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adamsapple oneshot for @rius-cave, @sugarry-sins and @aesusen

Im huge fans of you you guys btw. And I hope @aesusen would possibly use my hazbin hotel heaven oc

Also slight nsfw stuff (which i hate) , and tuns of swears

Adam pov:

I couldn't believe this, I mean I literally couldn't. First I was the first man on earth, then I was the first human soul to enter heaven, then head exorcist, now I'm a stupid demon on a fucking leash, and owned by the one who fucked my wife's. All because I needed a place to stay, and it was so I can apologize for all the damage I did to the old hotel.

And I knew he was enjoying this, always teasing by saying stuff like "if you be a good boy for daddy, I'll give you a reward~" and "who's my little bitch~" and let's not forget "Look how far you've fallen~". All of those things he said made me turn into a tomato. I hated his constant flirting but I signed my soul to him. So I had to just deal with it

Today I heard lucifer calling my name somewhere after breakfast, and since he owned my soul, I had to. I went to the main entrance of the hotel, seeing lucifer waiting for me with what seemed to be a bunch of papers next to him. I was confused on why there were so many. I hope I wasn't going to hold all of them at once. I looked at lucifer who was turning around to notice I was there.

"Ah you made it! Your such a good boy for daddy~" lucifer said makeing me flush out of embarrassment. "Today will be a simple task, as you notice I have a fuck ton of papers" lucifer said in a energized tone. He looked kinda cu- WHAT! DID I JUST FUCKING THINK THAT?! I I HATED THAT WIFE STEALING MOTHER FUCKER. WHY WOULD I NEARLY THINK HE WAS CUTE?!

I snapped back into consciousness after lucifer waved his hand in my face. "Hey you back" lucifer asked me as my face blushed, I nodded as I looked back at him. "So anyways these papers happen to be fliers for the hotel. If you can put up at least half of them..." lucifer said as they looked at me to finish the sentence "I'll give you a reward~" lucifer finished his sentence as he grabed my chin so i could look at him better, making me blush slightly. "Fine" I groaned out as I picked up half of the papers like luci said.

"But why half" I asked "because I want to make sure that my little pet is safe~" he said Making my face turn red as he chuckled "I just thought after all the really hard work you'd deserve a little less" luci explained the real reason.

28 minutes later

I was walking around hell putting up the fliers to advertise the hotel. While I was doing that, I couldn't help but think about earlier. I didn't know why I nearly thought lucifer was... cute. Just thinking about it makes my tail wag a little. All I could think about was his red cheeks, his toothy smile, his red eyes. I didn't get why I'd think fhat of him after stealing my wife's.

Eventually I reached the p@rn studio. I always got uncomfortable every time I was there. I overherd that angel dust talking about Valentino, and how he described him made me not wanting to meet the guy. I went to the alley, knowing well that sinners go there all the time, to do whatever they do. Placed the last flier on the wall. All the sudden I felt a hand Placed on my shoulder, I turned around to see it was Valentino himself.

"My my, if it isn't adam, the first dick ever" Valentino said Making me uncomfortable. "Yep that's me, look man I got to go" I tried to walk away but Valentino stopped me. "Whats the matter? We have some time~" Valentino said on a flirty tone, Placing his hand on my chin. I was nervous on what he was gonna do to me

Lucifer pov:

I was in the main entrance waiting for Adam to return. "He should of come back by now" i said to myself. "Well your highness, you own his soul, couldn't you just sense where he is" I herd husk say cleaning the bar. "That's a great Idea" I said as I started channeling my energy to Is conjure up a mirror type thing to look at where adam was. When I found him (spiritual) I saw Valentino trying to seduce Adam, as Adam looked uncomfortable with it.

I felt angered. Ever since Adam got into hell I started to develop feelings for the guy, and he's about to get r@ped by Valentino, the one who licked my daughter's arm. I dashed out of the door forgetting to close the mirror to show where Adam was. I was too focused to save Adam. I've grown to attached to him to much to let him get hurt.

Adam pov:

I was backing up away from Valentino feeling the most uncomfortable I've ever been ever. I eventually backed into the end of the alley, there was no way out of this. Valentino pinned me to the wall as he lifted my chin as he grind, "a fallen angel huh~? That could be anyone's kink~" Valentino said as in a flirty tone. "YEAH WELL MY KINK IS SMASHING BUGS YOU HORNY BUG" I herd someone yell before he hit Valentino with a shovel.

Valentino got knocked out and fell to the ground to show lucifer, dropping the shovel on the ground. It was kinda ho- DAMIT I DID IT AGAIN?! WHAT IS FUCKING WITH ME TODAY. Lucifer ran up to hug me, making me shocked and made me blush a bit as I returned the embrace. "Thank God your ok" lucifer said as he placed his hand on my cheek, making me blush. We stared at eachother for a bit, looking into eachothers eye's for I don't know how long.

Lucifer eventually closed the gap between us, clashing are lips together as we kiss. It felt like an eternity to be honest, the kiss was nice, I never expected to enjoy a kiss from lucifer out of all people but I did. After a few more minutes we broke the kiss as we looked at eachother. My eyes widened as I touched my lip "holy shit luci, that was-" " I know, it was kinda... nice" luci cutting me off as he cherished my cheek, making me blush at my comment of are kiss being nice

"I- I think I love you luci" I said, all flustered of are situation. Lucifer chuckles at my comment "I love you too, now come on, let's get back to the others" lucifer said as he walked me back to the hotel.

EPILOGUE

Lucifer poc:

I was on the couch cuddling Adam as I slowly started to fall asleep. I opened my eyes to see a dark empty void, I knew what was going on, and any moment now SHES gonna appear. "Well, well, seems like someone's got a new boyfriend" I herd a feminine demonic voice echoing in the black void

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ROO" I yelled out, trying to get answers. Red eyes formed all around me as a figure started to form from the distance. "Oh you know what I want" roo said as her spider like limbs made of what appeared to be wood on her back move closer to me. "I'm not giving you my soul. You might own Liliths, but you can't get me" I said as I turned away from roo.

"OK, but make sure your little boyfriend is safe, never know what could happen" roo said as she opens the palm of her real hand to show a flame with a silhouette of adam in the middle, as her black hair with a fade of red glowed showing her eyes being lifeless, her mouth being shut with a smile even as they talk, her outfit of rags having holes in them, her legs representing of of a goat like animal.

"Don't... you... DARE HURT HIM" I yelled out in anger, "who says I'm planning to. But... even if am, what are you gonna do about it" she said with a demonic echo in her voice as her arms became somewhat of some sort of stone monster, with her hands becoming the color of blood. "You know I'm the root of all evil, the reason hell exists, the one who grows more and more powerful with each death in hell has. So even if you tried to protect him..." she opens her other hand with another flame, one with the silhouette of Charlie "you still have a daughter ot protect" she claws me. Making me wake up from that nightmare

"You ok luci" Adam asked out of general concern for me. I looked at him both happy that he's safe but also concerned of what could happen to him. "Yeah I'm fine, just a nightmare" I said sounding rather calm of what just happened. "Don't worry I'm here to protect you" Adam said sounding confident. "Thanks my apple" I said as I snuggle up to him "but I need to protect you" I thought to myself as I look back at him

Roo pov:

"Soon luci, soon you'll be under my control" I walk around the giant hell tree representing the tree of knowledge with a force field in an opening letting me see hell. I walk to my toy chest, pulling out three puppets, one of Eve, one of Lilith, and the final one of alastor "I mean it hasn't been hard to make these three my play things and with one being a guy inside at all times" I laugh maniacally as I grow bigger and stronger, showing a new soul has died permanently. "Isn't that right..... eve" I say as I turn around at eve. Who was chained to the ground cause of me

"Yes mamm" eve said in q scared tone

This seems like a plot of a episode tbh. And I hope my three heros read this. Also I am proud of this!

#hazbin hotel adamsapple #guitarduck #guitarapple #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel roo #Hazbin hotel

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dollbutch · 4 days

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Dollypop, got any rap recs?

so ive been planning on doing a series of playlists as a kinda introduction to rap, especially so after the dot vs drake beef has put rap back in the spotlight and made more people than ever actually aware of the lyrical content of these songs, its mostly been an issue of executive function beating my ass 5 ways to sunday lately, but suffice to say rap recommendations has been on my mind a lot lately

i could probably go on for a few hrs about hip hop and its place as the culmination of all music prior, but rap is a genre that more so than others rewards album listening so i will more often than not recommend albums over singles/tracks but ill try my best to isolate what i consider to be a well rounded list (no links cus i dont use spotify lmao)

theres a lotta ways to split up rap and hip hop as a whole into a thousand micro genres, especially when you take regions into consideration but i think im gonna go with just 15 tracks that cover as many bases as i can and give a little explanation for each track starting with

NY State of Mind - Nas: ny state of mind is THE classic in my books, dj premier provides the perfect boom bap beat for nas to make the final push to usher in a new generation of rap, literally sampling eric b and rakim in the chorus, the previous pair to bring the genre from the 80’s into the 90’s, furthering that push with more complex rhyme schemes and blending the street/gangsta rap of nwa and wu-tang with the jazzy introspection and philosophy of de la and tribe, a perfect set piece for the album of a desperate kid rapping and telling his stories like its his last day on earth because it just might be

Doomsday – MF DOOM: the manifesto of a super villain, a rulebook on rap, a re-emergence of a forgotten rapper, after the death of his brother and issues with the record label dropping KMD Zev Love X disappeared in ‘94 and then in ‘99 MF DOOM dropped operation: doomsday, the dizzying rhyme schemes and word play, the casual humor and pop culture and sampling referencing lends to a true statement of a song, that DOOM was here and was gonna change the world

4th Chamber – GZA: a dozen wu-tang tracks could’ve appeared on this list and all would be justified but 4th chamber is my favourite by far, starting with the now iconic samurai or kung fu film sample and then kicking into a crazy intro beat that calms slightly in time for ghostface killah to come in and pick it right back up with the first verse of this slick posse cut

Mathematics – Mos Def: Yasiin Bey Is a genius plain and simple, another track produced by preemo another masterpiece of a beat, Bey raps about the sociological statistics that work to keep the black population down in this mathematically driven guide through the politics of the late 90’s

You Got Me – The Roots: this track really shows just how good live instrumentation can be, black thought is one of the greatest of all time, simple as frankly I don’t have too much more to say its just a brilliant song

Wesley’s Theory – Kendrick Lamar: the opening to the greatest album of all time, opening with the mission statement of the album, the sample at the start before the james brown esque hit me pulls the tone back down to earth, part one of the track being a young kdots reactions to the money hes been looking for and part two kendrick plays the role of uncle sam the mascot of white supremacy looking to exploit over eager black artists and talents and lump them with a bill and lock them up when they cant pay it, the deep seeped politics, the groove of thundercat and george clinton of the parliments and funkadelic collectives and the dr dre break really helps sets the tone of the album

Jazz (We’ve Got) – A Tribe called Quest: the perfect jazz rap song, the beat was original made by pete rock before being remade by q-tip, a quintessential classic of the genre simple as

Shook Ones pt 2 – Mobb Deep: the greatest gangsta rap song of all time and frankly its not close its something spectacular, the hardest two 19 year olds ever sounded, over a dark almost evil beat produced by havoc this track is an absolute landmark for not just queensbridge but the entirety of the east coast

Introvert – Little Simz: this track is nothing short of spectacular, a powerful, cinematic, orchestral masterpiece, deep diving into her inner turmoil and her roots, the corruption of the british government, this song shook me to my core when I first listened to simbi, a rallying cry that calls for a war against the oppressing forces further tightening the chains if we ever are to be freed from the oppression

Don’t Cry – J Dilla: this song is gorgeous, chopping up I cant stand (to see you cry) by the escorts into a wonderful beat, made by jay dee in the final throws of his life, half worked on while hospital bound, frequent collaborator and fellow soulquarian questlove stated that this was a message to his mother as J dilla knew the end was near

Nuthin’ But A G Thang – Dr Dre ft Snoop Dogg: the quintessential G-funk banger the genre doesn’t get better than this

SORRY NOT SORRY – Tyler, The Creator: a weird choice for this list, I wasnt sure if I wanted to include it because its so tied to tylers discography but its honestly one of the best rap songs ever when you have the context, especially when you take into account the music video where tyler and all the various versions of himself stand before an audience of ex’s and other notable judgemental presences in his life, as he kills almost every version of himself barring the ‘ugliest’ sides of himself in igor and goblin era tyler potentially insinuating those parts of him still reside inside him

I Used to Love H.E.R – Common: this song is so very important, maybe the best use of metaphor in the whole genre, a fallen out of love story for that very same genre, fantastic storytelling and a great beat by no I.D. one of the most important producers and figures in hip hop out of chicago

Aquemini – Outkast: the title track from one the duos third album and really the record that put the dirty south on the radar on a nationwide level, a sign of their decision to stick together for as long as possible, andres verses really shows hes one of the all time greats and that big boi is not far behind at all

Hazard Duty Pay – JPEGMAFIA: this song was all I listened to for a few weeks after it release, an aggressive single verse track over a soulful beat what more could you want

#sorry i rly wanted to do a bit of write up on the songs #some i had a lot more to say than others but thats because those tracks speak for themselves #as always if you like any of these songs lemme know and i can point you in the direction

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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 6 months

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who says you're not getting an ask? because I'm giving you one right now!

anyway, I'm curious about Burn Fast, Burn Bright. not anything specific really, just surprise me ig. I love that fic of yours a whole lot as I'm sure I've stated to you before.

CAN WE GET ON WITH THIS?? TY!!! fic in question, which is OLD as HELL and I got second hand embarrassment from all the things I could’ve done better MAN. here are my thoughts before we get into it;

- this was the second fic I’d written for stanuary, and one of the longer fics I’ve written Ever actually. 15k words. I don’t know how I was able to produce so many words for these events ngl I hope I can redo that this year ANYWAY. first impressions? shallow angst. I think that’s what this is gonna be TO ME, because I’m the author and I hate myself. this was written almost a year ago… ough

- the descriptions will be Okay, but could be Better. I think I’ve gotten better at those hopefully.

- I was writing a lot of 80s angst during this time period and this was the second in that bunch. loose ties and ends, that one kid from jersey, unfortunate ends, like?? I was on a roll. what was wrong with me (still wrong with me)

- the gnomes are here? damn. I like gnomes

- oh that summary. already fucking me up

- I’m going in with the mindset that even at the time I knew that there was improvement to be had. This is my growing. I’m STILL growing. we can do this. I was still trying to find my groove. NOW LETS GOOOOOO

He’s left the damned duffel bag.

The one thing he had to take, and he’s left it behind. Stan has nothing to curse but his own self, because how is he so stupid as to not notice for a whole day? He’d spent the whole day driving through Oregon, hopping from gas station to gas station and it’s only now, the next morning, that he realizes there are no extra clothes to change into?

already onto a great start /genuine. an earlier draft had this to be a Lot more aggressive—using exclamation points and harsher language and shit, but once I realized that it would be a little odd that we start so strong, I toned it down. I think it gives a bit more of ‘resonate despondence’, which is very (sometimes) stan

Ford had always been bad at explaining things. He always expected the listener to know exactly what he’s talking about, be at his exact intelligence level, so that his ‘explaining’ could be understood with just a few words. 100% of the time, that isn’t the case.

literally me. best but of ford characterization someone could have conjured fr

okay already a detour but did you guys know I read my fics in my head in a VERY SPECIFIC tone, and that’s why most of the italicizations and em dashes exist? that’s why they’re there because if someone doesn’t read it the way I do I slowly die inside /silly I still do it today and I have to remind myself that I shouldn’t have to do everything for my reader. I should trust them.

(Yeah, Stan wants to let his anger out, but he’s not gonna kill the guy. Ford looks fragile enough as it is, and if he fights any harder he’ll probably break his leg or a rib. No point in damaging him, really.)

yes that’s so nice stan. you’re such a good brother dude oh my GOD IM—

this whole ford pleading scene here. here’s some bits;

“It…” Ford inhales deeply. “It’s not forever. I just need it away.”

“I don’t—Stan, I don’t want you to sail away to the ends of the Earth.”

“This—this, right here, I can’t do it.” Ford gestures to the portal wildly, giving it a scowl that could give Stan a run for his money. He almost thinks it’s directed at him, since he stands in front of the machine’s eye. “I can’t fix this!”

oh I’m feeling the feelings what the fuck. I can hear the last dialogue SO WELL. I remember vividly rewatching atots like four times just to listen to the fight and I’m still not desensitized. like the way ford delivers such a genuinely misguided request and seeing nothing wrong with how it might be worded which ALSO being on the verge of snapping? yeah ford I’ll give you a pass you’re going through shit. I’m so glad it still reads!!!

“I’m already too far gone, Stanley, an-and I can’t think of anyone else, anyone who would want to help.”

ohhhhhi can hear this too. it’s a Hint you know. it’s supposed to tip you off; something is REALLY wrong….

okay I’m restraining myself from pasting this entire ford exchange but it’s so GOOD. I’m flattering myself. And I didn’t even take that long on it I remember I wrote most of chapter one in a single burst. everything you see? barely edited. all put on at once. threw up on a page. I was feeling things

Ford sets the Journal aside. He, aside from the glaring obvious, does not look shaken up. “Yes, I know. Never… see me again.”

He sounds bitter. Almost too bitter for his liking. It’s almost contagious, from how it seems to roll off him and outwardly.

“You…” Stan has to phrase this kindly. “You know I don’t want that, right?”

Ford doesn’t relax. Instead, his gaze only darkens. “I know.”

i remember crying. I was tearing UP. that’s them. that’s something I would say if I were stan. make sure they know that I don’t want that. I…!!!!

Stan wonders what Stan will say.

one of the few bits I was smiling for when writing this….

So he should be here.

I forgot the name for this literary device even though I started using it religiously after this BUT YEAHHHHHHHH GET OUR FEELINGS BABE

not gonna paste it but what ford(‘s body) is hiding by. I’m gonna be honest despite watching atots so much I forgot where the portal opened. like dead ass, so I made it up. the bookshelf is supposed to be the portal. I think the fic ‘by the skin of your teeth’ was still severely affecting me and that was the portal in that fic. this is what you get when you don’t check your references. it literally happened to me yesterday! I was finishing up chapter six of do you remember hanging up the stars and it was about aziraphale and crowley on the ark back in 3000 bc right. I forgot what the ark looked like other than a Single Memory so I bullshitted it. I then remembered I had a Resource, Checked, and it was. well I completely forgot about where the humans would’ve gone. lol

I can’t paste it all bc it’s like the whole fic but Stan’s DENIAL. the way he’s sooooo deep in it that it’s a physical jarring when he’s ripped out of it. he’s literally such a denial grieved it’s SICK and I can’t believe I wrote it so easily. Ahem. that says things I think whether good or bad is up to your interpretation

some of these dialogues are weirdly cut off. I think Stan’s a lot more of a run on sentencer. hm

okay now I’m getting into the secondhand embarrassment that would probably be extreme heartbreak had into created this. I think at this point I was very emotionally worn down; not just from writing but Life too. there’s not much to say. it just Exists

oh that fucking letter. fucking letters. I love ford letters you know that they’re so delectable especially when he’s allowed to make them long. this WHOLE THING. wow. and the way he OPENS IT. classic ‘we don’t have much time’ action type beat *writes a two paged letter*. also the crossing out things. I’m a fucking genius. augh

I don’t know if you would like to stay in Gravity Falls after this, but I would like you to do two things, the two things I could not.

UHM EXCUSE ME YOU REALLY THINK SO?? LIKE GENUINELY??? woah buddy. anyways this hurts me because I know he’s being genuine about this he DOESNT know if Stan would like to stay. he doesn’t know. HE DOESNT KNOW—

Unless there is an afterlife, this is Stanford Pines, your brother, signing off.

(Thank you, Stan. For everything.)

THAT. THAT? I was kicking my little evil feet oh I WAS. I was thinking ‘what could I do in character that could REALLY fuck you up?’ and I landed there. I loved it so much I literally used the thank you ploy again for a recent whumptober entry and it STILL HIT FOR ME. like. ford and thank yous. always painful 🥹

Two: After all this?

Stan isn’t planning to last a week.

see look it’s funny because. because the summary is about stan always following through with his plans. it was a parallel. he went through with a plan and it resulted in ford fucking off the face of the earth. so now he’s got a new one. new mission, new plan, new end. I loved thatshit…..

He didn’t expect for the pawn off to be so violent.

I had a very different opening here; it was something with bill watching everything before unfold and THEN cut to ford going through with the plan? but then I decided ‘hey wait a sec we never see stan LEAVE after that little flashback. how did that leaving go?’ and now we’re here. damn I even had an alt opening

now that we know ford’s suicide is inevitable (and that we’re in his head) I start slathering that foreshadowing everywhere….

“Okay. Okay, I’ll go. But I’m comin’ back, ya hear me? I’m not leavin’ you again.”

it’s giving crowley saying ‘I’m coming back, I won’t leave you alone’. hehehe

It does untangle, after a few seconds of frantic pulling and Ford’s shouting beforehand.

Stan doesn’t have the decency to apologize. He flaps his palm as if he got burned. “Yeesh. Your hair’s a mess.”

look it’s funny because. because. well you know. hair untangling. corpse

“And get some fucking sleep! You look half-dead!”

There it is.

yeahhhhhhh I was just being mean. stan babygirl he’s already going to do it. don’t add insult to injury

It was time to enact Plan A. If Plan A didn’t work (which it had to. He didn’t even have a Plan B) then it’d be time to panic.

the original title for this fic (like the FIRST ONE. not when I turned this into a two parter) was called ‘Plan B’, because 1) plan A indeed does not work and plan b is suicide, and 2) B for Bill. :)

But knowing Stanley, he’d find a way to show just how pissed off he was at Ford even if he was in the afterlife.

:) x2. still proud of this

When Fiddleford first learned of the gnomes, he was more than disturbed. Almost spooked. Ford had insisted that as long as you had bug spray and mushrooms, they would be manageable. Sadly, Fiddleford had thought mushrooms ‘takin’ care of the problem’ would be in warding them away, that mushrooms were a repellant of some kind.

FIDDLEFORD MY BELOVED!!!! I love writing beats like this I still do. it’s just so nice to take random hcs and put them in the most tense and matter of fact situations just to distract us a little. make us look away, but not entirely. ough

He wants to shake on it.

it’s the little traumas that break our hearts.

okayyyyyy I’ll be honest ford leaving the portal for someone else to kill it is Very ooc. I’ll admit that. but I need my Scenario!!!!! I don’t regret it. just know that I acknowledge it. *cries*

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the ‘method’. oh ‘the method’. fucking kills me. he debated ont his. rationally. RATIONALLY I WAS LITERALLY THAT ONE MEME THATS SCREAMING AT MY CHARACTERS TO STOP BUT IM THE ONE WHOS PUTTING THEM THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE—

ough. the bullet points. okay I’m running out of commentary steam but let me say this. I asked for hcs on my blog right? so I could put some of those here because even I run out of hcs eventually, and people DELIVERED. I loved them. I put every single one in at least One point, and seeing these tiny memories just spring up at he’s doing this is like that thing with the fiddleford/mushrooms bit. he’s distracting himself. making th situation less scary in his eyes. OUGH

OH AND THE PILLS NOT BEING FORD’S BUT STAN’S? ONE OF MY KAST ALTERATIONS BUT SOOOOOOO WORTH IT. NO NOTES JUST ULTIMATE ANGST

Ford had considered being a doctor for some time while in elementary school. It was a given, considering his intelligence and avid nature towards sciences. His love for the supernatural always gave in however, and it has won every battle. But for a long time after, a part of him wanted to be a chemist, a manufacturer, a creator. Sure, it soon became a pipe dream, but for a while it was a genuine choice.

But Ford is an experimenter. He realized early on that he wouldn’t be able to resist pouring the components and chemicals on his skin, if only to see how they would react to human flesh.

motherfucker.that guy is literally me

btw these spaces after the em dashes are killing my soul. I remember once that I thought everyone else was wrong with no spaces and I was right. Oh, past me. No.

How could you not love someone like that?

God, he’s never going to see him again.

*SNIFF*

4.5 million humans in the world. 230 million humans in America. 7 million in New Jersey. 2 million in Oregon. Around sixty or seventy species of anomalies in Gravity Falls alone. And that doesn’t even account past Earth, if Crash Site Omega was accounted for.

I had to look all that shit up I don’t even know if it’s right. at first it’d been modern day stats but THEN I remembered that we’re in the fucking 1980s so ofc it’s different. ALSO LOOOK I FUCKED UP IT SAYS MILLION NOT BILLIONS. IM GONNA DIE. FUCK. either way we stay silly we stay silly!!! just know that little paragraph has caused me so much grief.

Ford always hated funerals.

this was the beginning of the ‘we hate funerals’ saga. still do hate them. I hate them, ford hates them, crowley hates them, ALL OF THE HOMIES HATE THEM 🫵🫵 /j

Mania is a feeling he knows well, and this is not that.

lmao name drop *i was on the verge of tears*

It’s Ford, the snow, and his candle, which has no more wax to burn.

THE TITLE THE TITLE THE TITLE—

the spacing. the html gave me sooooo much trouble but it was worth it!!!! every space was deliberated and checked and shit. ough. OUGH

okayyyy im capping it here because I’m so so tired. but!!! here it is. I just. wow. Less yet more corny than I thought this would be. I hope you enjoyed that little roller coaster, and I’m off on Life Adventures. Which means Errands. fuck…..

#ask game #the guys (with a z!)#so so so sorry my dude. but it’s here!!! ahH

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freakattack · 1 year

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This is a littlw bit out there so bear with me but. actually im gonna slap this with a

anyways orbulon speaks very very formally in both english and japnese versions of most games but for some reason in warioware twisted he seems to be way more casual. Like for a guy who says "molecular sustenance heat transfer unit" when he means "microwave" i feel like this line of dialogue is jarringly succinct:

And he speaks like that for most of the cutscene like it's not TECHNICALLY unusual for him to use contractions but he definitely has a different tone. Idk waht the oriignal japanese dialogue is like so it may be a wonky translation but if we take this at face value and also get too invested in analyzing warioware dialogue then there are a couple thngs we could gather:

Orbulon has been shown in the past to get snippy when he's tired so that could be part of it

Maybe he drops the pseudointellectual facade when he doesn't havw anyone around to impress (not my favorite interpretation but throwing it out there cause its technically valid)

MY GAME THEORY: i think that orbulons long winded manner of speaking is partially because he has his weird ego thing but also partially because he has been shown to struggle with earth languages so i think that there are many times where he genuinely does just forget the word for microwave. Like his default avenue for conveying a noun is just to describe it with as many hyperspecific adjectives as he can muster. But in this scene he is only conversing with fellow alien freaks (not the same animal as him but similar). So my game hypothesis is what if he is speaking in his native language here and he is just way better at saying what he actually means when hes not trying to filter it through an earth language. I still think he does it a little on purpose sometimes because he sure does base his self worth on how intelligent other people perceive him as but i think he'd probably be a little more casual speaking the language he grew up with. The only thing that kind of throws a wrench in this premise is this line (and i apologize for putting this in fromt of your eyeballs):

Befause i'm pretty sure we're meant to assume he was so zonked out from this alien rabbit massage that he just stopped speaking english. Which obviosuly clashes with the interpretation that he wasnt speaking english to begin with. Idk what to do with this information really i'm just saying shit at this point. Isn't orbulon cool

#orbulosting

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thatbanditqueen · 1 year

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THAT CHAPTER 2 UPDATE WAS EVERYTHING! The way the push and pull between them is so strong and how he doesn’t know when to quit playing the mind games and how he might even do it subconsciously but Becky ain’t about to be about that. What is his problem offering her money at the end, men are such idiots, I got so upset for her!!! I can’t wait for the next update, seeing him possibly meet Ruth who is just like her mama in the stubborn sense and is protective of her but Elvis might get on with her. Big Daddy Elvis is everything and I love that she’s young but not so young (19,20,21) that she’s naive and innocent about everything. She’s a 27 year old woman who takes care of her daughter and gets her shit done ✅ and when he called her thick and kept touching her butt I melted (more specifically because people never call me skinny bc i’m not but at the same time i can’t call myself big necessarily because then friends i have that are a bit bigger get upset with me so im at that awkward stage where i am not toned at all and i jiggle but unless its sexualized ppl just wave u off my insecurities probably make no sense sorry) moving on then he gets insecure about being bigger and she reassures him and he was so jealous when she was playing the guitar with another man he has a fox and he’s not gonna be able to tame her the way he does those other girls!

Dear Anon,

Hey sweet lady/person/earth-bound mortal, thank you for telling me your thoughts about this chapter. I fuck myself in the head when I am writing so i really appreciate you. I read that Elvis really used to do that shit, yes, he would give people gifts like cars, jewelry, etc. But, at least according to those he left behind, he would just give women who he was seeing money. And random strangers every now and then. And they would take it. I think I might have, cuz I need it, but I am not sure, I would have felt dirty, especially if we were in a sexual relationship. And I also like to pay for things, I hate how some guys pay for everything on a date but then act entitled. So yeah, Becky is a grown up - she is still finding herself, in many ways, she feels like she zoomed ahead in time and hasn't figured out a lot things people her age usually have bc she got knocked up young, but even then, she pulled up her big girl pants and did what needed to be done, which is kind of her attitude. I love OCs who are imperfect but still beautiful, bc i just feel i relate more , they're thick, stubborn, strong, and know themselves, at least somewhat, even if they sometimes also bend to a man, they cannot completely subsume themselves... or go baack and forth... are you living in my head? Bc the next chapter is all about Elvis getting to know Ruth and Becky's family :) Raise a glass for us thick girls, and keep in touch - i love knowing what resonates with y'all, it really does help me decide how to write what comes next...

xoxoxoxox

norahhhhhhhhhhh

#elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #big daddy elvis #bandit queen asks #lots of love

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bugflies00 · 2 years

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GOOD MORNING i am just as, if not more conflicted than last night. and i am all over the place my thoughts are just existing in the air like a cloud of little bugs so the fact that i managed to already take a net and put them all together is a lot do not expect it to be organised

ok so. first of all i still love the absurdity of it. its completely fucking nuts. its dumb as shit. it makes no sense. i love it

but the thing, as i’ve also noticed with several of the latest c!wilbur streams, is that i love it more because of the concept, the vision, because i see what it Could have been and it came close to that, but not exactly. basically, the execution had a. erm. couple issues

i think, mostly, i see that it was trying to go for the usual season 1 sillyness, but it felt a bit... forced? like its a bit of a contradiction. on one hand, the fact that this has been planned since april and even before certifies it’s not just a cop out ending, because i think we all know wilbur is capable of writing a more dramatic, bittersweet ending. on the other hand, Specifically because it’s been planned, it feels a bit. Forced. On us. like the whole thing about season 1 and even later seasons of why the wacky shit worked and moved along with the rest of the story was because it was the ccs coming up with it on the spot, for the most part. and it was everyone else having to gape at that, laugh, then go “yes and” and move on. and here... it wasnt really that, because of tommy. tommy did not laugh (or, well, it was a nervous laugh), tommy was shocked, tommy was still reeling from the brilliant but UNFINISHED conversation they’d just had, tommy did not really go “yes and”, tommy was not as lighthearted as wilbur, tommy reacted like the audience. for us it felt less like a season 1 dumb joke and more like the rug was pulled underneath us because it was done too early, and everyone was still in the headspace of “you’re gonna kill yourself” and “you mean the world to me, bro”. and i think that’s what made it not work for so many people. to incorporate some of that season 1 lightheardness, i feel like it should’ve been bended to fit the tone of the current season, because it’s Not the same. it’s not the same stakes. these are two characters who have either attempted or committed suicide in the past, and who still exhibited that behavior after. that was simply not a thing in season 1, and that’s why back then saying shit like “i fucked a salmon” in the middle of an important conversion could work. and it also means they did have a responsibility to Address it, and this is where im so frustrated, because they started off so well. god, that entire c!crime conversation with “you haven’t apologised to yourself” and “you fail to even care about me” and “you mean the world to me, bro” and “why didn’t you ever say sorry?” and “i never used to be this angry”. it was gold. it was brilliant. it was everything i wanted from the c!crimeboys finale. and then it.... stopped there?

like. like it just feel like something’s missing. because here’s the thing: the reason for a lot of people’s anger (and i think that’s completely valid) is that it feels like we got tricked into thinking the “when im gone” and “where im going” statements from c!wilbur were not in fact suicidal ideation, but just. going to utah. but the thing is That’s Not the extent of the suicidal ideation he showed. he still so obviously hated himself. so much. he still doesn’t think he deserves to heal, or at least he didn’t last time i checked, and so it’s like, why is he all of a sudden going off to heal by himself when he still thinks himself the scum of the earth? it’s like i said, i see the vision. c!wilbur, character who has since the very beginning, repressed his emotions and restricted himself by imposing roles on himself, essentially trapping himself in a narrative he can’t escape from, and that’s leading him very clearly with all the signs to a flamboyant, last show before he kills himself. i see the vision of him escaping that, by deciding No, actually, i’m worth more than a narrative ending, and fucking off to utah, the least tragic tortured hero ending of all time. just fucking utah. i see it. god i see it. but thats the thing, the core of the issue is it feels... like it feels more like cc!wilburs decision than c!wilbur’s decision. because how on earth did c!wilbur free himself from that mindset? how could he have, after months and months of being stuck in that cycle, of hating himself, suddenly decided he was worth more than that imaginary narrative (well, for him. theres a narrative for us but ignore that)? after ctommy tried so hard to convince him of it, and that didn’t work? what was the catalyst event?

that’s the core of the issue, in my opinion.

and also because it leaves so many loose ends untied. and i get what cc!wilbur said, with everyone’s restrictions it was impossible to tie everything neatly together in a little bow. i get that, i was expecting it. but what completely dumbfounds me is the loose ends that have specifically been created by his latest lore streams, like i mean. cfundy?? what the fuck happened there? his son’s just. dead? fucking offed himself in front of him? and we don’t see any... follow up after that?

i also think there was a timing issue. cwilbur, apparently though like i said we’ve not seen how he came to that decision, is ready to go and heal by himself. i think most of us knew that at some point, c!crime were gonna have to break off for a bit and heal separately before they’re ready to be together again (it was never gonna be permanent. the utah thing is not permanent because i firmly believe you can’t take them away from each other for that long). but while c!wilbur was ready to start breaking that codepency, ctommy... very much wasn’t? he’s a character that’s always latched on, perhaps unhealthily, to the people around him, but. it’s always been because he’s in a desperate need of a support system. i hate to bring age into this and feel free to disregard this argument, but he’s also Noticeably younger than cwilbur. cwilbur’s an adult, he’s got a heap ton of issues and he needs other people, but he’s also more of an independent person at his core. ctommy is not that. ctommy, right now, is essentially completely alone. cwilbur left, and maybe they’ve created some sort of peace by talking it out and him apologising but he’s still gone, ctubbo’s still buried in whatever he’s doing, cranboo’s dead, it just goes on an on. he’s virtually alone. at cdream’s mercy, because i think none of us believe for a second cwilbur’s deal’s gonna hold up. for fuck’s sake the only person who knows the extent of exile has fucked off to utah. and that’s what i mean about how jarring the wacky ending is, because of the context it’s in.

cwilbur saying “fuck off” to letting himself be controlled by narrative roles is beautiful. cwilbur leaving his kid brother alone, at the mercy of his abuser, with no one else who knows what happened him, is not.

like maybe this is the inniter talking, but to me it wasn’t a fully satisfying ending because of ctommy. he cried at the end. and no, it wasn’t a couple tears with a bittersweet smile as he watched cwilbur row away and they both walked their own paths for a little while. he waited until he was out of earshot, pretended to smile, and then broke down. that tells me there’s still things left unsaid. he’s been left hanging. he’s still in danger, he’s still alone, he was simply not ready for them to try breaking their codependency yet because it was basically his only support system. you try to heal away from that person once you have something to fall back on, once you’re ready to learn to live with yourself. ctommy cannot learn to do that yet. he’s simply not in a situation where he can. so that’s why to me, it doesn’t feel like healing for him. it doesn’t feel very fair.

i guess im sad because i see so clearly what it could’ve been. if the c!crime talk had been longer. if we saw what changed c!wilbur mindset and what made him decide to take a chance on himself and heal on his own, if we saw ctommy with some kind of support system he could fall back on, then it would’ve been so lovely. completely wack, stupid as shit, and lovely. i love the idea, and i still loved watching because i can’t not love it. it’s c!wilbur, yknow? and im still immensely grateful & proud of wilbur for what he gave us for two years, for managing to keep writing his character and insisting on giving us an ending and some closure. i just wish it didn’t come so close to being the brilliant ending he wanted and missed a bit because of some untied ends.

#HELLOOOO i have many thoughts today #i'll tag cc crit just in case but. im not mad at wilbur personally. i genuinely still loved it i just gotta talk or i'll die #ALSO. guys this is a very polarizing ending. dont come for people who are genuinely upset/disappointed at it.#like even with all of the crit points i've raised i personally still love it but there are people who can't look past them. and that's fair.#don't come for them bc for a lot of people this stream did feel like getting hit in the face #alex.rambles.txt #c!wilbur #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur critical #discourse #dsmp spoilers #mcyt #long post

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tragicomedys · 2 years

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tagged by @chiikawas thank u sm ily!!

Hot or cold shower: more like lukewarm showers but cold showers r impossible bro even if im sweating from the gym i cant have showers all that cold

Texting or calling: i text constantly and call rarely. however ive found that i really like voice chatting perhaps more than texting so probably would prefer calling if im used to the person

Earbuds or headphones: i like that it can go in your ear it makes the sound better and louder. also it doesnt get too hot when you wear it too long etc.

Paperback or hardcover: bendable!!!

Matte or gel: it depends on what but usually i think i prefer glossy stuff?

12 hr clock or 24 hr clock: 12 hr DUHHH

Blue or green: what prev said cant believe we're pitting 2 bad bitches against each other

Sunsets or sunrises: i always notice and appreciate sunrises way more than sunsets... sunsets just pass me by!

Tulips or orchids: for some reason i dont find tulips to be that pretty compared to other flowers </3 JFKDLHSK also orchids smell nice

Candle light or moonlight: i love moonlight as much as the next guy but it just doesn't provide enough light what can i say

Sci-fi or horror: once again pitting two bad bitches against each other... chose horror bc i think i can enjoy a shitty horror movie more than a shitty sci-fi? maybe

Pen or pencil: this ones hard... i like mechanical pencils specifically and i hate writing in black pen. also obviously it's way nicer writing with certain pens than others

Pandas or koalas: i dedicated pandas to being my favorite animal as a kid so i gotta go with that

Gold or silver: SHRUGS! i just think shes prettier

Sneakers or boots: goes without saying i would tattoo some nice boots to my skin if i could

Denim or leather jacket: once again goes without saying. sexier and more comfy and etc... just that bitch overall

Pink or purple: sorry ourple

Choco or sour candy: chocolate just isnt all that. sour candy is everything

Deodorant or perfume: i mean im still putting deodorant on i just think putting perfume on is more fun and theres lots of options and shit. rn i wear mix:bar vanilla bourbon and si by giorgio armani

Drive-in theater or cinema: if i could go to a drive in theater i would do that every night

Pastel blue or earth tones: as in what i like to wear more its gonna be earth tones but pastel blue as a color is super pretty?

Lemonade or fruit juice: there are many fruit juices i dont like

Past or future: i never stop looking forward to the future i just want to grow up already

i tag: @sarugetyou @fagsex @nruto @cosmicheromp3 @misanrist @piratecrew @shamemp3 @mdq @bitual @kenafeh @sudokus @poppies @pepprs and anybody else who wants to do it is more than free to tag me !

#tag games #i think that was my tag #mutuals

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en-whims · 1 year

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SENDING IN WAY TOO MANY !

4. have you ever had a penpal? 5. are you single or in a relationship? (Hope you dont mind) 6. what color are your eyes? 11. what is your favorite flower? 13. do you have any pets? 15. what language(s) do you speak? 17. do you wear glasses? 20. bright, dark, or pastel colors? 33. what is your zodiac sign? 36. have you ever dyed your hair? 41. do you have any tattoos and/or piercings? 44. are you a dog or a cat person? 49. how tall are you? 63. netflix or youtube? 64. ice cream or frozen yogurt?

kyuuuu! thanks for these hahah they're a lot but i had fun :> im gonna put a cut cos it's long jsfesf

4. have you ever had a penpal?

i used to when i was in 3rd grade. it was like a little activity we had and our teacher insisted that we should try it so yeah. it lasted for like a few weeks ig? and it was just inside the classroom so it wasn't really the penpal thing sdfss

5. are you single or in a relationship?

i'm in a relationship :) w an irl this time sdhdksh

6. what color are your eyes?

they're dark brown :))

11. what is your favorite flower?

tulips!!!

13. do you have any pets?

i do! i have one dog, his name's Cobie. and my mom has two (we live tgt so they're basically my pets too now jfdhj) one's a havanese and the other's a shih tzu. and a black cat! (it's my boyfriend's cat but we like to share since my dog resides with him now)

15. what language(s) do you speak?

english, tagalog, hiligaynon/ilonggo (a filipino language/dialect), and a teeny tiny bit of spanish, korean, chinese, and khmer but they're mostly vocabs for survival heheheh

17. do you wear glasses?

i do! i have astigmatism and both my eyes have prescriptions

20. bright, dark, or pastel colors?

depends on my mood. i'm usually on the muted, earth tones palette hsdgkf

33. what is your zodiac sign?

aquarius! :>

36. have you ever dyed your hair?

yep yep! had it bleached. had it with blue and light brown too

41. do you have any tattoos and/or piercings?

nope :>

44. are you a dog or a cat person?

dog person :))

49. how tall are you?

somewhere around 5'3? im not sure tbh

63. netflix or youtube?

both. netflix for movies. youtube for videos. that's it :>

64. ice cream or frozen yogurt?

ice cream!

#cutee.mail 💌#ask games #mootees 🎀#kyuzu 🍄

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fruggin-bitch · 2 years

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ask game from this link

1. chipotle order? I haven’t actually ever eaten chipoltle :/ 2. thoughts on veganism? I think vegans are really cool and come up with great alternatives for meals without meat that have the same amount of nutrients! 3. a specific color that gives you the ick? That tone of yellow-green that looks like baby vomit. Also super bright hot pink hurts my head 4. mythical creature you think/believe is real? Honestly- I’d believe that anything could be out ther in the ocean. Mermaids? Why not. So much of the ocean is undiscovered so there could be legit anything out there 5. favorite form of potato? Twice baked potatoes or McDonalds fries 6. do you use a watch? Nope, I did for a while but I hated the weight on my wrist 7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium? Turtles!! 8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home? Not really. If im gonna change for whatever reason I’ll just throw of whatever pajamas I have clean or a big hoodie n shorts 9. do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)? Nope even though I probably should lol 10. on a plane, do you ask for apple or orange juice? Ive never actually been on a plane BUT I do prefer apple juice 11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to? I have a stuffed hippo from when I was a little baby and a stuffed dinosaur that my childhood best friend gave me when we were five that I named after him 12. brand of haircare/bodycare/skincare that you trust 100%? Uhhhhhhh idk man I just grab Walmart brand 13. first thing you’re doing in the purge? Honestly I got no clue id probably just like walk into the bakery I work at and take some of the stuff that I don’t wanna pay for that looks tasty 14. do you think you’re dehydrated? Probably I don’t drink enough water 15. rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning. uhh freezing cause I think it would be quicker and id get nerve damage, then burning for the same reason cause id definitely get damaged nerves and would feel less I think, then drowning cause you’re completely aware of the water and pressure and augh im so scared of drowning dude 16. thoughts on mint chocolate chip? LOVE IT god I love mint stuff its so tasty 17. an anxious compulsion you do everyday? Chew on my nails and pick at my skin 18. your boba/tea order? Mango or peach tea with black boba pearls, mango jelly and cream foam 19. the veggie you dislike the most? Broccoli. Cant stand the shit 20. favorite disney princess movie? Does moana count? Otherwise I rlly like brave 21. a number that weirds you out? Hmm I don’t know, maybe three 22. do you have an emotional support water bottle? nah 23. do you wear jewelry? Yeah I have a necklace that I wear every day with a witch’s pentagram on it and a bracelet from one of those save the ocean groups 24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english? American mostly with some British spellings thrown in there 25. would you say you have good taste in music? I mean I like my music taste but that’s really subjective 26. how’s your spice tolerance? Absolute shit dude, my tastebuds are so weak 27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit? My favorite ripped jeans and a collared shirt with a crewneck sweater over it with converse, and for summer its jean shorts with a blue knit tank crop top and converse 28. last meal on earth? Uhh mac n cheese or pho 29. preferred pasta noodle? Mmm I really like farfalle or ziti

#ask game #bean thinks #i was bored

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sheviolentlyher · 4 months

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unemployed & beautiful

damn happy Monday my love. started the morning out right. ice and no school. yes, puts me in a mood that I don't know what to do with. a good, anxiously happy one.

there are many things to can choose from today. will it be things of my free will or will it be chains and things, like chores and things that I dint want to do that make me feel like a slave--? I don't know what kind of sadistic shit I want to pull out of my head today so I remain idle, and longing for movement.

the winter has got me feeling like a cooped up chicken just laying eggs. so I start looking into planning my anniversary.

hmm. where do you take a man that moves and thinks differently? I thought about painting again, but I wanted something a bit more connecting- escape room. yes- then a steak dinner at one of the best running steakhouses in St. Louis, according to google. I have already made my appointment for my double nipple piercing and every time I think about it, it really sets the tone for me. Im get excited and pushy, I want to fast forward, but we all know deadlines hit you best when you're not looking. so I remain blinded, voluntarily blinded and distracted, id say that im good at that. it is usually when I ignite my creative side, and let go of the need to consume, consume, consume.

Today I feel like I need to be consuming something, but that's not really my style if I'm honest, I love creating, and I love that I get better and better at it every time its put to use. self satisfaction is the most satisfying feeling. things and choices you have made on your own, at your own will, and on your own time. intimate experience with yourself in the creating process. that's real satisfaction. I like that creativity gives you the chance to change the things that you cannot except. There is no reality in creativity, which makes it a main power source of the human mind. Sometimes I think it can take you too far, but then again, art should disturb the comfortable. and we all know how comfortable we can get.

its like when I get comfortable, I get anxious, it is when my mind is the most creative. I don't like being comfortable. if that makes sense mentally. I like pushing myself past the margins of "what is" and run with the idea of "what if", well, because I can.

I am grateful for the stillness amongst my chaos. nestled right underneath the chaos of the real world.

the other day my daughter told me my son said she was going to hell. I said " we are already here" I suppose that is score belief of mine. I think that the only heaven on earth is in fact inside the human mind. it is not a place of glory, it is peace of mind. Dying with peace is heaven. the truth is no one knows, and I love how self righteous humans can be , especially when it comes to religion itself.

what if hell was your memory? and yeah being stuck in your memories is hell. even if the memories were good, it still creates some type of hell. like a mad scientist trying to recreate his most successful expriement and expecting the same results. it just doesn't work like that. I believe that the only way to use memory advantageously is to learn from it and let it go. do not try to repeat things that were once successful to a higher mindset, It will bring you down. Being present to me, means staying in the middle of past and future, but then again I can't help but think we wake up our future selfs everyday, and nothing is ever present. presence only presents itself as the clock face. humans hate time. maybe even time can be hell. who knows.

so today! yes, today. what shall I do? just be? just flow? create? love? conquer?

I swear to god, if I hear anything nor about Taylor swift and how the women energy makes a males performance that much more enhanced-- like any fucking woman didn't know that already-- im gonna fucking puke.

fuck her and her red lip stick. okay okay, I know we aren't suppose to bash other women, but fuck her. lol she dated and used men up for each album and I think that is so genius that I hate her. HA HA

wow how raw today, I laugh at myself and say that is what happens when im anxiously idle. I think. I say. I do. is this impulse? or feelings? are we more impulsive when we are happy or when we are angry? again, impulse keeps the living alive. obviously it has pulse in its name so----- -----

gotta get more dedicated to taking care of myself, instead of killing myself. that's what I want. dedication to self preservation. I think I can manage, im halfway there with some high habits to break, but that doesn't scare me, I know what im capable of, which can work with me at times and can work against me at time, but only if I let it. my weaknesses are real, but fixable, satisfiable, and im really good at self soothing.

for fuck sake. bring on the healing.

auf wiedersehen.

-x

#girl interrupted #diary #unemployed and beautiful #tumblr diary #diaryposting #personal diary #poetic #writeblr #writing #writers and poets #poetry #poetry blog #thoughts into the void

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selenesaysstuff · 2 years

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got tagged by @iknaenmal for this so here we go!

1. hot or cold showers? neither, warm please.

2. texting or calling? this is pretty situation dependent, but usually I don't like to speak

3. earbuds or headphones? earbuds no question. I remember when I was younger laying down listening to music with a huge gaming headset that kinda sucked

4. paperback or hardcover? i assume this means books so I'd have to say hardcover! it protects the contents better!

5. matte or gel? pretty sure this means nail polish? and if that's right I don't have a preference

6. twelve hour or twenty four hour clock? twelve hour clocks are way easier but the aesthetic

7. sci fi or horror? i hate horror i hate horror give me wacky aliens and cool technology please

8. blue or green? oh boy this is hard, but I'd have to go with blue. greens not far behind though!

9. sunsets or sunrises? sunrises just really remind me to have a great day and how much opportunity I have to help others and myself! so id have to go with that

10. tulips or orchids? i don't see many of either but id have to go with neither. all flowers are pretty and cool

11. candlelight or moonlight? aughhhhh the hardest one yet. gonna have to say moonlight. love the moon. my eternal bestie

12. pen or pencil? im usually really afraid of making mistakes writing in pen so id much rather use pencil

13. pandas or koalas? id have to say pandas! theyre so cute and they look far less like they would kill me!

14. gold or silver? this is SO situation dependent. both are really pretty though

15. sneakers or boots? i love boots. they're just so fun and cool. something about wearing them makes me feel awesome

16. denim or leather jacket? i love both. don't put them against each other like this.

17. pink or purple? situation dependent for the most part but purple is my fave color so

18. chocolate or sour candy? i only like dark chocolate, but is it better than sour candy? yes. so essentially, hierarchy goes milk chocolate < sour candy < dark chocolate

19. drive in cinema or theater? drive in cinema no question. I'd rather be outside than crammed in a theater

20. deodorant or perfume? no opinion

21. pastel blue or earth tones? sorry pastel blue but you lose.

22. lemonade or fruit juice? fruit juice for sure. especially grape.

23. past or future? im always trying my best to look ahead. there are lovely things out there! you never know what you might do!

i don't really have anyone to tag in this but if I think of any I'll tag them later!

#tagging game

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maizumis · 3 years

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LOVE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE - suna x fem!reader smau

part 5: the date

summary: after years of not talking to each other, your childhood best friend decided to reach out again, how will everything go?

note: heavy make out session with suna, he says ily as the stupid boy he is, thanks to @sunalma cos one of the songs is out of her playlists<33

series masterlist - part 6

An elevator ride couldn't feel so long and short at the same time, biting your lip, scared of seeing that person after so many years.

Clumsily taking your keys out of your bag, you open the door and there you saw it, perfect, handsome boy you fell in love on the young years of high school

“you look beautiful, as always” He told you with his deep voice that made you shiver on spot, he seemed more mature now, with features no longer like the ones of a teenage boy. You were out of guard when his arms wrapped comfortably around your waist, still leaning into it

Looking at him, at his eyes, that same green eyes that made you fall in love when you were a child and that green eyes that were making you fall in love, again “Rin, I missed you” you whisper with a soft tone, your head resting in the comfiness of the crook of his neck, his left hand came to cup your cheek, taking in how fucking pretty you looked like that

“I missed you too, so much, do you want to know what did I plan?”

“yeah rin, I'm sure I'm gonna love it" he took your hand in his, leading the way to the passenger sit in his car "you're not gonna found out until we are there, so you better be patient" he slid the seatbelt in front of him and pecked your hand before starting the car "okay, I can handle that"

"the aux is yours then, pretty girl"

your eyes widen after hearing that pet name "do you want me to call you daddy too?" it was supposed to be funny, you thought he would only call you pretty girl in texts, apparently not

"if you like"

Pretty Please by Dua Lipa starts playing in the background, gradually turning up the volume until it was hard to hear your own voice

Suna thought the sight was pretty, the window on your side rolled down with the wind all over your face, happily singing by the lyrics not giving a single fuck about the world, just as he loved to remember you

"This makes me remember of the old days but instead of the car, you in my room giving me a concert that, in fact, didn't ask for"

his comment took you back down to earth, old days, just old days, no feelings attached at the moment; you were praying to any god up there to make the butterflies go away in your gut go away, you were one hundred percent sure he could hear your heart beating from where he was sitting, not even the loud music could hide it

“old days? We should make new memories I think”

"yeah, we can make new memories but we shouldn't let go of the ones we have, hand me your phone" you did as you were told, suspicious of what he was about to do until you saw him open Spotify, oh okay, he is gonna change the song.

Fluorescent Adolescent was now blasting from the stereo "umm, love this song, gives me the dancing in front of a mirror with a brush vibe"

He chuckled at what you said "and you did that? would like to see it with my own eyes"

"We are almost there, babe, close your eyes"

"Babe? we are not dating, Rintaro"

"maybe we should"

maybe we what? that did take you back, choosing for peace, you shut your mouth and closed your eyes, anxiously waiting for what he had

"you have your eyes closed, right"

"yes, rin, they are closed, I didn't know you were blind"

he opened the door of your seat, interlacing your hands so he could guide you behind a tall tree "I need you to stay here until I have everything done, okay? it's not gonna take more than ten minutes" he didn't give you time to answer that he was already walking back to his car.

"better be something good" you murmured under your breath, turning on your phone to scroll through social media until he called you.

he called you exactly eight minutes after he dropped you behind the tree "if you don't like this, then I don't know what should I do"

The scene in front of you was dreamy to say at least, the back of his car decorated with fairy lights, lots of blankets that seemed so warm, and pillows in all their forms that you knew for a fact they were comfortable as fuck, you were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, chanting like a mantra 'rin, this is beautiful' and 'im so thankful' he gladly took you in his arms, his nose behind your ears, landing a sweet peck right there

"you ready for movie night, pretty girl?"

"bet your ass I'm ready, Rintaro Suna" and with that you were off, running to his car ready to spend the best night of your life

Or perhaps the beginning of the end, who knows

Howl's moving castle last scenes were on the screen of his laptop, a weird feeling in your heart after he remembered it was- no, is your favorite; you two stared sitting beside the other and now he has his arm protectively around you, his back straight against the backseat while your head was on top of his underarms, cheeks smashed to his collarbone "you did remember it, rin" your eyes still locked on the screen in front of you, watching the movie credits.

He looked down at you with soft eyes, deciding to close the laptop and pull it aside "how could I not? hand me my phone"

you did as you were told, searching for the little device under the huge blankets "here! take it"

he quickly searched for a song and toss it aside, I Wanna Be Yours playing inside the car from the 11-inch phone "come here" he signaled, patting his lap.

it took you a good minute to realize what he meant but now you're on top of him, looking at his emerald eyes in search of a hint of what he is thinking

he took his time analyzing your feature, looking at your cheeks, forehead, baby hairs, nose, lips, and finally your eyes, he could see the past in them, and a little of his future too

"not as much as you, rin"

he didn't answer, to lost in the paradise of your face, he was now focused on your lips, how would they taste?

to answer his own question, he leaned into your face, into your lips that he knew that were begging to be touched by his own

your eyes were wide, taken by surprise by his action, even if you saw it coming, it was something you were dreaming for years now

he looked at your eyes again for a kind of permission, and when he saw you nod, his hand was in the back of your neck in a matter of seconds while yours found home on his hair, tugging it slightly

"a kiss and you're all whiny and needy"

"shut up and fucking kiss me-"

he took the chance of sliding his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every single place he could, his free hand now on your lower back to move you back and fort his lap, he took the flavor of the artificial coconut lip balm you were wearing, he took all he could, in fact

"not only you look good but you taste good too" you hear him groan before going into it again, soft pants coming out of your mouth, whimpering his name as a mantra r-rin, r-innie, arching your back to be closer to him, you could feel his smirk on your now puffy lips with every movement of your hips, the hand on your lower back now going down to grip your thigh

pulling out to catch a little air, you rested your head on his large neck, you two were in comfortable silence, your head rested against his chest and his hands caressing your cheek

maybe ten minutes passed while you were cuddling until your phone screen turned up after a notification- you didn't care about it but the time, past two in the morning "rin, would you take me home? is getting late" he gave your cheek a sweet kiss before standing out the car, extending his hands to help you do the same "of course I can, pretty girl"

the drive back home was quiet, you could hear Apocalypse in the car radio, looking by the window to the beautiful night lights in the city, suna's hand on your thigh, playing with it from time to time, using the other one to drive

"We are here"

"Thanks for bringing me home, rin, I had fun"

he stepped out of the car with you- not letting you out that easily, his hands with a firm grip of your waist and silence was around the two of you, just appreciating the presence of each other, your hands going inside his jackets to hold his waist too

"good night, I love you" he told you and sealed his words with one last kiss

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Capture This! || Kaminari Denki

Synopsis: You walk in on Denki, your best friend of five years, getting off. Two questions: Why is there a picture of you? And why do you want him to take more?

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader

Warnings: M/E+, 18+, explicit sexual content

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: This is for the @bnhabookclub bingo event! Thank you @shoutogepi and @im-here-for-the-heroes for beta reading. Shout out to @whats-her-quirk this fic was born from me poppin in during your thirst hours lol

“Lotion? Check. Tissues? Check. Pictures?”

Denki swallows.

“Check.”

It’s routine for Denki, really the only ritual he sticks to in his otherwise scatterbrained schedule of kickin’ ass, chilling with friends, and playing Fortnite till ungodly hours of the morning.

But he can’t help it. You’re fucking gorgeous, and Denki has needs - his brain programmed to get off at least three times a day else he can’t function. The first time it happened, he felt a deep sense of shame, twisting his gut, disgusted with himself that he defiled your image. He couldn’t look you in the eye for a week until you had enough and demanded to know what was up. It was the first time he lied to you.

But one time became two, and three, and suddenly Denki needed an image of you all the time. The one of you looking all pretty in that stupid summer dress was his favorite. You bought it that one time you dragged him to the mall because you needed a “guy’s opinion.” He rushed to the bathroom because if he didn’t get out fast, he was gonna drag you back into the changing room and rip that dress off himself.

You’re adorable, hot, sexy, and absolutely terrifying, wrapped up in one perfect package.

Oh, and did he forget to mention?

Totally off-limits.

This is why Denki has to resort to hanging out with you, listening to you vent about your boy problems, and how you just want to meet “the one” already. Denki’s heart breaks a little more every time you shove him deeper into the friend zone, all the while pretending like he didn’t just jerk it to you a couple hours before.

He works his hand up and down his shaft, growing harder by the second with each stroke. It doesn’t take much to get him going, not when it’s you. You’re wearing his hoodie, toes buried in the sand, roasting a marshmallow in front of a bonfire. You’re smiling at something Kirishima said, Denki doesn’t remember what, because all he could see was the light in your eyes. A genuine spark lit only when the cameras were off, and you were unaware of anyone watching. Denki loved witnessing these rare moments; wanted to commit it to memory, so he did. When you posted the picture on Instagram, Denki was more than surprised; you had scrunched your nose when he showed you the picture, displeased with how you looked.

This should not be happening. Any normal person would feel ashamed when staring at a picture of their best friend and touching themselves. No one knew about it, and Denki was surprised he was able to keep it a secret for this long considering he’s friends with fucking Mina of all people.

Enough pre-cum bubbles at the tip that he doesn’t even need the lotion. Staring at you on the screen, wearing his hoodie that’s way too big it covers your thighs completely, makes his mind wander to all sorts of ways he wishes he could get you out of that hoodie. He leans back into the chair, spreading his legs with his eyes half-lidded, imagining what your lips might look like wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck yeah...”

Groaning at the image of you on your knees, lips bruised and slicked with spit from fucking your pretty little mouth has Denki tightening his fist, hips fucking into his hand in a continuous rhythm.

He’s on the verge of coming when the door swings open - the first and last person Denki wants to walk in is standing there in front of him.

“Hey, I called, but you didn’t - ah!” You squeak, throwing the box you’re holding. A sea of random knick-knacks and hero merch rains over you. You hear a thump when the yellow polaroid camera you bought for Denki at a thrift shop hits the floor.

“Fuck!” Denki jumps from his chair, an array of pens fall in a heap to the floor.

You whip your head away, heat spikes your body, embarrassed that you saw your best friend in such a compromising position.

Denki mutters a repeated “shit shit shit” to himself for a good minute before he finally addresses you; his voice rising with each word.

“How did you get in here!?”

“Spare key, dumbass!”

“That’s for emergencies only!”

“Are you talking to me with your dick out!?”

Silence.

“No?”

You huff at the uncertainty in his tone. It’s only two o’clock, and you can already feel a migraine coming on.

“Denki, if I turn around and you’re not covered, so help me god I will-”

“Okay, okay, I got it. Pants are zipped.”

You don’t move until you hear the confirming “zip” before slowly opening your eyes (you have no idea why your eyes were closed in the first place), and you turn around to find Denki leaning against the desk. He’s trying his best to appear casual, but the flush on his face and frazzled hair give away what he was doing moments before you walked in. You don’t know where it comes from, but the thought alone stirs something inside you.

The confusing emotion is replaced by hot-blooded anger when you lock eyes on the screen behind him.

“Is that my face!?”

Denki’s smile drops as he turns around. Dammit. Of course, he forgot to close the tab.

“Uhhh…”

He has no words, none, not when you’re standing there with that intense look in your eyes you get when you’re about to rip someone a new one. Your anger could rival Bakugou’s, and Denki has unfortunately been in the middle of one too many screaming matches. He’s surprised his eardrums aren’t blown out by now.

He clicks to exit out, or at least he thinks he does until he comes to the dumb realization that he’s clicking the zoom button instead.

“Ho-hold on, let me just…”

With each click, it zooms a little more into your face until only your nose is in the frame. Denki sheepishly looks up at you.

“Oops?”

Denki’s had a good life. He’s already come farther than most ever dream in their career when becoming a pro-hero, and he’s made some amazing friends most spend years trying to find. The only regret of his is not confessing his true feelings to you, but really what’s one regret? He’s totally a-okay with saying goodbye to this cruel, cruel world if it meant not being subjected to this torture any longer.

“Denki Kaminari.”

Denki gulps. Oh no. You only say his full name when you mean business.

“Explain right this instant or I will walk out this door and tell the whole world how you and grape boy took body shots off cardboard cutouts of each other!”

“Hey! We were really fuckin’ drunk and thought it might score us some pity sex with the ladies!”

“In what world would you licking fuckin’ Mineta equal oh yeah, fuck me, Denki?”

Denki cowers with each step you take, gulping down the lump in his throat when your face is close enough to hold in his hands. He’s never been more simultaneously turned on and terrified in his life. Especially when he just heard the words “fuck me, Denki” escape your lips.

Don’t look down. Don’t look down. Whatever you do. Don’t. Look. Down.

The last thing he wants is you flinging him out the window because he couldn’t keep his eyes on your face. Don’t get him wrong; he could look at your face forever, even when you look like your one move away from killing him. But… he’s a dude, and there’s boobs in front of him, not to mention your boobs.

“Hello? Earth to Denki?” You wave your hand in his face.

“You may wanna sit down for this.”

“I’m fine where I am, thank you very much.”

He huffs out a breath, annoyed you didn’t take the bait. The suggestion was more for his sanity than yours. With you standing so close, his brain is going haywire; the tantalizing scent of strawberries and cream short-circuiting his brain quicker than when he overuses his quirk. It never fails to make his mouth water, if only he could bend down and bury his nose in the crook of your neck, god, he’d never let you go.

How does he even begin to work through the feelings he has for you when they’ve been bottled up since the moment he knew he was in deep? Where does he start?

The fact he’s been in love with you for the past five years?

Or that he’s been getting off to you for half that time?

Denki’s mind is running a mile a minute, like a computer in overdrive. He can’t make enough sense of his emotions to convert into words. But, instead of waiting to open his mouth, like a normal person, Denki spews out embarrassing word vomit that connects his two thoughts.

“I love getting off to you.”

A pin could drop, and it’d be as loud as a freaking hurricane.

Denki groans in frustration, facepalming his forehead. What the hell did he just say, and can he take it back? How long would it take for him to hack into a database and find someone with a time manipulation quirk? He doesn’t even know how to hack, but he’d wrangle his one brain cell and fucking learn if that’s what it takes.

He’s usually good at reading you. You’re one of the few people he cares enough to pick up on how you’re feeling. The myriad of emotions that pass on your face from shock to confusion to a hint of amusement lets Denki know he can breathe easy. At least you’re not trying to kill him anymore.

“Oh-kay that’s not what I - what I meant to say was - hold on, lemme just, rewind.”

He makes some weird, loopy gesture with his arms. His brain was firing a million synapses at once, each connected to a different thought, some deep like the fear of losing you and some not so deep - like he’s really excited to eat the cheeseburgers Bakugou promised he’d grill tonight.

But he tries his best to reign in the million and one thoughts to focus on you, who’s waiting for an explanation. He takes a deep breath to steady his heart that’s about to beat out of his chest. He only hopes you don’t stomp on it after what he’s about to say.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since our first year at U.A. I wanted to tell you for the longest time, but then you got with Bakugou. Then you broke up, and you needed a friend more than ever, and how could I say no to being ‘your best bro’ when you were crying on my shoulder? It was just never the right time.”

The more he rambled, the more uncomfortable he felt. Out of all the scenarios he imagined of how he’d confess to you, this one was at the bottom of his list to be prepared for. He never expected to be forced into confessing because you caught him masturbating to pictures of you. He rubs the back of his neck and gives an awkward laugh when you stay silent.

“I get it if you wanna, like, shun me forever or something. I deserve it for being such a creep.”

Denki lowers his head to the floor, the clutter of fallen pens and knick-knacks looks way less intimidating than staring into your eyes. A soft hand touches his chin, lifting his face to meet yours.

“Hey, look at me, it’s okay.”

Your voice does wonders for soothing the nerves shaking him up.

“I guess it’s not that creepy when you put it like that, and for some weird reason, you’re like the one person I can catch jacking off to my pictures, and I don’t feel the need to report you as a registered sex offender.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but Denki’s heart drops at the idea of you labeling him as the neighborhood perv.

“Please, don’t do that,” he squeaks before clearing his throat, “But for real, Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s wrong to disrespect you like that, and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Denki has no idea how he’s gonna get off now, but that’s his future self’s problem.

“I can’t help it, you’re gorgeous, and I love ya, and I don’t remember the last time I got laid.”

Fuck. He didn’t mean to say that last part, but it’s the truth. You’re the reason he couldn’t even look at another girl, because they weren’t you, and that’s why he had to resort to pulling up pictures of you. Pictures that aren’t normally deemed “sexy” and of you dressed modestly, without much skin showing.

That doesn’t stop Denki from coming in record time with your name rolling off his lips every time.

“How bad do you want me?”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit curious about what sex with your best friend would be like. You heard he wasn’t a bad lay from a couple girls back at U.A.

You’d also be lying if you didn’t say you were just as horny as said best friend.

It’s difficult finding time to date as a pro-hero. When you do, it doesn’t last very long anyway - the other person growing tired of always coming second to your career. Don’t even get you started on one night stands. They’re practically impossible to uphold as once the media gets wind of it, you’re slapped on the cover of “Hero Times Magazine,” and everyone and their mother is calling for you to “spill the tea.” This is why pro-heroes either end up with other pro-heroes or end up alone.

Denki’s eyebrows shoot straight to his hairline. If someone were to tell him you were attracted to him in any sense of the word, his heart would double-time it, but he’d ultimately brush it off. He knew your type, and he could not be farther from it. The aggressive, beefy, gym rat who could match you move for move in a heated spar of harsh words and hot-blooded passion. You dated Bakugou for fuck’s sake! There was no hope for Denki after that.

But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take what he can get. The words pour out of him like the dam’s been broken and the unforgiving flood rushes.

“I want you so bad, Y/N, fuck, I’ve waited so long, so fucking long, you don’t know how crazy you make me.”

Your breath catches. His words have an unexpected effect on you, but your heart drums in anticipation. If you listen close enough, you can hear Denki’s beating at the same rate, waiting for what you’re going to say next. Power surges through you. In your past relationships, sex was always seen as this competition. Your exes never wanted to relinquish their pride or control, but Denki is nothing like your exes. He’s laid-back, always cracking jokes, and never dwelling too much on the past, always moving forward to the next moment. He’s perfectly fine with letting you take the reins most of the time. You determine what will happen next.

“You love getting off to me?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers in earnest.

“You’re the only one I get off to.”

You slide your dress off, and it falls to the floor.

“Show me.”

Denki’s eyes travel over your body, his mouth slightly open in disbelief at your undressed state. He wants to capture this moment in case this is as much as he gets, even if he can never use this mental picture because he promised you he wouldn’t. His fingers itch to brush along the lace trim of your bra, to graze along your nipple, and watch your reaction. Are you sensitive enough where you’d full on moan, or would he have to strain to catch the small hitch of breath? Denki was never top of his class. He preferred to wing it and hope for the best, but for you, he’d take his time to study every inch and crevice of your body until he could read you cover to cover with his eyes closed. His gaze travels down to the matching lace panties you wear, a cute little bow in the front waiting to be untied with his teeth.

Did you plan to get fucked today? Or do you usually wear matching sets on the regular?

Your skin looks so soft and supple, he’s aching to dig his fingers, but before he can, you step away. Denki cocks his head. Have you changed your mind? But any doubt leaves Denki when you make your way across the room to sit down on the edge of the bed.

You start with feather-light touches dancing along your collarbone. Your eyes are locked on Denki, getting high on the way he drinks in your every move. Your touches are teasing, especially when your finger dips down to your cleavage. Still, instead of giving Denki what he wants, you change course, making your way back to your shoulders. Denki exhales a breath at your teasing, but says nothing, too afraid he’ll ruin the mood if he says something stupid.

When you make your way down again, you don’t disappoint; you pinch your nipple through your bra, and the way Denki swipes his tongue over his lip has heat rushing to your core. You slide your hand down your stomach, stopping when you reach your clothed slit. Denki stares, hungry and buzzing in anticipation for what you’ll do next. Smirking in victory, you spread your legs open and pull your panties to the side, giving him the view to capture the perfect picture of your dripping pussy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You taunt breathlessly, tracing your folds with your fingers.

Oh shit. Were you for real? Please, tell him you were for real because he legit might cry if this was some elaborate prank. Where are the fucking cameras?

“You don’t want to?” You bite your lip, insecurity seeping through the confident smile you wore just a moment ago.

“No! I mean - yes! Yes, I do, holy shit, let me find - where the fuck is…” Denki whips around, trying to find his phone. Fuck! Out of all the times to misplace it, it has to be now. But then he spots the yellow polaroid camera sitting on the floor, and before he can think, he’s picking it up and praying it has film. He kneels, so he’s eye level with your pussy, but also making sure the angle gets your whole body in the frame. The light streaming in gives you an ethereal look, your skin glowing, and adding to the cute flush on your cheeks. The camera clicks, and a second later, the picture slides out. You giggle at Denki’s impatience. He’s waving the picture frantically in the air, so the color comes through faster. He completely stills when he can finally take a good look at the beauty he’s captured.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look…”

Denki can’t control the groan that escapes. He looks back up at you, eyes darkened with lust before he’s ripping his shorts off so fast, his foot gets caught, and he almost trips in the process. Once he’s out of them, he plops back down in the chair across the room. You’re surprised when all you feel is pure, unadulterated lust. You expected to be at least a little bit weirded out staring at your best friend’s cock, but all you want is to put it in your mouth and explore all the different ways you can make him come. The tip is oozing pre-cum already, and the way he works his hand with a sense of urgency suggests he’s been hard for a while. It doesn’t take long before you hear Denki grunt.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You look so pretty spread out for him. For the last five years, he wanted nothing more than to see you like this. His hips jerk up, and he throws his head back, but he makes sure to keep his eyes open like his life depended on it; he didn’t want to miss a second of this. You, with your legs wide open giving him a view of your perfect little pussy. Your panties soaked by you rubbing your clit mercilessly, and your pupils blown wide as you watch your best friend get off to the show you’re giving him. It’s erotic as hell, completely different from the pictures Denki has of you. This one easily tops all the others. He tightens his fist - he doesn’t want it to end without feeling your skin on his at least once.

“Let me touch you, Y/N, please, I just wanna touch you, need to feel you.”

Denki doesn’t give a fuck that he’s begging at this point. He’s waited too damn long to care about pride or dignity, not when the chance to fuck you is placed in his shaking hands. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, but it comes out anyway.

“Touch me.”

That’s all Denki needs. Before you know it, you’re pushed down on the bed, and lips smash against yours. He’s eager, a little too eager, shoving his tongue in your mouth and touching everywhere that he can. You don’t have much room to breathe, so you gently push at his chest.

“Chill, Denki.”

He huffs out a breath, muscles shaking like he’s restraining himself from overwhelming you.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,”

He mumbles, peppering kisses into your neck before making his way back to your lips. It’s much smoother this time, his tongue sliding out to tease your bottom lip, asking for permission this time. He groans when you open up for him, your tongue meeting his. Hands trail up until they reach around, resting on the clasp of your bra. Honey eyes meet yours, but you cut off his question.

“I’ll stop you if I need to, but you asking me if it’s okay every time you try something is gonna seriously kill the mood.”

You reach around to place your hands on top of his, unclasping your bra along with him. His eyes darken at the sight of your bare chest. You try not to squirm at the intensity of his gaze. It becomes near impossible when he dips down to flick his tongue over your nipple before biting with his teeth. He pays the same attention to the other one before kissing his way down your stomach. You arch your back when he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. He makes his way around, avoiding your dripping pussy, teasing your thighs with soft kisses. You huff in annoyance, and he smirks up at you, biting into the flesh of your thigh. This time he places a kiss to your heated center, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch.

“Is it everything you imagined?” You ask.

He looks up at you, with such a serious expression, one you’ve only seen a couple times since knowing him.

“Everything and more.”

Your heart flutters, and you know you’re going to say something you’ll regret if you don’t stop counting the different shades of gold in his eyes. You clear your throat before throwing your hair back.

“You gonna fuck me, or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

You pull his head in for a demanding kiss, biting on his lip to distract yourself from the rush of bubbling emotions threatening to surface.

“One sec,” Denki whispers, placing one last kiss to your lips, before getting up.

You gape at the giant box of condoms he casually pulls out. It hasn’t been opened, and oh my god, you didn’t even know they made huge boxes like this. There were at least a hundred in there. What person thinks to buy a big box of condoms if their plans don’t include… fucking a whole ass army?

“What the fuck, Denki?”

People usually have one, maybe two condoms in their wallet at most. Some guys don’t have any at all, which kills the mood when you’re in the heat of the moment, so I guess you can be thankful that Denki is... extra prepared?

“What?”

He pulls a condom out and drops the box. It thumps when it hits the floor. You’re taken aback by how nonchalant he’s being about this.

“I- you- wha- How many times do you think we’re gonna do it!?”

Denki slides the condom on, smirking at your shocked expression.

“Till we finish this box,” he says as he slides into you.

You gasp at the stretch. He pushes to the hilt, and stays there when he notices the slight furrow of your brow. It has been a while since you’ve fucked, but soon enough, you crave more so you roll your hips, but he doesn’t move.

“Denki?”

His head is pressed into your neck, warm breath tickling your skin, and the stuttering heartbeat matches to the beat of your own.

“Just… gimme a minute, don’t wanna ruin it by coming in two seconds.”

His words are muffled, voice raspy with desire, and you can only imagine what his face looks like. It makes you want him all the more. Finally, someone who doesn’t see sex as an opportunity to one-up you or to put you in your place. It’s scary how the last twenty minutes have changed five years of friendship.

“Hey,” you hold his face in between your palms. He already looks completely fucked out with his face flushed and eyes glazed. You place a tender kiss to his lips, unlike the previous kisses you shared.

“You couldn’t ruin it even if you did come right now.”

You caress his hair in an attempt to reassure him.

“You’d just have to make it up to me,” you wink.

His smile is so pure, lighting up his eyes that’s unique to Denki; it makes your heart do somersaults in your chest. But the moment passes as the previous heat between you two spikes when Denki circles his hips, taking his time to feel you inside and out. He’s touching and kissing you wherever he can, your cheek, neck, chest, thighs, like it’s the first and last time he’ll experience you like this. It might very well be.

This thought doesn’t sit well with you.

Once he’s mapped out your sweet spots, he digs his fingers into your thighs and pulls your hips flush towards his. He pulls out of you until only the tip is brushing your opening and pounds back into you, taking your breath away. He pumps in and out of you faster, and you cry out when he hits that special spot deep inside of you.

“Denki,” you moan. He grunts and spreads your legs even wider, grabbing one and hauling it over his shoulder to pound into you deeper.

He’s getting close, hell, he’s been close even before you walked in.

“F-fuck…” Denki groans, thrusting at an uneven pace and feeling the familiar tightening in his groin.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you flip him over and begin bouncing on his cock in a much more steady rhythm. Denki’s staring up at you, eyes wide in admiration.

You’re a goddess. An absolute fucking masterpiece that needs to be put in a museum for his eyes only. God, when did he get so fucking mushy? You always brought out different sides that Denki, himself, didn’t even know he had. He can’t keep his hands off you, grabbing your boobs, sliding down the curves of your thighs, gripping your ass. He wants to commit it all to memory in case he never gets to know this pleasure again.

“Y/N, ah, shit, I’m gonna...” he trails off, unable to finish his sentence.

He’s holding on to that sweet release for as long as he can. He’s been craving it since he met you on the first day of class at U.A. His balls tighten, unable to hold it in any longer, before he gives in to the long overdue orgasm. It hits him hard - his entire body tingling from head to toe like 1000 volts of electricity bolt through him. Denki had no idea he could come for this long, but he doesn’t want it to end - it feels so fucking good inside you. He rides it out for a couple more thrusts before he relaxes, completely sated. You try to pull off him, but he grabs your hips and forces you back down. You squeak, clearly not expecting him to care enough to help you out after he finished.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The tone of his voice sounds foreign in his ears, too gruff and too deep, but you seem to have no problems with it as you moan in response, working yourself on top of him. Your thighs crush his hips, shaking with need as you seek a release of your own. You’re tired from bouncing, so you resort to grinding, swirling your hips deliciously around his cock. Denki squeezes your ass in appreciation.

“You close?”

“Close, so close, Denki, please…”

Your eyes well up with tears, desperate to finish; the coil in your stomach wound too tight that you might burst any second. Denki helps you by thrusting his hips to meet yours, his hand rubbing your clit. You jolt at the sudden zap to your clit, you look down to see a small spark leave Denki’s fingertip. He does it again, and you cry out, your pussy fluttering from the electrifying touch.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it, come for me.”

Fuck. Denki didn’t mean for the pet name to slip out, but then you’re moaning louder than before that Denki would’ve had to quiet you if you weren’t alone. Words are tumbling out before you can stop them.

“Oh, fuck, Denki, I love this so much, I love you, I-”

You slap your hand over your mouth. Denki’s eyes widen for a second before a dangerous glint takes over, and he wretches your hand away from your mouth.

“Lemme hear you. C’mon, Y/N, show me how much you love this.”

You hardly recognize the scream as your own; you flush at how loud you are, but Denki doesn’t seem to mind. It seems to spur him on. He sits up so your chest to chest before he bends down to tug at your nipple with his teeth. You throw your head back in pleasure, your hands coming around to grab at his hair. Golden eyes look up at you from your chest, a slight smirk curving his lips.

“I’m no photographer, baby girl, but I can sure as hell picture us together.”

Leave it to Denki Kaminari to make you come with a cheesy pickup line.

He gives one final thrust, balls slapping against your ass and hitting the spot deep inside you just right. Your thighs quiver from the pleasure wracking your body, a scream lodging out of your throat so loud that the people next door bang on the wall. You’re overwhelmed to the point that all you can do is rest your head on his shoulder, whispering his name in a broken whimper as you finish.

You fall next to him on the bed, sweaty and completely wiped, both of you trying to catch your breath. Denki tosses the condom in the trash while you stare at the ceiling, watching the fan swirl round and round. Your mind is no different at the moment, going round in circles, and you’re trying to catch up. Your body feels weightless, tingling all over and loving the high you didn’t think was possible. The bed shifts, and suddenly you’re faced with your best friend of five years. Before he can get a word out, the front door slams shut, and two very familiar, very masculine voices are down the hall, getting closer by the second.

“Kaminari, you lazy shit, get the fuck down here!”

“Shit!” Denki jumps from the bed, ruffling through the mess to find his pants.

“Denki, just lock the door! Hurry!”

It’s too late as the door swings open, and yeah… if today taught Denki anything, it’s that he really needs to lock his door more often. He doesn’t have time to think as he hops back into bed with you to avoid flashing any of his other friends today. Bakugou would probably threaten to chop his dick off and… yeah, Denki doesn’t wanna think about the rest.

You squeak and cover yourself with the blanket when you’re met with two sets of equally shocked crimson eyes.

Kirishima drops the bag of chips he’s holding. It seems like dropping things when walking into Denki’s room was a common theme today, and he’s sure as hell not looking forward to the cleanup. Denki regrets chancing a glance at Bakugou; nostrils flaring like a rabid predator on the loose and Denki’s his target.

The four of you stare at each other for who knows how long before Kirishima breaks out into a full-on grin.

“About time, bro, congrats!”

“Congrats?” You turn to Denki, confused.

“The fuck!? You bangin’ my ex, dunceface!?” Bakugou shouts.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Denki squeaks, hiding underneath the covers.

“Oi! You fuck like a man, you better fight like one, too!”

You roll your eyes, hardly affected by Bakugou’s exploding presence, unlike Denki, who is literally shaking beside you.

“Oh fuck off, Katsuki, listen to yourself. Keyword ex-girlfriend.”

Bakugou sputters, and Kirishima drags him by the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s been in a mood since he found out he’s gonna be the next star of the Bachelor.”

“You wanna die too, shitty hair!?”

You and Denki burst out laughing at the absurdity of Katsuki forced to act like a gentleman on live TV. The image of Katsuki in a suit and tie, holding a rose and actually smiling, is comedic gold to you.

“C’mon, bro, let’s give ’em some space.”

“Oi! You’re on my shit list now! All of you! Aye! Get the fuck off me!”

Kirishima drags Bakugou the rest of the way, giving you a quick thumbs up on the way out.

You and Denki are still cracking up, but your laughter dies when they leave, and you’re faced with the tension from before. Denki sinks lower into the sheets, hating that he keeps getting walked in on. Who decided it was ‘make a fool out of Denki day’ anyway?

“So…” you start.

“So…” Denki finishes.

You both stare straight ahead at nothing.

“Did you mean it?”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly asking him to elaborate.

“What you said, when you... you know...” he makes a clicking noise with his mouth like that’s universal code for fucking, “Or was it just a heat of the moment thing?”

You take a moment to think before you give your response. You want to be as honest as possible, and not lead Denki on in any way. Of course, you loved him, he’s your best friend, but did you love him?

You think back on your friendship, and suddenly a supercut of all the times he was there for you flashes before your eyes. He was there when you needed someone to drive you when you had your wisdom teeth pulled out. You didn’t expect Denki to stay with you the whole weekend, buying you ice cream and watching your favorite movies, but he did.

He was there when you and Bakugou became an item, always listening to you swoon over how amazing a boyfriend he was. Denki would always respond with “But can he do this?” and would proceed to overuse his quirk like an overpowered Pikachu just to make you laugh. It sends a knife through your heart, knowing Denki was in love with you while you were talking about how great of a boyfriend his friend was. Not to mention how he was there when you and Bakugou broke up, heart-broken and vowing to swear off boys for good. Denki held you in his arms while you cried, staying silent the entire time, which you knew was against his nature. Denki was always there for you as a friend. There’s no doubt he’d be there for you as a lover.

“I meant it,” you say.

Tears threaten to spill, and your heart might burst out of your chest and land right into his hands. You hope he holds on to it forever. He squishes your cheeks and leans down to plant the softest kiss on your lips. This is what you’ve been missing - more like who you’ve been missing. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss, and he meets you move for move. He pulls away, hands still on your cheeks, grazing your cheekbones with his fingertips as he stares into your eyes.

“Denki, I…” You bite your lip, overcome with emotion. You desperately want to say the words to capture this picture-perfect moment forever.

Until you feel something poking your thigh.

“Denki!”

You yell, affronted he popped a boner in the middle of what was supposed to be a romantic moment.

“Sorry!”

“Ugh! Worst timing ever!” You slap his shoulder.

“Ow! I said I’m sorry!”

You wiggle out of his embrace. Silence eats at the room, and you can feel Denki’s energy radiating in uncomfortable frequencies. The last moment had been thoroughly ruined.

But you have all the time in the world to make more.

“... round two?”

Just seeing Denki’s face light up like Christmas is enough to promise the birth of a new moment. He bends over to grab his box of condoms, some spilling on the floor and adding more to the mess, before saying, “hell yeah!”

You roll your eyes with affection. What a weirdo, you think. But he’s your weirdo.

That night, or rather the next day since it was currently three in the morning, Denki plops down on his bed exhausted from the day. He’s fluffing his pillow, trying to get comfortable, when he feels something underneath. His eyes widen when he takes in the picture he’s holding. You must’ve taken it when he was downstairs and snuck it under his pillow. You’re bent over with that same damn lacy bra that sends him for a loop. Your cleavage deliciously on display as you bite your lip and stare at the camera with those innocent eyes. Denki can’t help it, his hand sliding down on instinct and cupping himself through his boxers. He turns the picture around and smiles at the cute little message written on the back.

“To add to your collection 😉”

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