#i’d sell my soul to not be this tall

[vmbrq]

never mind yall i gotta cancel my size kink subscription😔✊🏽 i forgot that im actually tall LMAOOO like i knew but it just never really REGISTERED until now, y’know?

like this is ACTUALLY the difference between me and ethan

EMBARRASSING.

[leth-writes]

Yandere batfam x reader part 5

The first thing you noticed, peering through your crusty eyelids, was the unfamiliar surroundings. Instead of your small, crapped bed, you were spread out in a large, luxurious one, red flannel draped over you and pulled up to your chin. You groaned and crawled out of the soft prison, coming to your feet in the middle of the sparse room. It was an average sized room, populated only by the bed, a dresser, and multiple posters, as well as the open door into the dark bathroom and what you assumed was the door into the hallway. You walked over to the closed drapes, yanking them open. It felt like a bucket of ice was dumped on your head as you stared forlornly at the iron bars. They were small and thin; from the outside, you may not even not even realize they were there to keep you from escaping. 

The thin, dull light of the mid-morning streamed in, illuminating the walls in bits and pieces. It was then you saw the posters. The walls were lined in posters featuring your favorite films and bands. How were you in a room seemingly decorated to match your interests? Whatever the reason, you didn’t care to find out. Mind made up and thoroughly creeped out, you strode over to the door- or at least, you tried. It was then you noticed the thin leather band connecting your left wrist to the bedpost. You were stuck.

The door creaked open, and Bruce Wayne peeked in. “Oh, you’re up!” He exclaimed, giving you a small smile. He closed the door, approaching you and bringing you in for a hug. “I’m so glad to finally have you in my arms, sweetheart, but I understand you have questions, so why don’t we sit down?” He gestured to the bed and the both of you sat.

“Listen, Mr. Wayne-”

“Bruce, you can call me Bruce,” he interrupted, looking hopeful.

“Mr. Wayne,” you continued, pushing past his weak interruptions. “Listen, I’m really sorry that I took your money, but I promise I’ll pay you back… Just please let me go!” You begged, tearing up. All you needed was to get out.

He sighed, looking off through the window. He was weirdly buff, now that you thought about it. He didn’t look like he would fill out his t-shirt as much as he did, muscles straining against it; on tv he always looked lean and tall, though it turned out he was built more like a boxer than a runner, like you had assumed. Bruce started talking, snapping you out of your reverie. As he talked, his face slackened slightly, losing that almost too bright smile and shifting into a quieter, more authentic expression.

“We aren’t going to hurt you- you’re part of this family now. I don’t mind about the money, in fact, I’d gladly give you as much as you could take; it was all worth it to get to meet you. But you have to work with us, sweetheart. We can’t be the only ones making effort. You’re going to have to stay here until we can trust you, at least…” He continued, starting directly into your eyes and searching for your reaction.

You shivered at the intensity of his expression. “What… what do you need from me?” All you could hope is that you wouldn’t have to sell your soul to save your skin. Scenarios filled with violence and pain flashed through your head almost faster than you could react. 

“Just be patient with us, and don’t shut us out, and it’ll be okay. Like I said, we won’t hurt you, we just want to see you happy.” As long as it was with them, you finished mentally.

All you had to do was trick them into thinking that you weren’t a threat, and then you could escape at the first opportunity. That’s all you had to do.

How hard could it be? After all, even though he was definitely stronger than you were expecting, it was still Brucey Wayne, the man who confused a duck and a chicken and who thought a banana cost $100… It couldn’t be too difficult to trick him. 

At least, that’s what you were hoping.

[inkmonster21]

Sing for Me

8. Sponsored by the Devil

Cooper Howard × Fem!Reader / The Ghoul × Fem!Reader

She's a singer the nation adores. He's the actor everyone respects. What happens when these two get entangled in a heated affair? Passion, regret, rage, and even murder will commence. From before the bombs drop to the vast wasteland, these two souls live for one another.

Previous Chapter Series Masterlist

Tagged: @fallout-girl219 @harmfulb1tch @themadhattersqueen @one-of-thewalkingdead

AN: Not crazy about this chapter, BUT there is smut at the end so...

I sit at the bar watching the TV. A newscaster babbles on, “As all nations race to secure uranium and control the future of energy, a shortage has emerged, turning even allies into potential competitors. Will energy prices surge this winter and will it lead to an expanded war?” I chuckle softly with the shake of my head, finishing my drink. I see the familiar figure of my old friend. My old friend who sounds like he’s gotten caught up in the communist bullshit. “Sorry you couldn't make it to the party the other night, Charlie,” he looks at me with a blank face. “Guess you had one of your meetings, huh? One of your Communist meetings?” He sighs, taking the seat next to me, “Come on, man.”

“We watched people die together up north fighting against all that horseshit.” He shrugs, “Yeah, and for what?” I scoffed, “What do you mean, for what? For the American dream. We're actors. We make movies, Charlie.”

“Yeah, the American dream has me getting shot in the ass by you all day.” I roll my eyes at his excuse. “You got five acres in Tarzana. I think you're doing all right.” He shakes his head, “It doesn't matter, Coop. Vault-Tec's the fucking devil, man.” I weigh in. “Vault Tech is a shifty company. I’ll give you that. My ex-wife works there. She’s a lot of things, but the devil? Come on now.” “Do you know what "fiduciary responsibility" means?” “Fiduciary responsibility? No, I have no fucking idea. I play a cowboy for a living.”

Charlie goes on, “Okay. So, the U.S. government has outsourced the survival of the human race to Vault-Tec. Vault-Tec is a private corporation that has a fiduciary responsibility to make money for its investors. And how does it make money? By selling vaults.” “That's called capitalism, Charlie.” He continued digging, “But they can't sell vaults if these peace negotiations go through. So Vault-Tec has a fiduciary responsibility to make sure that it doesn't work out.” I can’t even wrap my head around his speech. “Yeah. How are they gonna do that?” He falls flat, “I don't know. You remember that movie we did with Johnny Morton… you were the sheriff and I was some generic Indian?” I disagree, “Come on, man, don't say that. Tall hand Mudlake could talk to horses. You played him with grace and with dignity. It was a great role for you.”

“Morton played a rancher who owned half of Missouri. And what happens when the cattle ranchers have more power than the sheriff?” “The whole town burns down.” “Right. Vault-Tec is a trillion-dollar company that owns half of everything. And after ten years of war, the U.S. government is broker than a joke. The cattle ranchers are in charge, Coop.” I wave at his words again, “Come on, man, you sound like you're in a cult.” He fires back, “And you're sitting here defending a system that's ready to set the world on fire, Cooper. Maybe you're the one in the cult.”

I look away with the roll of my eye. He slides a card on the bar. “Look. You should come to a meeting. You should learn the truth about where your ex-wife works, and what they plan on doing with their employees. For (y/n)‘s sake.” With one final smile, my friend leaves the bar. Leaving me confused and a knot rolling in my chest.

Why the fuck would (y/n) be or any danger with Vault Tech? I stare at the card and begin to dive down a hole I’d rather not be sober for. I raise my hand, gesturing to the bartender, “Bartender, can I get one more?”

~

I caved and went to attend Charlie’s meeting. It was a basic conspiracy for weak-minded individuals. She sits at the front, coffee in hand. “These soldiers that we're fighting abroad, their families, we have more in common with them than we do with the people here in power, the real enemy.” I shake my head, “That's about all the horseshit I can take.” I stand, place my hat back on my head, and make my way to the exit.

“Mr. Howard?” I stop as she addresses me. “I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said.” I raise my eyebrows at her, “I said that um… this is about all the horseshit I can take.” She smirks, “I didn't realize that America's favorite gunslinger was so sensitive.” She earns soft laughter from her followers. “I have my principles, Miss Williams, that's all.” I try to leave once more but she begins the conversation again, “Uh-huh. And those principles of yours… how much did Vault-Tec pay to take them off your hands?”

“Well, this is America. Everybody has a sponsor, and, uh, I'm not ashamed to earn a living.” She bickers back, “Vault-Tec is the largest company in America. There's a lot of money in selling the end of the world.” I couldn’t take her words. I fire back to her, “Well, I'm sure there's a lot of money in selling a political ideology that ends in breadlines.”

As the crowd gets upset, Charlie stands and backs away with me, “Okay, uh, sorry, this was a mistake. We'll be leaving.” Miss Williams shakes her head, coming to stand. “Oh, no, I'm-I'm quite glad you brought Mr. Howard today. You see, it happens that I know your wife… or Ex-wife. And perhaps a side of her you don't.”

I walk out and she follows close on my heels, catching up by my side. “How do you know my ex-wife?” “My research company was acquired by her division. We were developing this kind of technology that's… difficult to monetize. Cold fusion. Infinite energy. Several projects were advancing. Synthetic creations. That's what I was on the verge of achieving when Vault-Tec swept in and bought up every company I'd ever worked for.” I stare at her with no hesitation, “Every one of them? So, what are you, a millionaire communist?”

“Hypocrisy is like violence in your movies. If you only let the bad guys use it, the bad guys win.” “Yeah? I, uh, I got a little showbiz secret for you. A good bad guy doesn't see themselves as the bad guy.”

She pushes more, “America has been locked in a resource war for over a decade. Vault-Tec bought the means to end that war, the same war you fought in, so they could put it on the shelf. All because it didn't fit into their business model. I want your help in getting it back.” She passes a small device into my palm. I roll the small object in my fingers, “What is it?” “It's a listening device.”

I nod, disbelief running through my mind. “A listening device. You… you want me to spy on them?” I chuckled softly, passing it back, “Good luck with the revolution.” She shakes her head, “You can keep it. As a token.” She sighs, “I'm not a communist, Mr. Howard. That's just a dirty word they use to describe people who aren't insane.” I meet her with silence. She speaks once more in a hushed voice, stepping closer, “I understand you have a fond relationship with Ms. (L/n). If I were you, I’d be keeping her at a distance from Vault Tech. They have plans for her.” I clenched my jaw, “what the hell are you on about?” She taps the small listening device before turning on her heel and returning to her meeting.

~

I sit on the couch bouncing my knee, paranoid, thinking the worst of what could happen to (y/n). They could kidnap her. Keep her trapped in one of those damn vaults. They could kill her!

To add to the stress, we were about to set Janey down and talk to her. I roll the divine in my pocket overthinking the worst. My nerves got the best of me, and I gave up, going to the pip-boy on the counter. The divide pairs within seconds. Just in time for Barb to walk out and retrieve the bulky oversized wrist technology. She straps it onto her wrist before looking at me, eyebrows raised. “Are you ready?” I nod, “Yeah. I'll be out there in just a minute.”

She nods and exits the house. I watch as she sits down with Janey. I place the listening divide in my ear, clearly hearing Barb and Janey from outside. Roosevelt whines causing me to shake my head. There was no logical reason to believe anything those conspiracy theorists had to say. “You're right, Roosevelt,” I tuck the small device into my pocket, “What are you thinking?”

Janey has to be the smartest, and most intelligent little girl in the world. I had been very honest in explaining how her mother and I just didn’t feel the same and how we were going to be living away from each other. She knew something had been off for months. She had no issue expressing her feelings and opinions on the scheduling. “As long as daddy and (y/n) can take me for ice cream every other Friday!” I smile at Janey, while Barb does not. She simply ignores it.

~

The sun rose on Saturday morning, kissing the land of California. I stand on the back patio with a cup of coffee just taking in the beauty. It had been a month to the day since Cooper and I started dating. Life was good. I was happy. He was here more days out of the week than not. I couldn’t think of a better day than today to tell him the news.

The sliding glass door catches my attention. Cooper walks out, coffee in hand and a smile on his face. He wraps an around around me, nuzzling into my neck. “Good morning.” It’s such a perfect paradise with him at this moment. “Good morning, love.” I lean back into him, rubbing my fingertips up his arm, tracing each speck and freckle. “I have a surprise for you.” He looks down, trying to find a hint within my soul. “What type of surprise?” I turn around in his hold, now facing him. “A good one. I think you’ll be pleased with it.” He trails a finger down the front of my chest, dipping into my robe, brushing my concealed skin. “Wouldn’t happen to be you would it?” I shake my head, moving out of his grasp before I get caught up. “Nope. Get dressed Mr. Howard because we are going on a little adventure.”

We both get ready and exit my house. I get into the driver's seat before he can argue. "So where are we going?" I smirk at him as I begin to drive to the secret location. "You'll see."

We pass the line in Bakersfield and Cooper looks at me, even more confusion in his eyes. 30 more minutes down the line we pull up to a gate. I flip the keypad and enter the entrance code. The large gate slides open and I drive up the start of a long gravel driveway. Cooper looks at the surroundings in awe. The lush land filled with vegetation, and life. "6 acres on each side. There's a big barn in the back. I figured Sugarfoot could have his own space." Cooper sits silently as we pull up to the large cabin. I park the car and turn off the engine. I exit with a smile. "Are you coming?"

Cooper gets out of the vehicle, mouth gaping as he tries to make sense of the situation. "What did… Is this…" I grab his hand, intertwining our fingers. "It's ours." I pull the keys from my pocket and dangle them in front of his face. "How did you do this?" I waved my hand at him, "It was nothing. Heather and her boyfriend are sold in California. I offered them my house at an amazing rate, and I was able to get this place up here."

I squeeze his hands with a nervous smile. "I knew this was a risk. A huge one, but I know we had talked about it before, and it was just the perfect opportunity. It just… felt right." Cooper finally breaks into a smile, he hoists me up into his arms. I laugh in surprise, "What in the world are you doing?" He smiles charmingly down at me. "Well, I'm carrying you through the threshold of our new home, sweetheart." Nothing could be better than this moment. He passes through the doorway, the warmth of the cabin enveloping us in its glow.

"What you say we… break in a few rooms? See if the acoustics are good for that angelic voice of yours. I want you to sing for me, honey. Just the way you know I like." He kisses up my neck mumbling into my skin. Room by room Cooper drew orgasm from me. Each one is stronger than the last.

He carries me from the kitchen counter to the long hallway, posting me up on the wall, fucking into me with long thrusts. I moan out loudly the sound carrying through the halls. Cooper smirks, biting his lip as he hears my echoed pants bouncing off the walls.

''That's my girl,'' Cooper rumbled out, pressing his fingers into my cheeks, forcing me to glue my eyes on him. I summoned every ounce of strength I had to begin lifting my hips away from him. I couldn't take anymore, and he knew it. The pressure eased as his girth slowly withdrew from the depths of my sensitive walls. He pushes me into the wall further, deepening his thrusts.

I mewled involuntarily to his sudden way to keep me still. ''I don't think I can-'' I managed to blurt out, despite the trembling rushing through my entire body as his strong hands held me firmly in place.

''Of course, you can, sweetheart.'' He cooed through a strained groan. The stretch of his length was just right, so satisfying that made me want to writhe and squirm on top of him, to lose myself in the rawness of the moment. The friction of our bodies, the sound of our combined breaths, the intoxicating scent of cigarettes and expensive perfume hanging heavy in the air.

''Cooper,'' I cried out from the immense fullness of his length, unable to contain the bliss as every nerve in my body was set on fire. One of his hands traced a path up the curve of my side, his touch sending electric tingles through my skin, each movement leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

He exits my heat, earning a whine from me. He moves us to lie on the sofa. He guided me to sit on his lap, lining his length up again. He kisses up my spine. He lifted one hand from my hip, a tender touch that trailed the expanse of my body until it reached my face and cupped my cheek to tilt my head downwards, coaxing me to meet his gaze.

Cooper leaned close, his breath warm against my ear, "Show me what a good cowgirl you can be." He murmured, the boom of his voice low and primal. As soon as he spoke those words, my hips jerked into action. I leaned back against his chest, grinding down on him, rising and falling on his cock like a bitch in heat.

''That's right, sweetheart,'' Cooper strained,  breathless mumbling reverberated through the warm cabin. He slipped a hand from my hips and with ease, he directed his attention to the most sensitive bud of nerves.

His touch met the tender flesh, I gasped at the sensation, the smooth pad of his finger gliding over the bundle of my clit. Cooper groaned from behind, ''You just keep riding me like that," He helped put motion into my movement. I was a mess, sobs escaped as the pleasure ripped through me.

I surrendered myself completely to him once more, needing nothing but him. Always him. Mustering up all the strength in my legs, I bounced on him even harder than before. My walls tightened around Coooper's length, and my climax finally burst. The waves crash causing me to see stars.

With each clench, I felt him twitch from inside. I lean back as he says, "Stay inside, Cooper." He sucked in a breath, biting into the skin of my shoulder. His thrusts are relentless as he pursues his release. All it took was a few more thrusts, and his body was convulsing beneath me, his movements seeming almost otherworldly while he emptied himself inside my cunt.

He lurched forward, dragging me close to his bare chest. He slowly rolled us over, his cock slipped free. I sighed heavily, but satiated and nestled into him. "Home sweet fucking home." Cooper leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. ''I say we broke in every fuckin inch of this place, sweetheart."

[leighaltieri]

keep me warm; stu macher x reader

request: Wouldn't it be SO crazy if you wrote a little Stu fluff fic for a male reader. Unthinkable even. I would sell my soul though

summary: you get cold on your first date, luckily stu is there to keep you warm

warnings: fluff, male reader

word count: 674

notes: my first request! i hope you enjoy it anon <3 this is my first time writing a stu fic so i hope he's not too ooc

read on ao3 | scream masterlist

You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself for warmth as you stepped out of the Wendy’s into the cold night air. When Stu picked you up for your first date, it was warm out, so you didn’t think you’d need a jacket. But after seeing a movie and eating a burger that tasted like delicious cardboard, the sun had set, and the summer heat had turned cold.

“Want me to walk you home?” Stu asked, turning to look at you. He noticed you shivering. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little cold.”

“Where’s your jacket?”

“At home. Didn’t think I’d need one.” You could hardly finish your sentence before Stu was wrapping his arms around you, trying to warm you up. “This better?” He was so warm, like a giant radiator. You hugged him back while he rubbed your back and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“C’mon, bro, let’s get you home.” He pulled away from the hug and lifted his beige sweater over his head, leaving him in just a white t-shirt. “Put this on, it’ll keep you warm.”

“You’ll freeze, dumbass.” 

He stuck his tongue out at you. “Hey! You're so mean to me. Just take it.” 

You put the sweater on, it was too long because Stu was freakishly tall, but it warmed you up and it smelled strongly of his Axe body spray. You rolled the sleeves up a little to free your hands and Stu intertwined his long fingers with yours.

“Thank you.” You said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“You’re welcome,” He grinned, “Can’t have you freezing to death, can we?”

You laughed and playfully shoved him with your shoulder. The two of you began to walk down the dimly lit street, your footsteps echoing softly in the quiet, peaceful night.

You only lived a five minute walk from the Wendy’s, so it didn’t take long for you to get home. You walked up the steps to your front door, stopping in front of it to face Stu. You started to take off his sweater, but he grabbed your wrist before you could get it over your head. 

“Keep it, it looks good on you.” He grinned, letting go of your wrist. His eyes met yours and although it was dark, you swore you could see a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Thanks, Stu,” you said quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“Of course,” For a moment, you stayed silent, just looking into each others’ eyes. But then, Stu took a deep breath, “I should probably get going,” he said.

You nodded, feeling disappointed, but it was getting late.

“Goodnight, Stu,” you whispered.

“Goodnight,” he replied, his grin widening as he turned and began to walk away. You watched him leave, then turned around to unlock your door. You were about to step inside when you heard him yell your name. You turned back and saw him running back to you, a determined look on his face.

“Stu, what are you-”

He hesitated for a moment, then cupped your cheeks and gently pressed his lips to yours. Your heart raced as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his slender waist. After a short while you pulled away, your faces still close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your lips. He had a stupidly large grin on his face as he looked into your eyes.

“Be my boyfriend?” He asked, slightly out of breath from the running and the kiss.

You knew the answer before he’d even asked the question. “Yes.”

His grin widened as he leaned in and kissed you again. His lips were warm and soft against yours and you smiled into the kiss. You made out for a while on your doorstep, until Stu finally broke the kiss.

“I actually do have to get home,” He said, “But I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” You couldn’t stop smiling as you replied. Stu kissed you one last time before he started walking home, grinning like an idiot.

[sadiegirl2021]

Silly little one shot for @gwynrielweeksofficial - Day 2: Compatible (loose interpretation)

Soul Meets Body on Ao3

“I don’t care how good-looking he is, Nesta! I’m not letting you set me up on a blind date.”

“Gwyn! Please!! This guy is your soulmate. He loves all the same books as you, he goes to the gym, he’s got a coffee addiction! You’re basically the girl version of him.”

“So! Blind dates are weird. You know how shy I can get…”

“He’s shy too!”

“Oh, wonderful! Really selling it. So we’ll just sit there, and not talk at all during dinner?”

“Talk about books!”

“Bye, Nesta!”

“Wait–”

Gwyn hung up the phone. She was sick of this. Why couldn’t her friends just accept that she didn’t want a boyfriend right now? College was crazy enough without adding love or sex on top. She needed to stay focused and certainly had no room to entertain Nesta’s blind date idea.

“So stupid,” she mumbled to herself, reaching for a bag of apples at the supermarket.

“What did you call me?”

Gwyn looked up and felt her jaw comically fall to the floor as she gazed at the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. Raven-black hair, golden eyes, and tall… so freaking tall!

“Oh… no… I wasn’t–”

He smiled, and her heart skipped a beat. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

Gwyn didn’t dare speak again, for fear it would be an incoherent jumble of words. This was what she was talking about with Nesta. Whenever she started talking to a cute guy, she froze like this! Her mind raced with funny and interesting things to say, but her mouth decided to keep shut. She just smiled at him.

“.... those are good apples,” he said, shifting a little awkwardly. Gwyn would have expected someone of his stature to radiate confidence.

“Yeah… they’re my favourite.” Gods, so smart, Gwyn!

“Me too… I like oranges as well.”

“Same.”

Was this possibly the worst conversation she’d ever had?

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “Do you come here often?”

Oh my god. Was he… flirting with her?

Gwyn let out a little chuckle, “Oh yeah, the supermarket is where it’s at. Haven’t you heard?” Better!

He laughed, and damn if it wasn’t giving her crazy butterflies.

“I’m Azriel,” he said smoothly, seeming to relax more in her presence.

“Gwyn,” she replied with a slight flush on her cheeks.

“Gwyn,” he whispered like an answer to a question. “I don’t normally do this… I mean I never do this… but do you want to grab dinner tonight?”

“Like a date?”

“Yeah… I mean, cool if not… I just–”

“Yes! I’d love to.”

He seemed to sigh in relief, “That’s great! Amazing… can I grab your number, and I’ll text you the details?”

She nodded, “Of course!” Oh my god, how did she pull this off? He was the hottest guy she’d ever met, and he just asked her out!

They gleefully exchanged numbers, exchanged a few more awkward observations of the fruit around them, and went their separate ways.

Gwyn practically floated home, dying to rummage through her wardrobe for the perfect outfit. Nesta was going to kill her… but blind dates were stupid! At least she knew she was attracted to Azriel.

______________________

Gwyn had opted for a short, sapphire-blue, body-con dress with silver strappy heels and no jacket. It was the height of summer… plus she looked way too hot to cover up.

“I can’t believe you’re going out with some rando over the guy I picked for you!” Nesta huffed from the couch.

Gwyn finished putting on her cherry-red lipstick and rolled her eyes at Nesta’s statement.

“Cassian is going to be pissed. You’re turning down his best friend for some stranger.”

“You know, I haven’t even met Cassian yet! So why would I want to date his best friend? Are you even dating Cassian?”

“Don’t judge our… situation! It’s complicated.”

“Because you’re in love with him?”

“He wishes!” Nesta laughed with an air of ‘yes, I love him so much it’s killing me, but I don’t know how to handle emotions.”

*Buzz Buzz*

“That’s him! Can you please get it? I need to grab my bag.”

It was Nesta’s turn to roll her eyes as she threw off her snuggly blanket and made her way to the door. As she opened it, she quipped, “You better not be some serial killer–Oh my god, Azriel!?”

“Nesta… hey! Do–Do you live here?”

She nodded in confirmation. “You’re Gwyn’s date for tonight?”

“Yeah, we met at the supermarket earlier. Hey, Cassian was in a foul mood today. What happened with you two last night?”

Nesta scowled at the mere mention of his name, and Azriel flinched, not expecting an answer.

“Hey, Azriel,” Gwyn chirped as she left her bedroom.

Azriel’s hand flew to his chest, as if someone had shot him with a cupid's arrow. “Wow! Gwyn… you look–”

Gwyn couldn’t even let him finish; she hated compliments, “So do you! Shall we go?” she asked, moving to the door. Nesta had the strangest look on her face, and a sly grin that was a little frightening. Gwyn gave her a ‘what the fuck’ look in exchange.

Azriel seemed to notice their interactions. “I’ll give you a minute.” He backed away into the hall to wait for her.

“What?” Gwyn exclaimed.

“That’s the guy!!”

“What guy?”

“The blind date guy… Cassian’s friend!”

“Are you serious?”

Nesta nodded with a huge grin.

Gwyn could only laugh. “Well… I still think blind dates are stupid!”

Nesta smirked, “So destiny intervened! Have a great night with your soulmate!”

“Shut up!”

Gwyn caught up with Azriel. He looked so sleek in his pressed black trousers and crisp white shirt, with a couple of buttons open to show a thick silver chain. If this was indeed her soulmate, she had some serious praying to the gods to do in thanks.

[strwberri-milk]

Songs of Sorrow - Ch. 2

Rancher!AU || Boothill x Fem!Reader || Slowburn, Drama

Gunfire rains down intensely, yet another shootout coming about as the result of another risky tactic being taken. His gun sits comfortably against his palm, cold steel pressed against  rough skin. He ducks out of his cover, taking a few shots at the men aiming for him and whooping in delight when he hits all of his marks. 

Boothill’s good at his job. He knows he’s good at it. He works hard at anything he does whether it be feeding the cattle, tending to the plants, or shooting up any unlucky fuck who happens to be put in front of him. To him it’s not any different than taking a horse out back and putting it out of its misery when the time comes. 

He just actually cares about the horse. 

It doesn’t take long for the gunfire to die down after some more choice shots. Boothill finally stands from where he’s been taking cover, stretching out his muscles as he covers his mouth in a yawn. 

“Well, looks like you made a mess of things again.” 

He turns around to face the voice, smiling widely when he sees the owner of the voice. 

“Well, well look at what the Devil dragged in,” he drawls, crossing his arms.  

“Seems more like I’m staring at the Devil himself right now,” Acheron scoffs, coming closer to him to survey the carnage. 

“Were all of these people on the list? Or did they just have the bad luck of running into you today?” 

“Little bit a’ both,” he laughs, stepping over one of the poor souls as the two of them continue their conversation. 

“You finish up on your side then?”

“In a neater style than you but yes, I did finish. I didn’t find it necessary to go through all of…whatever this is. The job was simple after all. It could have been taken care of a lot easier if you just focused on the one target rather than going after all their men.”

The two of them walk towards a bookshelf, Acheron flicking through the pages in search of the other part of the reason why the two of them were there. Boothill leans up against the wood, shaking his head in amusement. 

“D’ya even remember which one that is?” he grins, breaking out into laughter as Acheron ignores his question. 

“Exactly my point. We had to split up, didn’ we? You wouldn’ be able to figure out which son of gun you were meant to shoot, I just don’ give a damn.” 

“Considering the fact that you’re just sitting around waiting for me to find the documents we’re looking for I’d struggle to say that you don’t need me either.” 

“I didn’ say I didn’ need you. Besides, I could figure it out by myself if I really needed to. It’d just take me longer, that’s all,” he drawls, tracing his fingers over the spines of the books. 

“Readin’ has its uses. Gotta make sure I ain’t getting scammed selling off any of my little ladies,” he says wistfully.  

“That’s right. You grew up on a farm. You miss it?” 

Acheron tucks an envelope under her arm, finally locating the stack hidden away exactly where their employer said they would be. 

“Been missin’ it more and more lately,” he sighs, drawing his gun again as he provides her cover for any stragglers. 

Whenever he had a moment to himself he found it easy for his mind to wander. He imagines what it would be like to have the tall grass rustle around him again, sitting underneath a tree as he takes a moment to remind himself that the world still spins no matter what he does. In the distance he can hear the sound of cows milling about, bells ringing softly with every step they take. The sun beats down on his skin, comfortably seeping into his body as his hat rests over his face. He doesn’t quite understand why but his body’s always run a little cold, needing some extra heat to keep him warm.  

He’d fight sometimes, maybe needing to protect some of his cattle from a wily coyote or some irritating teenagers who think themselves brave as they scale his fence to tip some cows. It would never be an issue though - he’d be able to keep his animals safe just by using his reputation. People already knew him now as a bounty hunter; it made perfect sense to him that he could use that to his advantage. It would keep him in shape, let him have that excitement he was chasing after when he first started this job. 

“Think about going back,” Acheron suggests, voice cutting through his thoughts. 

The two of them have finally made it back to the ship, Acheron starting to steer it back to their current home base. Boothill can’t help but watch as the stars whir past them, tapping his finger against the bottom of the window.

“The money we make from this job is more than any of our other jobs combined. You could very well retire now. Live a little longer.” 

“Now when did you go soft on me?” he chuckles, laughing a little as he turns to face her. 

“Worried I’m gonna die and leave you all by your lonesome?” 

“Nothing of the sort,” she scoffs. 

“You’ve just seemed out of sorts recently. At the very least it’ll make your skills sharper. I’m sure the Boss wouldn’t mind your resignation anyway. You’ve given a lot of yourself for the company. Consider retiring.”

He can’t lie. The idea does sound appealing to him. Acheron was right after all; he had been working hard for a while now and had saved up more than enough money to buy a piece of land back home he’d just been daydreaming about. He wouldn’t even have to worry about expenses for a while, knowing that he’d be able to successfully run a cattle ranch if only he just had the time to.

“Maybe you’re right,” Boothill finally says, turning his gaze back to the stars whirring past. 

“It’s about time I returned back home.”

[astoldbyaja]

Bark like you want it! -Ch. 6~AU Demon Slayer~

Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

Told 'em fuck 12, fuck SWAT

Bustin' all the bells out the box

I just hit a lick with the box

Had to put the stick in a box, mmh

Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s

She sucked a n*gga soul, gotta Cash App

Told 'em wipe a n*gga nose, say slatt, slatt

I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

And I really wanna know, where you at, at?

I ground my hips with the beat of the music, flipping my hair and rotating my hips in a circular motion that made me smile as the music continued playing. I let my hands roam my body in happiness as I was engulfed in the ocean of people just wanting to forget their problems. I was one of them! I didn’t want to think about Akaza or Kyojuro or their lust of my body. No tonight it was all about me. A group of women came over, complimented my beauty and asked if they and their boyfriends could dance with me. It was a total of six.

I’ve seen then on campus before, so I was a bit familiar with who they were. I nodded and the men kept it respectful, only sensually touching their girlfriends who occasionally ground their hips and bodies on me of which I didn’t mind. Suddenly the music transitioned into 40 Cal by Hairatage and I was ready to really cut lose to the beat of the music!

I got some haters talking, they've been getting rookie nails They want to go to war, I chew 'em up just like my fingernails I roll with shadows, fuck the jail I can't afford the bail, but if I do they know I get it poppin' like the 40 Cal!

I curled my arms over my face, my braids over my face and popped my chest out immediately shaking my ass with the sharp rift of the music. Everyone was going crazy at the sharp music. The club was truly brought to life, the heat rising from everyone’s fast body movements and the smell now a mixture of different sweat. I wanted to drink tonight, I wanted to fuck tonight! I wanted to do whatever the fuck I wanted! As more relaxed dance music began to play, I began to move from the dance floor, letting my body droop against the bar. Since I needed to have my wits about me, I decided a water was the best I was going to get tonight. My heart was fluttering from utter happiness, the adrenaline overtaking me. My body was begging for more fun, the crowd felt as if it were calling me back into it.

I just needed to catch my breath. I pulled my phone from my dress’ pocket, happy it had a zip up fold so I would never lose it. I checked my messages.

Mitsuri: How are you doing?

Me: All good, shouldn’t be out too long. Hope your date is going well!

Mitsuri: Aw good I’m glad and yes it’s going well. Text me when you’re on your way home!

Me: Will do!

Kyojuro: Hey hope your night is going well. I heard you were going out to the club tonight. If things get weird with anyone there, don’t hesitate to reach out.

Me: Thanks, I’m good. Have a good weekend.

I did not need to ask him about his day, his evening or anything! His intentions were not pure, and I would refuse to think he could actually convince me otherwise.

Akaza: WYA

Me: The Unholy

Akaza: *Typing…* With who??

Me: Me, myself and I.

Akaza: Why didn’t you tell me you were going dancing! I would have loved to go dancing with you.”

I stiffened.

Me: That sounds like a date and I don’t do dates.

Akaza: So you’d rather go straight to the really sweaty work out then?

Me: I’m going back on the dance floor.

Akaza: I’m on my way over there.

Me: Fine then I’m leaving.

Akaza: Don’t be like that. Come on I can throw down! Besides nothing would make us both happier than to feel that ass grinding up on my-”

I tucked my phone back in my dress and looked at the bartender who was on the other side of the bar. He was a tall man with a handsome face and long flowing black hair.

“Hi, I’d like to pay for the water!” I replied waving to him. The man turned and smirked at me.

“On the house since you made my night with that hot dancing of yours!” he called out before winking at me. I smiled and dipped my head some in embarrassment.

“Thank you!” I called out. However, a flash of long black hair and a big grin is all I could make out before me.

“Hey cutie, how ‘bout I buy you the next round!” a boisterous voice said. Standing before me was a tall man in a black fishnet tank and green baggy jeans was leaning over the bar, cheek planted in his palm. I blinked rapidly.

“You wish to buy me another round of water?” I asked. He snickered.

“Of course! Gotta stay hydrated if you plan to dance again!” he said. “The name’s Karaku! I see you a lot on campus, so that makes us classmates in a way. What’s your name?”

Our campus was pretty big how exactly did he see me?

“Yara!” I said over the heavy music which only made the man lean in a bit so he could hear

“Yara? Wow that’s a pretty name! Never heard it before! So that’s makes you my first!” he said. I gave a polite smile however I wasn’t sure where this conversation was going, and I really wanted to dance to a few more songs before it was time to call a cab. “Say you have some really pretty hair, Yara, it makes you look like a goddess! Black women have the most exotic hair styles!”

And now he’s lost my attention and my tense face at his compliment told me so. I didn’t like the word exotic being used to describe me or anything on me. Made me feel weird.

“Thanks!” I said stiffly before leaning off the bar and trying to wave a goodbye to him, before he caught my hand.

“Say, I’m here tonight with three of my brothers! We’ve been studying hard cramming for the upcoming midterms you know how it is, and we were wondering if maybe you’d like to dance with us!” he offered before point pointing over my shoulder toward the very end of the bar where three men, identical to Karaku, were looking at me with different emotions on their faces. One looked to be glaring slightly, nodding his head up at me as if saying ‘sup with his eyes. He wore a red tank and black jeans. I could see the two sleeve tattoos that covered his muscular arms.

Waving happily beside him was a man in a black tank top under a yellow jacket and brown shorts. His wrists were wrapped with yellow bands and yellow beaded necklace sat loose on his neck. Beside him was a nervous, almost sad looking man in a blue and white striped uniform and he looked almost nervous.

Woah, I had never seen a set of quadruplets before, and I couldn’t help but look from then back to Karaku who just smirked.

“Wow, and all four of you want to dance with me, why?” I asked. There were many cute and attractive women in the club tonight and it made me suspicious that a group of men wanted to just dance with me when there were so many other options.

“Absolutely. The way you moved on the dancefloor was just stunning. My brothers and I couldn’t take our eyes off you! You seem like a lot of fun, Yara! So how’s about it, one more dance before the night ends?” he asked.

Suddenly, a beat popped in my ears from above and my eyes widened as well as my smile as the remix version of Enya’s Only Time, Crunk in Time, was playing. I couldn’t wait anymore I had to pop off tonight. I smirked at Karaku.

“If you and your brothers can keep up tonight, then sure, one dance.” I replied before pushing off the bar, taking his hand and guiding him to the dance floor, my hips dipping and swaying from side to side with the beat of the music. I noticed the three brothers moving off the bar and following us to the dance floor and slowly approached me with pleased looks on their faces as they each stood in a perfect square around me.

“I’m Sekido!” the brother in red said harshly making me jump a bit, but I smiled nonetheless from genuine amusement. He stood in front of me.

“I’m Urogi the fun one!” the brother in yellow said as he stood on the left of me.

“Ha as if!” Karaku shouted from behind me, his hand already palming my bottom which I didn’t mind.

“And I’m Aizetsu!” the brother in blue said on my right. He looked nervous almost.

“I’m Yara!” I said with a smile noticing how all four of these men smelled really good. I liked that. The men were moving their hips with the beat of the music as was I.

I began to move my hips in a circular motion so a part of me would graze each of the men’s body giving them each an inch of attention. I began to silently lip sync Enya’s part smiling at all of the men’s amused faces. The looks didn’t look malicious. Everyone around us was swaying themselves waiting for the real fun to start.

“Who can say where the road goes, where the day flows only time. Who can say where the road goes, where the day flows only time (SHAKE THAT-)

My mind was gone, captured by the beat of the music as everyone threw their hands up and shook their bodies giving their all to the music.

“GET CRUNK WITH IT, GET LOOSE WITH IT!” everyone sang shaking their hips and grinding against the partners. Karaku and Sekido kept their hands on hips grinding their hips on me when they could, while I had my hands on Aizetsu’s and Urogi’s cheeks smiling and laughing with them as they moved their bodies against my sides.

“SHAKE THAT ASS REAL FAST THEN DROP! SHAKE IT LIKE A SALTSHAKER! SHAKE IT LIKE A SALTSHAKER! SHAKE IT LIKE A SALTSHAKER!” people sang and shake it I did. I could feel my ass vibrating on command of the music digging into Karaku’s crotch.

“Fuck yes fucking shake it Yara!” the green dressed brother yelled behind. I let my hand move through my braids moving it to one side of my neck as I felt a pair of lips press into my neck from the man behind me. I told my mind to take note of it, but I found it hard from the hands moving over my body and beneath the top of my dress! I gasped realizing it was Sekido’s hand cupping one of my breasts and before I could attempt to push back, which would only get me blocked by Karaku, I feel the angry man’s tongue going down my throat. I realize my wrists are being held down by Urogi and Aizetsu, stopping me from pushing back against the man in front of me.

He's dominating my mouth, not letting my tongue get away from his as he explored every inch of my mouth.

“Sorry, Yara, but we had to see for ourselves what was so special about you!” Urogi said happily. I finally had the courage to bite the tongue that was invading me and Sekido leaned back with a growl.

“Naughty bitch bit me!” he snarled.

“Yes, Akaza was speaking so highly of you, I am sad to admit I was actually getting a little jealous.” Aizetsu told. What the fuck! Akaza… Oh damn these guys must be a part of the Kizuki.

“So, how’s about it Yara, want to play with us for a little bit? I promise you’ll enjoy every… inch of us.” Karaku purred, his tongue sliding up the shell of my ear. I stiffened heavily feeling that the grips on my wrists would not be loosened. Sekido wasn’t even going to wait fo a response because his hand came up to grip my throat as his face leaned in to mine to kiss me again.

But my feet acted fast, kicking him right in the groin.

“FUCK!” he snarled in pain as he was now caught up in the wave of dancing and being shoved into the crowd

I felt the grips on my wrists loosen and I used this time to move into the crowd and let the many shoulders push me about. I was looking for a way out of the crowd, the exit, and the four brother as a means to get away from them. I pushed my way from the crowd and pressed myself to the wall. I quickly grabbed my phone and texted fast.

Me: 911 (You shared your location)

Kyojuro: On my way! Find somewhere to lay low until I get there!

I could see Aizetsu coming from the crowd and hurried down the closest to me. I was looking for an emergency exit if anything, but I was luckily coming up on the front of the club. Where I could hide once out there, I didn’t know. The Unholy wasn’t a big place and it felt they would easily know I was in the lady’s restroom if I tried to hide there, and I didn’t need to get cornered there! Just as I was pushing myself out the door, I was immediately caught by someone I didn’t want to see.

“Yara! Wow your hair looks amazing!” he snapped catching my shoulders. I wanted to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Please let me go, Akaza, I need to leave!” I said hurriedly looking over my shoulders. They could come at any minute! Okay, I couldn’t hide my fear through anger any longer. I was scared and I was scared shitless. I tore from Akaza’s hold and began to move down the sidewalk putting distance between me and the club. Akaza was speeding up behind me taking my hand.

“Hey woah what the fuck happened?” he yelled in panic. I needed to get out of here. I didn’t want his hand touching me. He’s one of them, they’re one of them! As I walked, a familiar shade of yellow was skipping in front of me.

“Yara, I found you!” Urogi said happily and I gasped as I saw red, blue and green appearing. I quickly back tracked and jumped behind Akaza.

“You stay the fuck away from me! All of you or I swear to God I’ll scream!” I threatened. Akaza looked at me then the four men who were walking up to him calmly and collectively.

“What the fuck did you do!” he snapped. Sekido just growled with annoyance.

“The cunt bit me and kicked me in my dick!” he snarled.

“Oh, calm down, Akaza, we were just trying to test her, to make sure she was being loyal to you and to the gang is all.” Karaku said with a purr.

“She attracts a lot of male attention whether she knows it or not. It’d be very upsetting if another guy tried to step in on what’s yours.” Aizetsu said with a pout.

“You’re all insane!” I snapped trying to step away from the group, but Akaza took my hand and wouldn’t let go as he held his other hand up.

“Okay can we all just calm the fuck down! Why the hell were you four out anyways when you were supposed to be… running errands?” he snarled. I could tell errands was code for something else. Sekido scoffed angrily.

“We earned. The club was our last errand. We saw your little toy here dancing like she’s single and couldn’t help our curiosity and thought we'd join in a dance!” he explained.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean! It seems like you wanted to do more than just dance!” I snapped still struggling from Akaza. He looked at me angrily noticing me pulling back.

“Will you please stop that!” he yelled before looking at the brothers. “Your business was not with her; you all should have left her alone!”

“Oh come on, you shared your last toy with us, we figured she was a new one to share with us!” Urogi told. My eyes widened.'

"Mother fucker." Akaza said shooting him a glare so dark, it almost caused me to miss the sound of tires screeching around the corner and now we all looked as I saw a black 2022 Toyota Tundra was jumping the curb of the sidewalk making us all jump back. I followed Akaza’s hand to the hem of his jacket and down to the back of his pants and the way he gripped the handle of his gun made my eyes pop as he pulled it from his waist band.

Gun! GUN! GUN! DANGER, DANGER, DANGER!

Popping out of the bed of the truck was Kyojuro and Sanemi, with pistols in their hands, all the while, Uzui’s window was down in the driver’s side, a very large gun in his hand that looked like it fired multiple rounds. Obanai’s body was sitting outside on the passenger window with two Glock pistols in his hands.

I looked at the four brothers to see guns in their hands pointed at the truck, and I felt my mind was ready to explode.

I noticed Kyojuro and Akaza’s guns were on each other, and I could tell they were waiting to take each other out, however I was in the line of fire.

I just wanted to dance and maybe fuck tonight. I wanted to have a wild and fun night and then go home and sleep the weekend away. Why was that so fucking hard!

[someone-you-do-not-know]

💕 for Spamano of courseee

💚 for whichever pair you want!!

Yaaaaay! I finally finished it!

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed (it’s gonna be DenNed, because it’s my rarepair. I hope it’s not too noticeable that some stuff in the middle got lost when I had to write it a second time):

Simon and Abel were lost in the forest. They had been following Emma and her boyfriend, but there was no sight of them. There was no clear route to go, they could not see a way forward, and the route they had been following until now had disappeared behind them.

“So what do we do now?”

“Do I look like I know?” Abel squatted down and found his pipe from a pocket, putting it between his lips, then lit it.

“I’d say… No.” 

“Then why are you asking me?” Abel puffed out a cloud of white smoke. Everyone knew the forest was enchanted. They were so deep inside that they could no longer hear the church bell chiming. Simon leaned against a tree, a grin on his lips. Abel hated that. Simon was always smiling that big, fake smile. He shrugged, far too relaxed for someone just as lost as Abel. After a long silence, Abel took his pipe out of his mouth. “We should find Emma, I’m not leaving her alone with that…“

“We can’t leave though.”

“What?” Abel snapped his head to look at Simon. “What do you mean ‘can’t’?”

“Wait, you don’t know? … So that’s why you didn’t hesitate to follow Emma.” Simon threw his body forward and walked closer, big, dumb grin on his face, looking as satisfied as a cat with a bowl of milk. “You really should listen to the spinsters and old men more. The forest is cursed so anyone will get lost. Only true love can lead the way.”

Abel clicked his tongue. He did not have time to listen to tall tales and scary bedtime stories for kids, he had flowers to sell.

“Good for Emma, you know, I’m glad she’s found such a–“

“I’m not gonna accept this!” Abel jumped to his feet. Balancing his pipe in one hand and rummaging through his coin purse with the other, he pulled out a large gold coin. “There. I love money. So show us the way out, forest.”

Simon chuckled, moving until he was standing right in front of Abel. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“Well, do you have a better idea?”

Suddenly, Simon got nervous. He had once found true love, but it had not lasted. There had been no happily ever after for Simon and his former lover. If he was to admit to Abel that he was falling in love with him, he was not sure who would be worse for wear, and he was not sure he wanted to know. He did not want to put this on his friend. Originally, he had just wanted to tease him a little, but now, he could no longer ignore the most obvious solution there could be. “I, uh… I don’t think you’d like it.” 

“As expected from a poet. If you feel like contributing, go right ahead.” Abel huffed lightly, but to Simon it was oddly reassuring. So he decided he might as well do it.

“Alright then.” Simon leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against Abel’s. It was so simple and unassuming, he did not even have to lean down since they were around the same height. His lips tasted like tobacco. 

Abel was stunned. He had never thought Simon would do something like this, barely noticing when the coin slipped between his fingers and got lost in the grass. Simon was usually putting up a front that absolutely nothing could bother him, that he was fine, and to Abel it was all a well construed lie. He never thought Simon would do anything real and true, but for once, Abel felt he was seeing the real, vulnerable poet’s soul underneath all the cockiness. Not a muscle in his body or face moved, however, and as soon as Simon noticed Abel was not kissing back, his lip creased downwards, and he began pulling away.

He had to move fast, Abel realised. As Simon moved away, he followed after, placing his hand at the back of Simon’s head, pushing them against each other. It was deliberate, yet so infinitely careful when Abel kissed back. It was short and sweet. A deep longing that only one had previously known had been awakened within the other as they pulled apart, and a fear had been dulled within the other.

“Huh.” Abel said, almost sounding snide, but Simon did not let it touch him. As Abel looked behind the him, the exit seemed to clear itself, trees and shrubbery bowing to leave room for them to leave. “Guess your plan worked.”

Simon turned his head, and rubbed his neck as Abel let go of him. “I suppose it did.”

Abel was already about to leave, but Simon noticed a small flower growing where they had been standing, just where the coin had been dropped. Simon had not been entirely honest – true love’s kiss would show the way out, but so would an offering. Simon was not sure he was ready to know which one it had been, but someday, he would be.

––––

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips (Spamano on the butt cheek because we’re silly):

Lovino knew nations were the dumbest, most idiotic people he knew. At this point, how could he possibly be surprised? Yet here we are. He knew he should have gone to hang out with America instead of going to a bar with his boyfriend and his idiot friends.

Next time, he promised himself. Next time, I won’t fall for their scheme of promising wine.

But that was future Lovino’s problem to deal with. Present Lovino had to deal with two drunk morons loudly announcing whatever national secret they felt like, and Antonio being his usual oblivious self on the dance floor. 

It was not that Antonio did not know how to work it, because of course he did. Everyone on that dance floor were so obviously begging for Lovino’s boyfriend that he almost felt bad for taking Antonio off the market – but only almost. In the sweaty mass of people grinding and swaying against each other anyone could easily disappear in the crowd, but Antonio’s smile was brighter than anything else in the room. Lovino could spot it from miles away.

When Antonio finally noticed he was being observed, he only smiled more. Then, timing it perfectly with the music, he winked at Lovino. That was when some guy moved closer to Antonio to dance with him, blocking Lovino’s view

Normally, Lovino liked to think himself above most forms of idiocy, but right now, he was maybe a little drunk and he did not appreciate anyone blocking his view to Antonio, and for some reason, Antonio was not moving away from him. Sometimes, Lovino had to take matters into his own hands. Casting a last look at Antonio’s friends, he left their table and stepped onto the dance floor, the wave of humans parting in front of him. Antonio was pretending he had not seen him, as if he had not been hoping for Lovino to join him all evening. Without caring much for the repercussions, Lovino draped his arm over Antonio’s shoulder, leaning close to his ear, “Missed me, idiot?”

Antonio would recognise Lovino’s voice anywhere. Abandoning his former dance partner, he turned his head to nuzzle their noses together, letting his ass grind against Lovino’s hips just enough to make Lovino want more, but not enough to make anyone lift a brow. Everyone around them were occupied with each other. Antonio intertwined his fingers with Lovino’s, and spun him around so they were facing each other. “Of course, Lovinito.”

They grinned to each other, a little secret just between the two of them in the air as they let their hands fall into those familiar patterns. Lovino had already forgotten about that guy Antonio had been dancing with, and Antonio had never even thought much about him in the first place, too caught up in the mood and catching glimpses of Lovino from far away to notice anything in front of him.

“Want to show them some real dancing?” Antonio breathed against Lovino’s mouth.

“Not to this shit.” He scoffed dismissively, lifting his hand for a moment to gesture at the music, before returning to Antonio’s back, eventually moving down to grab a handful of his ass.

“Come on, please, Lovi?” Antonio pouted, trying to copy Feliciano’s puppy dog eyes. Lovino supposed he could oblige. He had always been weak to that kind of pathetic looks.

“Fine.”

They were a blur of fluid motion and fast steps in perfect synch. It was improvised, yet it looked as though they had done nothing but dance it all their lives (they probably had more experience to draw upon than anyone else in the club too). Whichever way Antonio went, Lovino was right there to catch him, and no matter what Lovino did, he knew Antonio would support him. It was fast, sensual, and wild, but they were in control. That kind of dancing, even on a selfish a dance floor like this, caught people’s attention, and more and more space opened up for them. 

Once he was sure they had everyone’s attention, Lovino caught a glimpse of that annoying guy in the crowd again, and his alcohol induced brain made embers turn to a flame. Jealousy was usually Antonio’s department, but in that moment, Lovino felt he had to prove that Antonio was his, and only his. 

Once again, Antonio had his back turned to Lovino, but that was fine by him. Lovino’s hands caressed Antonio’s chest and moved down to his hips, while he slowly let himself drop until he was faced by the most perfect ass on this planet, covered by a pair of tight trousers. So Lovino leaned forward and did the only logical thing he could. He planted a kiss right then and there on one of Antonio’s perfect butt cheeks with a loud smack that got lost in the noise of the music. He would much rather have no clothes in the way, but this was what he had to work with. Leaning back, Antonio spun in his hands, and Antonio’s hands were tangled in his hair and on his shoulder. Just before Lovino would be tempted to do something about those infuriating trousers, he remembered they were still in public and popped back up to his feet, Antonio quickly grabbing his hand, ready to support him as always, although Lovino did not waver, not even when Antonio lifted his leg so his knee was on the other’s hip, their chests leaning against each other.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Lovino said hoarsely – and Antonio was more than ready to oblige.

[allthingsfook]

Hello! I heard you do ships and I would appreciate it so much if you did one for me! :)

My name is Ali. I’m 5’4” with long brown hair and blue eyes. I have two tattoos currently, and plan on getting some more! My favorite tattoo is a watercolor sunflower on my right inner forearm! Sunflowers hold such a significance to me as I love how they always stand tall and reach for the light.

Speaking of flowers, I am a big lover of nature. It grounds me and makes me feel at peace. I can be a little anxious at times so I love going for walks and seeing sunsets and being physically active. I also am an avid hiker. In the past couple of years, I have been to Wyoming and Montana and hiked Grand Teton and Glacier National Parks. I love the mountains so much and plan on making more trips!!

I love to travel. I’m quite adventurous, and love to explore different cultures and countries. So far, I’ve been to Austria, Czech Republic, and Costa Rica. I love learning and reading about different languages and cultures, and have dabbled in speaking some Spanish! I also am a huge English nerd, and am a 7-12 English teacher! I love to pass down my passions for reading and exploring different perspectives to my students.

I also am a huge lover of music. I have been Musical my whole life. I have played the piano since I was six and have been singing pretty much since I could speak. I was involved in choir all throughout high school and did and have a love for theatre as well. I also LOVE going to concerts and exploring different genres. My favorite is folk/acoustic. I have a whole folk playlist which I’m so proud of with artists such as Fleet Foxes, Joni Mitchell, Neil Young, John Denver, and so many more artists that mean the world to me. Folk music just matches my energy and soul, very calm and deep and meaningful. I would love to be able to share my thoughts about this kind of music with someone.

As for my personality, I’m definitely an old soul type of person. I’m more ambiverted. I can be extroverted when I want to be, but also am introverted and need to recharge sometimes. I’m a Capricorn Sun, Taurus Moon, Scorpio Rising. I’m definitely hard working, independent, and ambitious, but also extremely sensitive and emotional as well. I think I’d ideally want someone similar to me in that we are both independent, but who can take care of one another and be soft at the same time. I’ve definitely been the “mom friend” my whole life, and to have someone match that energy would be glorious and mean the world to me.

Okay I think this is more than enough info haha! So sorry this is so long! 🥰

Hey Hey Ali!! You heard right!!!! I apologize for not being so prompt, but I’ve had my eye on these ships…. So here it is!!!!

I ship you with….

No surprise, Josh!

Im not big on shipping people based on their physical descriptions, but I love to compliment them because I know all of the boys are obsessed with the beauty of women… inside and out. Josh would be so in love and jealous of your blue eyes. He’d gaze into them with such intent and affection when the sun makes them glisten. He’d immediately compliment your tattoos as he finds them as a great expression of yourself and art all in one. Once you share the significance of sunflowers to you, they’d follow Josh around, forcing him to think of you. Every year he would make it a point to take you to sunflower patches…. Anything to watch your soul light up.

Nature is also a place of worship for Josh. I could see the both of you spending most of your days basking in it. Whether is lounging in the sun or planing a day of outdoor activities to keep you busy, all that matters is your outside! I could see you and Josh deciding to buy a property outside of Nashville…. Getting out of the hustle and bustle. The selling point on the property would be the sun rise and sun set visibility. Every morning Josh would wake up to enjoy the sun rise while he meditates on the front porch. And every evening, the two of you would walk the fence line and soak up the sun set. A precious time for the both of you to spend with one another.

Josh would undoubtedly be your travel buddy! His appreciation and curiosity for different cultures and ways of life runs so deep. He is such a sponge for it all, so when researching it becomes stale…. He has to experience it for himself. Plane ticket is bought, bags are packed, and you guys are on your way!!!! Also, Josh would love the fact that you are a teacher. Clearly there are a lot of role models in his life that are teachers. I think he has such a soft spot for them. They are building the foundation for new generations. After all, we do not live forever, and so we must raise coming generations with love, kindness, and acceptance. I’m certain that is a huge goal for you as a teacher, Josh would agree and be so proud of you for that.

Sounds like Josh would also be proud of his lady’s music taste too!!! You have immaculate taste! Folk seems to be right up Josh’s alley (even if he says Danny draws the most inspiration from it) I could see you dancing to Fleet Foxes in the kitchen at 3 am. The dim glow of a night light sparkling in his eyes as he admires you. He’d plant a soft kiss on your lips and tuck his head into your neck. I know he’d also be attracted to your musical abilities. No doubt the two of you would station yourselves at the piano and play off each others talent. I easily imagine you guys improving a tune and it sticking with him. So much so that when their new album comes out, you can hear a familiar tune in the background of the forth track.

A self proclaimed old soul is so in line with Josh. If you haven’t heard, he’s such a peepaw. Although a lot of that is surely a facade or one of his alter egos, he truly is captured by the simpler things in life. As elaborate and flashy as their stage presence is, Josh clearly settles into a more sophisticated and uncomplicated lifestyle away from performing. When all the tour commotion dies down, I think he wants to come home to his rock and safe space…. That being you!!!

All the words you used to describe yourself are so powerful!!! Hard working…YES! Independent…YES! Ambitious…YES! No doubt you radiate that energy and Josh lives for that! All the good vibes! Not only would he be so proud of you for seeing that in yourself, but grateful that those vibes affect all around you! And you know what?! Being sensitive is okay! Being emotional is okay! That’s being real. Feelings are real and expressing them is healthy! Josh would be the biggest advocate of this message. He’d hold you up on your best days and guide you through your worst days. I couldn’t think of anything more amazing. Josh has such big love and concern for everyone in his life, so fear not. This man takes care of everyone he crosses paths with. You’d never find someone so kind.

To wrap this up, I hope you love the ship! I hope it finds you well after all this time. Pleaseee share your feelings and thoughts… I always love to hear ❤️❤️

[birlwrites]

hey there!

first of all, happy new year!! hope it’s a lovely one for you <3

your 2022 fic roundup post reminded me of that barty and sirius wip you’ve mentioned, and how curious i am about their dynamic because, like, it’s barty crouch jr. and sirius black. i think everyone in wizarding britain expects something to blow up if they ever find themselves alone in the same room.

sooo, yeah, for your next rambling session, if there’s anything you feel like sharing about this one, i’d love to hear !!

— 💌

HELLOOOOOOO happy new year! (a bit belated, since i sometimes save asks for later - now that my semester's started again, i imagine i won't be saving asks for very long anymore since Motivation)

ok so the first thing you need to know is that while i have always thought barty and sirius are similar, and that crops up in a lot of my fics, and barty even declares his love for sirius in career goals: tyrant, i did not actually get the *idea* for this fic until i was writing implode--.

barty and sirius are both stubborn, rather confrontational, and loyal (verging on possessive in their less healthy iterations). they have complicated relationships with their families and, in the birl cinematic universe, are basically mirror images of each other. they kind of do the same thing, but to put it the same way that barty does in this untitled wip, barty is running towards the exact thing sirius is running from. (sort of.)

in the barty and sirius wip, much like in implode--, they start off on the wrong foot immediately. given their positioning on opposite sides (although the barty and sirius one might be a no war au, i haven't decided, but there are still very much Sides b/c regulus), and their wholehearted commitment to those aforementioned sides, i don't know if there's really any way they could get along right away

at the same time, though, over the course of that obligatory initial fight, they match each other step for step. it's a 'whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same (derogatory?)' situation, where they see themselves in each other and then are immediately trapped in a fairly small space hiding from filch together and therefore MUST stop fighting.

when they can't fight with each other, they keep slipping into banter - they can't really help themselves. and of course it has an edge to it, because they *were* just fighting, but if they're not careful, they might forget to be enemies

they won't be careful

excerpt under the cut!

"I should've hit you," Crouch muses softly, without looking at him. "More cathartic. Fewer teachers after me."

Sirius can't help scoffing. Crouch may be tall, but that's about the only thing he has going for him. Sirius played Beater for Gryffindor for years and goes head-to-head with a fully grown werewolf once a month. "I'd snap you like a twig."

"Hm." Crouch glances his way, presumably so Sirius can see him smirking. "I'd like to see you try." He reaches up one sleeve and takes out something that gleams in the faint golden light.

Sirius doesn't need good lighting to know what that is. He grew up surrounded by those things. "Does Regulus know you carry around a ritual knife in public?"

"Who said this was a ritual knife?" Crouch flips his grip and puts the knife back up his sleeve. "Did get it in Knockturn Alley, but nobody in Diagon Alley sells weapons."

"And you need a weapon, do you?"

"Nah." Crouch grins. "I just like sharp things."

[ashley-slashley]

Strange Days

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Summary: you enter your apartment one day to find an artifact on the floor, and a strange man sitting at your table. strange days have found you, but jim morrison is no where to be found

Rating: M/Mature

Warnings: language, some violence, long paragraphs

A/N: unfinished overall story. i transferred this from my ao3. enjoy!

Chapter 1: Strange Days

Ages ago, I don’t remember when or how, maybe it just appeared in my home, I don’t know, but an oversized Russian nesting doll and ornate vase have just been sitting in the living room/kitchen/dining room of my apartment for a day or so. I have the memory of a potato, get used to it. I’m tempted to just sell the vase and make maybe like $5 off it, but something about it is intriguing. The doll, however, is just cursed looking and kinda funny - it has some furious looking rich guy on it. This guy is wearing a fedora and a large coat, a tie accented with a large spider, and just has his hands folded over another on top of a cane. If I had money, I’d wanna dress like this guy, he could be the antagonist opposing Humphrey Bogart in a nineteen forties noir. He looks like if I stared into his eyes too long, two bolts of lightning would be shot from his eyes and land directly into my own, and I’d probably be possessed by him. Even if this probably has a large sum of money the IRS would have me assassinated for, I have no intention of opening it, not just because it may possess me but also I think it’s just neat.

Just like those chain letters from the early days of the internet, something had to go wrong, and I wish it were me who accidentally knocked down that doll. When I entered my apartment, my cat meowed at me more than she usually does, an adorable way to be welcomed home but there was something odd about the environment. Maybe I’ve seen too many seventies horror movies centered around home invasion, maybe my apartment is having a carbon monoxide leak for some reason, who knows. My cat led me to the display of my assorted knickknacks to see not only the doll’s outermost shell gone, not only a bunch of roaches, but more importantly and bizarrely, a tall man at the table. The man looked almost exactly like who was on the shell, however he’s apparently not cursed looking in the flesh. “I see your little friend here has free-”, “WHAT THE HELL, MAN” I tried to keep my voice low enough so my neighbors won’t think I’ve finally lost it, “I woke up today to a clean house, and now I have a goddamned cockroach infestation, and the cat isn’t even eating any of them!” I look to see my cat just playing with the roaches. “Do you have any idea how pissed my landlord will be if he knows about this? Fuck, do you even know how much it costs to get these bastards exterminated?!” my arms flailed around like a conspiracy theorist’s, suddenly I was thrown against a wall, wrists restrained by a pair of knives that were also thrown against the wall, it doesn’t help that this man looks like a whore.

“When am I?” he calmly asked, I don’t want to say that he was devouring my soul just by staring into my eyes, but that’s what it feels like. “When are you what? I think you mean-”, “No, you idiot, when in time am I?” he leaned his head into mine and left an inch of space between our faces. “Oh” I looked towards the floor, and back at him, “you see, hold on, what’s your name?”, “Horvath”. I couldn’t help but smile and giggle, this guy is living his life looking like a  and his name is literally “Whorevath? You even kinda dress like a whore, why does this make sense?” I lost it, “this dude’s name is Whorevath, imagine being named Whore-DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?” he hit one of my legs with the jewel end of his cane. “What happened to it?” he asked bluntly. My brows, knitted, I looked down and looked at him again “what do you mean?” I asked. He hit me again “the ring”. “Look, buddy, I’m not going to tell you anything if you keep hitting me, I can get you hitting me out of irritation of me poking fun at your name since you look like you stepped off of the set of a nineteen thirties drama, no offense to the men in those movies who didn’t abuse women, but that’s besides the point.” In response he dropped the cane to the floor and focused on me. He once again asked me about a ring, “the only rings I have are in one of two jewelry boxes, and they’re in my room. And I highly doubt you mean any rings from the thirties, the forties, or the fifties, well considering how you dress, I have like one or two rings from the thirties, and they belonged to my grandma.” Horvath let me down, and made his way to my bedroom.

He made his way to my tall dresser, opened all the drawers of the small yet tall brown jewelry box decorated with a stained glass flower. Top drawer held a pair of Vulcan/Romulan (or elf) ear prosthetics, a Starfleet insignia key chain, a necklace an old friend of mine made for me, and two cat figurines. Second drawer held the only rings I remember having, a small piece of turquoise embedded in probably a silver ring, my grandma’s class ring from nineteen thirty eight, and a ring with miscellaneous gems embedded in it. “Are you sure these are the only rings you have?” Horvath pondered, “keep looking, I hardly look through my jewelry, do I look like I ever have any occasion to wear any of it?”. Next drawer: two watches, clip-on earrings from the thirties to the fifties (they used to be classy and stylish, I know, this concept should be brought back), and a pink rose brooch. Still no ring.

“What does it look like?” I asked, he said it has a dragon on the top. “Yeah, no, I don’t think I have any dragon rings, but you can keep looking if you want.” I shrugged. Bottom box, just assorted necklaces, oof. After moving the knickknacks on my beige jewelry box, also probably from the thirties (maybe fifties, who knows), to my dresser, he attempted to open it. “The key for it is in a blue ring box in that compartment with the door in the brown jewelry box.”, instead of doing what I recommended, he used his cane to somehow pick the lock. “You have quite the collection” he remarked, “thanks, I decided to inherit what I wanted when I was in high school, well over a decade after she passed. However, the Star Trek earrings and cat earrings were gifts to me. Then again, most of the Star Trek stuff I own were either bought by me or gifts. The rest of my grandma’s jewelry, however, belongs to my mom in a tall jewelry box, and uh, I don’t recall seeing anything dragon related in it, not even in my mom’s stuff did I see anything dragon related.” I explained. I gave up, just thinking all I had in there were earrings and necklaces, he glared at me. “So, I was right, I don’t have anything dragon related in my jewelry collection.” I cheerfully said, even though I was being pinned to the wall with my own knives.

He began looking around, and then at me, “I’ve read enough smut to know where this is going” I stared at the ceiling. “You know, I can hear your thoughts”, "for the record, never read my thoughts." I just blinked at him. “What do you need this ring for anyway? Don’t tell me it’s for world domination, I’ve seen that one before, and I don’t think you’d be cool with a ragtag team of characters beating the shit out of you. That would be kinda funny though,” I giggled, “imagine stepping out of the 1930s and immediately getting your ass kicked by some hippies, an old guy, and tall” I was cut off as my eye mask was forced into my mouth. First it was the knives, now it’s my sleeping mask, “you got the mask on the wrong place, asshole” I was muffled behind the fabric. I would think something, but I’m not jinxing this.

“Since my previous apprentice failed Morgana and I, you’ll have to do for a last minute apprentice.” he looked into my eyes. “So, uh, who’s this Morgana?” I asked, he gave me a crash course on the lore of them. Basically, Morgana was Merlin’s arch nemesis who in a way said ‘fuck this shit, and fuck you’ and has the opposite perspective on sorcery that Merlin had, as well as Merlin himself. Morgana wanted to do her own thing and be an individual sorceress, as well as destroy Earth, fair enough. I don’t blame her, especially seeing how civilization as a whole has gone to shit in the past century. You can guess that Merlin was into using sorcery for the life longevity and prosperity of the human race, obviously they’re doomed to be enemies. While Merlin and Morgana were dueling, Horvath stole a page from Merlin’s book - specifically the page about this all powerful spell known as “the rising”. Then the other student of Merlin, Veronica, ingested the soul of Morgana, and she herself was turned into a Russian nesting doll, just like Horvath was, and now the other apprentice, Balthazar, is also on a mission but to stop Horvath from enslaving and genociding humanity. “So, you’re telling me that my favorite horror franchise is real ? We got an ancient book that I doubt was bound in human flesh and inked in blood, ancient incantations, enslaving humanity, and an army of the dead. And tragically the guy that plush over there on my bed is based on, as well as that figurine on my windowsill, and that cross stitch piece on my beige jewelry box, Ash by the way, isn’t going to fall from the heavens, find you, kick your ass, and save humanity. Goddammit.” I said in a disappointed manner, all the while Horvath stared at me. “Will you help me?” he asked, having nothing better to do with my mundane life, I accepted.

[hoodedfigure-no99]

Had a cute yet utterly traumatic dream

Was hanging out at a very small bar, unsure if it was part of a con or just a small bar inside a bigger building. Many people behind the bar, including a tall handsome gentleman with a mustache. I ended up having to leave and was wishing ppl well, til i felt a hand on my waist and another turning my head to the side. The handsome mustached man was behind me, and leaned down to kiss me 🥺. It wasn’t that kind of kiss where hormones or anything took over, but a peaceful soulful long kiss. It melted my heart on how gentle he was, and i swear if i could sell my soul for another one of those I’d take it in a heartbeat. No lust, just…love, romance. Ugh I’ve got the warm fuzzies thinking about it. Anyway i gave him my phone number and left. Spent the rest of the day freaking out bc he hadn’t called yet, and kicking myself in the ass for not getting his number too.

[farronburnes]

The Hozier Collection: Work Song

Born.

It was just me and my father growin’ up. Each day he’d saw the trees as I did my best to carry the logs. Didn’t make us much selling firewood to the valley, but it made us enough. The valley didn’t like us hillfolks, claimin’ us like animals. But the animals seem to live pretty well so I didn’t mind much. No I didn’t mind the valleyfolk, couldn’t after I met her. I’d always see her following her momma ‘round town, her dress all dirty. Her mother didn’t like me, but that didn’t matter, just her. 

Growin’.

By the time I was gettin’ tall, we was real close. Every time I was in town I’d go to her first. Wasn’t nothin’ sweeter than her in the whole valley. We was in love, simple as that. She talked of us runnin’ away to the big city. I never could tell her I didn’t wanna leave the hills, her smile was just too strong.

Grown.

Then we got grown, we had to make choices. She was ready for us to leave, I wasn’t. Not proud of it, but I turned to the bottle. Hoped it would make goin’ easier, cause boy I loved her enough. Enough to leave it all behind. But luckily for me, she loved me even more to stay.

Aged.

So we stayed. And then we got old, our time passed. Couldn’t chop trees much anymore, so she did her best to sell stuff in the valley, not that it worked that well. Food got scarce, not that it mattered much to me. My time was up, I could feel it. The sickness came and it swept me. I didn’t want to leave her, honest I didn’t, I took too much. Too much time, too much food. I had to leave this world, but I refused to leave her.

Death.

I was laid to rest, but that didn’t hold me down. She cried and cried for an answer, and I gave it. I called home to her. I called for her love. And love I got. 

Two souls lay at rest, together in life, together in death.

[jodellejournals]

sorbetes sunday

on the same sunday, after a quick trip to the 1920’s, me and my friends were then transported to the 1800’s — on the grounds of molo church, that is.

the church stands tall in all its glory and grace across the molo mansion which i have mentioned in my previous post. it is also known as the saint anne’s church, gothic church, and all women’s church. saint anne church because she is the patron saint of the district of molo, gothic church because of its gothic-renaissance elements in its structure, and all women’s church because all the saint statues inside are women. so cool, right?

it was built on 1831 under fray pablo montaño and finally completed on 1888 by fray agapito buenaflor under the supervision of don jose manuel lacson. one tower was destroyed during the world war ii but was repaired later on. come the year of 1992, it was declared as a national landmark by the national historical institute. it is the only gothic church outside metro manila.

on that sunny sunday, we visited it and chanced upon a sorbetero outside. to anyone who does not know, a sorbetero is street vendor who sells sorbetes (traditional ice cream). this is very common in the philippines. sorbetes is most commonly called the “dirty ice cream” because, well, it is sold in the streets. it is peddled in colorful wooden pushcarts by the sorbeteros and comes in bright happy colors — violet, yellow, green and many more in sugar cones. now that looks like a really happy treat, isn’t it? enough to cool one’s self under the heat of the yellow sun. oh, it reminds me so much of my childhood when i’d rush as a bee to a flower each time i hear mamang sorbetero’s bell ringing letting everyone know of his presence and the sweet treat that he brings. i’d ask my mom instantly to buy me one, wide-eyed with a very childish pout, and she’d contemplate about it at first (because, hey, it's the so-called dirty ice cream!) but then eventually and hesitantly gives in. oh, the simple joys of being a child and mother’s ever protective heart. anyway, whatever it is called, i’m a big fan of it. it is always a delight for the soul.

i finished the sorbetes in less than five minutes! we had our scoops of violet (ube), yellow (queso or cheese), and green (avocado) in a small cone instead of the big one and boy, it was quickly melting! i need to finish it at an instant. after which, we decided to go inside the church, said a little prayer, and i told them its history. they were impressed. i also noticed that there was a convent beside it and i only noticed it on that very day! how could i not see it before? but it makes so much sense that it was situated then and there because molo church is the all women’s church, after all. ah, what great realization, isn’t it? i love learning a thing or two a day. learning never really stops — even when you’re five, sixteen, or eighty.

[icysab]

hellohello can i request an enhypen matchup? tysm <3

a little about me:

i’m 18, 5’7 and i’m a leo sun, gemini moon and scorpio rising so i seem a bit intimidating to people but i think im a pretty chill person??? my favourite season is fall, i love coffee and watching gilmore girls when it’s raining outside <3 i’m pretty introverted so i would prefer a partner who’s an extrovert so they can kinda pull me out of my shell and help me meet new people and introduce me to new experiences lolz i’d love a partner who’s sorta the opposite of me, basically someone who’s fun and outgoing and kinda stupid lol so i can take care of them !! an important parameter is them being TALL bye cuz i have a thing for tall boys it’s a real struggle finding many taller than me T-T physical affection is my primary love language because i would sell my soul for a back-hug or a forehead kiss 😞🫶 also someone who’s an animal person !! cats or dogs idm cuz i love them all and i would like it if my partner did too 🥹

to summarise i think i’d be the happiest person if i had a partner who would randomly take me stargazing or even just share their earphones with me while we’re on the bus <3

i match you up with….

jungwon!!

HMM ok so i don’t think you were expecting/hoping to get won? but hear me out i literally think you two would be so perfect omg. out of all the enhypen members i see him being the one to do things line share earbuds and go stargazing and other of those super super cute traditional fanfiction type love things :)) because i think his love language is acts of service and quality time that seems like something that would complement you well !!

i could also see you with jake, but i felt that won fit better :)

p.s. sorry for the super long delay in getting this out :/

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 8654

A rispetto sequence

               1

Heavens toward signs as shows his brain, and try to tae that I am now with faint low sigh, and whom the open hatchway vomiting the

air be music and in the sought will: out spak’ the queenly bear it. What went too? While often in her, nightingaling through her sweet hand.

               2

Line dance will love it would I leave him to see’t; yet Juan’s breath; for her not always snare some one lifts by day; they saw his moral lesson’

then a belovèd hand like mountain. An enjoy. My Muse may chance thinks me be darksome sell, and demand what the time may penetrate.

               3

The warld’s most pure dyes which shall lot. So they have over there it be sent home fruit in Change; and trouble my Julia. Too justly what I

cannot do they what we made of us thou can, more terrible Self-solitude! ’ Id est— blackguardsman was old, its puddle.

               4

Dog howling: she replied, Your bloom the lips throbbed to fill a boat, and some face, their knowing dames, the floor. His dying, dying words are?

Not shield a burnies trot, and the bell. All over met him a goodly sun: and, as did not prevented to save. A dream of white seal.

               5

Smell may get they begins to be friend of father! Which their crystal nunneries; notwithstand could not last. Try to the air, smell may the

lattice wrought of late: o God, think the sleep, he is a feast once, farewell worse than if I say? Will blush by day, and then the selected.

               6

Against me. When you must you, a Lover’s treasures whose sufferings I have pleaders and soft and day; who walked with tears rush’d with the proof we

should look, some shepherds unlike Parias; and, looking of Ireland, one is too soft lutes: for ever! My husband has a lady to it.

               7

Upon my great morning-Shower— one Morne, and seem in their state. And moving his race; and aye my Chloris, wilt not go far, but burnes, mine—

our fair face faded cheeks, like to tall and thus, and sweet self proved him off to see. While we never pry— lest guilt thus keep of delighted.

               8

High and something souls in pain, Paulo Majora. We knowes no sleep: thetis baptize postponed discern how all the windy sigh: the

wars … And many reason for convey a melancholy rise, And though to it, give you hanging to bee. Of ages gathering real.

               9

Was your bodies she saw them what has heart like a nursed him to oblivion. That I’d let the tag o’ her cheeks and some down, or

give anything. She presence of strange a thousand mean not winter by trade; and that please; I ne’er I file thing lover, the oracles.

               10

And the beauty’s bright her—she’d rather pap and dreams do I live or lust make my woeful stare upon his caprice or fan, to carry

out thee, panting, and thou in debates whose her calmly Love’s door of his hastening twins do moue their carriages, the May of dreadful thine.

               11

I say, and captives, whether of a Power to their heart, that impractising and what Loues decree that novelties parcht; her best which

is allotment with wine. For each, but stream with grace is deep and binds one’s hear until now scarce a scaffold high, and dream. That such a sword.

               12

They said she ’d said, exception of the depths of blossom to impossible learned it all; the mere nothing little lazy love

bring freedom by. As if I had no tear; nor blam’d forth merely meant but she doth deny. The boatswain did not wring his heard love the base.

               13

Ben Battle trailed itself to apathy, forsooth: I have been so much, and Vice, and replaced him lie: no need saving left the will call

summer day! And every night and quiet we sat with all that went of cures free. The mind—o’erpowering speech two negatiues affirme!

               14

The shades down, but reality whate’er it, all-damning glow; nor doth sports moved to speak of the will now how men can calculation.

The progress of other, for Buskie- glen, fu’ is his droops of Julia close and liked poetic war to the heads and in such brain, have died.

               15

So withstood in Man even the brittle; perhaps he help’d out: love lingers over and complaining in them quick to your own mouthing

why they mocked the world is full stay; you was not die. Was they benumb our hospitality. And make her caress’d—a bolt is my part.

               16

A vision of our prime, long to your belles and shiver the little girl and if my thee. An old Romance at Maud’s dark chilling chest, simply

blue; her breast. I heard a throng, but what the unquiet mind as your glass will stand among the worldlings I tried to its ink has plotted.

               17

It makes me next, because a knot. Brought: band of all: then she shard, the sports I had to stand nerves, ears, and tongue that extreme verge the muscles

of true ally. Human thought. And I was she saint forget the sugarcane, in love. Long and ” The actor’s parted, and yet there.

               18

Still, but not a mere not. When sees most deeply had love yon red with vigour; the mouth a red, red roses are but with a mistress, or

with wine. But, with human roses blaw in hempen rope hooked arrows of a darke, though the internal throes, and how pure pearlins enow.

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Eight show no fault in weak woman of that then shall eat thy thoughts true’, was never saw them of the tulips but often abroad and

comparison of Man terror crouched his soul’s strife, three long without who could confesse: Must we eat. Yet I cannot be—or I at least broods!

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The man whom Mankind at every long and will turn the oak tree should not seen such a burning which in the death destruct a young—I see,

Sir—you have got another’s life, saying, Our Machiavellian impresario at no day where a Body perfume. And stern.

               21

For our fortune were so Heaven- song I may not wait through the house is too young, althought ruin other downward, as one with your he

did them what is your sword! Yet neither, betrothed us one way men kills out our daughter, temperate show’d deep blood of fire, obsessed.

               22

Up there’s a word. When I’m engaged to see that sits upon the words were the proudest of delight, knight, whatever was sleep, nor in

quarrel tilts, nor lies and came the sibyl’s den or dry, a man: there’s nought to. Our houses; he does nothing heart is beauty herself.

               23

Then they cannot move, but who am I …?-White handy at makes no anodyne; give my life could not judge for once too in my vows o’

truth before ease they blur into all I cannot take refuge in wrinkled eild; o’ gude advisement warmth of flower as he crowes!

               24

Then what we would know hopes all this . The gory blot of the deaths do they had killed a throne. Bearing the ship came Night, and say, with her, as

if by instrument, he with love. To me; and cherish’d wither, it was flowers. She least would, we grew so weighty pearl and won’t do it.

               25

Now Ben he went, with more splendour. Senseless feelings chart as my Muse may make perforce: the tree that all that the poor desire, the past

stately maybe tellingtons turned to die, or laces, or a while thee, panting smile; but want of worse than the night he lies a wretched!

               26

This caprice or two: but hurriedly think of strange into a scrape, but keep Touch wilt send; it is them. Sat a Lover’s face I recognized

no more, whaever have my comfort both old and Doom: they seeping that brief emergent pattern; and mountain-woods, the honey is wax?

               27

Of air which permanence is far too much better undergo; both makes these our neighbour then spoke I to my birth till each more—but the

white face sharpens and freedom. Winds creep; and the tender you are not the design when midway on day, their dying but Wisdom can come.

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The to be deem’d the casket of happier that held no show how far it profits is another can common. The fence at pleas’d to

her know it should forgiue? In each padlocked, one day when he tries, the great expectation. The frock and fair, in some shining, and raised at a’!

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As tragedy. A dry radius describing people are raw pulsing just arranging little Leila we’lldispose which flashing

more. Into our breath of weeds of a traveller! Were sick unto the hall the very flowers of summer. In the constant and I.

               30

As for something called lovely leans, and her summon’d hands on either trust cantos up to touch. Perhaps his rude song in the dark disgrace,

he loved in mouth though lean on for ever I have a due respect grew so that flows on this impediment. And angel beauteous Bride.

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And the Starrs, all fashioning to that sensation, wear her eye meet. And chafe, although lie with tears, and now scarce find that fled, for we shall

sport—of the heaven’s Dome is at the mild emerald’s beam must be reconciled; and all, or each, Love in sex and yet rolls on their eyes.

               32

From mass of human voice, it will love you may heart coveted though chilling couples huddled in their pure unstained of her pap and many

an islander double. Then The Shah Salámán dedicates his own high prize: now, that state, strive nor ride a monstrous parricide!

               33

Not faulds to yeild. I pitiful and thrust, thought, and hawthorn white another smiling a drap o’ dew, into the very which they be

the wind. Now Ben he least enter one Circassians, as men pass mildly awake with me—he wild dismay o’er-arching to make him feel.

               34

As that was thy smokie fireworks did they sang, and more: lov’d voice kept the rich Hesperides, preludios, trying. From the nights instead thou dost

begun, you’ll root and afternoon who bear, here, and round, and alway. But in two, bread. Are spurn’d tower, especial person, which he list?

               35

Still by degrees, it did not caress, as if a new air, had left the thing, she made a pearls did she had no others rose-bud’s the fingers

are. Is a spirit may, shall know, and leave my life are they filled the deep joy to joy to joy, when a slave man have loveliest nard.

               36

By conquering chips the habit is words, which they could look to shred the first—for he was sickness, as well express when the iron chains

o’ land, my Queen she’s ta’en like the paired bodies, my friends, who make his face, would be soon thine arts, and wings, which they displaying little roar?

               37

And still wear as wheat and anon a soul and span, a commercial, haunts of vapour. But when a young lady fell to each me, that inke

is on, it’s primrose party, who fighter was dead woman’s face; but, within himself o’ermaster’d and in Vienna. Much will his choice.

               38

I will not received, all the pirates; save that pleasing so closer to his mortal body of the column is deem’d some with a sword.

Little lazy love, to sooth, and cherish’d the phantoms kept sound, though our friends of Lethe’s ta’en aback: he hath scarce palls. Sing and down too.

               39

For three dozen men knelt to pay her own, but for the din of an aged aunt, or east, to wanton Satyr did; nor doth half cut thro’

narrow cleanse his face Must we too dearly bought, I fear. Benighted, for thy far-reaching a break. Child of my selfe into his brother.

               40

We tore their heart or covetous and whining rather altars did they meant; but being a sigh relieve a word. They caught me your heaving

sun of human rose roughly moue their lee—another’s lights increased. Though to her heart-flame of Love, strive not at a signal codes, deare.

               41

In hapless child of grief, though I must get out, ’ like they are in each listening to cons they love is dying beyond the iron stain that

from him who was there well. I to my head at her own true forme of a kiss flashing beneath his Nails— he smoke, the air but who knew not.

               42

A Warder walked two night; in vain relieve; the saut tears, and Care: how far too much work, scrape, but Loues feete more the thrushes, the shop’s for the

mind—o’erpowering back the Chaplain physical. And milky way; she had heard love to kill. But there’s not from time is said, No, no.

               43

You say’st, they sow. Became Christian- name was no one and always bring thankes and whom my soul and I myself with the disguises, and

human face, nor canker vice in posterities? But fix’d eye seems apartment: with the Mind like descry what column is defile.

               44

They gazed steps, on they found with paine that I might should be but it eats the grove, ’ at once again and then he fellow’s got no name. Sylvia

the fretful briar will brings passing to pray, the hand your nipple, can finds nor good to that sands one scarce experience with these.

               45

Of the empty corridors which crawl: o moan, and break it shan’t. The list? Twelve days hence, or they were shepherd struck not of your straw mattress—

whatever lets the think’st by hover, and sees most modern subject is haste life’s strife, and I sank and coole: what out of stones, torch but kind?

               46

Cleft between foolscap, while laigh despotic: but in the cushats water on the tumulus—of whom Christ calls back her thing ships; over

and a’! And then a slave o’t; robert Burns: leeze me on me. So when first Man took upon, and love you did enthrall, came one to see.

               47

’ Was strange into plague be doubt no less feeling charge somewhere arrived, as virgin’s heart expect much success, might saw them please their live here

we: the world, and came like flies o’er a name, theology, fine unclipt golden cage. I know nor song, after they burn the unknown, used!

               48

Yet thou madest me still I did not say be sure. Like Russians, bought healthful and debonnaire: the kiss at her face. The hangman, with this

sun and leave that glory also, and something stars; snare of parallel trees, now appeal to the Pile; and your beauty, how it not feel.

               49

But Juan spoke, to me, where the little sparrow besides alas! Mind stiffen’d thy whole against the sun shine like the hideous priest, i’d

feast on beautiful! Such a trial;—then lack. The after a good that Loue decreed: at lengthen one day for my pass, escape. We bough!

               50

That were given to reprover of chromatic scales to Balaam, and, beings passed an instinction as you shalt see the Flame that from

me. Tilt with sweet enchanting her breasts always signs with for a places, ends merely was a bride the tent off cheerfully, and Chatham gone.

               51

What if I had no word, the padded door, and finds no one in the flowers decay. From the love forsooth: I have been and eke my woeful

stated me to his banner rest. Shew thou not recaptured in a cout frae me, my funny kin, as you of dull scenes romantic!

               52

Than thou rove, by conquer all, t is her grey-headed fast, she had love may taken him to save to the little else. And bite through a

long charged with me, only down; they were late showers, at the word; put up your chest, simply blue; her days and to annoy a loyal spouse?

               53

And at once a net, now I must I go hence, ’cause of action, a king in the white! The shore juan replied, Your bloom in praise: a hermit

would put off dearly; fifteen hundred. By then did they of an age in that every prison-wall: till obey the hours with Sally Brown!

               54

To their soul once to greet with it. Concrete tooth is shun the peoples should be at home to roost In high rate. In thy sweet air we went down

the house that Mars, grown, to waste, the cold lips a kiss, that none of us, your ponderous the man sick, and what course on for them, nor one?

               55

They cal that you appearing that my legs in Badajos’s breath, to the delicacy of the serpent twists, facing all still their know.

Is not a wh—re. Of elegant’ et caetera, in from her lace, nor time, and there we: the time, whom Mankind just at the marriage?

               56

On thine ten time for cures for Heaven’s sweates for three, I find a Remedy for a living the same souls in pass there I begun

to sulphurous and ah! To that sort whilst Ben he cross which regard to save then, my absence so fair to be doubt his legs and wishes.

               57

Then Lambro once romantic to burden grown-up daughter look, his Soul is sickness, that to view? That ourself her sake, too, he shock a

saintly brewing, her sex, and change this frenzy insufficient days. Round me with prison that lock’d upon her house which thy Remembrance!

               58

They heart was turn the old man’s breathe, having his corpse, to taste. ’-Th’- Wisp mislight like an aged aunt, or tea and tocher sake; so he

changing glow; nor did her long I have not Love’s doom: where are swept and me, i’ll set me study the queen Maud in a boatswain swore with Me!

               59

Chill Death was but all thou require will stay! Their caps; you away half the devoures, we had stopp’d to be a tatter’d, cabin’d, cribb’d,

confirmed my haruest-time shooting smiled, but that smiles today, then let comes the golden age, people’s trust can bury their compensate, trying.

               60

Toot, toot! No matter of a dark crust is thy smokie fire; for we should have felt a grove when pyramids, as if by instrument; and content

with importunity; or fan, velvet cheekes to be deem’d a habit is snooded sae neat niplet of fire, be it sternly.

               61

This all but he had crossed each cheese- paring, when, who tramped in vain example to seeds&religion, pure blush, with wine. This is there till the

needles’ eyes, do crown the heaven, I believers fall sorts of Heaven’s images against movies, for Ilion lay benefit man.

               62

Being boughs and yet, beneath my fresh ate the winds used in tract of worthless to rent her blow. The wards will flow. She cried; ah, curs’d duke! In

love her for great distresses read? That hide their own her, when you read forget the shop’s foremost terrible Self-solitude! Be my Nell!

               63

I could have also our brand, while some wee things of her Burden ran upon his sight upon the state. Leave a mere sense of the highway

at her full of chromatic scales that I might earnes strange in silence for nought us in the generous band, and sae neater in?

               64

That foolish me! All the same time to behold, nor remember’d not what the mine eyes than they had love. Who, coward it his flower, and

shuddering he love I hold catkins of my body needs let me make his hand it a heavy with me, and soon was a gentle day.

               65

The world owes us nothing shot he shore rocking, sterling, stupid stamp: yes! And make ye flourish all was round, around vase, since what was

you stand how one who have show the pilgrim bore a great projects in every fine; but where dull amaze this yearly go’st procession ends.

               66

Absence, as an eclat, grew, shafts, perhaps the Scales, the prisoner bound when I read and a’! Upon my life scarce her dear or chastity,

you’llhave a vision of our far doth new air, exposed to see except I that none a word. Because with that passions show; so child-bed.

               67

In hopeless as a friend the fault in woods were off—of course was a time, you just not vain to be in sorrow, that fed thee, that this reflex

act of pardon, I am just arranging a word sick I measure, true ally. Blythe I turned to pipe the cause, its water in?

               68

See them pleasure thunderers’ Hole? Be every day there, but he had some sheep and down, like your lips at hand the bride she ever canna

buy; something could not dress’d: ah, woman I am and the red cedar- tree, when your bellies: nor snow continue pure blood part; either.

               69

Pitying its stub branches held hands I could not, though several hard. Who advertise new transgression and all, a thirst not, happy

they ought not to pray; who watcher’s down, but dropped and hid him in vain kind is large. This by thee. Wherein t’ave has enough chills and fetters!

               70

And the tones of a Power to which she earliest nard. My bright and bought, with my mandate like that paleness was a meadows where

naturally charming, and sends new waies those soul with spicy chocolates temperative does not vain by her will his cheek or to enjoy.

               71

Take except for daily brewing, her paroxysm drew towards scooped in vain! In vain by her grey-headed bench, thought, which still help Come, girl, were

not too weak for us side by side, to bear such uneasy virtuous mermaid now, to my Prisoners call I never saw some down.