Cardiophile Anonymous

20, F, she/her/hers A super secret account I made to get things off my chest. Please don’t pm me anything sexual tho. That’s not what this blog is about. While I do get turned on by heartbeats, I feel more than just lust. I feel fluffy feelings and romantic feelings as well. This is not a strictly NSFW blog, though there will be NSFW posts.

[cardiophileanonymous]

Some nights I want to fall asleep listening to heartbeats SOOOO bad! But I’m scared that if I do, the whole fucking dorm will figure out I’m a cardiophile. Ugh! I’m sick of this because sometimes with my anxiety heartbeats are the ONLY thing that can help. Anybody else face this problem? I think tonight I’m gonna try and find a hypnosis video or something with a heartbeat in the background. If I do actually find one, I’ll be sure to keep you posted.

[ev-gwyd-art]

Had the idea for this when i realized there’s only about 4 people who exist who i trust enough to show them unfinished work

[cardiaccadillac]

Since the topic came up @remember-panchaea I bloodied up an old Adam painting.

[cardiophileanonymous]

Currently Unfinished Sastiel Smut

For context: The two had angry sex earlier in the fic. Enjoy :)

Sam was expecting Cas to pounce on him into massive hormone fueled sex like last time. He was surprised when he didn’t.

“I wanted to apologize,” he said instead. “I said a lot of things that I probably shouldn’t have.”

“Yeah. Me too. No hard feelings, okay?”

“Okay…”

The angel still seemed like he had more to say. He sat quietly on the bed. This made Sam hesitant and curious, but not wanting to start another fight, he didn’t want to force it.

“I have to be honest, our last encounter, I did something I probably shouldn’t have.”

Sam’s heart dropped.

“What?”

“I understand how humans value your privacy, and how certain angel powers can make you feel uncomfortable. And I’m concerned that last time I did something that overstepped boundaries, despite your lack of consent…”

Oh no. What could he have possibly done? Go into his mind or something?

“What was it?”

“I listened to your heartbeat.”

Sam laughed. He made it sound way worse than it actually was.

“That’s it?”

Cas looked away with shame and confusion. How was Sam possibly okay with that?

“When I felt your chest, I felt your heartbeat. And I started connecting to it with my powers… in order to hear it better. You were so mad and it was beating so fast… I felt like I couldn’t help myself.” He seemed a little aroused just talking about it, but he still wore his shame.

“Cas, hearing someone’s heartbeat is nowhere near rape! In fact, it’s actually kind of…” Sam didn’t want to say the words. It felt too juvenile and waaay too sappy.

“Kind of what?” The man seemed apprehensive that the adjective he was thinking was negative. Sam sighed, swallowing his pride. He just couldn’t leave the angel second guessing himself.

“Cute. And sweet.” Cas seemed relieved, sighing lightly and looking down like a massive weight was taken off his shoulders. “Is that one of the reasons you were so mad when I flipped you around and got on top of you at the end?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry for that, then.”

“You didn’t know. I wanted to see if we could… try something with it?”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

Sam seemed a little apprehensive. But his eyes started to beam fairly quickly.

“Sure! I was always a little curious about cardiophilia.” Cas turned his head to the side. “It’s a fetish for the heart and heartbeat. I never expected to be with someone who had it though. So I never thought I’d be able to try anything with it. But the fact that I can tonight…” He moved up to Castiel. He put his face mere inches away from his. “It makes me very excited.”

“Lay down on your back…” Castiel requested. Sam did as he was told. The angel hesitantly got on top of him and lifted his gray shirt up. Not all the way, but enough so he could access the top of his chest where his heart was. He placed both hands on his body. He didn’t have much of a reaction at first, but after a twenty second wait, he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale. His breathing went shallow. “I’ve felt intense feelings being human,” he confessed. “In my chest, my head, my… crotch… but hearing a heartbeat... I feel things everywhere…”

He laid down on top of Sam to kiss him intently. It wasn’t quite as lustful as the other night, it was more calm and tender. Sam was hesitant to kiss back this time, but he did so anyway. Cas lifted Sam’s shirt a little higher so that he had better access to his chest.

He began to moan on top of him. He started to squirm his jacket and tie off of himself, throwing them elsewhere. He lifted himself so he was sitting on him once more, but he didn’t break contact with his chest.

“Can we do what I wanted to try?” He was so eager it made Sam’s adrenaline go up, both from fear and intrigue. Cas obviously noticed the spike in his nerves, as he made a sharp inhale through his teeth.

“What do you want to try?”

“I want to make you feel your heartbeat. Make it louder so you can hear it. I just want to make the blood pumping through your veins harder.” The last sentence was longer and more drawn out, a bit of a moan.

Sam gulped. He was never really squeamish, but the way Castiel phrased it made him shuffle uncomfortably. Despite that, the way he was moaning, so turned on by the idea he could barely contain himself… how could he possibly say no??? He frowned, taking Sam’s shifting as just that. This made him know he had to assure him this wasn’t the case.

“Sure. I’ll try it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s not like I haven’t felt my own heartbeat before. Go ahead. Just… don’t make it too hard, okay?”

Cas nodded. Sam lifted the shirt off himself and Cas took advantage to do the same. With both men shirtless, he placed his hands on his chest harder, and Sam felt a pulse throughout his entire body. He groaned. He’d never felt his heartbeat as hard as that before even when he wasn’t running for his life. Never. Then he heard it pounding through his ears. It was strange, and he wondered internally why Cas was so enthralled with it. Not in a judgemental way, but a curious one. It all changed when he felt the veins in his arm pulsate. He shuffled a little in discomfort.

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s… different. But not all bad. Just… maybe try a little softer? At least in the arms.”

Cas nodded, and Sam’s arms felt at ease. He still felt the pulse a tiny bit there, but not nearly as bad. In fact, at this pace, it was almost… soothing? His chest lifted up a little bit and he groaned when he felt a pulse in his neck. His eyes flew open.

“Oh…!”

Castiel backed up. Sam shook his head.

“No no no no no. That was a good groan! This is perfect.”

Cas seemed hesitant still. Was he just saying this to satisfy him? Unintentionally, he lifted his hands up a little, disconnecting with his chest. The feeling of his exaggerated pulse started to fade, and go back to how soft and normal it was before. The hunter genuinely wanted to keep going, so he had no choice but to beg. He grabbed Cas’ hands and dragged them down harder onto his chest.

“Pleeeease keep doing it, it’s so good.”

The pulse in his neck happened again. It felt like a bite that came from the other person involved, one he could get while Castiel’s face was in perfect view.

“Ahh!!!”

This moan was more obviously pleasurable. His legs kicked up and bent out of instinct.

Cas began to take his right hand off Sam’s chest. Sam dragged it back down and whimpered. Cas shook his head.

“Don’t worry. You’ll still feel your pulse. I just want to increase it in... a better way.”

Sam begrudgingly let go. A better way? What way was better than this?

The throbbing of his heartbeat still sounded in his ears as Cas put his left hand over the side of his chest where his heart laid. But then he felt something. His pants unzipped. He hadn’t realized how uncomfortable they’d become, and he breathed a freeing sigh. Cas traced his finger along the side of his penis. Sam felt an intense throb.

His heartbeat increased and Cas made a small smirk. He grabbed his member then dragged his hand up and down gently.

It was at such a slow pace, Sam’s heart skipped a few beats. He groaned quietly. The next time he opened his mouth, Cas increased his speed, which made the hunter scream out.

Sam’s breath was now increasing. He mostly felt his heart, beating hard in his chest. He started to moan what came to mind.

“Mmmmmmmyeah! Yes! Ohhhh… gah...” He looked up, remembering how Cas didn’t want God referenced in this context. He admittedly almost forgot and had to stop himself. “Fuck…! Cas…!”

Cas gave an odd stare.

“I’m curious about something…” the angel mused to himself. “When I kissed you, I realized your heart was at a fairly medium pace, but it was hard and loud to make up for it. Yet, now, when I do this, it’s softer than before, but much faster.”

Sam couldn’t believe it. It already felt like his heart was going to explode from his chest at this rate. How much harder could it have been when Castiel kissed him?

“What was it you were curious about?”

“I wonder what would happen if I did both at the same time.”

He bent down and began to kiss the man below him as he continued to jerk him off, making him moan and squirm. Cas was right. His heart began to beat harder, but it stayed at the pace it already was.

Castiel unzipped and pulled down his pants, pulling out his own cock and placing it against Sam. Sam felt the other cock against his slit, and he pushed himself further into the mattress to ground himself. Cas began to jerk both of them off, Sam pulling his face away every so often for some much needed air before Cas would pull him back in for another long kiss. At one point during one of his breaks, Cas bit the pulse point on his neck, encasing it with his teeth and lips. This made the exaggerated pulse even harder. Sam’s heart skipped a beat before its rate went harder and faster. He continued with a breathless moan.

“Ffffffffffuuuuuuuuck…”

Cas smiled against his neck before lifting his head up to talk.

“Mmmmmmm… I’m glad my theory worked. I like hearing your heart like this. Nice and hard. Nice and loud…” Cas encased his pulse point with his mouth again, kissing it before humming into it, making Sam feel the vibration against his pulse. It felt like the vibration went through every vein in his body. He moaned again.

Though Cas couldn’t see, Sam closed his eyes and gave a devilish smirk.

“Does it feel better to know that you’re the one doing this to me right now?”

Cas moaned again, and Sam arched his back, letting out shaky breaths. He picked up speed on both their dicks. The hand on his chest was becoming erratic, his fingers flexing. Sam began to get worried he’d disconnect with his heart again by mistake. He used both his hands to pull his hand down harder. His nails started to go into his skin. It was more than likely going to leave a mark, but he didn’t care. His breaths began to pick up speed with his racing heartbeat.

“I didn’t…” Cas confessed into his neck through pants. “I didn’t even think of that. Ahhhhhhhh…!”

He accidentally scratched Sam’s chest as his fingers began to partially clench into a half fist. Sam used his two hands to pull the partial fist harder into his chest and groaned in response.

“Yeah… you’re the reason my heart’s beating this fast right now. Mmmmm oh my… fuck…!”

[cardiophileanonymous]

Thorquill Oneshot: Feeling Your Heartbeat

What is wrong with me? Last night, I literally woke up at like one AM and wrote it in the span of two hours. TWO FUCKING HOURS. Had a dream that made me so captivated I wrote this. What is it about this ship that I go insane?

18+!!!! If you are below the age of 18, scroll to the next post or click off RIGHT NOW. For the remaining adults in the audience: it’s not explicit, but highly inappropriate. You have been warned.

Not related to the Clear! for any of you wondering. If it were, Thor taking Quill’s pulse would make him waaaay more uncomfortable. I also incorportated two headcanons I have. Thor has learned to speak normal, but when he’s drunk or half asleep, he goes back to Asgardian speak. I also think he shouldn’t say “by Odin’s beard,” but “by my father’s beard” since he is Odin’s son.

So, here we go!

...

Peter wasn’t thrilled with having to share a bed with Thor, but he would manage.

His ship got super fucked up last mission, and they had to settle for a spare while they dropped his baby off at a shop to get fixed. The mechanic said it’d be a week before they’d get it back, at least. There weren’t enough rooms to accommodate everybody, and so not everyone got a room… or a bed… to themselves. And when the sleeping arrangements were made, guess who was the unlucky fucker that had to sleep in the same bed as that barbarian?

Of course, he ended up enjoying it more than he would admit. If you could even believe that. It all started two nights in, while he was in the middle of a nightmare.

He was never good at sleeping in new places. That’s one of the reasons he stayed in the same ship for so long. He woke up after his nightmare an anxious mess, heart beating through his skull. It was so bad, it had apparently woken Thor up.

Five minutes into the tossing and turning, Thor had had enough. He grabbed Quill and gripped him tightly.

“What? Why are you?”

“Just relax mine friend,” he sighed. After a brief pause, realizing Peter had relaxed his muscles, he spoke again. “Does this help?”

With nobody around, Peter sighed, realizing he could be honest with no repercussions. 

“...yes.”

“Good.”

This had become a habit the next three nights. Thor would grip Peter tight enough to where he could barely move. Forced to turn calm, his breathing would even out until his heartbeat would go from pounding to soothing. Then, he would fall asleep peacefully. It was never spoken about during the day. It was as if their waking selves would forget the interaction until the next night when it happened again. It somehow felt completely natural.

Which brings us to tonight.

That night, Thor, stirred from Quill’s constant squirming. He felt the god starting to toss, and he expected him to hold him tight like he did before. But this time, he took a different approach. He took his hand and pressed it onto his chest, right above where his heart was. Quill immediately felt a jolt of adrenaline shoot through his entire body.

“Wha—? What are you doing?!”

“Well, this is the fourth night in a row thou hast been having bad dreams now.” Thor was quiet, fairly nonchalant. “Clearly, simply holding thee isn’t helping.”

“So— you—! Why THIS?!”

“I saw all the heartbeat audio on thine browsing history.” Peter’s face immediately started burning. “Obviously, that must bring thee some sort of comfort if thou shalt sort through numerous videos on end.”

Peter gulped. Thor found that?! He obviously didn’t know that a big part of the reason he listened to faster heartbeats at that point was to get himself off. Dammit, he should’ve remembered to clear his search history!

Oh god, if he managed to find that, did the others, too?! Would Rocket be down his throat judging him the next day? What about Drax? Was Mantis gonna use her whole telepathic bullshit to fill in the gaps? Oh no, he didn’t want anyone finding out about this. He would become the laughing stock of his own ship soon enough. He would’ve been fine for being criticized regarding just about any other part of his personality, but this, this would’ve been too far. But of all the things racing through his mind, that wasn’t what bothered him the most.

What bothered him the most was the fact that he really fucking enjoyed feeling up the god’s heartbeat. Waaaay more than he ought to. It was so much harder than when he felt his own. Almost as if it were stronger. His breathing went shallow.

“See? It’s working already!” Although his voice was jovial, it was still slurred as he tried to go back to sleep. Quill was the opposite, wide eyed and becoming more wired.

“No, dude! It isn’t!”

“What does thou mean?”

“I—” Fuck he didn’t want to explain this. He tried to bring his hand away, but Thor countered by pulling his hand further into his chest. The pounding brought itself into Peter’s fingertips further. He could almost picture the muscle under the skin and he made a shaky exhale. “You don’t… get it.”

“Well, I would if thou would just explain it to me.”

“I don’t…! It’s not…”

“Art thou squeamish? If so, it makes no sense for thee to look up such audio.”

“I’m not… squeamish.”

“So thou dost enjoy listening to heartbeats, yes? This ought to help thee sleep, then!”

Peter’s voice began to get uncharacteristically quiet.

“I enjoy it… but not… like that.”

Thor remained quiet, trying to piece everything together. But soon enough, he felt something against his leg and his eyes snapped open. Now, he was wide awake. He looked down and saw Peter closing his eyes, trying to hide his shame. He let go of his hand and inched away.

“Oh.” Peter backed away an almost equal distance, to the point where he almost stumbled off the bed. “I deeply apologize. If I had known you thought of it like that, I wouldn’t have…”

“No, it’s fine. You won’t… tell anyone. Right?”

“Oh, by my father’s beard! Of course not! What kind of a friend or teammate would I be if I did that?!” Peter sighed with relief. “I do recommend you change the password to your browsing history, however. The only reason Rabbit didn’t go through it was because I did it for him.”

Quill wanted so desperately to question why they were doing that in the first place, but he was faaaar too tired to do so. He yawned, the anxiety passing and sleepiness taking its place. Thor looked to the side uncomfortably.

“Shall I… give you the room to yourself for a few moments?”

Quill’s eyes opened wide, remembering his member right under him.

“Oh! That’s, um, that’s fine. I’ll just take a quick shower then I’ll be right back.”

He sat up abruptly. Thor’s eyes followed him as he grabbed a towel hanging up and headed towards the door of their room.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure! Don’t worry about me! Go back to sleep, I’ll be back in a few!”

Normally, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity. An annoying roommate offering to leave so he could get himself off after they accidentally embarrassed him? That’s like, amazing! But he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. Because he knew if he did, he would get off thinking of someone he really didn’t want to be thinking about in that context.

He got to the showers and turned on the water. In the minute it took him to remove his clothes and wait for the water to heat up, he couldn’t stop thinking of what he would’ve been jerking it to had the god left him in the room by himself. How would Thor’s heart feel getting faster? If it was so hard it was easy to feel in a resting state, how much harder would it get on the brink of orgasm? God if only he could hear what it sounded like through his stethoscope that he forgot on his currently broken ship. Oh, but what if Thor didn’t leave the room…? Holding his hand down on his heart like he did just moments earlier, while he was on top of him riding his dick…?

The second that last sentence popped into his head, he made up his mind. He immediately switched the dial from hot to cold and jumped in.

It was pretty painful, but if he ever jerked off thinking of Thor, he wouldn’t be able to face the guy for a week. Sure, he’d masturbated to the thought of Gamora before, and faced her just about every day with no shame. But this was different. If he acted weird, and it was figured out, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to live with himself. As his mind drifted elsewhere, he sighed, strangely calm. He got out of the shower, back into his pajamas, and headed back towards his room.

[cardiophileanonymous]

I was reading a fanfic I wrote when I was like 16 and...

“...why does this feel... nice?” he thought to himself. “I suddenly feel so... calm. But my heart is still beating so fast at the same time. Why...?”

“I think you’re the coolest person I know!” His heart rate increased at the other man’s words. It was amazing how in just one sentence, he could go from complete calm to feeling adrenaline shoot through his veins. But what was this feeling...?

Their eyes met for a brief moment in time. His heartbeat came to an abrupt stop before quickly picking back up again, faster than before.

“Hmm...” he thought. “What if it is true...? My heart stopped for a second in that battle and started up again— all because the two of us made eye contact! Could our heartbeats really have synced up...?”

He liked this new feeling he was getting used to. It felt like the heat of battle. The blood pumping action!

Back in high school, I wrote a fanfiction that is absolutely littered with this wording. Every single chapter references the heart or blood shooting through someone’s veins. You may wonder why this is significant. Well... I only realized I was a cardiophile a little over half a year ago now!

Tbh, I never really knew cardiophilia was a thing. Then one day, I heard about it for the first time in passing and couldn’t quite get the idea out of my head. It sort of just lingered in the back of my mind for like a month. I mean, who could get off to heartbeats, right? Anyway, I was writing a shit ton of Sastiel fanfiction, (yes I ship Sastiel more than Destiel, guilty as charged!) and decided to write up a quick sex scene between the two involving the kink. No real reason, just a little writing exercise. But then guess what? I was into it af, lol. More into it than any sex scene I’d written. Then it all hit me.

I was never squeamish. I always liked beating hearts. The heart was always the focal point I focused on while writing about characters falling in love. When I was eleven, I read a fanfic where the character’s one point of weakness for his crush to touch him... was his heart! It was my favorite fic, I think the only one I bookmarked on my computer when I was a kid. You wanted to piss me off? Have the villain kill people by taking their hearts out of their bodies, or hurt them via punching or clawing their chest. Those cult leaders wanting to carve Mulder and Scully’s hearts out for example? Fuck em! They’re the worst villains by far, disgusting! That’s the most important part of your body by far!

I can’t believe I could have gone my whole life without knowing this. I almost have to wonder... how many people do you think there are? Who have cardiophilia and don’t know it...? It makes me almost sad. Please tell me I’m not the only one who took embarrassingly long to realize this!

[cardiophileanonymous]

Late Night Errands Chapter 2

Mulder x Reader

Summary: The reader is a paralegal preparing to help defend her client on trial in a week. The stress has finally convinced her to go out and get a stethoscope to help calm her down. Little does she know a certain agent was watching her out while she was out late at night, and it makes her a prime suspect in his eyes.

Y/n= your name

Y/f/n Y/l/n= your first and last name

B/f/n= your best friend’s name

Chapter 1:

https://cardiophileanonymous.tumblr.com/post/659459959158915072/late-night-errands-chapter-1-mulder-x

...

Skully shook her head.

“This is right up your alley, Molder! Hypnotists mind controlling murderers! Why do you still think she has something to do with it?”

“It’s probably a red herring. Did you see her face? She did not go to that drug store just for medicine.”

“So what? That doesn’t mean she’s part of some grandiose conspiracy. Maybe she was getting, I dunno, condoms! Of course she wouldn’t want to tell you that!” Skully thought it was more likely feminine products, but thought bringing up condoms would get the point across quite nicely. He still wasn’t convinced.

“Then why did she slam on the wheel like a mad woman afterwards in frustration?”

Skully sighed. The last thing she wanted to do was be like Molder in this situation, egging on a ridiculous conspiracy, but at this point, that seemed more tempting.

“She’s given us a better lead than any of the people in the law firm or the police department! Don’t you think we at least oughta look into it?”

He glanced at her, then back at the road.

“Alright. You go look into that. I’m gonna keep my eye on her in case she does anything else suspicious.”

She rolled her eyes. She grabbed the piece of paper and did her best to analyze every DVD cover she could.

“Fine. I’ll look into these missing DVDs, see where they’ve gone.”

“Let me know if you succeed in tracking them down.”

...

Scully entered the police station, approaching the chief of police with her badge in hand.

“Agent Scully, FBI. I have a couple questions about the evidence detained from Mr. Bill Brown upon his arrest.”

The officer raised his eyebrow.

“What about it?”

“I've recently seen some images that were taken from his home, and there were a couple items of interest that were brought to my attention.” She quickly took out the paper and presented it to him. She pointed at the DVD cases with a pink, blue and yellow tie-dye design on the cover. “Were these DVDs ever taken into evidence?”

The officer looked down at the page, then up at her as if she had just expected him to read an entire novel in a foreign language.

“No. We didn’t.”

“How come? It may be helpful for establishing a possible motive.”

“He had about fifty stupid DVDs, minimum. And not all of them were safe for work, if ya know what I mean. Bringing them to the department and having our men watch them all would be a waste of time.”

“Do you know where they are? Did they maybe go to a family member or a close friend upon his arrest?”

“Tch! That loser didn’t have any family left. Last I checked they were taken in to a local Goodwill. Who knows if they’re still there.”

Great, she thought to herself. She just solemnly nodded, walking back to her car, knowing where her next destination was.

...

Mulder had been, for lack of a better word, stalking Y/n all day. She had had a small lunch with her friend, B/f/n, before hurrying off around town. It was always a convenience store or large public store she’d go to. Places with assorted numbers of things. Despite the seemingly endless amount of variation, she was never satisfied. She was looking for something... something they didn’t have. No matter who she talked to or what they said, she always went back to her car with defeat. What on Earth was she looking for?

He finally got his answer when while he was hiding behind an aisle. There she was. Y/n. And now, he was close enough to actually hear her having a conversation with an employee.

“Um, excuse me… do you have any... stethoscopes here?”

Mulder raised an eyebrow. Stethoscopes? Quite an odd request.

“Oh yeah, down aisle seven.”

“Really?! Thank you so much!”

She turned around, and he emerged from the aisle and wandered in front of her.

“Looking to play doctor?”

She yelped and jumped back. She felt both nervous and mad when she realized who it was.

“Oh, you’re that FBI agent I saw today. M…” she motioned that she didn’t remember his name.

“Mulder, Ms. Y/l/n.”

“Mulder. Yeah. Do you need help with anything else?”

“The better question is do you? I overheard you’re getting a stethoscope.”

Oh no...

“Yeah. Um… it’s for my Halloween costume. I’m planning to be a nurse while handing out candy.”

“It’s mid August. Preparing a bit early, aren’t we?”

She chuckled.

“Yeah…”

He looked down at her hands in an attempt to read her body language. He noticed she had a tattoo of an anatomically correct heart. Interesting, he thought, considering half of the recent victims had their hearts ripped out and brought who knows where.

“Is that part of your Halloween costume, too?”

He motioned to the small tattoo on her wrist. She brought down one of her long sleeves lower to hide it.

“No… I just wanted it. It’s the only one I have.”

“Is there a meaning to it?”

She looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

“Well, all tattoos have meaning, right? What’s the meaning behind yours?”

She looked down. She wasn’t sure just how much her face was flushing. It wasn’t normal to get your kink tattooed on you, was it? And it wasn’t something she was gonna confess in public to the FBI. Instead, she brushed it off.

“I wanted a tattoo, but I couldn’t decide what to get. I thought it’d be cute. Wearing your heart on your sleeve. You know? Now, if that’s all, can I get back to my shopping?”

The two made intense eye contact before she began to head towards aisle seven. She gave an odd glance back at him as she walked away. He looked at his notes. Maybe she was the victim. Maybe she was doing things completely hypnotized right now?

But then he thought back to the other night…

Mulder was looking out his hotel room. He had a habit of doing that when he was deep in thought. He was internally grateful that across this particular hotel was a drug store. That way he could people watch without being seen as a complete weirdo. So what if it was pretty late? He couldn’t sleep and needed something to pass the time.

Then he saw someone leave the store with a tiny bag. Odd. Was that y/n, the paralegal working on his current case? She got into her car and her behavior made his eyebrow raise.

She started flailing her arms. It looked like she was screaming, but one of those frustrated, contained screams. What would she be so frustrated about?

Then he saw her look at her phone. She glanced around to make sure nobody was looking. Whatever was on it, she wanted to guard with her life.

She drove off.

Now she was on his radar.

It was that moment he realized what he needed to do. He needed to look at her phone.

...

Scully had been in the local Goodwill for thirty minutes. She had pain stakingly scraped the entirety of the DVD rack, even the sections full of weird cartoon porn she didn’t like seeing the covers of. The chance they were there was small, but still there nonetheless. She finally swallowed her pride and approached an employee.

“Excuse me, but do you have any DVDs that happened to be made by a woman named Hannah Martin?”

“Hannah Martin...” The girl mouthed something to herself curiously. “That sounds very familiar. We keep getting things from her on and off. A lot of stuff gets donated then they’re gone within the next week. I think we still have one in the back, though.”

“Perfect. I’ll take it.”

In her car, Scully popped the DVD into her portable DVD player. She skimmed through the video intently. She had succumbed to a form of mind control once, she wasn’t gonna do it again.

Suddenly, she saw something very concerning.

She dialed Mulder instantaneously.

[cardiophileanonymous]

[cardiophileanonymous]

Some Cardiophile(?) Shirts!!!

So, I’ve been looking through Hot Topic, and have any of you heard of Emily the Strange? It’s a clothing brand, and I think they have a lot of interesting merch you guys would be interested in! No, it’s not sponsored, I just realize these designs may strike your fancy if you’re into cardiophilia.

The links I’ll be posting are all shirts, however, if you search them on Hot Topic, most if not all also come in hoodies and tank tops!

1st set of designs: anatomically correct hearts or designs where your heart is ❤️

Design 1: Eat your heart out (2 versions)

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-heart-gush-t-shirt/16585803.html#q=Emily%20the%20strange&start=20&sz=60

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-eat-your-heart-out-t-shirt/16585641.html#q=Emily%20the%20strange&start=25&sz=60

Okay... I’ll be honest, I can see this being a euphemism for something inappropriate lol. That’s what I had in mind when I first saw it. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. If I’m being honest, this one is probably the least subtle of them all lol. But if this design interests you, it might be worth a purchase.

Design 2: Heart cavity

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-heart-cavity-girls-t-shirt/16558757.html#q=Emily%20the%20strange&start=86&sz=60

This one is cute. The creature isn’t quite where your heart is, but it’s close enough and I think that’s what counts!

Design 3: Heart in a jar

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-heart-in-a-jar-girls-t-shirt/16570290.html#q=Emily%20the%20strange&start=154&sz=60

Not quite my cup of tea, I always prefer the beating of the heart rather than having the heart removed from somebody. But I can see one of you guys being into this type of shirt. It has an anatomically correct heart, so what isn’t to love?

2nd set of designs: more abstract, don’t have anatomically correct hearts but have allusions to hearts ❣️

Design 4: Heartbroken (2 versions)

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-broken-hearted-t-shirt/16554500.html#q=broken%2Bhearted&start=10

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-crying-over-love-girls-t-shirt/16558610.html#q=Emily%20the%20strange&start=177&sz=60

Yeah, this one is a teensy bit sad. I feel bad for the poor baby!!! But I know some girls like the aesthetic of a broken heart, so here is an example of that. I still think it’s an adorable design.

Design 5: Love bites

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-love-bites-t-shirt/16555858.html#q=love%2Bbites%2Bshirt&start=11

I always liked a bit of a vampire aesthetic on a heart. Not quite what this is, but the fangs make me think that. A little bit cute, a little bit creepy, hella interesting!

Design 6: Candy heart

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-love-me-not-candy-t-shirt/16556497.html#q=Emily%20the%20strange&start=252&sz=60

Probably the least related to cardiophilia, but cute nonetheless. Perhaps I’m just biased because I’m the only weirdo who enjoys eating candy hearts on Valentine’s day lol. Either way, cute shirt nonetheless.

This last one doesn’t have any cardiophilia undertones, I just found it adorable:

Design 7: Strange love

https://www.hottopic.com/product/emily-the-strange-strange-love-girls-t-shirt/16559149.html#q=Emily%20the%20strange&start=104&sz=60

I always love strange romance. Not necessarily forbidden romance, but romance where you don’t expect them to be together. Like the nerd and the jock, or the quiet kid and the delinquent. Or this dead cat and their little crush! Again, no cardiophilia undertones, I just wanted to share it because I LOVE it!

I was gonna post this this weekend, but Hot Topic is having a 35% off sale today and I do NOT want you guys to miss out if you’re interested! 💓💓💓

[pattokarts]

Day 11: Gold || Frogs in Love

»Heart of Gold« 💛✨ I have had this idea in my head for probably over a year now and finally got to put it to paper.

[randomfandomimagine]

Hello! Congratulations on reaching 9k followers! And thank you so much for having a Drabble request event, that makes me really excited. :) May I please request Thor Odinson from the MCU bed sharing (2) height difference (22) and an accidental confession (24) which is romantic? Thank you so much, and make sure not to push yourself too hard ok?

Character: Thor Odison

Fandom: Marvel

Prompts: Bed sharing, height difference, accidental confession

Relationship: Romantic

Words: 411

REQUESTS FOR DRABBLE PROMPTS ARE NOW CLOSED

You smiled at each other, trying to push the awkwardness aside as you lied down facing each other. Thor was a lot bigger than you, so it was easy for you to curl into him and get comfortable. Face to face as you were, you peered up at him to find with a fond smile plastered on his lips and a similar look in his piercing blue eyes.

“Funny that Tony decided to make reforms on our rooms, right? And now we’re stuck together” You muttered, somehow feeling like it was just an excuse to force you alone with Thor. After all, it wasn’t the first time the Avengers suggested that you and him would make a cute couple.

“I’m glad we’re stuck together” Was Thor’s response, his deep voice inundating the silence of the room.

“Really?” You fondly smiled, knowing he was usually very blunt and honest.

“Yes, I’ve never felt so close to someone as I do with you” Thor sweetly smiled at you. “You’re special, Y/N, and I’ve met a lot of people on my time here”

“Thank you...” You blushed, averting your gaze and suddenly feeling very flustered by that forced closeness.

The bed was too small for him, not to mention for the two of you. Indeed, you nearly fell off the edge when you tried to put some distance between you and Thor. Acting fast, he wrapped an arm around you and gently moved you closer to him again.

“I mean it, you are amazing” He insisted, touching your chin to force your gaze on him. “No wonder I like you so much”

“You... like me?!” You exclaimed, abruptly breaking the calm quietness.

“Uh... I...” Thor stuttered, being coy for the first time since you knew him. In the end, though, he grinned. “Yes, I do. It’s no secret, I’m sure Stark has told you plenty of times”

“He has” You chuckled, curling into him again, internally amused by how small you looked next to him.

Thor waited, expecting a rejection or a confession of your own. Being too flustered to openly say it back, you only took his big hand in yours. Accepting this compromise, Thor sweetly pushed your further into his chest.

No more words were uttered, nor needed. You lied down there together, feeling warm and comfortable. It might have been because of his god status, or simply because of your shared feelings, but lying down there with him felt incredibly special.

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[cardiophileanonymous]

Can we please have a villain who like kills people and commits atrocities, but still has a moral code? I just want a villain who has done a lot of villainy, but then sees someone beating someone else up for being gay/trans/black etc., and so they begin beating the shit out of the homophobe or transphobe or racist. Someone sees this and then goes “don’t you hate humanity?” And then the villain says something like “yeah, but I don’t discriminate for God’s sakes! I hate everyone equally! I just want to give this guy what he deserves rn.” I think that villain could do anything at that point and I would still have so much respect for them tbh. That would add so much humanity to any antagonist or evil character hands down. Anyone can use this as like a prompt if they want, I think it’d be amazing.

[space-helen]

Heartbeat

Words: 2586

Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader

A/N: I hope this is ok!! I really enjoyed writing this :)

Request:  Do you think you could do a Mulder x Reader where the reader has diagnosed anxiety, and the only thing that helps her in panic attacks is listening to recordings of calming heartbeats to the point where she’s almost in love with the sound? And one of the creature’s abilities is to distract people by making hallucinations of their biggest weaknesses, and so in the middle of conflict it makes her listen to Mulder’s heartbeat, making her flustered, and she has to abruptly admit her feelings towards him and her fascination with hearts afterwards or while everything is happening? Bonus points if he or Scully find out she has a bunch of heartbeat ASMR in her search history, and they bring it up in conversation before the actual conflict, making her flustered before anything actually happens. (I also want to clarify, I’m not requesting an NSFW fic since I don’t know how you feel about it, I want it to be purely cutesy and romantic.) - Anon

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The sounds of heartbeats played through the headphones as you relaxed backwards in your chair. You closed your eyes and focussed on the soothing pattern. Even if there was no regular pattern to the heartbeats you’d find them.

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Today is the only day you can reblog this

[randomfandomimagine]

Hola Trish!!!!!! Cómo estás!!!???? ✨✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

CONGRATS FOR YOUR 9K!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Can I request a drabble prompt with Peter Quill (MCU)? ✨❤️ With the tropes 4 (emotional hurt/comfort), 15 (enemies to lovers) and 26 (catching them singing) and with a romantic relationship ❤️🤗

I don't know if it's ok, but you can tell me and I'll send it again 🙈❤️✨

Gracias hermosa ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Carolina, muchas gracias, mi amor!! Thank you for sending something in as well, I hope you like it!! :)

Character: Peter Quill

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy / Marvel

Prompts: Emotional hurt / comfort, enemies to lovers, catching them singing

Relationship: Romantic

Words: 605

You stepped up to the front of the ship to see better. Quill, refusing to let you be so close to his spot, pushed you out of the way.

“That’s enough, Y/N” He scolded you, barely even looking at you. “Get back with the others”

“I just wanted to see where we’re going now that we’re back in the-”

“Whatever” Quill waved his hand, urging you to leave.

“You’re insufferable!” You told him, facing your back to him. Feeling his glare on your nape, you paused and looked over your shoulder. “Captain...”

“I don’t like that tone” He told you, plopping down on the pilot’s seat.

“I don’t like that tone” You mockingly repeated, earning amused laughs by the others.

“Just because you appeared out of nowhere and think you’re so interesting with your mysterious past doesn’t mean I should-” 

“You know nothing about me!” You shouted, angrily turning to him. A painful pang had settled in your heart at the mention of your past. “So you shouldn’t speak about what you know nothing of, Quill!!”

The silence abruptly settled. Although they were laughing a second ago, the others watched the scene in baffled shock. Tears gathered on your eyes, but you refused to shed them in front of them. Especially not in front of him.

Quill gawked at you, his hand frozen on the ship controls. He parted his lips, about to say something, but you hurriedly walked away before he could say any more hurtful things. You hid yourself in a corner of the ship, crying your eyes out as memories you had been trying to escape assaulted your mind.

You focused on the song that you always shielded yourself in, clinging to the comfort that it provided you with despite the pain.

'Cause baby, there ain't no mountain high enough Ain't no valley low enough, Ain't no river wide enough To keep me from getting to you, baby

“Remember the day I set you free...” You were lowly singing, torn appart by grief, but another singing voice interrupted you.

“I told you, you could always count on me, darling” The voice beautifully completed, and you looked up to see Quill standing there watching you. “I love that song...”

“What, now you own songs too?” You turned you head away from him, trying to regain your dignity by wiping your tears. “Am I allowed to like it?”

“Look” Quill heaved a sigh, and you carefully watched him with the corner of your eye. There was an apologetic expression in his face. “You’re right, I know nothing about your or your past”

You didn’t speak, refusing to open up to him nor explain your outburst, how he had touched a sore spot. Respecting this, Quill piped up again.

“I’m sorry, I was a jerk...” With the corner of your eye you saw he had reached out to you with both his hands. “Maybe I can make it up to you”

You reluctantly looked up to his hands. At first you had thought he was offering to take your hand and pull you up, but in them instead you saw two items. On one of his hands was an old casette tape player, and on the other were some old headphones.

When you slowly took them, a bit confused, he sat next to you. He lent you his most precious possession, starting to explain why it was so important to him and why he could understand that you were so attached to music too.

At some point during his explanation, looking for each other’s comfort, your hands and his had met in a gentle caress.

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[cardiophileanonymous]

Tag Game

Tagged by @space-helen, thanks, hehe!

Nicknames: Um... I haven’t thought about that honestly. I guess you guys can call me... Elektra. It’s something I just came up with looking up names that mean “lightning.” I’m definitely not going by my real name on this blog lol so I may change my nickname as a work in progress.

Zodiac: Aries

Height: Just under 5 feet

Last movie I watched: Thor Ragnarok for the billionth time

Last thing I googled: “Loki fanart”

Fave musician: Probably Nathan Sharp tbh

Song stuck in my head: Every breath is like a heartbeat by Late Night Alumni

Other blogs: Nope

Blogs following: 6 (sorry, I’m not on tumblr a ton)

Amount of sleep: 8 hours regularly

Lucky number: 11. Definitely 11.

What I’m wearing: An extra large pajama shirt that’s so long it almost fits me like a dress and a pair of shorts

Dream job: something in the legal field, like an attorney

Dream trip: Honestly, I’m not much of a traveling person, so I don’t really have one

Languages: English, I learned Spanish in school but honestly forgot lol

Favorite food: Does coffee count?

Do I play an instrument: I wish.

Favorite song: I am a pirate, you are a princess, the version by Texas

Random fact: The last game I played was Purrfect Apawcalypse: Love at Furst Bite

Idk if you’re okay with it, or if you’ll see this with all the followers you have, but can I please tag @randomfandomimagine? 

[cardiophileanonymous]

Not gonna lie, I’ve probably written at least half a dozen “coming out scenes” for being a cardiophile just so I can mentally prepare myself for the day someone inevitably finds out I’m one because I get lazy about hiding it lol. Whether it be they find my stethoscope in the open, or I just have this account on my computer and don’t close the tab in time.

PS, I didn’t finish posting my X-Files fic yet, the hell??? School took over my life like a month ago, I guess I just didn’t realize I didn’t post it. Tumblr just became a few minutes between or after classes reblog sorta thing. Imma have to re read it and do edits to post the other two chapters VERY soon.