#but thank u for being so vulnerable to share this just to help me! i really appreciate it

[dovesnest]

hey i've been in a psych ward in southeast europe. it was necessary, and it fucking sucked. genuinely, no one mistreated me, it's just that the doctors have very little time for each individual patient and i was truly at rock bottom. and overall. it still saved my life. it was a safe unchanging environment with a routine and people who knew what i was going through. it was weird being the youngest there at 21, it was weird getting the pills from the nurses in tiny paper envelopes one at a time, it was weird and sucky and uncomfortable as fuck. if it came to that again, tho, i would do it again bc my alternatives were all so much worse. i wish you so so so much luck and wellbeing, stay strong, mwahmwah from another mentally ill girlie.

this is v v helpful information thank u so much!!

[norrizzandpia]

hello, firstly i would like to say ur writing is phenomenal!! secondly i wanted to request something like the reader having some insecurities or just social media making her feel unworthy of lando thank u 🫶🏼

Ive been hanging onto this request for a while bc i love these scenarios bc they hit so close to home and I always need to be in the right mindset for them and now i am!

Love You the Way I Do (LN4)

Summary: When Y/n starts to pull back, Lando knows exactly what to do.

Warnings: insecurities, talks of not being good enough, language

Note: the reason ive been so mia on here is because ive just been in such a bad slump and not feeling good about myself or feeling good enough in general and im starting to get out of it with a lot of time focusing on myself but i really miss it on here so im using this as a way to kind of help me cope a bit with what ive been going through recently

Y/n was never good with her emotions. Discussing them and trying to work on them, she could never reach a certain level of comfortability with the people in her life that allowed her to be that vulnerable with them. Her parents, friends, and other family members had to pry words out of her when it was clear she was struggling and no amount of therapy sessions had cured the vicious cycle. However, Lando’s peaceful presence in her life had shifted the way she operated, allowed her to open up more easily with the way he would hold her until she was ready.

He was patient, almost strategic, when it came to getting through to her. Past moments of darkness where she would try to shut him out, try to be alone in the agony, were lessons in which ways worked best to get her to realize that he was there for her, waiting with open arms and constantly ready to listen.

Easing her mind, that was Lando’s job and he was damn good at it.

He could always tell when there was a war going on beneath the walls of her head. When she would go quiet or laugh just a bit less, he caught on fast. Just like now, as he sat on the couch in their shared apartment and watched her talk to her sister on the phone in the kitchen, Lando clocked the way she wasn’t as smiley, as excited to talk to one of her favorite people in the world.

“Thursday? No, I can’t do Thursday. I’ve got some stuff to do.” She mumbled into the speaker. Lando could hear her sister respond, something about Y/n being too busy, but he couldn’t truly digest the words, too engrossed in his own mind wondering what she had Thursday.

If he remembered correctly, she had nothing scheduled.

The second sign; distancing herself from people close to her and staying inside unhealthily.

She paced the room, rounding each corner of the counter as she bit the nail on her thumb, “Friday, no… next Monday, no… next Wednesday, no…”

Their conversation continued that way until her sister gave up on trying to find a date, muttering about letting her know when the next date Y/n was available was, and hung up. His girlfriend set the phone down on the marble, head falling forward as she huffed out a breath.

“You okay, love?” He spoke, voice hesitant as to not startle very clearly something loud in her mind.

She turned her eyes, squinting at him lightly before whispering, almost too quietly, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

A tired Y/n, Lando knew, warranted clinginess. That was her usual way of remedying exhaustion, curling up in his arms wherever he was and partaking in a Power Nap. Although, there was none of that as she walked out of the kitchen, turning a corner and disappearing behind their bedroom door.

Third sign; shutting Lando out, the one he hated the most.

He scrolled through his phone for a minute more, not wanting her to know he had already realized her turmoil. He wanted her to believe that his comfort was not out of pity, but love.

When the clock reached an even number, he got up from his seated position and pattered over to their door, knocking lightly.

“Y/n? Can I come in?” He said, though there was no response. He creaked the door open, seeing her frame turned away from him as it laid on their bed, her phone illuminating the room.

Because of the darkness and the only light coming from her phone, he could easily see what she was looking at. It was as clear as day and the reason for her distance, however painful, became apparent.

A twitter thread of why Luisa was better for Lando than Y/n.

It broke his heart.

He stood for a moment, taking in the scene before him and breathing deeply, and deciding his plan of action. It only took him a few seconds, although, he knew exactly what he wanted to say to her.

Lando approached her side of the bed and when his footsteps reached the ears of his beloved, she turned her phone off quickly. He kneeled down beside her, dried tears on her cheeks not going unnoticed by him. His hand cradled the side of her face that wasn’t pushed into her pillow and he kissed her forehead.

“Baby, I saw what you were looking at.” He whispered into the quiet. His green eyes bore into hers as she willed the knot in her throat to dissipate.

Lando gently took her phone from her hands, sliding it off the bed and setting it on the night stand next to him. He nudged her shoulder, signaling for her to move over so he could squeeze into her side of their massive bed. When he laid down, his arms wrapped tightly around her frame, squeezing the skin and warming it as she nuzzled her head into his chest.

“Why are you doing this to yourself? You know they’re wrong.” He tried.

Y/n pulled away from his chest, looking up at him and using her voice, albeit wobbly, “Do I know they’re wrong? Lan, you mean so much to so many people in this world, people you don’t even know the names of.”

He nodded, “Okay, yes, what does that have to do with this?”

She sniffled, “There are so many other women that could compliment you better. Women that people know the name of. Women that have made their mark on this world just like you have. I will never be able to be what you need me to be.”

Lando shook his head, her words outrageous in his mind because she was already everything he needed, just as she was.

“Y/n, what? What are you even saying? That’s crazy. You mean everything to me. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t care about anyone else, anything else. You compliment my life and my happiness perfectly. That’s all that matters.”

Wetness formed beneath her eyes once more and began to fall freely as she toyed with the hem of his shirt, “What if you wake up one day and realize that Luisa is better suited for the life you lead? What if one day you wake up and I am no longer good enough for you?”

Lando gaped at her, truly at a loss for words. In his mind, everything she was saying was so incredibly wrong, she couldn’t be farther from the truth. However, from the sadden look in her eyes, he could tell that she fully believed the things flying from her mouth. That idea, the thought that she was scared one day he would no longer cherish her in the way he does now, made him all the more determined to remind how much she matters to him and how that will never change.

“Y/n, stop. Listen to yourself. Have I ever made you feel inadequate?” He questioned, staring at her fiercely as if what she was saying made him defensive. It did in a way. He was defensive of the love he had for her, taking shame in the fact that he had made her feel as though their relationship would end.

She shook her head as he brought his fingers up to wipe at the tears still falling down her skin, “No, but-”

He brought his pointer finger to her lips, “No buts, Y/n. Listen to me when I tell you this. You have been and always be more than enough for me. You are the start and end of my day, and that is something I never want to change. Being scared that one day I’ll wake up and magically have fallen out of love with you is absolutely fucking clinically insane. It’s been two years we’ve been together, Y/n, and I still badger you at the end of the day, asking what you had done because I love to hear your voice. I love your rambles and I love the way you love me. There’s nothing that’s going to make me want to stop loving you because there’s really no going back. I’m in this with you and I always will be. You need to believe that. Believe me when I say the only way we will end is lying next to each other on our death beds with rings on our left fingers from our wedding decades ago.”

“That’s kind of morbid.” She whispered, a small smile gracing her features as his words sunk beneath her skin.

He chucked and leaned further into her, “It’s true. There will come a time where I get on one knee in front of you and beg you to be with me for the rest of our lives. There will come a time where I will stand in front of all of our friends and family, and declare my love for you and certainty over marrying you. I know these things will happen because I am interchangeably in love with you. And I know you are with me too. So, just leave social media be, baby. Stay here in this moment with me, push all those disgusting fans away and listen to my words. I love you,” He shook her head lightly in his hands as he spoke, “You are worthy of my love and love in general, and there will never come a singular moment where even the thought of leaving you passes my brain. We are it for each other, love. This is it for me.”

Her body relaxed fully into his arms and further into the bed as they stared at each other. Y/n giggled at his words and he smiled down at her, still holding her face whilst lightly rubbing excess tears in her soft skin.

A silence passed before Y/n mumbled, “I think I’m going to delete my social media platforms for a while. Take some time off and get back on track.”

Warmth swelled in Lando’s chest, threatening to spill out from his mouth at overwhelming amounts of it within his body.

“I’m so proud of you, love.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss her softly. He pecked her lips lovingly, sweet nothings spilling from his mouth in the form of the warmth that had been drowning him.

They stayed that way for a few hours, both falling in out of sleep in the arms of the other. And when crickets chirped and the clock read an ungodly time, Lando pulled Y/n from bed, into their bathroom, where he showed her how much he loved her. A bath, some face masks, and low music that he made her dance with him along to, all worked as ways for him to tangibly exude the feelings he had for her. No longer were the ex’s of his past, no longer were jealous fans, no longer were thoughts of unworthiness.

Just him, her, and the love that would never die out.

[faithfulren]

care in every explosion

the reader takes care of bakugo when he's injured, showing him a different side of their relationship. despite his initial gruffness, bakugo slowly warms up to the reader's care and companionship. as they spend more time together, the barriers between them begin to break down, and they share moments of laughter and understanding. one evening, bakugo surprises the reader by thanking them for everything, showing a rare moment of vulnerability. the reader realizes how much bakugo means to them, and they both acknowledge the growing bond between them. despite their differences, they know they can rely on each other and support each other through thick and thin.

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the sound of bakugo's gruff voice filled the air as he hobbled into the dormitory common room, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. you glanced up from your book, concern instantly etching across your features as you took in his disheveled appearance.

"what the hell happened to you?" you asked, rising from your seat and rushing over to him.

bakugo waved you off with a scowl. "it's nothing," he muttered, though his slight wince betrayed his words.

you weren't convinced. "sit down," you commanded, gently guiding him to the nearest couch. "let me take a look at that."

grumbling under his breath, bakugo complied, allowing you to inspect the injury on his leg. It was a nasty gash, deep and bleeding profusely. your heart clenched at the sight, but you pushed aside your unease, focusing on the task at hand.

with practiced hands, you cleaned the wound, ignoring bakugo's protests as you worked. despite his tough exterior, you could see the tension in his shoulders ease slightly as you tended to him.

"there," you said finally, applying a bandage to the wound. "all done."

bakugo's gaze softened as he looked up at you, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "thanks," he muttered gruffly, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

you smiled gently, brushing a lock of hair away from his forehead. "anytime," you replied softly.

over the next few days, you found yourself spending more time than usual by bakugo's side, helping him with everyday tasks and keeping him company during his recovery. despite his initial protests, he seemed to welcome your presence, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by either of you.

as the days passed, you found yourself begrudgingly tolerating bakugo's presence more than usual. his explosive personality seemed to mellow in your company, and you discovered a side of him that few others got to see. you shared sarcastic banter and competitive challenges, finding an odd sense of camaraderie in your constant bickering.

one evening, as you sat beside bakugo's bed, he reached out to take your hand in his, his grip firm yet oddly comforting. you raised an eyebrow, surprised by the uncharacteristic gesture.

"thanks," he grumbled, his voice rough but sincere. "for not being as annoying as usual."

you chuckled, giving his hand a playful squeeze. "you're welcome, i think," you replied, a smirk playing on your lips.

in that moment, as you sat together in grudging companionship, you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was more to bakugo than met the eye. and as his grip tightened ever so slightly around your hand, you knew that despite his rough exterior, he valued your presence more than he let on.

together, you would navigate the ups and downs of hero training, supporting each other in your own unique way. because in the end, all that mattered was the bond that held you together, strong and unbreakable, just like the friendship that blossomed between you.

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btw to the person who told me i shouldnt use x readers if the character isnt attracted to them pls tell me what should i put bro like damn u dont gotta call me an asshole n shi 💔💔

[wolftoken]

hii rat, hope i'm not bothering you but i would kindly like to request some x reader fluff with any of the eeps, life's been so shitty lately and your writing always brightens my day :,)

a/n: for the record i love being bothered. bother me all u want i love attention 🩷 also omg thank you that makes me so happy to know my writing makes your day better 😭🩷 also IM SO SORRY this took me 26 days i’m awful with requests lmao

word count: 711 • tags: gn reader, cuddling, self doubt, kissing, love confessions

• masterlist •

Only the light from Vessel’s laptop is what guides your path into his bed, but you’ve been around his place enough times to know your way around in the dark. Plenty times you’d slinked out from under the covers to bring back a midnight snack you can munch on while he picks a movie to watch. This time, you come back to see him setting up to watch some cheesy romantic drama as you hand him a box of pop tarts you’d found. He chuckles softly at your choice of snack and pulls you under his duvet to snuggle up to him.

He’s always so warm, so good at keeping you cozy on dark and cold nights.

“Feels like I’m in a movie with you sometimes,” he says.

You roll your eyes and gently push at his shoulder.

He tsks affectionately and looks back to the screen. You feel guilt creep into your body as you try to think of something sweet to say back to him. He was so good with his words and it made you so flustered to the point of disputing his words with humour in hopes that it would make you feel less vulnerable. That was still something you were working on with him, vulnerability. At first you hated how much he made you nervous but you’re learning to accept the way your face heats up just by looking at him.

“I’m sorry. You keep making me blush and I don’t want to admit that I like it,” you confess.

Vessel smiles and leans over to kiss your temple, holding your cheek in one hand to bring you closer to him. He nuzzles his face into your neck when he’s done and it makes you giggle and reach out to grab a hold of his shirt for some stability. Laughing into your skin, he moves his hands down to hold your waist and his lips make their way across your shoulders. They’re soft and warm as they gently press against your skin, and this time you don’t try to diffuse the affection and warmth in your cheeks; you let him shower you with his love and every kiss he gives you feels like it opens your heart just a little more for him.

Once the giggles die down and you’re both smiling at each other with the movie long forgotten, his hand comes up to cup your cheek again. One deep, loving kiss is shared between you and you’re reaching up for another when he starts to speak.

“You should move in,” he says. It’s not what you were expecting him to say, evident by the look of shock on your face. You’ve never discussed the topic beyond swift mentions in passing conversation but it’s something you’d thought about in depth but didn’t want to bring it up first in case he wasn’t fond of the idea. It would hurt so tremendously to hear him say so, even if you’d struggle to admit it.

“You wouldn’t mind me being here all the time?” you ask, your once-droopy eyes now wide open and glued to his own. He takes a breath.

“Angel, every time you leave I have to fight back tears. It feels empty without you here. I don’t want to watch the door close and know I won’t see you for days because you’re working late… I want you to come back to me and sleep in my arms knowing you’re home.”

The movie drones on, but all you can hear is the two of you breathing. You’re in sync, as you so often are, and it’s calming. You know you should say something to him, jump for joy and kiss him breathless, but you can’t help but stop to take in all that he said.

Home, with him. Home, with the both of you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sprung that on you-“

He can’t finish, because you’re kissing him and bringing your arms to rest around his shoulders to pull him fully down on top of you. You feel him smile into your mouth and you do the same, threading your fingers through his soft hair and fighting back elated giggles. His arms encircle you and it’s the safest sanctuary you’ll ever find.

[geotjwrs]

Can you please do a Gracie Abrams x male reader, where Gracie and r are dating and celebrate the release of risk and close to you at a party. A fluff start with a bit of smut at the end :)

I don't know if the requests are open, it's okay if u can't do it.

Btw, i love your writing, man :)

afterparty (18+)

Pairings ; Gracie Abrams x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; smut

Gracie's apartment was buzzing with excitement, the air electric with laughter and music. The party was in full swing, celebrating the release of her latest singles, "Risk" and "Close to You." Friends and fellow musicians filled the space, glasses clinking in toasts to Gracie's success.

Y/N navigated through the crowd, a proud smile on his face. He spotted Gracie across the room, talking animatedly with a group of friends. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and he couldn't help but feel his heart swell with pride. Tonight was her night, and she was glowing.

Making his way over, Y/N gently placed a hand on Gracie's back. She turned, her face lighting up even more when she saw him.

"Hey, you," she greeted, her voice warm. "Having fun?"

"Of course," he replied, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Gray. The songs are incredible."

Gracie blushed, a bashful smile playing on her lips. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without your support."

They were interrupted by a cheer from across the room. One of their friends had grabbed a guitar and was strumming the opening chords of "Risk." The crowd hushed, turning their attention to the impromptu performance.

Gracie's eyes met Y/N's, and she gave him a small nod. Understanding immediately, he gently guided her towards the makeshift stage. She grabbed a microphone, and as the first notes of "Risk" filled the room, she began to sing.

Y/N watched, captivated by her voice. Her lyrics told stories of vulnerability and courage, and he knew just how much of herself she poured into her music. As she transitioned into "Close to You," the room seemed to hold its breath, everyone caught in the spell of her performance.

When she finished, the room erupted in applause and cheers. Gracie's cheeks were flushed with happiness as she handed the microphone back and made her way to Y/N.

"That was amazing," he said, pulling her into a tight hug. "You're amazing."

Gracie hugged him back, her voice muffled against his chest. "I couldn't have asked for a better night. Thank you for being here."

"Always," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I'm always here for you."

They spent the rest of the evening mingling with friends, laughing, and celebrating. Every now and then, Y/N would catch Gracie's eye across the room, and they would share a private smile, a silent understanding passing between them.

As the party began to wind down, Y/N found Gracie on the balcony, looking out at the city lights. He joined her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

As they sat together, enjoying the cool breeze that caressed their faces, Gracie couldn't help but feel grateful for Y/N's constant support and love. They had been through so much together, and she knew deep down that he was the one she wanted to share her life with.

Y/N, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel aroused by the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, her eyes glistening with excitement from the night's events. He couldn't wait to get her alone and show her just how much he desired her.

After a moment of silence, Gracie suddenly stood up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, Y/N," she began, "I've been wanting to do something with you all night."

Y/N's heart raced at the thought of what was to come. "What's that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gracie bit her lip seductively and leaned in closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Well," she purred, "how about we take this inside, and I show you exactly how grateful I am for everything you've done for me?"

Y/N's eyes widened with anticipation, and he nodded eagerly, his hands already reaching for Gracie's hips as he pulled her closer. They shared a passionate kiss as they stumbled into the room, their desire for each other growing with every step.

Once inside, Gracie led Y/N to her bedroom, a soft glow from the moonlight illuminating the room. She turned to face him, her eyes smoldering with desire as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her perfectly perky breasts encased in a lacy black bra.

Y/N's eyes lingered on her curves, his cock already hardening at the sight of her. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "God, Gracie," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, "you're so fucking beautiful."

Gracie shivered at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her thigh. She reached down, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his muscular legs, leaving him standing before her in nothing but his boxers.

Taking a step back, Gracie slowly began to strip for Y/N, her movements smooth and sensual as she revealed her own body to him. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and then unhooked her bra, allowing her breasts to spill free.

Y/N's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Gracie's naked body, her skin glowing in the moonlight. She stood before him, completely exposed, and yet she seemed to exude confidence and power.

Gracie smiled seductively, watching as Y/N's eyes devoured her curves. She took a step towards him, her hands reaching for the bulge in his boxers. "Do you want to touch me, baby?" she purred, her voice low and sultry.

Y/N growled in response, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her close. He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth as his fingers traced the curve of her ass.

Gracie moaned into the kiss, her body trembling with desire. She reached down, her fingers sliding beneath the waistband of Y/N's boxers and pulling them down, revealing his throbbing erection.

Y/N groaned as Gracie's fingers wrapped around his cock, her touch sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be with her like this, to share such an intimate moment with the woman he loved.

Gracie smiled at the sight of Y/N's arousal, her own desire building with every stroke of her hand. She dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

Y/N gasped as Gracie's lips enveloped him, her mouth hot and wet against his sensitive skin. He threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements as she sucked and licked him, her moans of pleasure vibrating against his shaft.

As Y/N's pleasure built, Gracie could feel her own arousal growing, her pussy throbbing with need. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him fill her up and fuck her until she was screaming with ecstasy.

Eager to please, Gracie pulled away from Y/N's cock, her eyes smoldering with desire as she looked up at him. "I need you inside me, Y/N," she whispered, her voice husky with need.

Y/N growled in response, his hands gripping Gracie's hips as he lifted her onto the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly slid inside her.

Gracie gasped as Y/N filled her, her pussy clenching around his cock as he began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered dirty words of encouragement, telling her how much he loved watching her writhe beneath him.

Gracie moaned in response, her hands gripping Y/N's back as she urged him on, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. She felt her orgasm building deep within her, the sensation starting in her core and spreading outwards until her entire body trembled with pleasure.

Y/N could feel Gracie's pussy tightening around him, her moans growing louder with every thrust. He knew she was close, and he wanted to make sure she came hard for him.

Increasing his pace, Y/N drove into Gracie, his cock pounding into her with increasing intensity. He could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out in pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, Y/N felt his own orgasm building, the sensation starting in his cock and spreading outwards until his entire body trembled with pleasure. He groaned as he came, his hot cum spurting deep inside Gracie as she screamed his name.

As their bodies slowly calmed, Y/N rolled off Gracie, pulling her into his arms as they lay together in the afterglow of their lovemaking. They shared a soft kiss, their lips lingering as they basked in the warmth of each other's love.

[soupbabe]

Hey soupboo-babe

Now this may be out of character but could you do Micheal Myers, Bo Sinclair, Ghostface going through something or having a breakdown and gn!reader comforts them?

It's okay if you don't wanna do this tho. Ty!

Comforting Slashers During a Breakdown

Featuring: Billy Loomis, Bo Sinclair and Michael Myers

Giving u the soupboob pass because I'm a sucker for reverse comfort <33 didn't know what kind of Ghostface you wanted so I just went with Billy!

Major thank you to @bugginbeetlew for helping me with Billy's section! I was a lil bit lost writing him and he helped me sm !! A lot of his ideas are in his section<33

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Michael Myers

- Michael isn't prone to normal breakdowns, he gets more violent and lashes out a lot more

- When he feels like too much, he literally destroys everything around him might go out for a couple of kills too

- It's hard to bring him down to Earth, there's definitely a larger chance of you getting hurt in the process

- I think the best approach is to really be there for him either right before or right after he reaches a boiling point

- He'd still be in his feel feelings about everything, and sometimes what he needs is a solid hug

- Michael would feel a strange sense of vulnerability and it makes him uncomfortable. He usually strays away from physical contact, but for some reason he feels a weight lifted off of him when you wrap your arms around him

- Michael doesn't care for you helping him explain his feelings, it reminds him too much of his time with Dr. Loomis. It's better to just let the silence linger and let him relax in your embrace

- Sure it may not be the healthiest thing to let it all pass and never mention it again, but at least it could save someone's life (if you catch Michael just in time-)

Bo Sinclair

- Dare I say that Bo is the most self destructive out of the bunch

- I think he tries to hold himself to a high standard and set impossible goals, he stresses himself out constantly because of it

- Honestly he just wants someone to be gentle with him when he's breaking down

- While he is outwardly expressive, it's going to take everything for him to confront his feelings and let himself cry

- Bo and toxic masculinity go hand and hand like bread and butter

- Kiss him gently, hold him close, give him so much reassurance he needs it so much

- Tell him it's okay to cry, your shared room is now a private and safe space where he feels comfortable to do so

- Whispering to Bo that you love him just the way he is, that he shouldn't feel like he should go above and beyond to be loved will start the waterworks omg he will never be letting you go

Billy Loomis

- It's very easy for Billy to break down when things are out of his control and no where close to the night he has planned

- Leading up to it all, he becomes a lot more snappy and prone to make threats. And mid breakdown, he will be punching walls and screaming

- Everything festers to anger doesn't matter how he felt initially

- Billy prefers being left alone during these moments, it's embarrassing to him if you walk in on everything and it's very uncomfortable

- He always felt like he had to only rely on himself, so having help when it's not asked for or planned doesn't stick well to him

- I think comfort can happen in a very late stage of Billy breakdowns: self loathing

- After blaming everyone else, after taking his anger out on any and everything around him, there's a rare chance you'll see him feeling bad for himself and tearing himself apart

- That's when you can sweep in and just kinda baby him: sweep the hair out of his face, take care of his bloody and bruised knuckles, shower him with tenderness.

-It's where he's feeling the softest and he needss you

[nereidprinc3ss]

Since reading your fics I’ve become obsessed with the whole him talking against her mouth thing while they’re having sex and other moments it’s so intimate to me and makes my stomach do that flippy thing 🥺 and the way you write their dirty talk!! with like general everyday talk that has subtle sexual undertones- it’s so simultaneously hot n cute and so inexplicably Spencer. Just the way your writing is the perfect amalgamation of both love and lust is so special to me and this might sound odd but I think it’s helped with my intimacy issues and has helped me mend my unhealthy relationship with sex and the negative feelings I associated with it cause to me it’s a very vulnerable moment and even boys you commit to, and unfortunately fell in love with, do not see it the same way (not all but many!) and I was low-key starting to resent the act because I was left feeling so gross but I’m working on it and your work has definitely helped in its own way!

ps sorry if this too much I just wanted to share that you’re making a change whether you know it or not especially in a time of violent portrayals of sex in media that do not value the women’s pleasure at all and only paint it in a cold detached light. I don’t think enough people realise the impact the media we consume has on our perceptions of sex. You contribute more than you know to this fandom and I hope you know how much you’re valued by us. and in case you couldn’t tell yes I spent an outrageous amount of time rereading your fics when I should be preparing to go back to uni lol - also wish you a safe recovery from your car incident :)

Lots of love from 🍒

Ohhh my gosh you are always so sweet, this makes me so so happy to hear. it’s not too much at all, this genuinely is so sweet and I’m so appreciative of you and I’m so insanely gratified that my writing has had any impact on any part of anyone’s life at all, especially in this way, because that’s so important to me!! I agree that the way we portray and talk about sex in popular media is pretty upsetting sometimes and I really do always try to make it clear how much care and affection is being put into the act when I write smut as silly as that may sound.

Thank u for the well wishes angel!! Ily so much MWAH!!

[beanlot]

okay hear me out- cowboy!ellie x fem!reader having *cough* raunchy sex uhm i just. i needed to share these art (not by me btw!) to u aka my all time fav au! writer and yes u can do whatever u want with that prompt ;) i'm just sharing cuz i don't wanna be alone on this 🤭

rdr!ellie?

if red dead was a lesbian porn game, it would have its perks - discrete and secretive sex, if you’re into that. but i’m gonna try and maintain some realism and sadly declare that it’s the 1890s and homophobia is lividly prevalent, hence said discrete and secretive sex. and with ellie’s.. not so ladylike shenanigans, she’s gonna raise a few eyebrows.

you’ll meet on a tuesday night shift at the bar, and at first, it’ll be just another evening frothing root beer and artificial laughter to camouflage snide remarks on why you aren’t married yet. ellie blends with the maelstrom, you won’t notice her until she’s directly infront of you, jagged scars that slice through her eyebrow.

just some whiskey.

and she’s gonna be pretty reserved, tactical with her eyes when she clocks what a god damn showpiece you are. there’s some moments where ellie maintains her jagged character, dry and insensitive - but there’s some moments, like these, where maintaining that character leaves her stomach curdling.

so she’ll pay extra than what’s needed, sliding over two quarters.

oh, it’s only one o-

i know. one for the whiskey and one for you.

and maybe it’s not essentially unorthodox for you to get tipped, but being tipped by a woman? what was usually plain sailing and rather satisfactory as sliding an extra coin into your palm becomes dithering, a dilemma of whether or not to accept - which solves itself when she walks off without a thank you.

you’re wondering where does the raunchy sex start; it kinda starts when you realise she isn’t just some hallucinogenic succubus bandit waiting to claw at you when you’re most vulnerable, although rationally, that’s what it’s gonna fucking feel like. she’ll be sat down, creased maps against the oak and eyes that should be thinking logically.. but just can’t resist the temptations of looking at you, but in particular, your left hand.

it kinda starts when you realise she’s checking if you’re married.

to abbreviate an extensive romance story,

you’ll subtly invite her in during a snowstorm. and let me just say that this ellie has a thing for thigh-riding, the kind where you’ll be kissing at eachother’s lips as you sit on her lap, losing rhythm because her salacious fingers are guiding your hips back and forth into her. but in terms of vulgarity, i don’t think this ellie would be super experimental just yet; she wants to appreciate you for the fine woman you are, and if that means warming up to the burliness of her thigh against your clit gets that message across, then so be it.

but despite that, this ellie wouldn’t particularly be so vanilla either - she’s still a little bit of a lovemaker, it’s just that this is one of the au’s where i could see her being more dominant presenting. fingers not so timid to part your legs against her thigh, gliding so silkily through your slit, a tone of velvet that whispers what a beauty you are against your cheek. her firewood scent whisking with the kerosine of your bedside lantern as she’ll undress you bare.. and sorta just, lay back and enjoy the show.

gorgeous girl, letting me see you like this.

that’s it, very pretty.

you’ll go to slide the beige suspenders off her shoulders, and you want to do more - but shit’s getting super sensitive as you rock against her waist, your hands quivering against her breasts. she’ll whisper that she knows, her fingers doing the dirty work that you’d seemingly been anticipating for too long; manipulating the fabric so teasingly that your thighs can’t help but start to tremble - clit scorching with agonising vim when you see her abdomen, pearly scars faintly residing against the muscle.

does this excite you?

another undone.

you won’t be able to answer, the sweltering so damn near that it paralyses your body, only instinctive thrusts against her skin that leave you pathetic and nodding breathlessly.

and then another undone.

the precise line of her breasts only slightly visible - she knows you’re close by how impulsively you grind against her, with dilated pupils dazed and so gravely out of character.

but the night’s just starting.

[ewyaschild]

hospitality ⚘ lo'ak sully

💌: i am a lo'ak girl so i most likely will only post lo'ak fics! but i'm also a lesbian so there's a good chance i'll be posting kiri too. i've been absolutely obsessed with this fic idea soo i had to write it before continuing my first fic

🧾 : fluff, angst if u squint, vulnerable lo'ak, tsahik in training reader, no established relationship, 900 words, mention of blood.

📝: lo'ak gets into a fight with some boys and is too embarrassed to go to his family for wound treatment. he goes to you instead and together you have a soft and heartfelt moment.

🎧: in this darkness by clara la san

sat organizing and folding newly crafted clothing made by your wonderful mother, you sighed a happy sigh. nothing was more blissfully relaxing than chores right after eclipse; soft light dimly lit your marui, the quiet breeze of nearby trees, the distant caws of animals. it was only you in the marui at the moment, which gave you time to straighten up before your parents arrived back home.

the peaceful atmosphere wasn't broken even after someone had quietly knocked on the side of your marui. turning around to see lo'ak standing awkwardly, a warm smile growing on your lips.

you didn't know lo'ak personally, he was more of an acquaintance. of course you've shared conversations due to you being in tsahik training, you're always around the sully family. mo'at is an amazing instructor. it wasn't a surprise to see lo'ak standing at your door, just thought provoking.

"do you uh... maybe have a minute? um." lo'ak was hesitant with his words. "of course." setting down the basket in your hands, you stood and fully faced him. "what seems to be the matter sully?" the blood, bruises and scratches on his upper body and face couldn't have gone unnoticed. "i got into a fight but i cant tell my dad. he'd absolutely kill me and i don't know how to get rid of these marks, you don't have to help me but i wanted to come to y-" he paused as you stopped his rambling; "lo'ak of course i'll help you. sit, sit." you wave signaling him to sit on your hammock.

he gave a small thanks and sat as you gathered a basket of cleansing balms and different serums and pastes, adding rags and small towels. "how'd this happen, sully? someone piss you off again?" you jokingly said as he sat quiet. guess he didn't want to talk about it. that's fine, you weren't going to force him.

another sigh escaped you lips as you started to softly wipe excess blood and dirt off his face. lo'ak couldn't keep his head up, always looking down. you had to remind him several times to lift his head; after the third time he looked up at you with glassy eyes. "oh, im sorry lo'ak, am i hurting you?" immediately feeling guilty. you were trying to be as gentle as possible but maybe it was too rough?

lo'ak shook his head. "it's not that." he huffed. assuming he wasn't going to tell you, you shifted to open a jar of yana bark. (type of na'vi natural healing paste) when your fingers touched his wound he softly hissed. you hummed in response. 5 minutes went by and lo'ak still hasn't spoken a word. but you could feel his soul, he was hurt; and not just physically. whatever happened wasn't just a petty fight.

deciding to break the silence, you spoke after opening your mouth hesitantly. finding the right words to say was harder when lo'aks golden eyes stare desperately into yours.

"you have kind eyes, boy." you smiled. "you don't have to solve all your problems with anger..." the tears in lo'ak's eyes got heavier. "you're sweet, i know it. don't force yourself to be tough." you wiped under his eyes as quiet tears spilled out. "i know it's hard. you're strong already, there's no need to prove it all the time." brows furrowing as lo'ak pushed through your hands, his head landing on your chest. all he did was quietly sob and sob.

you were practically done with his wounds so you just let him stay there and let it out. you removed the twine tying his hair together to let his braids loose and playing with his hair. lo'ak internally suppressed the urge to tell you everything about the pressure he feels with his dad, the loneliness eating him alive, feeling like outcast. even if he wanted to tell you, he was crying too hard. he could barley breathe as he weeped.

you coo'ed and quietly shushed him when you could hear his breath hitching rapidly. "you're okay, sweet boy." you said into his ear in attempt to calm him. it took more encouraging until he actually calmed his breathing and tears. he laid his head on your chest still, listening to your heartbeat as you rubbed his back.

"sorry... i'm sorry." his apologies almost incoherent. "there's nothing for you to be sorry for. showing emotion is okay, lo'ak." you leant back to your original position, forcing him up. you rubbed his face with both of your thumbs, "i'm grateful you were able to come to me. thank you for your trust." he sniffed in response to your words. "yeah." lo'ak mumbled before flinching in surprise when you pinched his cheek. "you look good as new! i did such a great job on your wounds, i should get tsahik credit for this." you joked as he laughed.

there it was. that beautiful smile you always see lo'ak sporting. "bro stop!" softly swatting your hand. you giggled and let go, grabbing his hand and standing him up and pulling him into a bear hug. "thank you though, for real. you're a lifesaver." lo'ak said as he returned the hug.

"i'm always happy to help you."

💌 #2 : the ending was hard to write nbs. i hope this was enjoyable to my empathetic girlies n gays

[spitinsideme]

*falls through the ceiling*

YOU

*pointing at u pointing at u pointing at u*

you.... you!!!!! I have something to say to you!!! you beautiful lesbian that draws good!!!!! I've got somethin to say!!!!!

you have drawn not one!!! but two!!! of the sweetest gosh darn scenes of pomni and ragatha that I have ever seen!!!! and I have something to say about that!!!! here it comes!!! watch out!!!!!

*deep breath explodes deep breath explodes deep breath*

SPITINSIDE ME YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN woooOoaaaaAaaAAAARRRRGGGGH

*falls through the same ceiling again*

*your art has caused me to break continuity itself*

I'm talking about!!!! number one!!! ragatha giving pomni a forehead kiss!!! the expressions and absolute love they share in those four panels are on point!!!!

and!!! number TWO!!!! pomni!!! comforting ragatha!!!!! its so AGKGKHLGKHGHKGLHL. ITS SO GOOD. ITS SO HECKIN GOOD. I LOVE IT. THE TENDERNESS. BEING THERE FOR SOMEONE EVEN WHEN YOU DONT KNOW HOW. THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT!!!!!!! HA HA!!!!!!

another piece you made which I also fucking love that I *have* to mention: maid au with pomni comforting ragatha after a long day!!! that piece makes me go!!! insane!!!! infinite power!!!!!! WAHHHHH

*fallls through the ceiling again*

ahem. anyways. yep. I just wanted to say you're fuckin amazing and you have succeeded in killing me over and over with your art. and I have never been happier to be slain by these two adorable lesbians. you're super cool. hope you're doing well!! peacee

DETAIA !!!!OHMUGOD !!!! HI !!!! HI DETAIA !!!! SCREAMING AND SHAKING AND JUMLING UP AND DOWN IN JOY !!! I AM SOGLAD YOU LIKE THE DRAWINGS YOU GET IT !!I READ YOUR TAGS ON THE COMFORTING RAGATHA ONE AND YESS !! YOUBGET IT !!! THE TENDERNESS THE FEELING THE ROMANCE THE VULNERABILITY OF TRYING, OF TRYONG TO HELP SOMEONE DEPITE KNLWING YOU DIND IT DIFFICULT, THE LOVE YOU HAVE TO HAVE FOR AOMEONE TO LET THEM TOUCH YOU WHEN YOU ARE NOT UAED TO IT, BIT KNLWING ITLL HELP THEM !!!!! YOU UNDERSTAND IT !!!! THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOIT ITS ALL ABOIT TRYONG ITS ALL ABOIT DOING YOUR BEST EVEN IF YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO BECAUSE YPU LOVE THEM AND YOU PUT THEM BEFORE YOU IN SITUATIONS WHERE THEY NEED YOU !!!

detaia i think i tell you this every single time you send me an ask, but i love and i look flrward to your tags every single time, i literally make art and i go god, i hope detaia will like this one and write a poem in the tags becaus of how much they love it and the feelings and everyrhinf, i think that the best thing that has comw out of me making art od two silly hirla who got like 2hat ? 5 ninites together ? is that you enjly it so much tp weite so many tags of it. i litwrally lpve when anyone wrotwa anything abour my art when they reblog it, but i especially love your tags under ir and your thoights and feelings of it. thwyre great, i apprwxiate then very much and you are the best

i will continue to make art, and you seem to like the comforting ones and the softer ones mkre so i will draw th3m more soft and wholsome and just in love ... thank you for rveryrhing ❤️❤️❤️

[tableintheteacherslounge]

Abbott Elementary S03E08 thoughts

Melissa schemmenti angry slut

THIS COLD OPEN I WAS CRYINGGGG

Barb’s protective goggles

“We gonna be down about $700

The squeeze my cheeks kid

Every one getting hit in the damn face

Ava pushing gregory

Greg vs tariq 🥵

Barb shooting in the wrong basket then saying “i’m carrying this team”

Gregory flipping the table

Just PERFECTION

“Why dont u look better” ava really says what i wanna say to people

What IS up with melissa to be snappy, always on her phone, hookups, staying out late

Heyyy manny 🤭 he’s foine I’m SORRY

But if Janine’s meant to be in once a week whys she not seen her abbott friends - not her and jacob not seeing each other 😓

“Girl was there a fire?” See this delivery is why slr has an emmy

Ok I KNEW melissa would hookup with burt hummel. I cant deny the chemistry and at least he’s a better actor than g*ry, but lets keep it casual yeah?

RICHARD TYLER WILLIAMS 💀

The delivery on “interesting 😀”

Tariq hosting the panel?!? I love that for us

Badass janine get it girl! She is ON IT

Not ava and crystal speaking over each other 😭

“I don’t think this is on 🎤 “ “IT IS” ijbol 💀😭

Barb is stroppy and sad ☹️ but why wouldn’t melissa trust her! I get it! But also it’s casual so maybe I get not saying anything too! But barb is so sad (jealous) that melissa didn’t tell her (jealous)

CASUAL GHOST

No bc whys that ur face after ur friend tells u its just sex BARB? I get being upset at not being told but why are u upset its just sex … unless… jealousy

Why arent they clapping abbott 🙁

Why is tariq scoring 😭😭

“Give it some razzle For the love of god gregory give it some dazzle”

Janine just caring about the gossip she’s me

Friend of over 15 years!!! I appreciate the work wives lore but that is literally inaccurate I’m sorry

“Since your lips already touched” GASP (also br*no could never deliver a line like that I’m just saying)

The workwives having a marital spat while ppl are just trying to get their certifications

Is it different? Mmm lowkey bc melissa should know what’s going on in her house but also she can acknowledge that actually barb was validly upset but we know Melissa is stubborn sooo

On her roof? Ew! I dont need to know honestly

Janine not reading Jacob’s text 😖

MANNY CALLING JANINE BIG TEAGUES TEEHEEE 🤭 KICKING FEET TWIRLING HAIR

Gregory sit down 😭 honestly that speech alone could give tyler an emmy nom

MR BOHNSON FROM BABBOTT BELEMENTARY HELP

“You talked to me about gary” aww 🥺☹️

“Because that was a real relationship that YOU approved of” ok poignant emphasis on you - Barbara’s opinion is so important to her 🥺 that’s her number 1

“Awwwmygod congrats” “thank you baby”

Melissa’s true apology 🥺

MELISSA DRAGGING BARB CLOSER TO HER EVEN THO BARB WAS STILL MAD i feel like that was lisa and sheryl

“Look how coy this boy is” jacob always gets great ppl as love interests bc first zach and now i love this guy too “i even showed captain robinson” aw 🙁

Janine aced it! Quintas physical comedy is soo good

Wait is mr j wearing a jacket over his uniform 😭

Cancelling on the fireman for barb 🥺

I fear burt hummel doesn’t want it as casual as mel

“Ok did he just make me fall in love with him” 😭

BI AVA BI AVA!! Wbk but BI AVA (but yk im a hardcore barlissa truther so shipping them w ava makes me gag)

MR JOHNSON PANEL beep beep beep that to my face!!!

Wish they ended on barlissa at the bar tho :(

Ok overall I honestly didnt love that ep at first

And the big reason is i didnt think the panel needed so much and i wanted barlissa to have more

Their conflict didn’t feel as real and earnest as other examples

It got wrapped up surprisingly quickly - they fell out more over safety scissors and ‘yous’

And I’d’ve liked them to share a vulnerable moment away fro everyone else.

It just felt eh

Also being away from school felt weird too

Based on teaser clips i thought it could be a lisa emmy consideration ep but no - could be for tyler though

Barbara’s jealousy is v v interesting tho 👀

After a few days I like it more

I still feel a bit confused tho

OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO MENTION KEEGAN MICHAEL KEY HELLO??!?? What a guest actor to get oh my god

[mdverse]

If you are still playing: 23, 24, 25 and thank you!

23: the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

hmmm maybe wwdits? @starpawedart posts such lovely art that i keep feeling like i must be missing out. but i also don't have the energy to check out sth new these days lol

24: how has fandom positively impacted your life?

oh hmm. not to get too open and vulnerable on main again but i think fandom genuinely saved my life. and continues to. not gonna delve into details there bc that's not stuff i feel like sharing publicly but. idk overall i feel very lucky to have found glee when i did. i've met so many wonderful people through glumblr (and through other fandoms i've been in), even if i end up staying kinda distant online (approaching people is so scary lmao) and it's nice to have a space where i can just be silly and make art and talk about stuff i enjoy with people who get it. most of my irl friends aren't deep into fandom so being in fandom online feels very freeing and less lonely

and on a less personal note i think my silly little hyperfixation on glee has allowed me to make leaps and bounds as an artist! i push myself more and more to try new things and i can definitely see a huge amount of improvement over the years. i don't think 2020!me would've imagined being able to make the kind of art i make now as quickly as it happened. turns out the best way to learn was fanart all along!

25: a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

fandom spaces can be really overwhelming, for a variety of reasons! i think sometimes it really helps to just. take time away. filter out the things that are adding stress or making u unhappy, don't engage with them. fandom is supposed to be fun and if it stops feeling that way there's really nothing wrong with stepping away for as long as u need to. it'll be there waiting whenever ur ready to come back, if u do decide to come back! (and if u decide not to come back, that's ok too!) :)

love ur fandom asks

[akaakeis]

HI LOVELY!!! THIS ASK GAME IS SO CUTE!! i'd love to ask these three if that's okay <3: 6, 13, and 22!

HII NESS!! <3 RIGHT? I LOVE IT!! THANK U FOR SENDING IN AN ASK AAAA

6 - Give us a few quotes?

oh gosh im not the greatest when it comes to quotes but some of my favorite quotes are as follows!! :

from mieko kawakami's lovers in the night - "When I start to feel emotional about something, I can't tell if I'm actually feeling that way. What if it's just something somebody wrote in a book? Or maybe a line or a performance from some movie... Either way, I get this feeling like I'm quoting somebody else's work."

from chuck palahniuk's invisible monsters - "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known."

wherever on earth this long quote came from, i always think about it - "Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."

13 - Talk about a scent?

the smell of matcha <3 its so earthy and refreshing to smell, whether you just made it or if you just bought it from a café!! it reminds me a lot of slow days when i wake up late from staying up till like 2. it also reminds me of browsing books at barnes and noble and just not having any plans for the day! but at the same time, it also feels like late nights studying at the library, cramming for ap tests and finals. i love the way matcha smells- it just reminds me of so many different things <3

22 - Favourite snack foods?

...erm ☺️ i have the snack taste of a kid so. i really like jelly sticks, goldfish, piattos, and nagaraya!!!!!

[livewithyura]

Account update ! ( Ranting about Fortnight mv and kazujun / Tiktok acc for tekken edits? )

- Account update

I receive a lot of mailbox after I logged out! Sorry I’ve been invisible for a month , I have a lot of things to do irl so please forgive me . ( I will start working on all of your request , Thank you for requesting! aaa I love u guys so much! ) .

Also I just made a tiktok account for tekken edits / @Yurasbeentekken . you can follow me , but i will not update frequently because I more drawn to writing . Bhahahaha .

Fortnight Mv and Kazujun ( Fanfic Wip ) .

Warning : I don’t follow the plot in the MV , I just used a few reference .

Note : Anyone can use this as inspiration , It’s fine . We all can expand our headcanon . Do tag me , I would love to read about it ( or praising yall arts )

Starring Kazuya as Taylor swift . ( Yes role-reversal ) The setting took place on G-Corp lab where kazuya’s being experimented . Agree to become a lab rats for them for the sake of power . ( He’s literally a slave for power ) . I believe that he’s depressed at some point and he’s struggling with himself .

I imagined Kazuya wearing a mourning dress/suit in metaphorically way after he found out about Jun’s death and Jin’s existence . He’s empty and confused knowing the fact that he just lost the love of his life .

“I touched you , for only a fortnight”

Fortnight , a period of two weeks . Yes , their relationship is short but it gives impactful slap on Kazuya’s soul . Once in his lifetime , he can be vulnerable and safe .

“I love you , It’s ruining my life”

Hear me out , I believe that Jun ruined his reputation as a ‘Evil-Ceo’ . She stepped on his throne and tear his career as a evil man and this is the starting point of his failure . This is the first time where he’s in position where he need to choose either his devil gene or Normal life . ( Yes . maybe angel ) . In this process , He’s struggling . It weakened him until he lost in his father’s hand ( Twice or million time if you want to count his childhood lmfao ) .

But he DID loved her . He never felt like this , He found himself/He heal his inner-child/He’s in comfort .

I imagined he throw all of the lab reports and being absolutely insane after knowing that the love of his life just leave him alone in this world ( also the fact that he have a son too ) . He also scream ferociously , hurting the professor/doctor . asking the doctor to free himself so he can save her , even is too late .

Then , I want to put a scene where Kazuya remember all of the short moment with Jun . Dun Dun Dun , Flashback moment .

Also a flashback moment . Jun tried to help him . in other words….. FIX him . She’s this close 🤏🏻 to change his mind , but she failed because heihachi knocking on their ‘sweet home’ , Kazuya changed his mind and struggling again . Agree to fight Heihachi and leave Jun behind . Their relationship is not working out due to a weird circumstances .

“Thought of calling ya , but you won’t pick up”

Jun tried to search for Kazuya’s remains body but she don’t trace any clue . So she’s just let it be and raised jin all by herself . In metaphorically way , Jun called for him 1000 times using the public phone but he will never pick that call . Forever .

— So that’s all , for today . I have a lot of kazujun dump after ttpd released . Might update , frequently and share my thoughts! See you again .

[marmotish]

I know Talbott probably isnt a person who likes hugs a lot but he deserves one so maybe the 33 one(the hug from that one person who is allowed to hug you ) from the hug prompt? idk if u did that one already. Btw love your art <3

((thanks hon! ⭐️))

ok so Talbott and Freyja are both not-really-into-hugs and then I thought back to the Flying Solo SQ where Talbott tells MC about his parents - like if anyone needs a hug it’s the kid who confides in you about losing his parents and the impact it had on him, yeah? Ha…

“What are you doing?”

Freyja’s fingertips had barely brushed Talbott’s shoulder when she froze at the sudden sound of his voice. An answer to this question didn’t come straight away, instead an awkward silence began to weave its way around the two. The only sounds now were the night breeze through the tower, along with the hesitant shuffling of feet on the floor.

“Just …”

Just doing what people are supposed to do in this situation, right? Hug?

Talbott shook his head, eyes trained on the floor in front of his feet. “You don’t need to do that.”

Freyja hesitated, then withdrew her arm back to her side. It was a bit of a relief, if she was being honest. She wasn’t one for hugs, really. Even with her family she was always on the receiving end of hugs, reciprocating with far less intensity. And Talbott wasn’t one to play games using reverse psychology, so if he said she didn’t need to hug him, she really didn’t.

Distant laughter rang out from one of the Ravenclaw dormitories, helping to break the silence that permeated the atmosphere.

“I don’t know what to do then.” Freyja said quietly, almost to herself.

At this, Talbott huffed out a breath of air. It could almost have passed for laughter. “You don’t have to do anything, not if you don’t want to.”

A comfort, to be sure. Yet Freyja still felt like she’d missed an opportunity to show a little emotion in the face of what was evidently a vulnerable moment for her new friend.. “Sort of feels like I should do something though.”

Only a little over year ago, you couldn’t have paid the majority of her peers enough to sit next to her in class. Now she was a curse-breaker and a member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, both of which completely overhauled her social life. Navigating all these new friendships had certainly required a lot of effort. She thought she was catching on to all the nuances of friendship pretty quickly, but apparently she’d misstepped in this particular interaction.

Talbott shuffled aside a little to put a bit of distance between the two of them, then turned to face her straight on. “I get that you’re probably trying to be nice by offering a hug, and if you were someone like Penny then I wouldn’t have said anything.”

Freyja frowned. Like Penny? Blonde? A Hufflepuff?

“Penny’s a hugger by nature.” Talbot explained. “Do I enjoy it? Not particularly, but I appreciate it. Because that’s honestly how she expresses herself. How she shows a friend she’s there for them. But you know, she never expects me to hug her.”

“Aye well, she’d be better off waiting for hell to freeze over if that wasn’t the case…”

Talbot snorted. “Well maybe not that unlikely, but it would be a pretty rare occasion.”

Freyja began to relax a little, the conversation seemingly moving away from her misguided attempt to hug him. She adjusted her sitting position to better appreciate the expanse of the night sky, dotted with countless stars, stretching out over the highlands.

“The thing is that she doesn’t want or expect me to act out a friendship that isn’t true to my own personality. Not wanting to hug my friend all the time doesn’t make me a bad friend, or a cold person. It’s just who I am.” Talbott continued. “And I don’t want or expect that of you either. If you genuinely want to offer a consolation hug, then go ahead. I won’t mind. But I’d be just as happy sitting and talking.”

Well this was embarrassing. Here Freyja was trying to comfort Talbott after sharing the story of how he lost his parents, and yet now he was reassuring her that not being physically affectionate was not a character defect. The corners of her mouth pulled up a little at this.

“I like the sitting and talking option.”

Talbott grinned. “me too.”

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starting over got me effed up! 😭 your writing is so good that I can’t help myself but to be so immersed and be in the feels. Thank you for sharing us ur talent!

(Ps. Ik most people don’t like her getting back with Bucky bc of what he’s done. But I genuinely think they can make it work, if Bucky grovels and proves that he actually loves her and regrets what he did.

Bc frankly, you did a damn well job in describing her pain. Yet, I can’t help but also have some understanding with Bucky. Imagine suddenly knowing that the love of your life, the woman that he only cared about, the only person he wanted to spend his life with, was betraying you. It wasn’t even a baseless accusation. It’s not like he’s going around speculating, trying to prove that she’s a mole. He’s thrusted into these evidence that sounded real. That must have been also so painful. Yes, he let his emotions act. But I think this is also hurt bucky putting his defenses up. He’s a mobster. He shouldn’t have a vulnerability. But he did, and it’s with her. Now that vulnerability with her mixed with her supposed betrayal, he must’ve felt hurt, ashamed, and threatened all at once. So, as a response, and as mentioned, he acted as work bucky. He treated her like any other stranger, shut her out, and built walls around him. He had to. In his mind, his vulnerability with her led him to this situation. I’m not saying what he did was justified or understandable. Hell no. He should’ve acted like a proper partner that tried to hear her. See her. Not throw her out like a piece of garbage he wanted to dispose. Not shove all the gifts and money that he WANTED and WILLINGLY and INSISTINGLY gave to her, down her throat. He made her feel as if she’s nothing but trash, an inconvenience, someone that he’s wanted to get rid of. That’s POS behavior. Yes. But I kinda see where it all came from. In the end, they both hurt who they love the most, one unknowingly and the other so so purposefully.

So, I hope (as I’m not sure what happens or what will be revealed in part 2) that he will do his best to make things right. I imagine it’s her now having trust issues with him. Her heart, in battle with her mind. Whether to give him a chance or to not risk it all again. But I imagine Bucky being on his knees (metaphorically and maybe literally), bending over backwards, doing everything he can and what she wants for this second chance. To make things right, to treat her better, and to work himself to a better man that she deserves. Bc she deserves a best man. And Bucky should only strive to be that man for the rest of his life. And this time around, he’s not gonna let her go. He’s gonna listen, love, and protect her just as much as he protects himself and his business, if not more. Something he should’ve done before he lost her. And they live happily ever after 🙏🏻💙

I didn’t mean for this to be long 😭 I’m sorry I just wanted to get my thoughts out. As I mentioned, I got too into your writing 😭

This is not to put a pressure on u and demand how it actually ends. This is me putting my 2cents (which may be controversial, and which why I just sent it anonymously) so please feel free to not post/respond to this 🫶🏻 just wanted to get it out of my chest hehe if you’ve read all of it, thank you for reading my yappings. And again, thank you for putting out your wonderful work 💙

Oh my goodness what a wonderful ask! Thank you. I really appreciate the time and effort you’ve put into your analysis and I’m so pleased the story has struck a chord with you 💖

I think you’ve nailed it. Nothing excuses Bucky’s behaviour but being presented with this evidence to suggest the woman he’s in love with has betrayed him has caused him to spiral and it’s shaken everything he thought he knew. He should’ve taken a moment, but the anger and hurt took over and he flew off the handle, burning everything to the ground before he could get his head together. And reader always suspected that her love story was a little too perfect, the handsome man whisking her away from her service job and caring for her in a way she’d never experienced, so she didn’t put up much of a fight when her worst fears were confirmed and it all went wrong. I hope you like how it ends!