#(its so badly made!! they didn't even try to make it look real!)

[rat-rosemary]

No one's falling for edited screenshots. Everyone believes it because of Karl's mods. They tweeted out hearts and liked replies and not a single one has denied them, even the mods who are literally in the screenies.

If it's fake then Karl's entire mod team would have to be in on it.

I'll be honest, that doesn't make it seem less fake. That seems like the mods are fucking around and laughing because the thread is literally so absurd

And considering they're Karl "i will kill you entire family hehe" Jacobs mods Im not that surprised thats whag they're doing

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Safe and Sound - Jacaerys Velaryon

A/N: Hi, hi! The hotd brain rot is REAL. All I can think about is this beautiful prince above. I'm working on a longer story for him, but in the meantime, enjoy is blurb. This was jointly inspired by a genuine bad dream I had (the brain rot!!), and the Taylor Swift song that was playing when I was writing this at work. Hope you enjoy!

TS Prompt #7: Safe and Sound

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader Word Count: 1.3k Synopsis: Jace comforts the reader after they wake up from a terrible nightmare.

Warning: This does not follow the canon, but I do base the nightmare off of real events that have yet to happen in the show. Do not read if you don't want spoilers.

Sweat drenches your brow. Swords clash, arrows whistle through the air, and dragon fire paints the sky orange.

Your heart thuds as you spin around amid the chaos, searching for a green dragon or for a head of dark, curly hair. For any trace of Jace.

An ear-splitting scream rattles the sky, and before you can make sense of what you are seeing, Vermax's body crashes into the water, sending up a raucous wave.

Panic flows through your body. Searching, searching, searching. You need to see any sign that he made it, that he is alive. The water is riotous, making it impossible to figure out where he landed.

You nearly fall to your knees in relief when you see him crawl up onto floating wreckage, injured badly, but still breathing. You know you need to get to him, need to do whatever it takes to get him out of enemy-infested water.

As you move towards the coast, you have no plan in mind. Out of the corner of your eye, you see an approaching ship, making its way towards Jace. You run, wanting to scream his name, but also not wanting to give away his location.

You reach the shoreline and the water laps at your feet. Jace spots you the moment the approaching ship spots him.

You know he won't be able to get to the shore in time. You wade into the water, watching as he struggles to swim towards you. He's too far away, too weak, and you're not strong enough to pull him back.

The sound of a crossbow trigger pierces through the crash of waves. Jace's eyes widen - looking into yours - as the arrow speeds towards his chest.

"Jace!" you scream.

You tear out of your dream in a cold sweat, waking to your dark bedroom.

Jace wakes when you scream, crying out his name. His eyes adjust too slowly to the darkness, so he grabs for you blindly. He needs to know you're alright, needs to feel your warmth, your pulse. It thunders beneath his thumb as his hand wraps around your wrist.

His eyes finally adjust and he sees you sitting up in bed, your night gown wet with sweat.

"What is it?" he asks, sitting up next to you. "What happened?" He does a quick scan of the room, confirming his first guess. The room is unchanged from the evening before. There is no danger within its walls, just within your head.

You've had another nightmare.

He brushes the hair off your forehead as you put a hand to your pounding heart, clearly coming to the same realization. Jace leans closer and kisses your shoulder gently.

"It was just a dream," he says lowly, his lips still pressed to your skin. You take deep breaths as you try to relax. You have yet to look at him.

"Y/N," he says, "It was just a dream." He tugs on your arm and finally, you look at him. Even in the dark room, he can tell your skin has paled.

"It didn't feel like just a dream," you say. He frowns and rubs soft circles on your back.

This has become your miserable routine. You wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, and he sits next to you, feeling useless to change anything.

"Tell me about it," he says quietly.

"It's the same dream I always have," you say, looking at him sadly, trembling. He pulls you into his arms, holding your shaking hands in his. His gaze focuses on the Valyrian steel ring he put on your finger a year ago. The promises he made to you that day flash in his mind.

"The Battle of the Gullet," he says in response.

"Yes."

"I regret ever telling you about that day," he says with a shake of his head. The movement jostles his hair, and you tuck it behind his ear gently, your hand linger on his face. "I'm fine, Y/N."

"I watched you die."

"What do you see now?" he asks, taking the hand cupping his cheek, pressing a loving kiss to the palm. He moves it down to his bare chest, to the beating heart beneath his warm skin. "I am alive and well."

You continue to frown at him, but your hand presses to his chest. You take a few more deep breaths.

"I'm sorry," you say, tears forming in your eyes as you look up at him. He shakes his head, his heart hurting that you would ever think that your pain was an inconvenience to him.

"Hey," he says, pulling you into his chest, your tears falling onto his skin. "You don't ever have to be sorry."

"I know that we are safe now. That war is over. But I am still so scared," you say, and on the last word your voice breaks. Jace holds you tighter.

"I know. I am, too, sometimes."

"Really?"

"Really," he says, "You think I don't have nightmares about that day? Or any from the past year."

"You don't ever tell me about them," you say, pulling away to look him in the eye.

"That's because I don't want to worry you," he says, smiling shyly, playing with your hands. "There are memories I have that I wouldn't dream of sharing with you, that I don't want you to carry."

"That doesn't seem fair," you say, "You get to worry about me but I don't get to worry about you?"

"It's hard," he says, his eyes still focused on your hands. "Sometimes I still see the dying dragons. Still remember when I'd look outside and see everything on fire. Still see the war raging."

"But you don't seem like any of it haunts you," you say, leaning in so he'll look at you. He gives you a soft smile, his thumb tracing circles on your hand.

"Guess I've gotten good at hiding it."

"Tell me how," you say quietly. He hates that he can hear the longing in your voice. He notices the dark circles under your eyes. How many nights in a row have you woken from your sleep like this?

"I just try to remember everything good that I still have. Vermax is alive. My mother is alive. You are alive," he says. "Safe and sound."

"Safe and sound," you say disbelievingly.

"You are, I swear it. I won't let anything happen to you," he says. "Ever again."

"I know," you say, touching his cheek softly. "I love you."

"I love you," he says. He draws you in close and kisses your lips slowly, his movements languid, like he's got all the time in the world. He hopes you feel it. Hopes you realize that this is what the rest of your existence together looks like. No wars, no death, just the pair of you in this room, reminding each other what you fought for.

"Let's get some sleep," he says as he lays the two of you down. He adjusts the sheets around you, keeping you close to his body. You run a hand over his chest, humming softly.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to," you say.

"Just close your eyes," he says, kissing your forehead, feeling the pull of sleep wash over him. "You're alright, Y/N. No one can hurt you or I now."

"Promise?" you ask.

"I do."

"You'll never leave me here alone," you say. It's not a question.

"I'll never let you go," he says, tucking you in tighter. "You and I are safe and sound."

"Safe and sound," you mumble. Jace waits a few moments for your breathing to fall into a slow rhythm. When he knows you're asleep he lets himself close his eyes. He vows to himself that he'll do whatever it takes to make sure you never feel so scared again. He vows that you'll never feel ashamed to talk to him when you do. And he vows to have more moments like this, with you asleep on his chest, his hand in your hair, and less like the one he jerked out of sleep to.

[tan1shere]

Heyy I was wondering if you could do a fic with Ellie x reader when r is on her period. Ellie doesn’t know, but she’s really hormonal, moody, and lashes out at Ellie. Eventually Ellie connects the dots and is really sweet and understanding and R just breaks down in tears saying stuff like she’s a terrible gf etc. R is also in a lot of pain with cramps and just wants to sleep and Ellie is there for her there too. I love your writing!!

You're ok

Ellie Williams x female reader!

A/n: hiii thank you 😊 I'm so glad you enjoy it, this one's just for you nonnie <3 hope you like it !!

Warnings: none really, fluffyness ! Moody reader ? -

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Birds were chirping, the sun starting to shine in. You smiled to yourself, this was going to be a good day! Until your legs hit the floor. A wave of blood washes over your uterus. Fuck. No no- was all you could think. You groan, it was always so irregular. It was supposed to come next week. You flop back on the bed, dreading this day already. Curling back up into the sheets. Why today, you planned to do stuff, be productive. It frustrated you how your period could be. Just be normal for God sake.

"Morning baby, I made you some breakfast." You hear your girlfriends voice. You groan in pain, your cramps starting to kick in like crazy, as usual. "Not hungry." Her brows furrow. "Bu-" "I said I'm not hungry." You spit. Her brows furrow more, deciding to leave you alone at your sudden outburst. All you wanted to do was sleep and hope the day speeds up faster.

It infact didn't. The common headache starts, the cramps become more and more. You decided to get up to get some water, moody and annoyed. "You done with whatever this morning was?" "Shut up." You grumble. Exhausted, hair a mess. Her head tilts looking at you in thought. "What it up with you today." You don't reply just wanting to lay in your bed again. She hated seeing you this way. "Hello?" You then go back up the stairs to lay down.

She opens the door a few hours later grabbing a book from the bedside. Noticing you were asleep. She was trying to rack her brain what was bothering you so much, then it clicked. "Period." She whispered. Then her demeanor softens. She felt awful for not noticing. Ellie was smart she pieced it together, she got them too she knows. But she also understood how badly you got yours, especially after you missed last months.

Another hour passes and you're awake again, staring at the ceiling. Your body ached, but your mood certainly changed. You hated how your body made you treat people, your mind all over the place. You look at the clock to check the time. It was way later in the evening. You decided to get up and go see your girlfriend just wanting some comfort after today. But most importantly to apologize, for no real reason as Ellie would say. She was so understanding, always saying that there was no need to apologize. You walk down seeing her watching TV on the couch. "Ells?" You softly say.

Her head turns to look at you. "I'm sorry Ellie, I'm so sorry." - "Hey hey its fine. You're ok." She lifts the blanket. "Come here." And you do, getting under it with her. "Why didn't you tell me when you saw I didn't know yet?" You shrug lightly. "I dunno baby, I'm sorry I've been so awful and evil today." This makes her laugh. "My wicked little moody monster." Your eyes roll with a huge smile. "Youre so silly." Her hand comes in contact with your hair. "How bad have they been?" You sigh and that's enough for her to know that they were bad. "Everything aches." A sad look is present on her features. "I'm sorry angel.

Your body moves closer into her touch loving the warm feeling she gave you. Why couldn't you of just done this, this morning. Instead of lashing out. "Look at me baby." She then says pulling you out if your thoughts. "It's not your fault. It's ok, I understand now, please don't worry about this morning." She saw through you and your mind. You nodded. "We're only human bub." Her soft way made you snuggle into her more. She was truly the best.

"Will you let me take care of you now?" You nod gently. And this makes her smile stick. She loved taking care of you, it filled her with so much joy to be there for the person she loved. "Thank you for being so patient with me." You tell her. She gives you a kiss on the forehead. "I will forever be patient with you, I love you."

"I love you too."

For the rest of that night that's what she did, she made sure you ate. Had something warm on your stomach for the pesky cramps. Ran you a soothing warm bath, for the whole of your aching body. And the cuddliest cuddles to end of a horrible day.

[glitterquadricorn]

Another Leclerc - social media

+ summary: When rumors go around about another Leclerc joining the f1 grid, people automatically assume its Arthur, completely forgetting about y/n leclerc. She'll do anything for a formula one seat. Even if it meant going behind a certain driver's back. +pairing: none. + warning(s): sexism, google translate (I don't speak Italian nor French but if I have something wrong, let me know), like one curse word.

face claim: Lindsay brewer

+ author's note: for a while now I've been wanting to get back into writing, but writing fics stress me out, so I figured making social media/instgram posts will be a lot easier to put together. I've also decided to change how I do social media posts and I'm trying to figure things out, so in the meantime, bear with me.

itsy/nleclerc

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itsy/nleclerc: *insert Sebastian Vettel quote here*

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charles_leclerc: isn't that my jacket? ⤷itsynleclerc: If I said no would you believe me? ⤷charles_leclerc: give me back my jacket or I'll tell mom ⤷itsy/nleclerc: go ahead and tell mom, you snitch

user1: Charles and y/n is exactly how my sister, and I are whenever she burrows my clothes.

patriciooward: when are you going to let me drive your Ferrari?⤷itsy/nleclerc: never. ⤷josefnewgarden: she won't even let me drive it and I'm her teammate! ⤷12willpower: she's let me drive it ⤷patriciooward: Y/N! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!! ⤷itsy/nleclerc: other than my beloved Ferrari, I only love my bed and my mom I'm sorry!

user2: this made me feel ✨poor✨

scuderiaferrari: you have great taste, miss leclerc ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thank you! :)

user3: you look real good in red liked by itsy/nleclerc

user4: I so badly want her to race for Ferrari with Charles! liked by itsy/nleclerc

arthur_leclerc: is there something you want to share with the class?⤷itsy/nleclerc: nope 🤐

user5: y/n clearly knows something we don't ⤷user6: you don't think she's the leclerc deuxmoi is talking about, right? ⤷user5: I hope not because Arthur honestly deserves that f1 seat more than her.

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scuderiaferrari: two-time indy 500 winner & one-time indycar champion and the first woman to be in formula one since Lella Lombardi, y/n leclerc joins Ferrari in 2026!

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itsy/nleclerc: this has always been a childhood dream of mine to race for Ferrari! grazie per questa sorprendente opportunità! (thank you for this amazing opportunity) liked by scuderiaferarri

carlossainz55: you can't be serious

charles_leclerc: papa and jules would be proud ⤷itsy/n_leclerc: I know 😭😭

pierregasly: Congrats little leclerc! ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thank you, mon frère (my brother)

josefnewgarden: I'll miss having you around ⤷itsy/nleclerc: you and misses are always welcome to come to Monaco ⤷josefnewgarden: we might just take you up on that offer

lewishamilton: hopefully this is a step in the right direction in making the paddock more inclusive and welcoming for everyone! liked by itsy/nleclerc

user1: y/n doesn't belong in formula one. ⤷user2: and the fact that she's replacing someone that didn't need to be replaced is astounding! ⤷user3: the pressure will be too much for her and she'll fail like past women who've tried to make it in f1 ⤷user4: I predict she won't make it to summer break before she quits ⤷user5: why is it so hard for you to comprehend a woman being in formula one? I mean, if you hate women, just say so.

user6: my daughter has expressed interest in karting because of y/n

12willpower: I wish you nothing but the best, kid. ⤷itsy/nleclerc: thanks, old man! 😘

user7: y/n signing to Ferrari is great and all, but I'm over here asking myself what tf is in the water in monaco because it should be illegal to be this good looking! ⤷user8: you're out here asking the real questions ⤷user9: all I'm saying is God bless mama Leclerc

Chili man🌶️ How could do this to me? I thought we were friends.

Mini Leclerc What do you mean?

Chili man🌶️ Don't play dumb, y/n. You know exactly what you did.

Mini Leclerc Yes, I did sign with Ferrari. Yes, I did take your seat. You didn't sign an extension and they reached out to me. I saw an opportunity and I took it.

Chili man🌶️ I was getting ready to talk to Fred about an extension.

Mini Leclerc Early bird gets the worm?

Chili Man🌶️ You're a real bitch, you know that?

Mini Leclerc You think that's the first time a man, much less anyone has called me that? You know as much as I do that Formula one is a competitive sport and in order to get a seat, you may have to do some unspeakable things. Let me ask you a question, though. If the roles were reversed and you were me, would you have done the same thing?

*read*

Mini Leclerc you leaving me on read lets me know you would've. But I'll never apologize for my actions, Carlos. If you have any interest in IndyCar, I can give you some resources to help you out. Good luck in any of your future endeavors, Carlos.

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thank you to @lorarri and @majaverse for helping me out. they didn't have to do that, but they did, so this is dedicated to them! :)

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if your name is crossed out, I couldn't tag you.

I'm going clean out my tagging list again, so if you want to stay on it, let me know.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Spooky season needs spooky stuff.. >:3

So can I request the digital circus cast (minus Caine)meeting a Child Spirit Y/n headcanons,who like Kinda possesed/went inside the game to find they’re killer for some reason? They are eerily quiet and like to stare but if talked to very sweet but quick to snap in distrust because..well trust is what got them killed in the first place? They’re a bit bloody..and a eyeball sometimes hangs out?? Like vhs horror stuff

Sorry I’m being so descriptive,I hope you are a nice day!

OOOoo yes time for more spooks!

Also I am having a nice night, thanks! (and I hope you are having a nice day/night too!)

......

Pomni

To make a long story short, you got murdered while wearing the headset, and that tethered your spirit to TADC.

As expected, you lost memories of who you were--except for the knowledge that someone killed you because you trusted them too much, and you believed the answers were inside this very game.

Your character ends up looking like a child's ghost costume: a white bedsheet stained in blood and one of your eyeballs occasionally wanting to pop from its socket.

Caine (who was very much bewildered at your arrival) declares that you're part of an "exclusive Halloween update" and changes up the tent and grounds to have more spooky flair.

But Pomni clearly wants no part of it, and she can tell you don't either.

You're clearly a kid who is (somehow) handling the situation of being stuck in this game better than her, yet when she tries asking you about it....all you do is stare back.

She swears she can hear static noises and whispers she can't decipher--all in all getting a...very creepy vibe from you.

Initially she decides to keep her distance, afraid you were secretly some virus or Abstraction underneath that sheet.

But that changes when you're walking by the rooms one night, and you pass by Pomni's door, hearing her quietly crying.

Although you weren't inclined to get close to anybody here, you were concerned. And since you weren't actually coded into the game, you didn't have to follow any of its rules--and that allowed you to enter her room without a key.

At first you scared the shit out of her, but after realizing it's you, she lets you sit beside her, eventually venting about how badly she missed her real home.

"Everyone keeps telling me "oh this place is so much better" or "get used to it"...but what if I don't wanna do that? I don't care if my old life was bad...I-I can't take anymore of this.." Her sobs grow louder. "I wanna wake up in my own bed knowing my real name!!"

"...I miss home, too," is all you say in response. Yet it's more than enough to calm her down.

For once, you're not trying to brush her off or force her to "cheer up" and accept her reality. You made her feel heard.

"Yeah..me, too....sh-should I thank you for agreeing..?" She sniffles, seeing your subtle nod, before you leave her be, not wanting to get too attached.

Ironically, she was able to sleep a little easier after talking to you.

Jax

From the get-go, he's gonna be real nosy and curious.

Since not even Caine himself expected your arrival and found out that you don't follow the "rules" like everyone else...Jax is gonna try his damnedest to understand you and see what makes you tick.

But he's gonna be disappointed quickly since you don't respond much to him (or anybody in general).

"So...ya like Halloween?"

"........"

"....thought so. Good talk, new kid."

You definitely act like a legit ghost--doing nothing but stare, move things around, and pop up unexpectedly.

Eventually, his curiosity leads to him visiting your room (which has no key), and he discovers many drawings on the walls.

Most depicting a dead person wearing a headset.

What he found most disturbing was a journal that contained his and the others' names..

From what he's gathering...you're suspecting one of them of murdering your real world-self.

But he doesn't get much time to ponder this as you show up, angry at him for intruding.

You make yourself look even bloodier and scarier, with both of your eyeballs hanging from their sockets and staring at him.

"Get out."

Those two simple words put the fear of god in him.

Jax runs out faster than a jackrabbit, colliding with Gangle in the process. Her comedy mask falls off again, but he catches it and looks at her.

"J-Jax..?" She realizes his fur is standing up on all ends, and he looks terrified....even more than he did after realizing the circus was his forever home.

But he just shoves the mask back into her hands and leaves without saying a word.

He never speaks of what he found in your room that day.

Kinger

He thought his eyes were weird...until you came along and periodically had to put your own eyeball back into its socket.

"It's good to know I'm not alone!" He nervously chuckles, only to be met with your eerie silence.

Sometime later, he suggests showing you his insect collection, and it does pique your interest.

You did love all things "creepy" and "crawly".

Yet you're adamant about going to his pillow fortress after he invites you.

It reminds you of the ones you used to build all the time, up until...

Fortunately, Kinger recognizes your reluctance and just brings one of his bug boxes to you so you can look at it.

He could infodump about the various critters for hours, with nothing but nods and quiet "mhms" from you, and he's happy.

In general, he doesn't mind your quiet personality.

Although you still sometimes jumpscare him unintentionally like Gangle often does.

Tbh he's a good father figure and recognizes that you're just a kid who got trapped in this game unfairly.

Even so, you try to keep your distance and looks at him suspiciously if he starts acting too nice.

He was quiet aloof, and you weren't sure how he would act on any given day.

Gangle

After accidentally spooking her (by simply existing in the same room as her), she breaks her comedy mask off.

But immediately she feels guilty for screaming and tries scrambling to fix it, hoping you weren't mad at her.

Yet all you do is stare, not looking angry or anything at all (it's hard for any of the performers to see your expression in general, aside from your hanging eye, but still).

Poor Gangle is just afraid you'd turn into a scarier version of yourself.

When she keeps cutting her ribbon fingers(?) on the ceramic pieces, you come over and clean it up for her, taking it away despite your own hands bleeding.

The implications that you were able to shed blood and nobody else were a little disturbing to her..but she's glad you're not offended by her screaming.

Although she wonders where you're going with her mask..

Later on, you knock on her door and present it fully fixed.

Except...it looks more Halloweenish with an evil smile painted on it, messily glued together.

'Oh god I hope this doesn't turn me evil or anything..' She thinks, putting on a smile as she takes it anyways.

Yet you remain where you are, staring and clearly waiting for her to try it on.

And so she does, and it turns her into a very chaotic Halloween lover, acting even more mischievous than Jax and allowing her to finally get her revenge for all his pranks.

In the end, you gain a decent friendship with her, subtly protecting her from Jax's bullying.

Ragatha

Seeing that you're so distant from the rest of the gang has her worried.

Some of them might consider your loose eyeball creepy, but she's not gonna judge you on that (besides, she's missing an eye altogether so she can't say much anyways).

Howeve,r she's the first to find out how strong your distrust of everyone is.

"[Y/n]? I don't think it's good to be isolating yourself like this. I know you hate being here and Caine's a weirdo..but...we're all in this together. You can trust us-"

"Don't." You warn, putting on a frightening display of anger that sends her tumbling to the ground, sending chills up her spine.

"Trust" became something you didn't take lightly, as the last time you put your trust in someone....you ended up dead, turning into a literal ghost in the machine (that was your gaming system).

Despite this, Ragatha doesn't run away.

Like Pomni, she understands that you're just a kid who's confused and lost.....and clearly had serious trust issues.

But she's determined to help you through that, even if you keep scaring everybody away.

She's got motherly instincts, and she hopes that in due time you'll learn to warm up to her.

Zooble

"A bedsheet worn as a costume? That's a classic."

She's seen weirder things during their time in the circus, so you don't faze her too much.

Only when you snap at Ragatha or somebody who was trying to be nice to you does she raise an eyebrow.

Honestly, they 100% understand that you just wanted to be alone sometimes, and she respects that.

It's suffocating trying to act all cheery and go along with every damn activity Caine tries to get everyone involved in (but lucky for you, he can't make you follow along).

Especially since she believes he made up that stupid "Halloween update" as lazy way to explain your sudden arrival.

The only time you do interact with Zooble is after she yanks Jax by his ears, and they hear this eerie-sounding giggle behind them.

When she turns around, you're just standing there motionless, staring at her.

Somehow, they just know you were smiling underneath that costume, which makes her smile, too.

"Maybe I should pull him out a hat next time, huh?" She jokes after letting him go, and you giggle once more as he hits the ground.

[eddiegettingshot]

now im curious, as someone who ships them what are things you think they'd need to overcome?

so i don't have anything that i think for sure they'll have to deal with because i simply do not know what is happening. but i can think of some potential stories + facets of Them that could be the underlying cause of strife in their dynamic. this is so long sorry in advance

classic workplace relationship stuff. like ok they practically have to do secret relationship hijinks which is Funny. however maybe they're keeping it a secret to avoid one of them having to transfer (as much as i love fujo bobby). alternatively maybe fujo bobby lets them stay together but after they get together their easy acceptance of the risks they take doesn't feel so easy anymore. i actually think it would be CRAZYYYY good if they turned the classic assumption on its head and it's BUCK who's anxious about things happening to eddie (given their history and the way buck has responded in the past this makes sense 2 me but whatever the specifics don't matter). omg maybe one of them passes on some kind of promotion or opportunity without talking about it because whatever bathena is made of buddie is the same idk. maybe their relationship just gets in the way of them doing their job somehow in ways i cannot currently envision.

obviouslyyyyy chris is something they'll have to think about. and parenting in general. theoretically chris could respond badly to them dating but that would be lame. i'm way more interested in seeing them try to navigate defining buck's role in chris's life and having inevitable problems rise out of that despite all three of them feeling positively about the change. buck has been a father figure for most of chris's life but he does not actually parent him. chris's abandonment issues are tied pretty specifically to shannon leaving him and his dad ... how do buck and eddie get through buck and CHRIS having actual issues for the first time possibly ever??? is buck even confident about taking on the actual parent role? is eddie actually ready for his family dynamic (which has been him and chris against the world for like, a decade) to change in a formal way? it's easy when they're best friends but that's because eddie doesn't see them as a real family unit, which comes with certain obligations and expectations. he's not thinking about those right now but he tends to struggle a lot and over-correct when he does have to take them into account and i don't think buck would know what to do with that, especially given his. ummm. insecurities.

kind of in the same vein but like they will have to think about the future. at some point. i get the sense that neither of them have thought about what they want (ACTUALLY want) their lives to look like in a concrete way beyond just "i am happy and loved and not dead and chris is happy" for a myriad of reasons. kind of in the same vein as above—do they want more kids? me personally i am enamored by the idea that. well eddie loves being a father. buck loves children but he has never thought of himself as a father or gotten close to being one. i would LOVEEEE to see him grapple with anxiety over this now that he's with someone he might actually have kids with. marriage? eddie has a lot of hangups around his being a bad husband. this is actually the thing he was worried about when shannon told him she was pregnant—he didn't know if he could be a good husband. is that something he's dealt with? buck knows eddie's baggage around this is complicated and he's also very aware of his own impulsive history. this show is basically fanfiction so i can see them wondering in turn if their relationship is going at the Correct Pace and hitting the Correct Milestones but not like. talking about it. careers? with the caveat that this is tv so they play fast and loose with policy. if they want to keep working together they may need to forego promotion. alternatively what if one of them gets a job offer elsewhere (that they obviously won't take because neither of them will ever leave LA) ... are they willing to make that move? etc. etc.

their families may have opinions. about their relationship. which hasn't been an issue thus far for either of them but well they are soulmates so the evil buckleys and evil diazes have the potential to cause problems in some way. (pretty much all the other couples have had in-law issues or non-issues at some point soooooo).

in general, both buck and eddie let their own wants take the backseat and are not particularly forthcoming communicators (although they're better about it with each other than they are in their actual relationships and i imagine they will continue to be way better about it). buck tends to be a passive people-pleasing partner, and eddie is far more decisive and willing to steer a relationship—it's just that he doesn't tend to operate off of his actual desires, just his fabricated internal compass. i think it would be interesting if they bumped up against each other in this way somehow because being together has caused a blind spot to develop where they used to be able to read and evaluate each other with a lot of clarity BUT because it's Them and they know each other they can actually work through it... whatever it is... and GROW. i just think that given that these tendencies are pretty much what led to the failure of all their other relationships it would be good to address them and show. that they are not only soulmates but working to build something that lasts.

[tragedybunny]

Sunlight and Stars in the Sky part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader

First part - here

Weary and embarrassed you try to put distance between yourself and Astarion. But you slowly come to realize things are changing between the two of you.

Astarion is gone when you wake up, probably out hunting, and you breathe a sigh of relief. At least you won't be able to embarrass yourself further. Throwing yourself at him, being refused by him of all people, forcing him to let you into his tent to calm down, and that nonsense you'd spouted, gods he must've been so annoyed with you. 

All he wanted from you was a bit of fun, some enjoyable interludes during this journey you'd found yourselves on. You weren't so naive that you thought there was more to it. Yet he'd somehow found a little place in your heart. Which you had stupidly exposed to him last night with that stars in the sky drivel. If he kept his distance from now on, you'd know why. 

Head pounding from the wine, you fumble around for your boots. Slipping them on, you hurry back to your tent, and throw yourself under the covers, glad you didn't run into Astarion. The rest of the night is filled with fitful sleep, the drink making you nauseous and your memories driving you almost to tears. When the sun at last rises, the camp awakens muted and somber. Unable to face him, you wait until the scent of breakfast fills the air to finally leave your tent. 

Naturally he's somehow right there. "Good morning Darling," even he seems muted after everything, probably worried you'll be all over him again, "feeling better?"

"A little, sorry for the trouble last night," you murmur hastily, trying not to look at him before rushing off, unable to make yourself listen to his conciliatory response. 

Breakfast and breaking camp take far longer than they should and your solemn crew takes to the road that leads beyond the monastery to the shadow cursed lands much later than they should. As seems to be your fate though, not even a simple road is easy, and a group of undead bar the way. Body and mind aching, you fumble through the fight, spells missing their target, and reactions slowed. You don’t see the monster that’s crept up on you until it’s nearly too late to dodge its flailing attack. Suddenly the earth lurches and you’re facing the dirt. Panic constricts your chest, death is so close, even all you managed to overcome wasn't enough. Rolling, you try to get your feet under you, and find your assailant hovering over you. Your lungs inhale what is likely your final breath and you tense just a crossbow bolt sprouts from its forehead. It stumbles back and Karlach’s axe removes its head from its body. 

Most of the gory sight is blocked from your view as Astarion appears over you, crossbow back over his shoulder, pale hand outstretched and brow furrowed. “Are you alright my Dear?”

You wince and take his hand, twice as humiliated as before. Reaching a sitting position, you stop, your body unwilling to go further. Everything from the Nautiloid, to the Creche, to making a fool of yourself, bears down on you, and it’s all too much. One win at the Grove amongst a tide of wounding losses. Hands rub at your eyes to push away the tears. “Sweetheart,” Astarion is suddenly crouching next to you, brushing your hair out of your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head, pulling away from that touch that you want to be real affection so badly. 

“You look exhausted.” Before you can protest, he’s turning to the rest of the group. “We should stop for the night.”

“Tsk'va, we’ve barely made progress,” Lae’zel snaps, any good humor she's developed gone for the moment, “we still have worms in our head, did you forget that whilst basking in the sun.” 

His eyes narrow for a moment, and he looks like he’ll shout back, but he contains it. “We’ve all had a hard time, and we’re in rough shape. Let’s get some rest and start fresh in the morning.” 

They don’t need to be told he’s talking about you, collapsed in the dirt, and you can feel their eyes turn on you. “That sounds eminently reasonable," Gale chimes in and the rest assent.

"Let's go find a nice spot," Karlach says brightly, taking Wyll by the hand and leaving the main road. 

The others follow in their wake until just the two of you are left. Reluctantly, you start to get your feet under you, feeling as weary as he says you were, and silently start off towards them. The crunch of his boots tell you Astarion is just behind you, a small mercy as he can't see the state you're in. Your chest aches, you can't seem to banish the tears that keep threatening, and nothing feels like it has a point anymore. When you catch up with the others, they're already setting camp for the night, with Gale prepping dinner with as much cheer as he can muster and the others barely speaking at all. The whole of it seems like too much and you collapse on a log near the fire, Astarion joining you seconds later. 

Shifting closer, he looks like he's about to speak when the sounds of an argument draws your attention and he just sighs instead. "The Underdark is backtracking, a waste of time and dangerous." Lae’zel is shouting at Shadowheart. 

"Well it might deter the interference of your people," she returns.

"That is a point, this road is already dangerous," Halsin chimes in. 

"What do you think," Wyll has wandered over from setting up his tent and turned to you. For the second time today, your whole group is looking to you, only this time they're expecting that leadership you've shown them this whole journey. 

"I…" you just can't find it in you.

"Gods," Astarion growls, "can you all not make one simple decision without her? She's tired and you're putting this on her. It's bad enough you expect her help solving all your petty problems."

"But it's fine if it's your petty problems, right Astarion," Gale accuses, his face dark. You know his problem is far from petty. 

"Say that again," Astarion hisses and does something you've never seen him do to one of your companions, he snarls and bares his fangs. 

"Astarion," you scold, stirred from your stupor finally and he gives you a wounded look. "Let's just get some dinner in everyone. Then we can discuss the Underdark." They need you, it would hardly do to give up now. 

"Right, you heard the lady, give her some space until dinner is done," Karlach waves them off and gives you a wink. 

Part of you expects Astarion to be angry with you for the reproach but instead he gently takes your hands in his. "How about I get the tent set up, you can rest before dinner. Or you could stay there the whole night, you don't owe them an answer." 

The tent, your mind reels. It's his tent and he's never been fond of anyone infringing on his space. Is he still feeling sorry for you? You cringe, and pull your hands from his. "I can stay in my own tent."

"Oh," he seems to shrink in on himself. "I had been wondering since you were gone when I got back last night. Did I do something wrong? I admit I'm new to having someone close like that.” His voice is quiet and unsure, and nothing like what you’re used to. “Or maybe it's my temperature, I know I'm not exactly very warm," he offers and laughs somewhat awkwardly.

"I just don't want to…" For the first time today, you really look at him, and you don't see the same Astarion you've been traveling with. His eyes are wide and soft, his expression full of hope and longing and not scorn for the world around him. You find his hands where you left them, as though waiting for yours. Something has changed, something that makes your heart flutter and chases away the darkness of your thoughts. You were going to say pretend; pretend he wanted you there, pretend you didn't make an idiot out of yourself; but that doesn't feel right anymore. "Impose," you slide your hands back into his and small smile ghosts over his features. 

"Love, I told you last night, you're not imposing. Well you were very drunk," a small kiss on your cheek makes you flush, “perhaps you don’t remember.” 

“Some rest is probably a good idea,” you admit, giving in to the ethereal moment that seems to be burgeoning between the two of you. 

He squeezes your hands before letting them go. “I told you so,” his usual smirk is back in place but it’s softer than before. 

While he’s gone you try to temper yourself, this could be temporary, and you should focus on your very grim situation, your losses and setbacks are still real. But it all vanishes the moment he’s leading you back to the tent and settling you into a pile of pillows and blankets, some of them from your own supplies. Your things, mingled with his, the two of you, joined together. With your approval very visible from the smile you can't hide, he joins you, pulling you into his arms so your head rests against his chest. From around the fire you hear voices, friendly banter, spirits are lifting, hope is prevailing. You’re glad but still so tired, and it’s so nice here with Astarion, a little peace for just the two of you. “Thank you, I really needed this,” you murmur sleepily. 

“Think nothing of it, my Sunlight,” he kisses the top of your head. 

It brings back the other night, but there’s no awkwardness for you now, you spoke true, no matter what happens from now on, he’ll always be the light of all your nights, the beauty out of darkness. “My Starry Sky.” 

He gives a small hum of approval, “I am growing fond of that nickname,” and he holds you tighter. There’s a note of sadness you think in his voice, but you’re almost asleep, maybe you imagined it. 

[mochalate]

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msby!atsumu x reader || w/c: 560 Atsumu discovers that the only thing worse than online dating, is dating advice online. a/n: oh look at that, another atsumu fic!! this one is less stressful for me though. its pretty short, with a cute little plot that won't cause me planning paralysis. making edits for atsumu is always so fun <3 i hope you'll read it!!

[chapter 1->]

r/relationship_advice • 3 hours ago

u/fattytuna95

I want to ask out my twin brother's girlfriend.

It's not as bad as it sounds. She's not really his girlfriend.

I'll try to explain.

We're colleagues, sort of. (Me and her— I'd rather starve to death than work for my brother.)

Last month, someone took a picture of us leaving the office. I was only walking her to her car but the person who took the picture wanted to imply that we were dating.

And that wouldn't have been an easy rumour for her to handle, so I got my brother (identical twin) to post a picture with her on his socials.

Obviously, just one picture wouldn't work to convince anyone, so they've been meeting up a couple times a week (they have similar interests, so they were friends already) to be seen together.

Now here's the issue— I never saw her like that before, and I thought it was just fucking annoying to watch people be lovey dovey, fake or not... but one of my other colleagues said it sounded like I was jealous.

And fuck, I am.

Do you think she'd be mad if I asked her out? I reacted pretty badly to the original picture. And I'm worried my brother likes her for real (those photos they're posting are kind of convincing...)

Edit: for everyone asking, no, I can't ask my brother. he'll know why, and if he really does like her I don't want to mess with it. and if he doesn't he won't let me hear the fucking end of it. i can hear the best man speech already.

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u/unicornpoodle • 2 hours ago

lol dude (I'm assuming you're a dude, unless you're a girl who unfortunately is built exactly like your brother) are you sure you like her and aren't just jealous of your brother being happy? fake or not

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago yeah i'm sure. I cut out a picture of one of my teammates and pasted it over his ugly mug and it made me even angrier. ↑ 35 ↓ •••

u/msbygirlie_13 • 2 hours ago

Oh hey!! I recognise you from the atsumu miya subreddit!! That's so cool you have a twin just like him!! And his brother got a gf recently too!!! (I think they're fr tho lol.)

Okay hmmm this is a tough one. wdym when yuo said 'reacted badly'??? and what was so bad about the rumour in the first place if it's an option for you now???? this is kinda weird ngl.

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u/fattytuna95 • 2 hours ago do you really they're the real deal??? I kind of laughed. And now that I look back at it, I think I might have looked way too eager to put it out there that we weren't dating. like I was disgusted or something. :( I wasn't, I just didn't want her to have any trouble. :( :( I'm sorry, I can't explain the situation any more for privacy reasons. ↑ 20 ↓ •••

u/guiltyassassin_ • 1 hour ago

well you don't have to talk to either of them... you said someone took the original photo. maybe they're still stalking?? ask them what they think?

lmfao you guys are either celebrities or highschoolers with this kinda drama

(also you keep calling your brother ugly, but then say you guys are identical? huh????)

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u/fattytuna95 • 55 minutes ago This is kind of an insane idea, but it does make sense. Maybe I'll do it. (and you wouldn't get it.) ↑ 2 ↓ •••

first chapter tomorrow! please like/reblog/reply/send me an ask if you enjoyed it :) it keeps me going lol [my other fics->] divider: @/cafekitsune

[seokminfilm]

this man | yoon jeonghan

pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

warnings: non-idol au, horror au, mystery, hints of slowburn??, deity!jeonghan (consider this lyr's late late LATE halloween special), even if jeonghan is an evil deity he is still a jokester, mentions of nightmares & horror-related things, based off of the 'this man' album and some analog horror elements, jeonghan's kinda awful in this, reader does not give two craps about jeonghan trying to drive her crazy, silly arguments ensue

now playing: this man, jxw & solitariat, oliver buckland

word count: a little over 1k (thank you @slytherinshua)

Jeonghan couldn't understand why he couldn't get into your head.

That's what he did best—he picked an innocent human, tainted by struggle, hurt, and the ways of everyday life, laying them down to sleep before he ruined their life in the most fun way he possibly could. Yes, it was evil, and yes, it was awful to the unsuspecting person he would choose, but what was Jeonghan supposed to do about it?

Beggars can't be choosers, can they?

It irked him though: you were unaffected by everything he did. Even when he caught you in a vulnerable position, sleeping soundly in your bed late at night, he couldn't seem to break through. There was a little something there—something in your mind that kept you safe and sound.

Jeonghan wanted to break it. He wanted to break you.

He sat quietly in the corner of your room, glaring over at the lamp in currently still on the highest setting. Jeonghan wasn't a big fan of light, as he was used to being in the dark (that's where all the good stuff happened), but if he had to blend in, the light wouldn't hurt him that badly.

He didn't have to blend in though, and therefore it hurt him.

Your dream played out as a movie in front of Jeonghan—he could see it all, from the parts that made little to no sense to the scenes that had real-life connections to your day, which amused Jeonghan. You had a mix of both realistic and nonsensical dreams, which gave him the perfect opportunity to slip in when the line became blurry.

There it was—the same scene he always got so close to getting into: you were sitting on a dusty old couch in a dingy room, television too bright as a man sat across from you.

The man had a crooked smirk on his face, and he offered you something every time, to which you would always say no—also making Jeonghan lose his chance to slip in and get you at your weakest point.

He looked eerily similar to Jeonghan too, with the same teasing gaze and sharp, delicate features that Jeonghan had familiarized himself with many times before.

The man said his repeated line, and you looked at him with your sparkling eyes, listening to his every word. Jeonghan stood over you now, ready to touch his cold fingertips to your cheek and take you away to his dimension. He smirked at your resting figure, taking joy in the fact you wouldn't know what had hit you.

And then, you said no, and woke up suddenly—shattering Jeonghan's plan altogether.

You weren't supposed to see him; no one was ever supposed to see the man—This Man—with their own eyes. It was an urban legend, one that Jeonghan got pleasure from seeing humans believe and converse over.

And now, that was all ruined because you woke up without giving Jeonghan a warning sign like a polite victim would.

"What are you doing in my house?" You asked—your voice was raised, and your hair was standing up on your arms, but you couldn't seem to feel fear in that moment. You were too in shock to scream or cry, and Jeonghan could feel your heart slowing down in your chest as you sat up under your sheets.

"Well, I was going to put you into a deep and ruin your life with a tap of my fingers, but you put an end to that so—congratulations," Jeonghan said sarcastically, stepping away from the side of your bed as his heels hit the floor.

You observed him as he sauntered back to your desk chair, sinking into its embrace with an air of relaxed confidence. He leaned back, the chair creaking softly under his weight, while his leg swung rhythmically, a casual pendulum of energy. His soft, black hair cascaded around his shoulders, creating a dark halo that framed his striking features, drawing attention to his sharp, intense eyes that seemed to hold a world of emotions. Jeonghan's skin, a ghostly pale, shimmered like porcelain, exuding an almost ethereal beauty that made him seem both fragile and alluring—like a delicate doll waiting to be admired and touched.

He was strikingly beautiful, resembling a premonition that filled you with more excitement than fear.

"Instead of gaping at me like you've seen a ghost, you could say sorry," Jeonghan replies simply, shocking you out of your stupor as you scoff just seconds later.

"Say sorry? You're a man who's in my bedroom at midnight standing over me and watching me sleep—why would I be the one to apologize here?" You ask with an accusatory tone, and Jeonghan laughs, voice melodic and teasing as he leans forward in his chair, eyeing you down.

"Oh, I think I'm going to like you." Jeonghan smiles, teeth blindingly white as you pull your blankets over you, suddenly feeling exposed.

"You're..." You trail off, and Jeonghan nods, face proud as if he's read your mind and is more than happy to make himself known to you.

"Yes, I'm the Man they keep talking about. You can admire me, I don't mind it." Jeonghan's voice is lifted as he looks up at you through his long eyelashes, and you slowly get out of bed, still wary of what you're seeing as Jeonghan sighs.

"There's no need to be all suspicious of me—I am who I say I am," Jeonghan states, and he smiles at you, taking note of your wide eyes.

"Why are you here? At my house?" You ask another question, and Jeonghan sighs as if he's answering a question you've asked him for the umpteenth time.

"I wanted to get you next. But obviously, you had different plans." Jeonghan scoffs, and you stare back at him, still confused. "Get me?"

"I was going to go into your head while you sleep, interfere in your dream in some way, and then ruin your life and or drive you insane." Jeonghan giggles lightheartedly, standing up from his chair as he walks towards you. His strides are long and relaxed, heels resounding through your room as his eyes land on you.

"You're too strong though. I can't get in." Jeonghan's voice drops down to a bone-chilling whisper, and you flush, averting your eyes as he pulls away.

"You intrigue me, and I plan to learn about you more and more as time goes on. I want what you have." Jeonghan's eyes burn through your skin, but you suddenly don't mind it.

Jeonghan—The Man—intrigues you too, and you plan to know more about him as well.

for @kstrucknet | feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

[insidekatmind]

A smile on dark days~JUDE BELLINGHAM

Warning: +18,smut, english is not my first language

It was a gray day in Madrid, the sky full of clouds as if it wanted to mourn the defeat of Real Madrid. The match against Barcelona had just finished, and the result weighed like a boulder. Jude Bellingham, the talented midfielder, was back home, his face lined with frustration and disappointment.

You were in the kitchen, preparing his favorite dish, a mushroom risotto, hoping that the comforting scent might ease his mood a little. The door opened with a slow creak and Jude walked in, his gaze dejected.

“Hi, love,” you said, trying to keep your tone cheerful despite the heavy atmosphere.

“Hi,” he replied, his voice low and monotone. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment, as if trying to focus his thoughts.

You walked closer to him, taking his hand. «You're here now. Do you want to talk about what happened?”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. «I don't know... I feel like I've let everyone down. I can't shake this feeling. Four nil... against Barcelona. It's embarrassing."

Jude looked down, considering your words. «I don't want to disappoint my teammates. Every time I make a mistake, I feel like it might be my last chance.”

“Don't think like that, please,” I said softly. «Every great player has faced difficult moments. Remember how you got here. You fought and worked hard for every goal you achieved."

«But Barcelona…» he continued, a little more relaxed as he started to eat the risotto. «It was the match of my life, and I didn't do well. I lost the ball too often, and..."

“Stop being so hard on yourself,” I interrupt. «You did your best. And that's all a player can do. You can't control everything. But you can control how you react, and you are a fighter.”

«Love, no one judges you for this. Every team has its ups and downs, and you gave it your all. I know, you did." As you spoke, you invited him to sit at the table. «Come on, let's eat something. You can't go to bed on an empty stomach."

Jude slowly sat down, eyes still lost in thought. “You're right, but…” He stopped, looking at you. «I can't understand how it happened. I wanted to win so badly for the fans and for the team. Every time I wear that shirt, I feel the weight of responsibility."

You sat down in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “But you're also human, Jude. No one can win all the time, and no one can do it alone. You have a team around you, and that's what matters. Even in defeats, we get up together."

He looked at you, a sad smile appearing on his lips. “How can you be so positive?”

«Because I believe in you. I believe in your talent and determination. And above all, I know that this defeat will not define you. It's just a lesson, a step towards your dream."

A comfortable silence spread between you as Jude continued to eat, his gaze now calmer. After a while, he looked up at you, his soft brown eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you sweetie. Really. I don't know what I would do without you."

«Only the best for you, as always. And remember that I will always be there, both the good days and the bad. We need to support each other."

Jude stood up and walked over to you, hugging you tightly. «You are my strength. I don't know how I got lucky enough to find you."

“And I don't know how I got lucky enough to have a guy like you,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him. «Remember, every game is a new opportunity. And tomorrow is a new day."

After eating, you sat together on the couch, watching a light movie. Between laughs, Jude seemed more and more relaxed, his thoughts distracted by your smile and your presence.

“You know, you made me forget everything for a moment,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

«And this is just the beginning, Jude. I promise I'll help you get back on your feet whenever you need it."

With infinite sweetness, he shook your hand, and you felt that his determination not to give up had returned. It was just a game, and together you would face everything that life would throw at you.

You gently stroked his hair as he closed his eyes as he relaxed under your touch. When he opened them again he gave you a sweet smile that made your heart beat faster and he kissed you softly while you kissed him back feeling warm under his touch.

The kiss became more and more passionate and Jude gently grabbed your hips as he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him as he continued to kiss and caress your thigh.

“I love you y/n” Jude said softly as he softly began to leave kisses on your neck as you moaned and began to move on him, and you both moaned in pleasure.

You kissed him again sucking on his lip as he moaned and you giggled softly.

“you look amazing” Jude said as he watched you take off his clothes and yours too. You climbed back onto his legs teasing your pussy on his cock and you both moaned.

“come on baby, let me in” Jude said trying to raise his hips to let his cock sink into your opening and you moaned loudly when he managed to enter you.

“fuck you're so tight, I'll never get used to this feeling” Jude moaned as he lowered his head to the edge of the couch.

You began to move on him sensually feeling his cock penetrating you and you moaned loudly holding onto his shoulders. “you're so big” you said moaning resting your head on his shoulder.

He groaned as he grabbed your ass helping you with the movements and you moaned loudly feeling on the edge. With two more thrusts you came as you kissed him and continued to move on him to make him come. When he cums, he gives you a sweet kiss on your lips and a sweet kiss on your forehead.

You still remained inside him as you rested your head on his shoulder while he caressed your back and you enjoyed this attention. When you pulled out you hissed at the lack of filling his cock. You both got dressed as you went back to the couch and hugged each other.

“you are and will always be my number one despite the result” You told him sweetly as you gave him a sweet kiss and he smiled knowing that even if he had lost the match you would always be by his side despite everything.

[genericpuff]

I’m gonna have to disagree with you that Kaos is any better than LO. It’s all the same bull crap.

Kaos just seems like live-action LO, both having a boring storyline with bad or fetishized characterizations of the Greek Gods and figures, and both looking artistically beautiful and some cool concepts, but badly executed. The only difference is that Kaos has more LGBTQIA+ themes than LO, has a tiny bit more Greek references, and gets much darker. That’s pretty much it.

As a Greek who studies our myths and stories extensively, I’m tired of the west trying to take and rearrange our stories and retell them ‘with a modern, western lense’. It’s exhausting and infuriating.

It’s time the west gets over its fascination with us and move on.

Fair opinion! Honestly, the initial post I made about it was after only watching the first couple episodes. Now that I've finished it, I can definitely see actual glaring issues with it, both in their characterizations as well as in how they kind of lose the intrigue after a few episodes of the setting and elements of them being gods. Which are all issues that LO have as well.

Though I will say, LO has those issues far more than Kaos does, but what really separates LO from Kaos, in my opinion - the creators of Kaos aren't pretending that Kaos is more than it is. To me, Kaos isn't in any way a singular Greek myth retelling, more so a fun "Greek epic" style story featuring the gods in a modern setting, the way LO could have been if Rachel hadn't tried to make it into something bigger than it was (and if she didn't put herself on a pedestal as a "self proclaimed folklorist"). I can watch Kaos and appreciate it as a fun Greek myth inspired piece of media because that's pretty much all it's trying to be. Meanwhile LO gives us middle-school-level writing with very little real Greek myth influence (aside from what it benefits Rachel to do so) that even goes so far as to outright disrespect the myths that they were based on... all the while people praise it as the greatest Greek myth retelling ever.

I think Kaos is miles better than LO because it at least tells a more coherent story than LO ever could have, with a lot more attention paid to the stylization of a Greek epic (compared to LO which tried and failed to implement those same things, such as the Fates, self-fulfilling prophecies, and witty narration as to retell a story that's already happened).

Granted, that story still takes a lot of liberties with the source material (some that I enjoyed, others not so much), but in that regard, I refer to the above - Kaos isn't trying to be an actual retelling like LO did, so I view it the same way I do as something like Hercules or Hades, where the people who made it clearly love Greek myth and wanted to do some Greek myth-inspired story with their own twists on the narratives, and it paid off in a story that, in spite of their flaws, still feels intentional and thought out.

LO, by comparison, is just a mess of ripped off half-baked ideas thrown at a wall and filled in with self-fulfilling power fantasy garbage written by someone who claims to have deeper knowledge of the myths but clearly doesn't. It's hard to enjoy LO in spite of its flaws because it's all flaws and they're so deeply-rooted in the context of Rachel's own biases and sexual preferences that you really can't separate it from that once you know if it.

I do have some criticisms of Kaos and some of its more creative choices - Hera cheating on Zeus with Poseidon (literally wtf lmao), Persephone still being the "I went down there willingly!" archetype (though at least she's not 19 in this, the casting for her and Hades was great), as well as the fact that things weren't wrapped up by the end of the first season which really bums me out because now it's up to the mercy of Netflix to give it that second season - but ultimately, from a story-writing perspective, Kaos absolutely did accomplish having an actual narrative with themes and goal-driven writing that LO failed in having. That comparison doesn't make Kaos a 100% perfect show without flaw, but I made the comparison initially anyways because much of what I enjoyed in Kaos was what I expected from LO (and ultimately didn't get).

That's just my own two cents though! And I need to make it clear - I am not a Greek person! I have no say or merit within the discussion regarding Greek myth and how it's been appropriated!! - so ultimately... my opinion of these things really aren't as valuable as someone who actually is Greek or studied heavily in it.

So that said, I can completely see the merit in your own arguments that a lot of these "modern retellings" tend to miss the point of the stories they're trying to retell (esp with the criticisms I outlined above) and are often chewed up through a Western lens. The lesser of two evils is still evil. But if we're purely talking Kaos vs. Lore Olympus here as modern entertainment that are both attempting similar things... I'd be way more likely to rewatch and recommend one over the other. Plus there are a lot of adaptions out there made by Westerners / non-Greeks that are incredible and are, at the very least, amazing stepping stones into the world of Greek myth for those who want to learn more about it. Out of the pool of ongoing modern Greek myth retellings/inspired works - Blood of Zeus, Hades/Hades 2, Kaos, Epic: The Musical, Hadestown, Hercules, Percy Jackson & The Olympians, and Lore Olympus - it's not hard to guess which one I'd be the least likely to recommend as gateways into Greek mythology. If those titles were organized in a list of best to worst, Kaos isn't at the top of that list, but it's sure as shit higher than LO 💀😆

[ilovebuckers5]

✧.*Not Friends pt 5*.✧

Paige Bueckers x reader

summary- it was a huge relief to finally realize that you didn't hate Paige Bueckers

word count- 2.9k

themes:

-fluff

-slight angst if you an even call it that

-homophobia

A/N - I'm so so so sorry for the delay. I lost so much motivation for this series but this back now. I hope you guys like this part!!! I did not spell check btw...

there was only a hazy memory of looking at who I thought was Paige in the eye and feeling tears well up on my waterline. why did everything have to fall apart in this order. the entire time that I stared at Paige, my brain kept telling me that I was hallucinating and that I was really Abby but no. as soon as the blonde spoke I couldn't help but break down. the thought of almost fucking the one girl that I don't believe I'm good enough for had to be the most sickening thing to ever imagine. of course Paige just had to be a good person and wipe my tears from my eyes before they even fell. the mood switched quickly. I went from confusion to comfort. Paige's hand were set on each side of my waist but not In a way that made me feel like I was being topped. it felt like she was holding me. gently. I loved that. once I comprehended the fact that it was Paige who was holding me, even more tears fell. I felt her hands moved to my back as she helped me stand up from the edge of the bed. I walked straight to the mirror to make sure that all of this was real even though in the back of my head I knew it was.

every moment that had to do with Paige before this, I would see it as a bad thing to be so close to her. yet the feeling and sight of her holding my waist in the mirror felt so right. the feelings of her arms resting around my almost bare skin reminded me just how badly I wanted to be with her. even though a couple days ago a part of me felt like we had to be friends, I knew that I couldn't hide it for long. then the feeling of guilt rushed over my head. how could I have been so mean to her just because she showed me love?what if it had been ruining her since? I couldn't bare to know that if Paige was hurt, it was my fault. the tears that were once embarrassment now turned into guilt. "I'm..so so sorry Paige." my head dipped into the palms of my hands as I tried to cover my obvious tears. the blonde immediately played her hand against my back and rubbed her thumb back and forth for comfort. I spun around, shaking her hand off of my skin. no. there is no way shes comforting me after I hurt her. a small and sharp breath left her lips once her hand left my back. I paced around the room trying to find sense of what I was thinking. "hey hey its ok..." Paige didn't hesitate to pull me into her arms even if I was pulling away. I wanted nothing but to stay in her arms. no words exchanged just small breaths as I sobbed into her sweatshirt.

"Paige it is not ok. I- I fucking hurt you when all you did was love me. you don't deserve that." my voice was slightly muffled against the cotton that covered her chest.the last thing I wanted was to hurt her. all Paige did was hold me into her. arms wrapped around my waist, fingers resting against my tailbone. my sobs began to slow, silencing the moment between us. I felt Paige slowly swaying the both of us side to side. before I could speak again, she gently pulled my face away from her chest with a hand now placed against my jawline. she still stayed silent, just staring into my eyes. and of course I couldn't look away. "I don't care if you hurt me. I just-i just need you know that I love you." I did. still do actually. her voice soothed me so effortlessly. it slowed down the pacing doubts that went through my brain.

only now did all my other senses came back. before it was just thinking about how I treated Paige and the tears that followed those thoughts. now my eyes were open and I could see Paiges sharp features that seemed soft through my glossy eyes. her eyes still had a hint of gray in dark lighting. her lips were still pink as ever. her hair wasn't in her usual ponytail. it was falling down her shoulders perfectly. her natural waves peeking through. she was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt with plaid pajama bottoms. now I noticed that my hands had made their own way to Paige's hips. her body seemed less tense as mine. the sweatshirt was thin enough for me to feel the outline of her toned abs. this were the exact things I thought about when I didn't want to stay friends with Paige. "are you ok?" Paige's voice woke me up from my trance. I looked back up at her eyes and nodded softly. "mhm." all the previous doubts of her love for me and my love for her had disappeared into the abyss by now. the only thing I doubted is whether we were going to sleep in my room or hers.

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the next morning I woke up feeling Paige's hot breath against my ear. my head was peacefully resting on her chest. we ended up in her room. her hand was glued to the small of my back just like I had predicted it would be if this situation ever happened. when my eyes blinked open, the first thing they saw was Paige's hair tangled around her own head. my reflex was to just run my fingers through her blonde locks. and that I did. this almost immediately woke her up but there was still a smile on her lips when she realized that I was trying to comb her hair with my bare hands. I pulled my hands away and pushed myself up closer to her face and hesitated to place a kiss on her lips. so instead I kissed her cheek. Paige quickly pulling my lips into hers gave me the idea that didn't enjoy just a kiss on the cheek. the kiss was short but I still enjoyed every second of it. just as I was getting more into the kiss, Paige grabbed onto my hips and flipped me over on my back. I let out a loud squeal and attempted to flip back over but Paige kept me down as she kissed around my lips, moving down to my neck. a couple giggles slipped out the lower her lips got before I finally pushed her off and took my turn. after going back and forth a couple times, there was a knock on the door. Paige's hands were slowly slipping under my shirt when Azzi knocked on the door. it made sense since it was 9 in the morning and Paige still wasn't out ready for practice but it still startled the both of us.

Paige groaned before standing up and dragging her self to the door. she opened it to see Azzi's face giving her a 'get the fuck out here right now' look. she had her hand on her hip and everything. "why are you still in bed-" Azzi looked behind Paige's shoulder and locked eyes with me. my face froze and I slowly hid myself with the bed covers. "I don't even want to know." Azzi slowly backed away from the door frame and yelled out as she walked down the hallway " be ready in 30 minutes!" Paige turned around and shut the door before jumping right back into bed to give a couple more kisses on my lips. she then stood up and walked to her bathroom before brushing her hair and teeth. Paige was one who refused to take care of her skin unless someone reminds her. "wash your face Paige." I stayed in bed, scrolling on my bed while she rushed to get ready. "could you come hold my hair please." usually someone else would help Paige with her hair but waking up late changed that this morning. so I stood up and held her hair until both braids were finished. I spun her around and covered her eyes while spraying hairspray on her top of her head. before she had the chance to get up and get changed, I couldn't help but placing another kiss on her lips.

it was nerve racking how quickly we changed around each other. just two days ago I pushed her out of my room while she let me know her love was basically endless and now here I was initiating a kiss with her after helping with her hair. I was here imagining all the night and mornings after this. holding onto her waist after a game. making her breakfast when shes running late. braiding her hair for fun and for serious times. I could see it all right in front of my eyes just by looking into her eyes. I cannot believe I didn't feel all of this before. I cannot BELIEVE these thoughts weren't running through my head when I very obviously heard Paige tell me that she loved me.

Paige walked out of the bathroom in her t shirt and shorts and I held a pair of her shoes in my hands. I waved them in her face as she looked around for them. "right here baby." Paige's head practically snapped towards me. I could seriously here a bone crack. "what?" no other words left my mouth once I realized what I said. fuck. "what did you call me?" Paige's hands were now wrapped around my waist, slowly pulling me closer and closer to her. "nothing.." I said under my breath before Paige pulled me into a very aggressive kiss, forcing me to drop the shoes in my hands. "don't be shy." Paige whispered in my ear before pulling away and putting on her shoes. I was in a tank top and shorts while my hair was pulled into a messy bun. I looked like I just rolled out of bed, which I kind of did, but I still followed Paige out the door and to practice so that I could watch her. Azzi was sitting on a bench outside while waiting for Paige but she sprung up when me and the blonde finally walked out. my hand was interlocked with hers while the three of us walked to Paige's car.

the moment that all the girls saw me and Paige walking into the gym, holding hands, a bunch of 'aw's' and 'ooh's' were exchanged. as much as I tried to ignore them, I couldn't help but turn red at the sound. everything was going fine. Paige and the rest of her team had smiles plastered on her face the entire time I was there but my own smile dropped when I saw Abby walk through the doors. why would she be here? how was I going to explain shit to her? all she did was send a smile across the gym while she walked into the lockers. I looked down at my phone to see a text from her that I had got earlier this morning.

abby

hey are you going to be at the basketball practice today. I was wondering if we could talk.

i read the message then set my phone down silently. a rush of panic ran through my head and didn't budge for a while. when I looked back up, I saw Abby walking right towards me. she waved at me while walking up the stairs that led to her bleachers I was sitting on. she didn't hesitate to sit down right next to me along with my bag, and Paige's.

"hey did you get my text this morning?"

"oh I just saw it. what did you want to talk about?"

"well I know we've only known each other for a little while but you seem like a really sweet person and I was wondering if you would want to go-"

just like that, Abby was cut off by Paige yelling from across the gym.

"ice wants to know if we are together y/n!"

my eyes widened along with Abby's. I looked at Paige with a very forced smile on my lips. a let out a held back laugh and looked back at Abby then back down at Paige.

"what do you think?" I yelled back.

obviously I was with Paige and I loved her so much but it was still difficult to say that in front of Abby. the only other girl I've slightly caught feelings for since I transferred. I mean I fully stared at her jawline of all places. but here I was, planning out how I was going to reject her.

"oh. I see. its ok."

i look at Abby and felt nothing but guilt. as much as I love Paige, I didn't want to hurt Abby in any way possible. her voice was so dull after being so energetic coming up to talk to me. it practically ripped my heart out to hear that energy leaving her. of course I didn't let this get to me as deeply as I'm describing it because I mean, I'm dating the Paige Bueckers. who am I to ask for any more?

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as soon as practice was over, I had to get ready to go out with a couple of friends. I had met a couple girls through volleyball and we got close very quickly. the day that I kicked Paige out,I decided it was the right thing to make plans with friends so me, Ella, Brooklyn, Adeline, and Serenity made a plan to go out to the park every Saturday and we were going to stick to it. all the girls made a pact to bring one food item each time. for the first time, I brought things to make mini cucumber sandwiches. this time Ella brought watermelon, Brooklyn brought a box of cupcakes, Adeline brought stuff to make mini pizza, and Serenity brought all sorts of drinks. we all fought over who would bring a blanket but we ended up agreeing on taking turns each Saturday and this week Ella brought a pink and white plaid blanket. once everyone got to the park we set everything up and took pictures before giving life updates that went on forever.

"I have a girlfriend now..."

i said while stuffing watermelon in my mouth. everyone immediately started flooding me with questions, scooting close and closer towards me. I shooed them away while setting down my plate of watermelon and preparing myself to explain the complexity of meeting and getting with Paige. by the time I was done explaining, everyone's faces were in awe with looks of lust in their eyes. knowing that there were people in my life who actually cared about my love life felt nice. my old friends would've ignored the word "girlfriend"} every time it came out of my mouth. yet the second that a boy was brought up, everyone was invested. it was refreshing to surround myself around people who gave a shit.

after I answered around fifty questions about Paige, I couldn't stop myself from asking the girls about their own love lives. I adore listening to how head over heels people are for their own partners. I made sure to give everyone a chance to talk because I wouldn't want to leave anyone out. first, Brooklyn told me about her new talking stage and almost everyone congratulated her for finally joining the in a talking stage club. except for Serenity, she despised when her friends fall in love, but mainly because she cares so much. if anyone of her friends gets hurt in her peripheral vision, that person who hurt them would end up six feet under. then Ella went on about her girlfriend who shes been with for 2 years now but still treated the relationship like a middle school crush. I mean giggling and kicking her feet. obviously Serenity was single and did not plan on changing that anytime soon. Adeline was just asked out by a guy shes liked for three months now. we all hugged her and giggled a long with her while she talked about how dark his eyes are and how good he smells or whatever.

by the time everyone was done sharing about their lives, the blanket was scrunched up under us and there were plates scattered everywhere, a long with cups and utensils. we all began to clean up before walking to a sunny part of the grass and passed around a volleyball. this quite literally felt like the last day of 8th grade but it still felt so special to just enjoy what you enjoy with people that you feel comfortable around. so we played volleyball until the sun was about to set and then we got up and Adeline drove around the town, dropping the girls off one my one until we reached campus, where she dropped me off. I waved goodbye and walked up to my dorm. I didn't expect Paige to be sitting on my bed, working on a project while playing some random Drake song in the background. she continued to hum along to the lyrics until she looked up to see me leaning on the doorway. "why my room of all places?" Paige had a smug smile on her lips while shrugging her shoulders. "why not?"

[ms--lobotomy]

Greek myth on the mind. Teehee. Also tagging @angronsjewelbeetle because he lets me go apeshit about Ferrus.

Summary: You've fought your way to the palace of Slaanesh. It's time to bring Ferrus home.

Word Count: 1979. oops

Content Warnings: Slaanesh should be his own content warning but things are only implied, a few headcanons happening here, short flashback to nsfw

Image Credit: @squishyowl

Entering the palace of Slaanesh was a grueling affair, to say the least. Countless times you had almost fallen to the Dark Prince, but every time, you remembered your fallen lover and soldiered on. You hadn't taken off your armor off for... days? Weeks? Months? You couldn't tell. The features of your face had hardened under your helm, and you only had one goal in mind. Bring him home.

You entered the palace with surprising ease, keeping your eyes upon the floor. Statues lined the halls, but you weren't going to look up and see what they were. Now more than ever, it was important to remember not to gaze upon the Dark Prince himself, lest you become another casualty of the Heresy.

You heard heavenly choirs singing the same song that you had sung with your lover years ago. Your hand clutched the pommel of your chainsword, something stolen from one of his sons. It was far too big for you, but you learned to live with it. As the chorus reached a crescendo, he strode out of the back of the palace, impossibly tall. You kept your eyes on the ground, finding patterns in the seemingly simplistic floor and admiring the viscera staining your shoe.

"Mortal," the Dark Prince said. His voice was that of a human man and human woman speaking at the same time. It reverberated through your body, and if you didn't know better, it would have been velvety and comforting. "What is your purpose here?" He inched closer to you, and you ducked your head further down.

"Give him back," you said in curt tones. You pulled the sword out of its scabbard, in case things were going to get ugly.

Slaanesh laughed. It was a contagious laugh, but you kept your face straight. "You won't even try to kill me, mortal?" he asked. His voice grew deeper and more monstrous. "You have the opportunity to rid the galaxy of one of its greatest threats, my dear. And you won't even try?"

"Give him back," you replied.

Slaanesh stooped down to get as close to your level as he could. "And why should I do that?" he asked, almost in a mocking tone.

Your mind moved faster than you could speak. "Think about it," you said. "Would you not have the pleasure of watching the Phoenician as he realizes his brother is back, for real, and that he has a second chance of making him fall?" You heard Slaanesh pause before he hummed something, and his robes rustled as he presumably turned around.

"Very well," he said, his voice morphing into something much more human. "You may lead your lover out of the Palace. On one condition."

You tensed up, ready for anything. "What would that be?"

"You will not, under any circumstances, turn around to look at him until you are out of my domain."

You exhaled. That was a lot better than you thought it was going to be. "Alright," you replied.

"His soul will be reunited with you once you turn around. After that, I want you out of my sight." Slaanesh stood up and turned around, walking back through the gigantic doors of the palace.

That was... easy enough. You turned to exit the palace, and you heard the sounds of none other than a Primarch breathing behind you. Ceramite creaked and shuffled over the impossibly shiny floor.

"...Ferrus?" you asked in disbelief. You undid your helm, and it made a light hiss.

He said your name, similarly bewildered. You heard his voice crack, and soon enough sobs wracked his body. "Is it over?" he asked, his voice choking up.

"It's over," you said. You wanted to turn around so badly, to hold him and tell him that Slaanesh's torture had ended. But you had to settle for words, for now. "You're going to be okay, Ferrus. It's over."

"Thank you..." he choked out, and you put one foot in front of another and began to walk forwards.

-6-

The Excess of Repose was gorgeous. It almost reminded you of the shores of your homeworld, where you would retire with him after a particularly strenuous campaign. The sun was slightly above the horizon, slowly but surely rising above the gentle waters. You looked to the violet clouds. You paused.

"Everything okay?" Ferrus asked.

"Yeah..." you said, fondly remembering the brush of his hand along your shoulder and back as he woke you up. Briefly, you felt a featherlight kiss at the crown of your head before you shook yourself back to reality.

"I'm alright. Let's keep going."

-5-

Soon enough, you reached the Excess of Achievement. It was a great forest, with faces in the trees. They wailed tales about great heroes that had went through the forest before, your name escaping their mouths. You felt your pace slow, the heat of your lover's body come closer behind you. Ferrus chuckled, and then sniffed.

"You're a hero," he said quietly.

"I..." you started. "If that's what this makes me, I'll take that label."

Ferrus chuckled. "It suits you very well, my diamond."

Your heart swelled again at the moniker. You'd missed him, you'd missed the feeling of his hands and his skin against yours. You missed when he would put his head against your chest and feel your heartbeat. You missed him. You missed feeling him, you missed his voice, you missed his face.

-4-

But you soldiered on. And soon you saw a swarm of people approaching you. Serfs and Iron Hands alike were running towards you, chanting your name and excitedly jostling one another. Ceramite and leather alike hit the ground, and they swarmed around you like a pack of wolves.

"That's... That's Ferrus Manus!" exclaimed one of the sons. A relieved laugh escaped his helm, and one of his brothers hit his back.

"Not just Ferrus!" he exclaimed. "The Savior of the Iron Hands is here too!"

You tensed up at the word "savior." Even if their genefather was back... there was no way that the Iron Hands would be so jovial in your presence. Back before Ferrus had passed, his sons were less than friendly towards you. They'd regarded you with a blank stare at the best, and hurl insults at the worst.

"Please," you started, edging your way through the crowd. "Be gone. I need to get your father back to the material realm."

The crowd started to protest, following you along. You broke into a run, listening to Ferrus's saunter speed up to a normal walk. As soon as you lost them, you laughed.

"I think that was the Excess of Adoration," you said, your pace slowing. You exhaled with a bit of a laugh. "I'm glad that's at least over."

"Yeah..." Ferrus trailed off. "Do hurry though, my dear. I am getting a little... anxious?" he said.

-3-

Soon enough, the scenery changed again. You could smell the air through your helm. It smelled like metal, dried vanilla. Beautiful forms entangled with each other, difficult to look at. One came up to you, a Daemonette with harsh features and built like a brick wall. You made easy work of it with your chainsword.

"Excess of Bodily Delights," you said.

Ferrus chuckled. "You don't have to worry about me leaving you here," he said.

"Me too," you said. "We're over halfway through now, my love. Just bear with me a little while longer?"

Ferrus shuddered. "I will," he said. You thought of when you lay together in bed, barely taking him while he whispered that he loved you, that he wasn't going anywhere. You shuddered. You couldn't get the expression on his face out of his head, that expression that was normally so cold but absolutely melted when he saw you taking him so well. Those kind words on his lips. The adoring look in his eyes.

-2-

Despite these thoughts, you made easy work of this realm, moving steadily towards the Excess of Sustenance. His face was on your mind, scarred and tough, and you couldn't even focus on any of the pleasures in front of you while you walked.

"I'm so glad you came for me," he said quietly after a moment of silence. "I cannot thank you enough."

"Of course," you said, stepping in a puddle of wine. "You only have to tell me as much as you're comfortable with."

"Thank you," he muttered.

You wanted so badly to turn around right then and there, and you tilted your head, but you'd stepped in a puddle and wine coated your shoe. You looked down. Your armor was silver and black, just like Ferrus's legion... long ago. Now, there were so many stains on it that you couldn't tell what color it was. But you would wash it when you got back into realspace.

You walked onto a bridge, and it creaked behind you. It seemed impossible for the rickety thing to support a man as large as Ferrus, but the Warp was full of surprises. You were hungry. So, so hungry. But thoughts of Ferrus consumed you, bleeding you dry. You thought of meals you'd prepared for each other, neither of you being the best of cooks but enjoying each other's food and company anyways. You'd thought of him taking care of you after you'd had too much wine, setting you on the bed and watching you like a dog as you went to sleep.

-1-

And soon enough, you made it to the land of the Riches. Gold surrounded you everywhere, but you hadn't any thoughts of riches on your mind. You were bringing a Primarch home, of course you'd be rewarded handsomely for it. Your thoughts were on Ferrus. His face, his arms, his everything. You took your helm off as you saw realspace on the horizon. Freedom.

But Ferrus. You wanted desperately to hold his face in your hands. You thought of him, idly talking to you about his latest project, you in his lap. You thought of sleepless nights where he'd stayed up with you, his diamond, grasping your hands in his. The tender look on his face that replaced the near constant scowl that adorned it. You wanted to see it again. You wanted him.

Without thinking, you turned around.

"Why do you turn?" he asked, reaching out for you. There was a scar along his neck, but he looked just like he did when you last saw him. There was a worried expression on his face. His form flickered in and out of the space he was occupying.

You felt your heart seize in your chest as you grabbed for him, interlocking your fingers with a large iron hand before his was all but intangible. You leaned towards him and he steadied you in a brief moment of bliss before he couldn't, and you fell to the ground. You felt a lump form in your throat, and you choked up.

"I missed you," you said, your breaths turning into sobs. "Ferrus, please. I need you like I need the air I breathe, the blood in my veins."

-0-

Slaanesh swirled a drink in his hands as Ferrus materialized in his palace. A look of pure terror adorned Ferrus's face, and Slaanesh did nothing but laugh.

"Your pretty little lover couldn't save you," he said in a mocking tone.

"They tried their damnedest." Ferrus's head was low, and his eyes were beginning to wet. Even if he wanted to look upon Slaanesh, he couldn't.

"Of course they did. It was only a matter of time before they looked at you," Slaanesh replied. He put the drink to his lips, lapping it up with that long tongue of his. "Do you think I would have allowed them this far in without knowing?"

Ferrus dropped to his knees, ceramite cracking against the ground. "Do not torture me further, daemon. Would you not have turned?"

[shirayuricky]

game night goes steamy | zhang hao

(dividers by @cafekitsune) (requested by anon)

- apart of shirayuricky's 100 followers event -

pairing: zhang hao x fem! reader

genre: fluff, smut (minors dni)

warnings: unprotected sex (pls use protection), pet names (baby)

prompts used: 3 - "fuck me." , 28 - " mine." , 33 - "good girl."

word count: 0.8k

a/n: tysm for requesting, anon! i hope this reaches you expectations :)

it's a friday night, and the end of a school week. you decided to treat yourself with some relaxing games, since you didn't really like games that are too challenging for you to play.

you were focused to the game so badly that you didn't notice the front door opening. "ah, that's must've been zhang hao. got back home from work." you said, pausing the game as you put the game console on the table. you walked down the stairs and welcomed zhang hao with open arms.

"how's work?" you asked. "it was nice, but i missed the only thing for today...and that's you." he answered. "me? you missed me?" you asked him again. he hums, which you took it as a yes. "i already ate dinner with my officemates, so you can rest for the night." he said. "alright." you responded, walking up the stairs.

you made your way back to your room, picking up the game console as you resumed the game. hao made his way to your room, his sight first set on the television in front of you. "a building game?" he asked. "yeah. you can build anything out of blocks. i'm building a water castle filled with a variety of sea creatures." you answered, your eyes focused on the exterior design of the castle.

"do you wanna play?" you offered. "no thanks, i would love to see how you built that majestic water castle." he declined. you continued to build the castle, finally finishing the exterior design.

an hour passed, you are now working on the interior design of the castle. hao started to whisper dirty things to you and you brushed it off, trying to focus. but it was hard, your cheeks are slightly flushed. "fuck me." he said. and that made you save your progress and stopped the game. you put your game console back to its original place, shutting down the console.

"um...you want me to fuck you?" you asked, confused. "that's..sudden.." you continued. "i'm being real, y/n. i don't like it when you pay attention to the game instead of me." he said, sternly.

"i'm sorry." you apologised. "too late, baby." he said, cradling you in his arms as he walks towards your bed. he gently puts you down and unbuttons his suit, revealing his upper body.

you softly gasped at the sight. "i know, baby. you like me when i'm like this." he said. you nodded, you really couldn't deny it, he looks so fine. he then undresses you out of your nightgown and your matching lingerie, leaving you bare to his eyes and touch.

he spreaded your legs apart, exposing your wet pussy. "damn, i haven't even done anything, yet you're this wet?" he asked. "looks like someone's impatient for my cock." he darkly chuckled, unbuttoning his pants. he pulled them down along with his boxers, revealing his needy cock. "tell me you want this, baby. tell me you want it just as how i wanted it too." he said, waiting for your consent. "yes. i wanted it. so bad." you replied. and that's clear. you wanted it as much as he does.

he aligns the tip towards your core and slowly pushes in. the slick arousal in your pussy just makes it easier for him to do it. he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of you before picking up the pace. your moans went from soft to load due to the quickening pace.

"mine." he said, lips attached to your neck. "all mine, baby. say it." he continued, leaving lingering kisses on your shoulder and neck. "i'm yours and only yours..." you replied, your sentence was cut of by your own moans.

"good girl." he said, intensifying his thrusts. and that was enough for you to sharply gasp from the pleasure. just a few of his sharp and hard thrusts made you near the edge. "please..hao...wanna cum.." you pleaded.

"cum for me, baby. cum for me." his voice came in short pants, indicating you that he's near as well. it only take a few moments for you and hao to cum. your pussy throbs from the intense climax as he spills his cum inside of you.

he collapsed on top of your body, the both of you catching your breaths. "you did so well, baby." he praised. you held onto him for half a minute before the both of you took a shower.

that was a good fucking, you thought. such a nice way to wrap the weekdays before the weekends start.

[notmorbid]

model home.

dialogue prompts from model home: a novel by rivers solomon.

i don't want nothing to do with you right now.

want some company?

abuse of power surprises me every time, actually.

knowledge has never saved anyone.

this house lures in animals with a death wish.

my god, what would the neighbors think?

every day, everyone is a hundred different people.

i don't even know what i need to be ready for.

should i be worried?

you're not going to post that, are you?

the kids who grow up fine do so because of us or despite us.

what's the point of gated communities? the bad people are already inside. this is their fort.

is it me who haunts? me who is the ghost?

i cannot say everything. cannot tell the whole truth.

to look yourself in the eye and face up to what you've done is not a task you can survive. not when you've done the things i have.

i am always playing hide and seek with my own damn self.

when you see something you want, get it. why ask questions, you know?

a house like ours gives scars. people ask about them.

i always want to fuck people who aren't immediately available to me.

i'm not interested in people once the spark of newness has faded.

our neighborhood is a demon, and our house is its belly. digesting us.

be quiet, for once in your damn life.

who is it you're looking for?

i'm not a person. i'm a place where bad things happen.

you know i don't bullshit. not to anyone.

why does it matter what i think?

it's stupid to run from pain instead of to it. pain always comes.

what's it feel like inside your body right now?

the world doesn't make a lick of sense, does it?

it hasn't hit me yet, i don't think.

it makes me tired seeing how good your life is.

the central tenet of my parenting philosophy is not saying what mama would say.

you'll learn when you're ready.

if i don't show them who i am, they can't disapprove.

you're not a real person. you're a paper doll.

what happened to us being family?

how jarring, the different versions of events we all have.

come to bed. i'll even let you be little spoon.

i need you to shut the fuck up.

i am trying to find the beauty here. the appeal.

please pretend i didn't say that. that's not who i am.

i know the pain of realizing what you're capable of.

you aren't gonna be okay. you know that, right?

i was never going to be okay.

maybe you shouldn't be alone right now.

fucked up recognizes fucked up.

i don't know if there's a distinction between self harm and self pleasure, for me.

do you think god is a horse girl, or a wolf girl?

how will it look, if we try to hide the evidence?

my body knows things before i do.

you said you missed me. here i am.

who sees beauty and does not want to experience it?

parents atone for their personal lacks by punishing their offspring.

teenagers aren't interested in being with their families. right?

don't get involved in grown folks' business.

you should probably be on antidepressants or something.

the first step of an american mall adventure is getting your ears badly pierced at claire's.

i made all your favorites.

do you not think your experiences were particularly extreme?

i can't really live because i don't let things die.

i have learned to close my eyes against the world.

you can't help me. no one can.

if it's not my fault, there's truly not a thing i can do.

i'm only an animal, not a god.

get your shit and get out.

it's not your job to ask questions. it's your job to do what you're told.

we can reproduce only what we know.

straight up, there is bad juju afoot.

a death in the family is torture for the control freak.

we need to tell somebody.

don't you want to live somewhere else?

what happens to us matters. otherwise, what tethers us to the living?

the squeaky wheel gets the grease, but it also gets the beating.

how can you know, beyond a doubt, what's right?

'a family matter' is a phrase used to protect abuse.

the world doesn't make sense. why should we?

i'm tired of being the bad guy.

i need you to try to remember what you did.

believe me. please. please believe me.

there is no such thing as 'never again'.

money? that shit rots your fucking brain.

so much of what we speak is our attempt to make our fantasies real.

it isn't easy to leave your home, even when that home terrorizes you.

psychological cages are real cages.

you're shaking. please talk to me.

old problems require old solutions.

'perfect' is the enemy of 'good'.

my mind likes to play tricks on me. new ways every day.

i always expect nights like this to be quiet.

the darkness hides us as much as it hides the ghosts.

so much of you is an image you're constructing.

i can't tell the difference between grief and ghosts. both seize the body and take what they will.

i was starting to believe that maybe i made it all up.

i wish i knew how to help you. can you tell me?

is that what you think it is? a story i tell myself?

every feeling to me is a funny feeling.

can i hug you? would that be alright?

i didn't want to disturb you. you looked very studious.

your heart is so big. it's the biggest thing i've ever seen.

maybe there is no saving, only salvaging.

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

Hey man, yeah, that's really cool how you and a couple friends you made along the way helped break that giant that was being kept locked away in a government facility out of their restraints so that they could have the freedom to go home. No, sure, I bet it really was an epic adventure defined by friendships and risks and ended with complete success, it's just...

Do you maybe think the giant was locked up for a reason?

How many innocent people had to die during your escapade, or did they deserve it simply because they wore a little uniform? Do you know how many people had died previously in their attempts to first wrangle the giant, the constant bloodshed that very nearly overtook them before they could wrangle the monster? But, oh, you saw intelligence in its eyes, life in its soul, you could tell it wanted so badly to be free and away from these cruel treatments. Everyone else knew these things, too; your observation wasn't unique. In fact, its the fact it was clearly so smart that made it all the more dangerous.

It played you like a fiddle, didn't it? How can you be so certain that it regards you the same way, how can you be sure you even understand what its trying to convey and vice versa? What makes you think it views you as a friend, an ally, a surrogate, hell, a pet? You were nothing but a means to an end, a key to be discarded once all the locks had been open. You're worthless to it, just another tiny pest like the others. Do you really think it would be able to tell you apart from the other 8 billion people on this planet?

And now it's free. You let it out. You let it continue the rampage it was originally hellbent on. The environment destruction is unimaginable. The knowledge that such a thing exists is now being spread globally, along with the stories of destruction that accompany its wake. Suicides and family annihilation is through the roof because people are terrified of living in a world that will inevitably be razed, if its merciful. That blood is on your hands. Never mind once the giant is able to communicate to its real friends, its real family, its real companions, and bring them down for the slaughter and maximum efficiency. Are you hoping you'll be spared? Is that even a world you want to live in if you are?

Why do you think it came here in the first place? You think just because it left, it won't come back? You think that with all the brilliance it has, it's ignorant to the concept of revenge? You seem so sure that it's innocent, but you've never asked for an explanation about its purpose, just as the lambs never question why they're being led to pens rather than an open field today. What implication could it possibly have given that made you so certain it wasn't here with cruel intentions, or did you simply want to feel a moral superiority of freeing a caged animal and thinking it owed you gratitude?

Everyone told you it was dangerous and needed to stay confined, but you didn't listen. You thought you knew better. You thought you were so much smarter than the hundreds of other people working around the clock to ensure the safety of everyone outside the facility. You ruined so many lives, including that of the people closest to you. What, you thought you'd be able to walk away from this scot-free? That you weren't going to be immediately detained as well as your loved ones and labeled a national, actually global, terrorist and security threat? You broke in to a high clearance area and effectively doomed the world for destruction. For what, because you thought it looked a little cramped in that cell?

Are you not aware that your actions have consequences after the story ends?