officially start dating altogether as you might call it and it works out pretty great. You focus a lot on clear and positive communication between the three of you and you developed a lot of beneficial routines over time.

✰ Misty's house sort of becomes the home base for all of you since Natalie is still at the motel and you're in an apartment. You have a lot of nights in and slow mornings there which is alright because Misty loves having company.

✰ Misty is definitely the most attentive to both of you. she's constantly checking in when you are apart and thrilled when you come back to her. Natalie's often a lot quieter, but she enjoyed taking both of her girls out on the town and listening to the two of you ramble about whatever it is you are interested in together.

[joekeeryswife]

Beautiful boy - S.H

you had recently moved to Hawkins. to say you were upset was an understatement. you had moved all the way from the UK, leaving behind your whole family except your mum, dad and brother. you had made quite good friends with your neighbour, Robin. she had made you feel welcome and safe. pretty much she was your only friend.

you were happy that you were 19 because that meant you wouldn't have to go to school, you were very socially awkward. it was a Wednesday morning when you heard a knock on your front door. you carefully walked through the cluttered house and opened the front door. you saw Robin standing there with two other girls who looked about 15.

"hey y/n, i was wondering if you wanted to come out with us to the mall?" Robin said, smiling gently. "oh uhh yeah okay. i need to get ready but i'll meet you there?" you replied, looking down at your outfit. you were wearing christmas pyjama bottoms and a hoodie. "oh yeah sure. would you wanna meet at like eleven maybe? that gives you an hour and a half is that okay?" Robin said, looking at her wrist watch. "yeah that's perfect, i'll see you later" you said, watching them walking away. you closed the door and started getting ready.

you finished getting ready and asked you mum to drive you to the mall. seeing the time you had ten minutes to get there, it took about five minutes to get there so you would get there early. you arrived at the mall and saw Robin standing there with the two girls that were at your house this morning. you got out the car and walked to Robin. "hey y/n, you look pretty" Robin said, pulling you in for a hug. you thanked her quietly and pulled out of the hug. "oh how rude of me, this is El and Max. they are my friends" she said, introducing you to the two girls. they both said their hellos and we all walked into the mall.

you walked to 'The GAP' where you guys started to do some shopping. to be honest, you had an amazing time. you didn't think that you would honestly and because you were socially awkward, you surprised yourself. you guys went into about twenty different clothing shops and your hands were basically full with bags that were full of clothes, shoes and accessories. when you moved, you wanted to change for the better, so you started with outfits. "i'm hungry" you heard Max say. she looked a little pale and you all decided it was best to go get some food. you walked to 'Burger King' and ordered food.

"you know, it's been nice today" you heard Robin say to you when the two girls were sat down in a booth. "yeah it has. thank you for inviting me, you didn't have to" you replied, smiling to her. "oh of course i did. you're one of my best friends and i know we haven't known each other long but it's nice to hang out with a girl who's my age." she said, lightly banging her shoulder with yours in a jokey way. you laughed and sat down with the other girls and all ate. the meal was filled with laughter, jokes, and conversations you'd never thing to have. "so, maybe we could all go to my house later and watch a movie? i work in Family Video so i could get whatever movie i want." Robin said, breaking the joking atmosphere. "yeah okay, what movie were you thinking?" El said, replying to Robins suggestion.

"oh maybe we could watch 'Grease'. i've never watched it and it came out ages ago." you said, throwing out a suggestion. all of the girls looked at you in shock. "you've never seen Grease? that's actually heartbreaking. we need to watch that" Max said, her eyes wide. "well, i haven't really had any time." you said, looking down. a little embarrassed that you hadn't seen the film. "oh no it's okay. i'm just shocked that you haven't seen it" Max replied, feeling a little bad that she made you uncomfortable.

"Grease is a shout. maybe we could invite the boys" El said. "who are they?" you said. you'd never met them before and you started to get nervous. "well, they are a of 14 and 15 year olds who are nerds. you'll be fine" Max said, replying to your question. "maybe we could invite Steve. he's working today. i'll ask him when i go get the movie" Robin said. "ooo yeah invite Steve. he's nice." El said. you had never been more confused but nevertheless you kept quiet. you all finished your food and then left the mall. your mum was waiting outside and you said goodbye to the girls. "y/n, come round my house at around 6 or 7, it's up to you." Robin said as you hugged her.

you walked to the car and got in, you put the bags in the back seats and your mum started driving. you got home at around 5 so you got changed into comfier clothes. you waited downstairs, speaking to your mum for a while before you walked to Robins house. you arrived at 6:23pm. you knocked on the door gently and a boy, about 14 years old opened the door. "uhh who are you?" he said, tilting his head to the side, analysing you. "i'm y/n. is Robin home?" you replied to the curly haired boy. "i'm Dustin. yeah she is, ROBIN" he shouted her name and she came walking to the door. "oh hey y/n. Dustin why didn't you invite her in, i said she was coming" Robin said to the boy. "well i was just making sure it was her." he replied, moving out the way so you could walk in.

you walked into the house and saw a group of young, teenage boys with El and Max. you smiled and said hello before sitting down next to Robin. you guys laughed for a bit before someone knocked on the door. your head turned to the door and you saw a boy, about 20 years old, wearing a bomber jacket, jeans, and a plain t-shirt. "woah" you whispered. Max, who was sat next to you, turned to you a smirked. "that's Steve" she whispered back. you instantly blushed. you didn't think anyone heard you, you hoped no one else heard you.

“STEVE” you heard Dustin scream. he ran over to him and hugged him. Steve hugged him back and smiled. “hey man, how are you?” he replied, stroking his back gently. you smiled a bit, you’d never seen an ‘adult’ boy be so kind to a teenager. they are usually rude and disrespectful but he seemed kind and caring. they both pulled away and walked into the living room. “hey guys, who’s this?” Steve said, saying his hellos to the group before turning to me. “oh, that’s y/n. she just moved here from the UK and she’s Robins friend, she’s nice” Mike said, replying to Steve’s question. “oh hi y/n, it’s nice to meet you” he said, smiling at you. “hi Steve” you said, smiling back.

you could not keep your eyes off Steve. his smiled as he whispered to Dustin about something you couldn’t hear but he was beautiful. his hair was a bit messy but you did not mind. he looked amazing. you turned back to the film which you were starting to enjoy. Robin turned to you “you like Steve” you heard her whisper, making sure no one else was listening. “what? no i don’t. i just met him” you whisper shouted back. you instantly started to blush. your face was bright red and you were thankful for the lights being off. “yes you do. i just met you and i can read you like a book” she replied laughing out loud. everyone turned to Robin and she instantly closed her mouth. “please don’t say anything. i’m begging you” you said, turning to look her in the eyes.

“i wouldn’t do that. i promise. but you should start hanging out with us more so you can, you know, get to know him more” Robin replied, giving you a small smile. you both turned back to the TV and kept watching the movie. the movie finished and basically everyone was asleep you looked around to see Dustin, Max, Robin and Steve were the only ones awake. you got up and got the stuff that you brought and spoke up. “i better head home. thank you for inviting me Robin. it was nice to meet you guys” you said as you started to walk to the door. you heard someone get slapped before someone spoke up. “wait. i’ll walk you home. it’s dark out there” you heard someone speak up, you turned to see Steve getting up off the sofa.

“oh urm thanks Steve.” you said. your face blushed again. he walked to you and you walked out the door. “bye guys” you said, turning back to the group. before walking away. “so. i’ve never seen you around here before. why did you move here?” you heard him say as you both walked slowly to you house. “well, i moved here two weeks ago. bit of a shock i’m not gonna lie, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to. Robin made me feel so welcomed so i’m happy to know someone” you said, a bit embarrassed that you just said how you felt to a person you just met. “well, Robin is a nice girl. she’s one of my best friends.” he replied, laughing a bit. it was nice to talk to him.

“well, this is me. thank you for walking me home Steve. i really appreciate it.” you said as your walked up the steps to your house and turned around. “no worries. it was nice talking to you. maybe we could hang out just us two some time?” he said in a questioning tone. you smiled lightly, “yeah, i would really like that. ask Robin for my number and call me whenever you want to meet up” you replied, your smile growing. “oh yeah i will. bye y/n” Steve said, walking backwards, a smile growing on his blushes face. “bye Steve” you said, walking into your house, you waved and closed the door gently. you leant your back on the door and smiled widely. “what a beautiful boy” you said, as your cheeks flushed a bright red colour.

[agaypanic]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a Malcolm x reader where the reader has really bad social anxiety/panic and Malcolm tries to help calm down and comforts them during and attack or something?

Only if you're comfortable though!!!

Thank you so much!:)

Let's Go (Malcolm Wilkerson X GN!Reader)

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Summary: Malcolm takes his partner to a party and to say they weren’t having a good time was an understatement.

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Y/n had no idea how the night did a complete turnaround like it did. They and their boyfriend Malcolm had gone to Cynthia’s with the other ex-Krelboynes for a party. Cynthia had hoped that more than just their small friend group would show up, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Y/n tried reassuring her that everyone was just early, but deep down, they hoped no one else would show.

But half an hour later, Cynthia’s house had become jam-packed with high schoolers that Y/n had most likely only seen in passing. Y/n quickly became overwhelmed as they pushed their way through the sea of bodies, straining their eyes to find Malcolm. He had gone to get food and never returned, so Y/n was trying to find him.

Attempts were futile. Malcolm was found in none of the rooms Y/n looked in, and if they found one of their friends, they said they had no idea where Malcolm was.

The amount of people around Y/n became too much for them. Eyes darting around to find the best escape plan, Y/n snuck through people and up the stairs. There were fewer people on the second floor, scattered in the hallway and going through different rooms. Y/n quickly went to the bathroom. Luckily, it was empty, so they went inside and locked the door behind them.

Y/n let out a shaky sigh, sliding down to the floor with their back against the door. If they had known so many people would be there, they would’ve declined Cynthia’s invitation or tried to convince Malcolm to hang out at one of their houses.

God, where was Malcolm right now? Y/n’s shaky hands (when did they start shaking?) reached for their phone, clicking on their boyfriend’s contact. They pressed the phone to their ear as it rang.

“Hello?” He picked up on the first ring, and Y/n sighed in relief as they recognized that the commotion through the phone matched what was happening downstairs, which meant that he was still somewhere in Cynthia’s house.

“Hey.” Y/n cleared their throat, trying to keep an even voice. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the living room. Where are you? I’ve been looking all over the place.”

“Bathroom.”

“I’ll be right there.” Then he hung up. A minute later, there was a knock on the door. Startled by the sudden noise, Y/n stood up and opened the door to see their boyfriend, who went from an awkward smile to concern as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, setting his plate of food down to rest his hands on Y/n’s arms. They nodded, lips forming a thin line as they tried to calm their nerves. Malcolm’s presence definitely helped. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” Their voice was meek, which only made Malcolm more unconvinced of their answer. He wordlessly wrapped his arms around them, which just seemed to push Y/n to the breaking point.

“It’s so loud here,” Y/n muttered, clinging to Malcolm’s jacket. “There’s so many people, and it’s like there’s barely any room.”

“We can go if you want.” He responded quickly. Malcolm was always the one to find a solution. 

“But I don’t wanna make you leave if you wanna be here. And I don’t wanna make Cynthia feel bad by leaving.” Malcolm pushed Y/n away just enough to see their face.

“I bet Cynthia would care more about how overwhelmed you’re feeling being here than you leaving to feel better.” He pushed some stray strands of hair out of his partner’s face. “And I don’t wanna stay here if I know you’re not having a good time, N/n. So let’s go.”

Y/n took a deep breath, wondering what they did to deserve someone like Malcolm.

“Where are we gonna go?”

“Anywhere you want.”

[mistydeyes]

Are your pairings still open? Feel free to ignore this if they aren't

Pronouns:

She/her

Appearance:

5ft tall (short as hell) and chubby.

I'm very Pale with freckles and green eyes. I have dyed black hair cut into a shag with bangs.

I'm very insecure about my body and kinda hate the way I look. I may have a slight eating disorder but Im usually fine. Currently trying to lose weight healthily.

I dress kinda alternative in blacks and am always wearing a bunch of jewelry. (Mostly ones I make). I am also always wearing boots (Often platform boots).

I wear tight pants both beacause they look good and I have sensory issues. I can't stand loose ones and mostly wear yoga pants.

Other:

I love to sew, crochet, make jewelry, draw etc... Basically anything where I get to create something. I love seeing an idea come to life. I'm constantly making things and I like to fidget with anything I get my hands on (meaning I have a habit of breaking stuff) (oops).

I constantly crave affection (but will never admit to that) I really love cuddling, and am definitely touch starved but anyone who knows that has figured it out themselves. Because for some reason my brain thinks I don't deserve any of it.

I am way too nice to everyone, even at my own expense and tend to Bury my emotions when I am in pain. I have Depression and some anxiety and tend to worry about if anyone I know actually likes me while simultaneously thinking that I don't deserve anyone to love me.

I am shy and awkward as heck. But I will talk your ear off if you get to know me.

I love all animals and have a particular fondness for the odd ones. Reptiles and fish are awesome but I love everything including worms that I will rescue from the sidewalk.

I own some fish and shrimp that I love. My plecos and my gecko are like my babies. Especially my boy Groot. He's an albino bristnose pleco and is very ugly, but I love him so much. My entire phone is photos of him and my leopard gecko Leo. (Resisting the urge to attach one) (nevermind) (I'm attaching photos of him, Leo, and my other pleco- Carlos)

I know a lot of random facts about animals and can rant for hours about my interests. Very passionate about animals and their care. Love all mine even if I might play favorites.

I'm also not super Great at reading social situations. Expecially flirting. I am so oblivious and unless someone is incredibly direct I won't notice it or think it's a joke.

I will gift people I like things I make. I make a lot of plushies in particular that I create. I love to see people happy

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish (a/n: ur lil pets are absolutely adorable!! i literally cannot get over how cute they are, thank you so much for including pictures of them)

How you met: The first time you and Johnny met was definitely a story that entertained all your friends. It all started when you were at the pet store buying crickets and mealworms for your geckos. As you inspected the container of dried insects, someone came up next to you. You first noticed his basket was full of a 5lb bag of dog food that he effortlessly held in one hand. The next was his smile that lit up is face as he looked at you. "I think a restaurant would be a better place to find food don't you think," he asked you and you were a little confused. "But these aren't for me, they're for my geckos," you corrected and his smile faltered a bit. "I uh was just saying maybe I could take you to a nice restaurant some time," he sheepishly said and rubbed the back of his neck as his face grew pink. You had a habit of being terrible at reading social situations and were blushing profusely. "OH, I'm sorry I'm really bad at telling when people are flirting with me," you corrected. "Don't worry, I'm Johnny by the way," he said as he shook your hand, "how about I give you my number and you can call me when you're free? It looks like you have a little army to feed." He wasn't wrong, you were rushing home to feed your babies and this was just meant to be a pit stop. He read out his number as you typed in his number on your phone. "And don't worry if you don't want to, I won't take it to heart," he joked and went to go pay for his things. You stared at your phone for a while as you looked at his contact name "Johnny AKA pick-up line guy."

A peek into your relationship: "Open it," you said excitingly as you pushed the box into Johnny's hands. You had been working on a gift for him for ages and were happy to finish it just as winter was approaching. You had tried your best to keep it a secret and delayed the project as Johnny would always find a way next to you. "Alright, alright, chill little lass," he said as he pulled apart the layers of gift wrap and the lid to a box. You watched intently as he grabbed the two items which sat on a pillow of tissue paper. "You've really outdone yourself, bonnie," he said as he pulled out a crochet hat and scarf. "Heard you can get cold when patrolling and I thought it would keep you warm," you smiled as he inspected the stitches. He eventually saw that you had sewn a little patch with a dog that looked similar to his. "Yer attention to detail is something else," he said as he tried on the set for you. You quickly grabbed your phone as you snapped a picture of him. "That one's a keeper," you said as you laid your head in his lap. He took this time to pepper your face with kisses as you laughed at his stubble brushing your face.

Months later when he was on deployment, you got a message from Ghost that showed the scenery of a snowy cliff and in the center of photo was Johnny bundled up with his scarf and hat.

[giggly-squiggily]

Do you have any advice for someone who wanna start writing but is too scared and don't know where to start

you seem really cool and your writing is truly amazing and I wish you a good day or night!

Hey anon! Firstly- thank you so much for the kind words! I appreciate them immensely, and I wish the same to you :) I'm not the best with advice, but I'll share what I've learned from my time here on Tumblr :3

Under the cut for length :3

Being scared is a completely valid feeling, especially when we're first starting out. Hell- it's still scary some days, and I've been doing this since October 2019 😅

I will say though- that fear gets easier to manage the longer you're doing it. What starts off as anxiety on whether or not people are gonna like your work turns into a feeling of excitement as you get ready to share your creation.

Does it make hitting the post button any easier? Sometimes. Are they're days where I wanna launch myself out a window after I press the post button and run Charlotte from Black Clover style?

You betcha! :D But when you love doing something, and you wanna do it bad enough, it's so worth it :) I think everyone here has felt those nervous jitters to some degree when we first started out in our little community (or whatever community you ultimately find yourself in), so you're never alone, anon :)

All that being said- there's never any pressure or time frame for when you're ready. Hobbies like writing are meant to be fun and relaxing, so if you know you're not ready to make your debut on Tumblr, you don't have to. When you are ready, you'll know- and you'll be able to hit that post button! All and all- I'm rooting for you, anon! I hope when you are ready to start writing here, you'll have only good times and an absolute blast! (And of course- if you ultimately choose to write for yourself alone and not post it- I hope that your writing journey is a fun one full of things you wanna write and see with your favorite characters and settings! :D)

As for where to start- that's ultimately up to you. I can't tell you how to start it, but I can give you some quick tips (And also- if anyone wants to hop into the replies and share their advice, please feel free to do so!)

1.) Formatting is key. It doesn't have to be anything fancy-shmancy; just be sure to space out paragraphs and use proper punctuation so your work is readable. Don't sweat over the occasional typo- I know my work is always littered with them ajejrajer; and if you ever need help with your writing- don't be afraid to reach out and ask :) There are plenty of us here who'll gladly help you out if you need it!

2.) Don't be afraid to interact with people. I've seen a lot of really cool peeps here in the community, and I can say for the most part we're pretty chill klerjkajkrjk I myself am fairly awkward in DMs but I don't bite unless you want me to (Jokes!...Unless 👀 karkekjlarkjlerkj) Okay but really- the best part about being in a community is having people around you who like similar things you do and to share ideas with. It can be a bit intimidating at times (especially if you're like me and have social anxiety plus you've been a fan of a lot of people prior to making a blog) but it's worth it. I'm truly grateful for the people I've met here in this community- both those who I talk to on a daily basis and those who I might only interact with on occasion :) It's a lot less scary once you get to know everyone here jkaekrjajkr :3

3.)The golden rule: Have fun with it. Highlight it, circle it, put Patrick Star in fishnets on it- this is the golden rule!!! Tumblr is a hellsite that can fall off the face of the planet at any given moment, so we might as well make our time here as fun as possible! :D

Going back to the whole writing for you thing- if there's fandoms you love and want to write for, do it! Is it niche? Write it anyway! Has anyone heard of it? Well, now they have, haven't they? Is there literally no demand for this fandom/character/setting? Well- if you want it, then there's your demand. Don't be afraid to change it up and make your blog/writing whatever feels best. Crack fics, serious fics, a combination of everything in between- whatever you feel like making, I say do it! :D As long as your having fun, that's all that matters!

Ultimately- how you go about your writing journey is your call, anon. I don't know if anything I said today helped, but I'm rooting for you and all the things you'll make. If you ever decide to make your writings public here on Tumblr, let me know- I'll gladly check them out! :D Take your time, have fun, curate your experience and kick some butt, friend!

[thenickelportrust]

Half-Sketch Sunday

So! I missed a few Sketch Sundays in the chaos that happened. I wanted to make these up, but doing a few rapid-fire drawings didn't seem good enough and doing a multitude of Sketch Sundays in one week didn't seem feasible.

So I thought it'd be fun to do something like a comic, but as I started experimenting with ideas I ended up with something that was a combination comic and dialogue-based story.

It contains some heavy spoilers for the plot of Model Citizens, which is why it's under the read-more, but I think it's a kind of fun and funky mix of visual and verbal storytelling.

I hope you all enjoy!!

(For clarity, I'm leaving one character's dialogue in bold, and the others unbolded)

"Do you remember when you first became a hero?"

"That's nice, but not what I meant."

 She turns, and looks at me. Her eyes are dark but they catch on the lamplight that illuminates the stone walkways weaving through the city park like veins. A steady stream of people, the greenery's bloodcells, normally flows through here. But so late at night? The park is quiet. The bench we sit on is quiet. 

"What do you mean, then?"

She's never been good with words. Actions, yes. Her actions always make it clear what she thinks and wants. That's part of why I've always enjoyed her company. I don't need words to know what she feels, and she doesn't require me to speak to say what I need. Which is a relief, really. I don't... like talking. Not because I'm not good with words in her way, the blunt way, the way that doesn't stick around long enough to see how deep the lashes her whiplike tongue has left. I've just never... liked talking. I get anxious. I worry my words aren't the right ones. 

"I feel like I never hear you talk about your life before-- what made you want to become a hero anyway?"

 "I... like helping people?"

"Yeah, ok, but there are ways to do that that don't involve life or death scenarios. You could've been a social worker, a therapist, a surgeon--"

"Surgeons can still deal with life or death scenarios"

"You know what I mean."

I crack a smile, and lean forward on my knees with my hands locked between my legs. The night air is cold. It isn't winter-cold yet, so I can't see my breath puff out from my lips and there's no icy tingle at my exposed fingertips. The cold is still gentle enough that it doesn't break through the cotton on my arms. It just presses against me, like a hug.

"... it depends on the type of surgeon, anyway."

Where I lean forward she leans back, receding against the bench. Her leather jacket bunches where her elbows cross. Neither of us are good with words, so sitting and talking like this, even if we know each other so well, is still a little awkward. You'd think after so many years we'd learn how to speak to one another. You'd think I would know what my best friend is asking me. I feel like I should, too... and yet.

"What do you mean, then? Before I became a hero?"

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"I mean before you became a hero! I really don't know how to be clearer than that."

"Okay-- okay! I'm sorry... but, like, what about before?"

"I dunno! God, do I have to spell it out for you? What was your life like? What pushed you to start? What made you come here?"

When we first met I would wince at the harshness of her tone. Now I just laugh in the face of her irritation. Which, granted, doesn't help her look any less irritated. 

"Okay, okay. Nosy... Well, as for what 'pushed me to start'..."

...

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"You ok?"

"Huh?"

"You went silent."

"Oh, did I? I didn't notice."

"... okay. You sure you're okay?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. Why?"

"I dunno. Your face just went, like, blank?"

"Well, geez, thanks. I was thinking."

"Yeah, uh, for a concerning amount of time."

"Oh... was I quiet for that long?"

"A bit."

"Oh."

"You're saying that a lot."

"Oh-- uh-- wait."

"Hey. You're not feeling bad, are you? You looked like you were about to collapse for a moment there."

"No, no, I'm fine. Just... blanked for a second. Got hard to think. What was your question?"

"I asked what made you become a hero."

It's like shaking an old television until the static stops. I don't even notice when I start thinking again-- don't notice when I stopped. The only thing I can compare it to is falling asleep, how you don't know you're asleep until you wake up again. Here I am, waking up again in the dead of night. Thinking again. I don't know how to describe it. I'm not good with words.

What made me become a hero?

"Woah!"

"Hey, you ok? You almost fell off the bench there."

"... Erin? Hey, Erin. Look at me."

"Look alive, buddy-- come on,"

"Hey, there you are. You ok?"

"Can you speak? Did you have a fucking-- did you have a stroke or something?"

"Ugh, no, I didn't--"

"There she is. You ok? What the hell happened?"

"Sorry..."

"You're... not looking so good. Come on, I think we need to get you back. Here, just... lean on me, okay? Let's get you back home." 

I'm not sure what to say.  I'm not even really sure what happened. My mind is fuzzy and dulled, like I drank too much-- but I haven't drunk anything. Her hand is solid against the base of my spine, and steadies me as I stand. The more I walk, the more awake I feel, the more it all just fades behind me. Left on the park bench.

We follow the vein out onto the city streets. We leave the park empty, bled dry of its people. Quiet.

[pennysgaypoems]

A story of two little lesbians (part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 This story on AO3

Elle and Liz looked at each other in a bit of an awkward pause. Impressingly Elle was the one to break the silence: "…do you mind if I now talk, uhm, gender?" Liz nodded warmly. "Well, I have known for about a year and questioned myself ever since I learned what being trans is soon after I graduated high school." Elle looked away: "I.. I didn't know at all before. M-maybe the bad stereotype-y stuff on tv but nothing actually based in fact. I just… hated random things about myself and thought it… it was about me hating being overweight." Elle made a pained face, Liz worriedly cocked her head to the side. After clearing her throat Elle continued: "In any way I don't want to focus on that stuff anymore. Whenever I can, uhm, f-fully be a girl in my own room I can, like… live? I guess, I am kinda starting to break free into something beautiful, you know?"

Melissa put down her drink she just took a sip from and nodded once again: "The beauty of self discovery, hmm? I am so happy for you that you found out who you are and want to be." Elle smiled: "Well, it is an endless process I guess… Not quite sure where I want to be at the end but I'm a big step closer towards it, I think." - "Fair. It truly never ends, right? " Now Liz was the one looking away. After gazing out of the window at the beautiful late morning sun for a second she continued: "Every time you think you got it figured out it gets more complicated." Elizabeth expected her to continue but Liz did not elaborate. Elle didn't have the best social skills but even she understood that Liz was reminded of something bad right now so she clumsily changed topics: "You also asked about my transition and I can proudly proclaim: I've got my indication!"

Liz looked back at Elle and smiled. She didn't know how medically transitioning in germany worked so she had absolutely no clue what that meant: "Awesome!! So what's next then?" - "My endocrinologist took some blood samples to ensure hormones won't harm me and if so we'll get started in a few weeks!" Elle wanted this to be something happy to distract Liz but telling the first non medical professional in her life made her voice crumble. She looked down and repeated herself, sobbing a bit with a smile: "Liz, I will get started in a few weeks! Soon I will finally be a cute girl!!" – “Elle, you obviously are a cute girl already."

Liz started moving her hands towards Elle's, glancing at her eyes to silently ask for consent. Elle nodded and put one a bit forward to accept the offering. Liz took Elle's hand into hers and held them: "Don't you ever doubt that again, yeah? True cute girliness comes from inside. And you're one of the cutest girls I have ever met." Liz chuckled a bit: "Also it takes one to know one!" If Elle's testosterone hadn't blocked her ability to shed actual tears she would have now lost it completely. Instead she just sniffled a bit and whispered: "Th- thank you. That means so much to me. And y-you are v-very cute too, y-yeah."

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

You know this was coming sweet tits!

Oh I forget to mention in the questions but the majority of these all about my favorite story in the world meant to be 💚💜💙🧡❤️

1 Did your Cash Story idea just appear in your head or did you want to write a Cash story and than the idea came to you?

2 What does your planning/outline look like? And how long did you plan before beginning to write?

3 What has been your favorite part to write so far?

4 Will you be upset or happy when you post your last chapter?

5 How much do you relate to the main charter?

6 What part has been your least favorite to write so far?

7 when do you do the majority of your writing and where.

8 What was one of the most surprising things you learned about yourself while writing.

9 Any advice for people who want to start writing fanfiction or writers who want to improve their writing.

10. Do you have any ideas for your next story yet?

Okay, it is 6 am, Forbidden Door is tonight, and I am in Cash Mode (as usual)...I am REALLY excited to answer these!

1. To be honest, I can't really remember. Before I started writing, I've looked for Cash fanfics (I'm not sure if anyone has noticed yet, but I am a bit in love with the man), and there were...not many, even when I searched for Dash Wilder. Still, not a lot going on, and mostly smut. Then, "Weirdo" lived in my head for several weeks before I wrote it down. And I'm gonna tell you this now, everyone who likes Meant To Be (including myself) owes it to @elefrog25-blog. One of my first followers, the very first one to reblog, and the first one to ever leave a comment on my writing, for Weirdo. This encouraged me so much, because I thought 'Hey, maybe I'm not so bad after all. Maybe I should keep going.' And then came Meant To Be. I remember thinking there are not enough stories for him, so I decided to fill the void. It is always funny to me when some people say they like my Cash stories the most because, well, there are not many other options. You just have to live with what I come up with. 🤷🏼‍♀️

2. I'm gonna tell you a little secret. Before I started, I did an 'outline' that looked like this: 20 Chapters. (I wanted it to be long, but was afraid if I put a higher number, I'd get scared and just don't start writing.) 1-5: getting to know each other, relationship stuff (kiss, lovey dovey), 5-10: she becomes a part of the Pinnacle, is on TV, 10-15: something dramatic happens (not gonna tell you what, because I am still debating with myself if it'll happen or not), 15-20: happy ending, return to TV.

That's it. And I did not stick to it at all. It didn't make sense for the Reader to be in the Pinnacle, she never was a wrestler. I took way longer just for the first kiss. After that, I did no more outline... everything just lives in my head now. And I honestly think this is better. At least, for me.

3. The first chapter was a lot of fun because the whole time, I was like "Fuck Yeah, you're really doing it!" But I think the chapter I enjoyed writing most was the fifth, the one with the brother's suicide. Because that was the one where I thought I wanted this to not just be lovey dovey shit, I wanted this to be serious as well. With an actual story, not just "they were so in love, so they did this. Then they were even more in love, and did that". It was also the one chapter that was defining in a way because I didn't know if ya'll wanted potential drama. Luckily, you did. Noone sent me a nasty comment or anything.

4. I will be sooooooo upset. Meant To Be is all consuming for me. It lives in my head day and night. I sit at work and think about what could and should be. I lay in bed and think about it. I drive and think about it. I fear I'll feel empty once everything's said and done.

5. First chapter, that is me. 100%. Rock music, socially awkward, a loner, reading. That. Is. Me. And then it changed. I don't know how that went down, but it changed. She's bold, like I would've never kissed Cash first. He'd have to initiate it or it would've been the end of the story. No kiss ever.

That being said, I still throw a bit of myself in there. The book Cash gets for his birthday IS my favorite book. When they're in the mall, she drinks a milkshake because I love them. That kind of stuff is still me, and the readers might not notice these things, but I smile while writing them down. So no harm done, right?

6. Thirteen, the fight. Because the readers might have read that once and were a bit upset, but I have been fighting with Cash for a week in my head. Over and over again, until it made all sense and was leading into the direction I wanted it to. In the first version of the fight, reader didn't leave, they talked it out right there. Wasn't bad enough for my liking, so I started the fight in my head again. When I got to the point of writing it down, I was already exhausted.

Then, I am re-reading all my stuff a few times, tweaking it a bit if necessary. I did that here as well. Make Cash so angry he actually cries. Would any sane person react like this or that? No, it would be said like this (minor change, re-reading again.) Yes, better now. But bad enough yet?

That's what I'm doing...and the fight got to me.

7. I write most of my stuff really early or late at night. When it's early, I am sitting at the dining table to write, when it's late, I am in bed. That is for Meant To Be. For everything else: any place, any time. I have brought my tablet to work, and wrote in my 15 minute breaks. I'm sitting in our garden, watching our dogs goof around and something comes to my mind, I'll write it down on my phone. Anywhere, anytime.

8. As you know, best girl, I am kind of old and almost middle-aged, and I tend to forget things. Not for Meant To Be. I remember every detail. So I learned that me forgetting things is not because of my age, but because I am not invested enough. I simply don't care. Which is both relieving and quite disturbing. Mostly relieving though. Other than that, I don't think I have learned much about myself.

Oh no, wait, I have learned one more thing. I don't like to call wrestlers by their real name. I actually did that in the first one shot because I like it when other people do it. And then I felt weird about it. I don't know Daniel, I only ever get to see Cash. Even though I feel they are basically the same person, I just don't know for sure. So I write for Cash. Not Daniel. Even though Cash is a strange name and you can't have any progress with it. (Just imagine meeting Daniel, who becomes Dan over time because you get to know and like him, and then he turns into Danny when it's just the two of you...I love that kind of storytelling. And I can't do it with 'Cash')

9. Just start writing. Start with one shots because they are easier, less planning or backreferencing. Just some fun short stories. I'm not sure how other people do it, but I daydream a lot. That's where the ideas come from, but if you can't think of anything, use prompt lists if you need inspiration. I haven't used any (I'm not sure if it is the right thing for me), but some are really amazing. Write for characters you know and like, it makes everything easier and your writing will be better for them. Don't push yourself too hard. If you're stuck, you're stuck. Take a break, because nothing great will come out of it when you have to force it. Ask your favorite writers for advice, they are nice people and happy to support, at least that was the case when I asked for help. Oh, and read your stuff before you post it, because sometimes it sounded good in your head, but it does not 'on paper'.

For longer stories...know your shit, but don't try to write a biography for the wrestler you want to write for. And interlink your chapters, do some foreshadowing, bring back little details when they make sense.

Let me try to explain the first part a little better. I think Meant To Be works for me, because I have watched and read almost every interview with Cash there is. I just know little random facts about him. And I am one petty bitch. Like when his brother called him in Chapter 13, I was almost 100% sure he has a brother called James, and he calls him Jay. He mentioned that in his podcast with Renée. But I wasn't totally certain. So I looked it up again, found the bit where he talked about him. Turns out I was right, but I needed to know for sure. I don't even know if anyone notices these things, but they matter to me. But, I am not part of his life, so I only know what he let's us fans know.

Do I know that his stepfather was an ass and he basically ran away from home? Yes, because he said that.

Do I know if there was any domestic violence? No, because he didn't say that. That is my 'artistic freedom'. It makes sense to me, so I wrote it.

(Edit: I'd also like to say, because that is one thing someone has complained about. In my opinion, the book club meetings are not OOC, Cash said in UpUpDownDown that he loved reading as a kid, and is a Harry Potter fan. So I don't think it's out of place. Extra Bonus for me: he also said that he had read 'A Tale of Two Cities' and enjoyed it. Which is the book the reader has in chapter 1. So joke's on you, anon, whoever you are. 😏)

10. For one shots? Yes. Many. For a longer story? No. And I am not sure if there will be another multi chapter story. Ever. Because I know no one else as well as Cash. Kenny might be my number 2, but I have no desire for writing a longer story about him. Maybe Trent, but I do not know enough about him (yet). But there isn't any story planned in the near future. It's just Meant To Be right now.

[nightwatch-ithaqua]

eh, not my preference, and i seriously doubt we share any servers anyways because.. well, we arent really in any because we dont like being social, and we certainly arent in any big official ones. one on one convo like dms or discord tend to not work very well for situations like this because, as i mentioned, socially awkward and from that point on itd fully be on the other person to keep anything going since we dont really like reaching out firsf to people we arent close with.

ill be honest, they kind of did scare me off a tiny bit lmao, i dont like being told to quiet myself down in any way even if its completely true and necessary haha .. but eh, ill try a bit harder nonetheless.

i thought of two new things, the ears on the hood and the mask. personally if you asked me whether the ears were real or not i honestly couldnt really tell you.. i could move and feel them like actual ears but when the hood comes off theres nothing there lol. my mask was also like that for some reason, by all means just .. a normal mask, but it worked more like my actual face when i wore it. eyes moved and blinked, could make expressions and open my mouth etc.. crazy (shrugs)

🪷

Yeah I mean. We have ADHD so we forget about people we aren't close with so fast it's not even funny anyway.

And like if you aren't comfortable then like, you aren't comfortable. That's okay.

As for my mask, the only thing that I moved were my eyes. In headspace me and the others can move the ears to express ourselves but we couldn't like.. actually in our own bodies. Sometimes we can emote with the mask in the headspace too but like again, not in our bodies. Something about life in the headspace has to be extra expressive for us because we don't have an inner voice to hear each other.

So a lot of our communication is via images or emotions or thoughts. Unfortunately this leads to a lot of us also accidentally invading each other's memories but we've worked on controlling that better.

Also I get you. We're always told we talk too much. Marshmallow is.. he's always so stressed coming out from doing headspace stuff he fronts alone on purpose or with some of our more mute or semi verbal alters so he can have company but also sit in silence.

Dyslexia does make it harder to read for sure but I'm just excited to get an ask.

I have less suspicions about you now though so I'll tell you about the emoji and why I held off saying anything.

That emoji you sign off with has been the same emoji sitting in our discord status for quite some time.

I held off on telling you because awhile back a group of bullies tried to accuse us of being racist and supporting slavery despite no proof (what worried us was that people seemed to believe them anyway). All because we used Pluralkit on discord and they didn't like that. Yeah our attitude got a bit hostile and we became extremely on edge and our abusers kept trying to make themselves sound innocent like we shouldn't just assume they were being mean. And I doubted myself really bad, I kept wondering if we were just digging this hole but we also remember that it literally started with them attacking us.

There was even one instance where they tried to bait an alter of ours into flirting with a minor. It failed of course, not only because they were a minor and part of this group, but even if they were an adult we don't like our alters being sexualized and we most certainly aren't interested in our attackers, attacker's supporters or some random strangers we don't even know.

So I was wary that somehow you using this emoji meant that you were one of them. Not to mention you being a minor. Needless to say I'm still on edge since you're not opening up about your discord but those ARE your boundaries. And frankly we insist on always respecting boundaries.

Being a system is shitty and us being so open about it does unfortunately put a target on our back. But we look at it a few different ways. One, we show other potential systems whether or not this is a safe space to engage so they can decide from there. But two, most importantly for our sakes, we can find out who our real friends will be.

It's less exhausting than masking and coming forward about it and then all the "I don't understand why can't you be one person" "who was fronting the most" "okay so who's [username]" etc. or even them secretly starting to make fun of us behind our backs. Though that can happen either way.

[todaysthinks]

Wedding Cake strain -- stream of consciousness review and panic advice

Start time of this writing: 10:24 PM

First thoughts about wedding cake having taken my last hit about 18 minutes ago: my head is heavy, I can't find the words I need, but I feel compelled to write. I started writing something completely different and just deleted it all because I couldn't find the right words. I just wanted to make sure it came out sounding not-curated at all.

About 20 minutes in, my head isn't heavy any more, and as I look at the screen my peripherals turn mushy. For the last few moments my heart felt like it was racing and I had to take a quick break to check. It wasn't- the effects of this high

-- 10:37: a firework just went off VERY close to the house. Holy hell that made me JUMP! I guess this strain is a jumpy strain because I felt the pop inside my gut. The house is quiet and I'm in the zone, and even though I'm not -fearful- I'm still shaking from the adrenaline. I'll have to be mindful of that.

What I was going to say is, there is a "gassy feeling, if having gas felt like an insides massage" kind of effect that spreads through the middle of your head first and then right after you start to feel it there, you'll feel it in your solar plexus area. Then it spreads upward through your chest and connects to the spread that started in your head. They've about connected and it's getting harder to type. I'm aware of the awkward angle of my wrists right now and sitting up stiff and straight is surprisingly easy.

If my nose is correct I mostly smell citrus and gasoline and a stinky nose tickle. *checking* "Rich and tangy with undertones of earthy pepper," says Leafly. Close enough? I get lots of caryophyllene and probably limonene. I'm not sure where the sedative effect comes from- there's something that smells familiar but that I can't identify. It's allergy season and nonstop storms, so I'll blame it on the stuffiness today.

-- 10:46 more fireworks, and some very angry little birdies outside all squealing about it, lol!

It is hard to get up but I need to. This feels like a strain that will give me the low blood pressure drowsy as soon as I stand up. Where your vision fades and you get heavy for ten seconds? Low pressure strain. I'll have to watch out for it too if that is indeed what this is.

At this point, my body feels.... tight. How else can I explain this? like a balloon exactly my size but 1 square mm of surface area more being inflated inside my body. It fits snug and feels comfy. I can't tell *where* the high lies... in my muscles? I for sure feel it marinating in my back muscles. Normally if I sit too long, one of my deep core guys starts to spasm and it makes me jolt. But that isn't happening right now! (I'll come back and update this if at some point I fall asleep with some still in my system.)

My guy is waking up from a nap and I'm telling him about what I'm up to. I am word dumb. It is extremely hard to put sentences together. I don't recommend it as a social strain unless you're cool with feeling a little awkward. This is definitely a "get your brain latched onto something" strain. I'd love it at a concert (during the concert part only, not the in-between chit chat time). I have yet to see how it will affect art. Update: 11:21, oneish hour after starting this post, words are coming back in small doses!

This strain *thankfully* doesn't bring me to a place of deep ponderings. I say thankfully because I meant to smoke *way* earlier and if it's too dark or eerie outside my mind starts freaking me out. None of that. I feel mostly being present-ness and not a strong need to talk. I'm also thankful that it doesn't make me deep think because I am extremely enjoying the body and ease-of-digital-expression effects, and if it was a strain that makes me susceptible to going to the dark place then it will go on a !huge! list of strains that feel nice/give me creative visions, but also make me go to the bad place. So, this is a nice change.

I'm not really thinking about anything in particular at all. This will be very helpful for sleep time, but it's getting reeeally heady. Which means if it's still in me during sleep time, my head will feel painful pressure and I won't be able to sleep. Will update tomorrow.

Things I will try next time: seeing how playing keyboard and music writing goes. I feel very...... stable. :) And craving tater tots.

If you are on the verge of a panic attack smoking this strain and need a sitter: Try to get yourself to a place where there's a constant, predictable, maybe low-mid volume sound going on around you. The sparkly sensation you feel in your face and ears is supposed to happen! Realize that this isn't a strain that will take you to dark places without some help from yourself. So, all you have to do is get distracted by doing something with your hands, not something that you have to think about too much. Just something you can get sucked into. You might be a little word-dumb so try to keep it brief and don't get sucked into any "I'd like you to meet someone"s. It has been about an hour and 25 minutes and the effects are starting to chill out.

End time: 11:26 PM

[jin0]

Hiii. I'm in love with your writing and your blog, ngl I'm kinda flying blind here I honestly don't know how to write this but I'm gonna try.

I'm Indian, I'm 5'9, I'm always anxious(thanks childhood trauma) I'm an extroverted introvert. I'm very sarcastic, I love animals, not to sound cocky or anything but I'm really smart. And I'm bad at showing affection(its not that I don't want to I just don't know how) . I feel like I'm oversharing.

can you maybe add some smut if that's not too much to ask.

Please and thank you <33333

hi sweets, thank you for the support !! and don't worry, if you're smart and you know it, you're not cocky, just an honest girlboss 🤷🏾‍♀️ !! since you mentioned smut, im bringing you the absolute god of sex !!

to you i give :

ari levinson !!

it wasn't part of his plan, not that he didn't like giving you presents, but this one was definitely biting him in the ass.

ari was like a giant teddy bear, which inherited him the nickname 'bear' from you. you, on the other hand, you were pearl, because his first present to you was one he'd found himself in the ocean.

to go back to his issue, ari was a giant teddy bear who lived on affection, which you weren't good at. you always felt like you were either too awkward or cringe when you were affectionate, it didn't feel natural or genuine. that didn't deter him from desiring you as if it was his only job in life. because to him it was. he liked to say he was made to love you just like you were made to love him, only in your own ways.

he was lucky to be able to receive the acted kind of affection, it would be silent in your most intimate moments that you'd do your very best. you'd crawl to him for cuddles or hug his back and raise yourself on your toes to kiss his nape. you'd grab his arm and hug it close to your chest in social settings or simply hold one of his fingers in your fist. these little things specially made for him, he adored them.

but he couldn't help but be jealous on the occasions where you'd show small slivers of affection to anyone else. or anything else. like that kitten that he brought home. a small tiny kitten found in a box outside of his company. he told his driver to take him to a clinic before coming to make sure the small pet would be fine and then took it home.

he expected you to be awkward at first but as soon as you saw the little guy, you rushed to him, grabbing it so delicately, he thought you'd take hours before actually touching it.

after that started the problem. this little thing was syphoning all your time and affection. he wasn't getting anything from you and it had only been a week. he could feel the kitten mock him everytime you turned your back. they'd stare into each other's eyes and he could swear he would see the cat smirk. he wasn't crazy. not at all.

now would he mention anything ? never. ari was a grown man after all. he was a lot of things that would have people envy him. he was a winner and having you was his biggest blessing. your happiness was his happiness and if the kitten made you happy, then it was okay.

but the line was crossed when after an exhausting day of running a company and teaching college students he came home. he had hoped for take out, a relaxing bath for the both if you and maybe getting lost inside you to finish with cuddles. but no. absolutely fucking not.

what did he get ? a fucking cat. you in bed, all snuggled and cute in his clothes. with the little hell raiser in your arms.

it wasn't enough to take you away during the day, this little shit had to take you away at night too. and he knew it was bad when as soon as he tried to cuddle you, you moved out of the way to cuddle the kitten further.

this meant war.

but first, he'd teach you a little lesson on depriving him.

he had been childish, maybe, or just really in love and needy for you. no matter how he phrased it, all that mattered was that he needed a refill on his dose of affection. and he was a big junkee for the kind of affection only you could give.

which is why he found legitimacy in ripping (gently, obviously) the little fella out of your hands and waking you up. usually he'd be cooing at you for looking so cute out of sleep and whining to be left alone. you were a sleeper, a big one, and that's why he loved to watch you sleep.

but right now, your sleep wasn't in question. he'd keep you awake and aware of how deprived he was.

starting with your sweet pussy that he had desperately missed so much while you'd been too busy tending to the demonic kitten. you were barely awake enough to register what was going on that he wasted no time in useless discussions, making a show of his strength when he ripped off your panties and dove right in.

you were still soft and warm from your sleep, your body was quickly overwhelmed by the many things happening around you. as soon as his tongue touched your folds you were begging for more, like he intended.

for the hours to come, he'd suck on your juices, lapping up your wetness and kissing your soft bud with the tip of his lips. you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it but the feeling of numbness in your legs was making itself more and more present. his large palms would leave your fleshy thighs to reach up to your tits and vigorously mold them in his hands. he never let his eyes leave you, always trained on you as he tortured your poor body.

the tears of pleasure and overstimulation had been flowing, feeling his fingers dig into your ass and keep you perfectly placed against his mouth that you'd been riding uncontrollably. his tongue, pushing deep into your insides had been roaming around, looking for the way to have you melt into him a little more.

your hands gripping onto his strands of hair, you could feel his eyes burning holes into you, watching like a hawk and taking in all your reactions. the cries of the kitten and the sounds of his scratching on the door had died down, the poor thing asleep behind the door. good, it was just you and him now.

"a-ah ! ah ! f-fuck, fuck, fuck ! ari ! ari please ! p-please bear ! please can't ! c-can't make too much noise ! the kitten !" you mewled, arching your back and pushing your dripping mound on his face.

that's what he wanted, to have you desperate and begging for him. he'd be exactly like that for you and it was only fair to have you reciprocate. it didn't matter that you'd been begging, that you'd been through three violent orgasms and that the fourth one was already making your legs shake. none of that mattered, he needed you.

but you mentioning the cat brought out the very beast in him that wouldn't stop turning you over until your brain knew him and only him. he'd keep you loud and cumming for a while.

"oh god ! oh please no ! no more ari ! p-please, fuck ! can't take it !" you cried out.

when said orgasm came, your thighs shook violently, your clit swollen and trembling just as hard. you thought it would over, you were wrong.

he didn't give you anytime to feel it fully, to recover, to catch your breath. as you squirmed on the mattress whimpering loudly, all drunk on pleasure and needing for him to be close again. you could feel his fingers caress your thighs and part them open but you were so far gone, you couldn't think of it for now.

"my poor pearl, poor lovely girl... you need to get properly fucked don't you ? you miss me too baby ? my tongue can't be enough. you want me to have you cockdrunk and crying for my cum don't you pearl ? it's okay, i'm here to deliver." he groaned in your ear, his fingers sliding in between your thighs and pushing on the bite marks he had left on you everytime you tried to crawl away from his tongue.

you cried out again, biting your lip as hard as you could when his fingers slipped inside you to part you open. your orgasm was still rocking your senses when you felt his heavy, dripping tip push inside you and stretch you open.

fuck, you had completely forgotten how big ari was. his cock heavy and pulsating, you could feel each vein and bump on his shaft. pulsating violently, the girth had been engraving itself inside you. your poor hole felt like it was being used for the first time around him.

he kept pushing inside you, your body trembling so much more at the intrusion and feeling him bite into your soft collarbones. his palms were caressing your breasts, massaging them while he made sure to keep himself fully and nicely held inside you. your walls were cradling his cock so nicely, he felt just about ready to cum.

"fuck, you feel that pearl ? feel how nicely you're milking my cock already ? can't fucking think straight with your pretty pussy begging for me to abuse her. bet she's missed me too. didn't you pearly girl ?" he smiled, rubbing his thumb against your clit.

the look in his eyes was telling, he wouldn't let you breath anytime soon and he'd make sure you felt him for days.

and ari levinson was a man of his words. even more for you.

it was beyond fucking you deep, you were being properly railed by this massive bear like man above you. he'd been so rough, so attentive but also primal. you were being bred by the man above you.

with a god like stamina, you couldn't help but be impressed by his cock staying so hard and thick all throughout the encounter. you could feel his cum dripping all around your walls and staining your insides. the creamy ropes he'd left all in had destroyed your brain. you were his cockdrunk little pearl, perfectly made to bed for him.

"feel that pearl ? feel how much cum i had in store for you ? all that, just for you. it's all for you. my big fat cock's just for you, and so is all that cum. you needed it, loads of cum dripping out of that sweet cunt." he grunted, pushing your face into the mattress and stuffing your swollen pussy full.

you'd been drooling and moaning into the sheets, feeling his sack slapping against your bud and sending jolts of electricity into your entire body.

"aaah, ah ! a-ari, ari please ! more, gimme more ! need your cum, please bear ! wanna be stuffed ! p-please bear !" you whined, pushing yourself on him.

he chuckled, you were truly cockdrunk now, just like he was truly pussy whipped. his humongous girth parting you open and forging you around him, he truly was desperate for your juices too.

when the first rays of the sun started peeking, he'd been slowly pushing his cum into you still. no more rough fucking but soft and slow cockwarming to sooth your shaking body. his lips, soft and warm, had been kissing your shoulder while his firm hands held your waist to grind you onto his shaft.

you were juggling between being asleep and awake, waking up each time his cock would graze your cervix (which was probably bruised by now).

"don't like it when you deprive me pearl, and that cat will not be getting more attention than me. hope you get that now, but i'll be happy to teach you again. know you need my cock like that from time to time." he whispered, kissing your cheek as you nodded obediently.

he'd take advantage of your post orgasm neediness to keep you to himself. that would be his win against the cat.