#wide open heart

[uniasus]

Finally! 2K words needed to just get to this part. Curse my need for set up. But also, curse my limited time because I want to finish writing this today and it will probably not happen. :/

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"Why are you here, partner? I thought Kaiba had a thing."

"A tournament," Yugi hummed. "We got to the hotel a little bit ago. Told the others I wasn't feeling well still and wanted to nap."

Instantly, Yami brought a hand up to Yugi's forehead, though it was useless. Their forms in the Puzzle didn't match exactly match Yugi's body. If the other boy had a fever in the outside world, Yami wouldn't be able to feel it.

Yugi brushed Yami's hand away. "I'm fine. I lied."

Yami pulled away to look at him. "You didn't want to spend time with Joey and the others?"

Yugi turned pink and looked down. "I have my own hotel room. A bed is a lot more comfortable than a forest floor. If they think I'm napping, they won't bother me, so I thought…"

"Thought?" Yami pressed, though he'd already gathered where Yugi was going. The bond and his blush made that every obvious.

Yugi played with the beaded cuff on his right hand, a match to the wesekh Yami had created for him.

"Thought we could do what we did at the lake again?"

"If you're asking if I want to spend time kissing you, partner, the answer is always yes."

[spacedlexi]

i thought we were gonna kiss up here are you still not over your dead girlfriend

[royaltea000]

drawing him completely clothed as repentance for drawing him completely nude

[plateauofmemories]

Jonathan: "In such case there would be no evidence against us, in case any suspicion of murder were aroused."

Jonathan: "Y'know. In case anyone who saw us open a box with a man in it and then immediately behead him and pierce his heart. Thought we were committing murder."

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts - Neverland

[deandoesthingstome]

Heart Wide Open

Pairing: Syverson x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: just some talk about sexual situations, a little pining

A/N: There is a lot going on that isn’t Syverson these days, but this just came to me in a haze and I wanted to write it down and send it off to the world. Much like this letter you decided you needed to write to the guy you spent a few weeks with before he shipped out. It was no big deal, right?

Dear Sy,

I hope it’s okay that I'm writing. You said I could if I wanted to. It was weird addressing the envelope (yes, I addressed the envelope before I started this letter; I was nervous. Sue me.) Writing your full name, I mean. You said I could just call you Sy, but I’m doubting the US Army knows how to find you by just Sy. 

Or maybe they do.

Anyway. I was thinking about you the other day, in the oddest place. I mean, it’s not an odd place for me. Just a strange place to be thinking about you. I was at the yoga studio for an evening class. It was one of those “hippy dippy” classes you liked to tease me about. Not the power flow classes that you almost respected, but the slow, stretchy, touchy-feely one with the real quiet voices and everything on the ground.

Anyway. I started thinking about the way your fingers and lips danced over my skin when you had me naked on my back. The way you held the swell of my tits in your hands. The way it felt when you kissed my lips and then my neck, down my chest and onto my belly. The way you didn’t hesitate at all between my legs. I remembered the way it felt every time you sank your hips against mine and pressed into me, rocking with some kind of magic that let you hold on while I let go, over and over again.

I wonder how long this letter is going to take to get to you and where you’ll be when it arrives. Will you be able to read it in privacy? God I hope so. Maybe I should rip this up and start again.

Except I can’t, because I wanted to tell you how I think about what it’ll be like for you when you get this letter. If maybe you’ll be able to stay quiet in your bunk. Or maybe you have a private room somehow. Because I hope that when you read about the way I think about you, you’ll think about me, too. And maybe, while you’re reading this, you’ll need to unbutton your pants while you think about the way I used to take you between my lips. And maybe you’ll try to imagine it’s my hand wrapped around you.

God I hope you weren’t kidding about all those times you shifted me up and over your chest so I could settle right down on your tongue and let you make me scream again while I held onto the headboard. You said you liked doing that and I definitely like having it done, so maybe that’s something you’ll think about. 

God, Sy, I fucking miss you so much. Maybe I’m not supposed to say that this soon. But I do. I know I’m probably not supposed to say a lot of these things in this letter. (Fuck, does the military read your letters like you were in prison? God I hope not!) 

But I just can’t stop myself from telling you how I feel. I held back when you left. I didn’t want to make you nervous. Like you owed me anything. But I really like you, Sy. I never thought I’d say that about someone like you. But you made it so easy to look past our differences and find the things we had in common, even if just for that short amount of time. 

I know it was just a little companionship before you left. I mean, that’s all we said it would be. But I think about you all the fucking time, and I miss you.

I know I’m supposed to keep it light. Talk about the day to day so you can keep a little of home in your head.  Okay, but when I think about telling you about the new restaurant they opened up downtown, all I can imagine is taking you there when you get home. (Yes, fine, I know. Letting you take me there when you get home. Whatever.) I think you’d like it, Sy. It’s pretty all-american food but in a nicer-than-a-bar atmosphere. And I know, there’s nothing wrong with a bar. It is, afterall, where we met. 

But I wondered if the end of the night would turn out the same if you took me home from this restaurant instead of from the bar. If you’d still want to tear my clothes off as soon as we stepped over the threshold and locked the door. If I’d have to remind you to keep it down for the neighbors before I just gave up and joined you, funny looks in the parking lot be damned.

If we’d even make it to the bedroom, or if you’d take me bent over on the couch first, the way you did that first night. I really fucking liked that. Did I tell you that? I’m sure I did, but just in case. Sy. You can fuck me bent over the couch any time you want. 

Shit, there I go again. I should really rip this up and start over. Except you said I could say anything I wanted if I decided to write. Come to think of it, why did you ask me to write? We said we were keeping it light, and I didn’t want to scare you off, but something about the way you asked me to write…Should I have said something sooner? Before you got on that bus?

Fuck. Okay. So I’m supposed to tell you about the everyday. But my everyday was always so much different than your everyday, remember? It was a fluke I was at that bar that night. An out of town friend who had a thing for military guys. We were just out catching up. I figured we’d have a few drinks, she’d find someone to shack up with, and I’d send her on her way with his details on a piece of paper in case she didn’t make it home the next day. 

God I was so uncomfortable there. I couldn’t believe she’d talked me into it. And I was about to turn around and walk out when you walked in. Remember? How could you forget? I crashed right into you. And you apologized even though it was so clearly my fault, and you bought me and my friend a round and sat with us while you waited for your buddies.

I swear, Sy. I had no idea she’d take both of them home that night, leaving you all alone with little old me. But you didn’t care. We closed that bar down. I never do that.  And after you came home with me that night, after you took me on that couch, and then the bed, and later in the shower before you left? You called me. 

God I’m really stupid, aren’t I? Telling you all this like you weren’t there. But in writing this all down, I’m seeing so many signs I must have just willfully ignored. You made time for me, over and over again even though you were getting ready to ship out. Was I that reserved, maybe even a little standoff-ish, that you worried if you came on too strong, I’d run? Is that why you said, “just a bit of fun, okay?” To make it easier for me? 

Hey, when you come back, we should go to dinner. Maybe a movie. I know a great place to go hiking. Sy, I want to spend more time with you. I guess that’s what this letter is all about. And I know I started off talking about how well you fucked me, and I mean that for sure. But I want you to know I really liked our times together even when we weren’t fucking. I liked talking with you about the things we agree and disagree on. I liked seeing you laugh. I loved it when you made me laugh. 

Shit. I think I really fucked this up, Sy. I know I was supposed to keep it light. But I just can’t. I want you to know, so there’s no misunderstanding. I’m waiting for you to come back. I’ll keep an eye on the mail, too. If you write back and tell me I read it all wrong, I mean, it’ll suck, but I’ll respect that. 

But I couldn’t let you go on over there thinking there wasn’t anyone back home thinking about you and wishing you well every night. That yoga class the other day? Her theme was heart openers. Every pose, designed to drop the collarbones away from the chest and open up the space. I guess that’s how I got to thinking about you. During the meditation, she invited us to send love first to ourselves, then to someone we care about, and finally even to someone we don’t particularly care about. 

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But when it was someone I care about, I sent my love to you, Sy. I’m sending it to you now. I’ve got my heart wide open for you. I hope you want it.

Part 2

[bratdnp]

Something I’ve always loved is how you can so clearly tell whether it was Dan or Phil someone was focusing on when they post a picture of Dan and Phil.

[hazygreyday]

good evening specifically to the three other people on the internet who are into both Cultist Simulator and The Locked Tomb

Harrowhark, a Key / Gideon, an Assassin

these were very heavily referenced/inspired by this excellent cultist sim picrew by thefantasylife8

[athenepromachos]

Taking time to sppprrrrrrreeeeeaaaaaadddd the load 😳😳

[uniasus]

Shoving myself into a corner of the train so ppl can't see I'm writing Puzzleshipping smut. This...is gonna be a long one shot. For me.

[astxrwar]

"can we talk about 40s bucky" no. "can we talk about bucky in his 40s" yes. send tweet

[reesdomain]

Sylus landing in about a day now I’m ready to fucking pop😮‍💨🫡

Literally throbbing in anticipation. I’ve been waiting months just for them to give me the man of my dreams (Sylus is the literal embodiment of my ideal Prince Charming since I was a little girl)

[stillnotrai]

my goal this 2024 is to be more creative so ive been makings stickers inspired by my favorite artists starting with sabrina carpenter <33 here's eyes wide open <3

[mafaldaknows]

Instagram: wordsarevibrations

❤️‍🩹

[cutemeat]

i delusionally think deetress scraps cld happen under chernin brothers bcuz the scene got deleted but they also wrote her one canon lesbian sexual experience (trying to get off via female masseuse in franks back in business)

sorry i had to process this ask for like 12 hours before i could look at it again to post it

[marymekpop]

⟢ highlight of the hour: my dearest [5/20] ⟣

eyes never lie