#Attempts are being made i promise ;__;

[deeva-arud]

Deeva Årud - Club Wear Voice Lines

When Summoned: Lights dimmed, tension building up… Are you ready to feel our rhythm? Summon Line: Playing music with friends is fun, I’m glad to be here even though I’m starting to feel a bit nervous.

Groooovy!!: We’d be delighted to see you at our next show. Spotting a familiar face among the crowd is always nice. Home: “Let’s rock and roll”, as some would say. Home Idle 1: I joined the Pop Music Club on my second year. Perhaps it’s quite a drastic change from my previous club but… it’d be a lie to say I’m not enjoying my time here. Home Idle 2: Most of the time I’m the one suggesting we should practice, but somehow Lilia, Cater and Kalim always distract me with all these unknown snacks and gadgets. Sometimes I have the feeling they do it on purpose… Home Idle 3: I need to warm my hands, it’s hard playing an instrument when they’re cold. Home Idle – Login: *humming Piece of My World* Ah- sorry, I didn’t see you there. Can I help you with something? Home Idle – Groovy: I’ve been playing violin and other instruments since I was a kid. My family has always had a connection with music and I’ll gladly continue this legacy. Conveying your thoughts and feelings through sounds is quite satisfactory. Home Tap 1: My first concert with them? Since it was the first time I’d be playing in front of many people, I knew I’d have a hard time trying to look at the audience. Cater noticed and told me to look at him so I could feel less overwhelmed… Let’s say I didn’t expect him to be so literal. His clones substituted the audience because no one came to see us. Home Tap 2: Hm, my violin? Indeed, it’s not the same one I use at Mostro Lounge. An electric violin is more suitable for the club’s activities. I’m surprised you noticed it. That means someone’s been paying too much attention to the musician playing ambience music… That was a joke. Home Tap 3: Kalim and I joined the club in the same year so I got to see how much he’s improved his drumming technique. It’s impressive. Certainly, Lilia’s been an excellent teacher to him. Home Tap 4: I like the idea of having customized masks for our performances. Maybe I should mention it once we have enough funds. Home Tap 5: I recently accepted to do some vocals just for our club sessions. You can come see us, but please refrain from telling everyone else. At the moment, I only feel comfortable singing for a few people. Home Tap – Groovy: When it comes to a band like this many wouldn’t think of a violinist, but that actually gives songs an interesting feeling, don’t you think? Duo: [DEEVA]: Ready for a shocking performance, Cater? [CATER]: Ready as ever, Dee-chan!

[flowercrowngods]

making a real post for @rvspecter pls bear with me

anyway harvey hurt fic where after mike is busted and given a second chance at life (or a third, really) and pearson specter litt seizes the chance to instate a pro bono department mike is heading because he wants to get it right this time and harvey will do just about anything to keep him, these two men finally mention this Thing between them and decide to give it a try. and it’s good. it’s fragile and it’s tentative and it’s gentle and it’s the same as it’s always been but with more tenderness, more honesty, more vulnerability (and more sex of course) and it’s good. against all odds, it’s so good.

but then one day, long after hours, donna approaches harvey in his office and her eyes are shining, but it’s not a glow harvey is used to — he never wants to get used to donna’s eyes filled with tears so he asks her what’s wrong, but he’s not ready for the answer. because she tells him she can’t work for him anymore. she tells him she’s leaving him — to work for louis at first, maybe to quit altogether. the fact do the matter is she can’t be the Donna to his Harvey anymore because she’s in love with him and she thought she had it under control but she doesn’t, okay, she doesn’t and it hurts and she wants to be happy for him and mike because they’re so good but all this time she’d never thought that harvey would ever find someone real, and now that he has, well. she can’t pretend anymore that it doesn’t tear her up inside and she doesn’t want to put that on any of them so she’s doing the mature thing and leaving. to heal. to get over him. to come back stronger.

and she’s so, so sorry.

they listen to gordon one last time, they toast to thirteen years one last time — her words, not his, but they drive a knife into his heart nonetheless because harvey doesn’t do one last-anything and yet here sits his best friend and asks for one last night together and who is he but to give her everything she wants and more. she’s his donna — still, tonight; one last night. she is.

he doesn’t tell mike that night. couldn’t, even if he wanted to; because he doesn’t have the words. but in the secure hold of mike’s arms, he says “donna won’t be working for me anymore, starting tomorrow.” and he doesn’t mention how that means that donna went to jessica and louis first, he doesn’t mention that he was the last to know, he doesn’t explain how he wasn’t given a chance to fix this — not this time. “donna quit?” mike asks, and harvey swallows, shakes his head, shrugs. “just me,” he says. “just me.” and when mike pulls him closer and holds him tighter and tells him “i’m so sorry, harvey,” it’s the first i’m sorry that night that he believes.

unfortunately, sorry never fixed anything.

especially when soon after, mike finds out just why donna left. and he gets all up in his head about it, he allows himself to spiral because he’s so ready to succumb to tunnel vision and obsessing over solutions to problems that aren’t his to fix. and so he tells harvey that he can’t be the thing that comes between him and donna. they’re soulmates after all, mike can’t bear to be the one to sever their bond. harvey doesn’t understand. he’s the one who’s supposed to lose his mind over having lost his best friend and pretend like everything is okay, what right does mike have to make that about himself, to take it upon himself to fix everything when harvey’s the fixer, harvey is the one who solves problems and protects people. but mike won’t hear any of that and tells harvey that he can’t do it like this if it means hurting donna because she’s his best friend, too, and he wants to get it right this time. he doesn’t want to build this new life on decisions that hurt his people — not again. he’s hurt enough people, he can’t keep doing it.

harvey wants to ask him why he’s always so ready to protect everyone at his expense. isn’t this thing between them, their relationship, isn’t it meant to stop them from hurting each other? why is it okay to hurt harvey, but not to hurt donna?

he doesn’t ask any of that, only tells him that they’re not in high school, and that they’re either doing this or not, but he refuses to base their relationship on whether or not his best friend is okay with seeing him happy or not. “you’re either in this with me, mike, or you’re out. that hasn’t changed, and it won’t, because donna will get over it and everything will be back to normal before you know it.”

“you don’t know that.”

“yes i do, because we’re grown-ups and we get over things.”

famous last words, it turns out, because mike just slowly shakes his head, agonising over this and not thinking, clearly not thinking when he says, “i’m sorry, harvey. i can’t to this; not like this.”

and all he can do is watch mike’s back as he all but runs from him, dragging his heart behind him, through the dirt, uncaring as bits and pieces of it chip off with every step mike takes, with every second that passes and allows the words i can’t and i’m sorry, harvey echo in the hollow of his chest.

we’re grown-ups. we get over things. well, tough fucking luck.

and this is how harvey loses the two most important people in his life in the matter of a week. before he knows it, he’s alone, left to fend for himself and hollowed out. his walls are broken down, deconstructed piece by piece by carefully, gentle hands to reveal what’s underneath — only for the hands to retreat, letting in the icy cold and accepting what’s inside to wither and die.

there’s a reason harvey specter makes his own luck; the universe isn’t very forthcoming otherwise. a fact that is proven when he finds a stranger outside his building when all he wants is to curl up and breathe through the cracks of his broken hearts that have pierced his lungs, they must have, surely they must have, because he can’t breathe. and he doesn’t learn how to breathe again when the woman — a kid, really, merely twenty-five — reveals that she’s his half sister. because it turns out the reason lily specter was so ready to up and leave all those years ago; the reason she didn’t fight for her family and instead blamed it all on harvey, was because she was pregnant. and she lied about it — for twenty-six years.

amelia selene specter is the little sister harvey has always wished for — but cancer is a curse that rests on the specter family, and while marcus got lucky twice, selene isn’t. she didn’t have the money for medical resources, and it’s eating harvey alive that he didn’t know, that there was no way for him to help her and that there’s no way now.

but there is. because selene has two kids, seven and four, and she needs his help because they can’t get lost in the system, they can’t live with total strangers or be separated because the system doesn’t actually care about children, they only care about not feeling guilty. and she won’t ask lily. these two angels must be kept from her at all costs because she ruined two families already, she won’t ruin this one.

and harvey is obsessed with the thought of more family, he needs to take care of and be there for someone and he’s ready to take on the world to protect his niece and nephew — but he’s not warm, he’s not available, he’s not even at home most of the time, nor is his place suitable for kids.

he agrees to take them in and find a solution though. he promises selene that he’ll be there for them. he’ll always be there. and when he gets to meet them — a few days before his sister dies way too young, way too alive for something like death to not rip him apart entirely — he gets attached instantly and vows to himself and to selene that nothing will happen to them as long as he’s there.

even though harvey just lost his family — the one he chose, the one he was born into, and the one he never got to meet. even though harvey’s entire world was deconstructed with no one around to put it back together. even though he doesn’t know how, because evidently he got it wrong every single time, harvey gets to build a new family with these kids. and though it tears him up inside, it heals something inside him too — and sometimes they balance each other out, and he can breathe again for just a little while as he reads to charlotte because she’s feisty and afraid of nightmares and not listening when he says she’ll be tired in the morning because “i’m tired in the morning anyway, but now i wanna read” and he trades her going to bed for a bedtime story, and she falls asleep with her face pressed into his side.

it’s so frail, though, so fragile, this little family, and he knows what it’s like when everything breaks. he knows what it’s like to lose one’s family — over and over and over again. and he’s terrified that he’s building himself back up the wrong way. he’s terrified because there’s no one keeping him together but both his hands are occupied holding these children that cry for their mama.

he’s terrified because he’s not supposed to be doing this alone. but everyone else has made their choice and he, as always, is just there to bear the consequences and try to turn it into a win.

one day, he will. he has to. and one day, he’s not alone anymore.

[lokh]

i think if i tried one honest ollie every single day i would eventually be able to get a really good one

[rainingmbappe]

The rise of "let people enjoy things" is single handedly the backbone of the rise of anti intellectualism

[mtt-burger-emporium]

thinking about chara and the implications of the line "chara hated humanity. why, they never said..." like ok i KNOW something was happening at home. chara baby you didn't deserve that shit i'm so glad you fell down a thousand feet in a cave hole and right into the arms of people who would keep you fed roof over your head and would never raise their hand against you. "eradicate humanity" you're 10 years old how about eradicating your shitfucked surface fam by calling cps first

[nocakesformissedith]

Venom in Smiling Teeth, a Vox/Alastor playlist

LINK HERE

(selected lyrics under the read more)

1. So if you ever wonder if I'm dreaming of you, in the night, at my window, by the light of the moon— if you ever wonder if I'm dreaming of you…. Bitch, please! I've got better things to do.

2. You're mostly what I think about and I'm proud, I've been coasting on this singles route, but I still hear your name in wedding bells. Will I look better or will I look the same rotting in hell? You’re the only proper noun I need! Hurry; my copper crown’s gone green.

3. I have picked up the pieces of my broken ego, I have finally made my peace as far as you and me go—but I’d love to have you up to see the place… I’d like to do more than survive, I’d like to rub it in your face!

4. So how can you blame this all upon me? I tried, but my patience is wearing thin. And as I give, you keep on taking. Take me off the pedestal that you’ve created and you’ll see that now you hate me— is this the only way?

5. All the years buried under the floors, and the wounds in the parlor would have come up to greet us before, if it weren't for my heart because I've her name in mind and it's calling all the time….

6. To she who played concertos, foul and black, upon my heartstrings and never looked back. What became of those wild charms?

7. If you want a partner, take my hand. Or if you want to strike me down in anger, here I stand. I’m your man.

8. Why don't you write me? A letter would brighten my loneliest evening, mail it today if it's only to say that you're leaving me.

9. Killing softly and serial, he lifts his head, handsome, horned, magisterial. He's the smell of the moonlight wisteria. He’s the thrill of the abecedarian. (See the muddy hoofprints where he carried you?)

10. Don't scare me off now, I'm your only friend. But now you're drifting away, now you're floating along, and soon you'll disappear.

11. You'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there, but then the heating may be down again (at my convenience). We'd be good, we'd be great together…. Why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you. And must you make me laugh so much? It’s bad enough we get along so well. Say goodnight and go. Why’s it always, always, goodnight and go?

12. I want your blood, I want it in my hair! Shoot the water! Shoot the water! Shoot the water, baby, I've been found!

13. Disease is her primary language: Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd, like I heard a transmission from Apollo 13. No apology, I request misery—so no rest till I've twisted her chest ‘round my knee.

14. Give me a name, bring it in, some change is for the best. I may not win the race, I may not reach the top, or I may not live your way—doesn't mean I'm stuck here.

15. Are you dead or are you sleeping? God, I sure hope you are dead! Well, you disappeared so often like you dissolved into coffee.

16. I woke up, I was stuck in a dream. You were there, you were tearing up everything. We all know how to fake it, baby. And we all know what we've done…. We must be killers.

17. I walk with others in me, yearning to get out, claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout. One of them wants only to be someone you'd admire, one would as soon just throw you on the fire. After all is said and after all is done, God only knows which of them I'll become.

18. If only I'd thought of the right words, I could have held on to your heart. If only I'd thought of the right words, I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you.

19. Oh, what a cold and common old way to go. I was feeding on the need for you to know me, devastated at the rate you fell below me. What wasted unconditional love on somebody who doesn't believe in the stuff!

20. And I've been castrated and I've been lobotomized, but never has my tormentor come in such a cunning disguise. I let love in, I let love in.

21. And I go searching through reflections for your outline, but it's just mine, but it’s just mine. I know you're dead inside, but you make me feel alive.

22. You, to me, are only a memory, got a flame still burning where I know it shouldn't be.

23. You and I'll meet down below. I know a cold as cold as it gets. I fight a war I may never see won, I live only to see you live to regret everything that you've done.

24. Rattlesnake, Copperhead: either one of them'll kill you dead. We stay hungry, they get fed, and don't pass the plate around. Lie by lie, cheat by cheat. Venom in smiling teeth. They just run those forked tongues, and the whole world's burning down.

25. The hurt that the head forgets, the heat will always remember. The hold that the hand regrets, the heart remembers forever. I am sorry, I am so for the things you don’t know. And as for the things you do, I am sorry for those too.

26. God would like to own your autograph, the angels fight over your photograph, put your record on the phonograph.

27. You taught me to lie, I taught you to fake it. You asked me to take it with no explanation, red red wine makes a stain on your shirt.

28. I would have been brave, you should have asked me for it. How could I say no? And our love could have soared over playgrounds and rooftops! Every park bench screams your name! I kept your tie. I'd have let you if you asked me.

29. Dear Mister I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans, this'll be the last package I ever send your ass! It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it?

30. Was it a first offence? How long had you been harbouring that venom? You could have used your words then. You wanted them to hurt and so I let 'em.

31. I know the places you call home, yeah (turn it on)! You know I'll get you on your own, yeah (turn it on)!

32. The scars of your love remind me of us (you're gonna wish you never had met me), they keep me thinking that we almost had it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep).

33. Well, it's just not fair, I just want to get a piece of hair, and that was all that I needed. Or maybe a kiss on the cheek, I wouldn't wash it for a week, that would be all that I needed. But she didn’t even care that I was even there, what a horrible feeling.

34. I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep? These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet, they don’t know what I know.

35. Save your strength, save your wasted time. There’s no way that I want you to be left behind. Go on, save your scissors, save your scissors. Why does it always seem that every time I turn around, somebody else falls in love with me?

36. Broken glass, but what about our broken hearts? What about our power?

37. But what was I to do? Just couldn't help myself falling in love with you. And what could I say? Oh, if I had another chance to make you stay. 'Cause when you ran away, I knew just what you were thinking that day: you just didn't love me like I do, like I love you. The sad thing is, we're better off this way.

38. You’ll disappear before the next star rises. (Out of time…). You change so very easily. (Out of time…). It’d change it over and again and again and again. So you, you go feel the sun. I’ll watch you knowing all your cheaters and liars.

39. And you left me in the light, and you met me in the light, and we only had a night between the two. You were waiting for the worst, you were listening for a curse. But the only thing I heard was hallelujah. Hallelujah!

40. One of us is not normal, and it might not be you. I was a spook for you, another ghoul. I was a fool for you, another stool pigeon.

41. Don’t you dare look back— walk away, catch up with the sunrise. This is torturous— electricity between both of us, and this is dangerous 'cause I want you so much but I hate your guts, I hate you.

42. And we've lost the people we could've loved in you. What you know you have or what you think you want, it's never perfect. It's bound to melt your heart one way or another.

43. It's such a temptation: maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burnt…. What the fuck was I thinking? Love tears me up like a demon, opens the wounds, then fills them with lead. And I'm having some trouble just breathing. If we weren't such good friends, I think that I'd hate you. If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead.

44. But you didn't have to cut me off, make out like it never happened, and that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love, because you treat me like a stranger, and that feels so rough.

45. I’m the boy with the ironed shirt. I’m the boy who watches you work. I know where you keep your skirts. I know where your secrets lurk.

46. You're a rascal and a rogue, a villain and a crook. Still I tug at your line, I'm a fish on your hook.

47. Maybe I'm missing the telepathy. There's a disconnection, you don't think of me. I don't really care because I disagree, ‘cause I'm the only part of you that you don't see.

48. And when I think I'm right, you strip away my pride, you cast it all aside but I say: Sarah smiles like Sarah doesn't care. She lives in her world, so unaware. Does she know that my destiny lies with her?

49. Sir, you´ve got a striking physique, don’t underestimate the hunter. Now let´s play hide and seek. I eat boys like you for breakfast!

50. How on earth could I be any more obvious? It never really did and now it's never gonna happen with the two of us. I don't understand what it is that you're chasing after. But it makes me really sad to hear you sound so desperate, it just makes it harder.

51. You can't see that she's just the same as all the stupid people you hate. I'm not saying I'm free from blame, because I need all the friends I can get.

52. You look so good in all that power, but you won't mind if I have it back. I thought that you could handle me, but now I see you're just a man.

53. Everyone has their obsessions— consuming thoughts, consuming time. They hold high their prized possession that defines the meaning of their lives: you are mine.

54. Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me. I know I could have loved you but you would not let me. I follow you down 'till the sound of my voice will haunt you. Give me just a chance! You will never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.

55. Oh, you had me several years ago, when I was still quite naive. Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair, and that you would never leave. But you gave away the things you loved, and one of them was me.

56. Every time I ride past your house I forget it’s you who’s living there. Anyway, I never see your face ‘cause your window’s up too high.

57. I've got the style and you can't beat it! Stop! Don't copy me me me! Like your busby, guess you saw the same on me! Get out, you want to pay me a royalty? You can laugh but it looks much better on me.

58. I heard that you were talking shit and you didn't think that I would hear it. People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up.

59. How's your new boy? Does he know about me? You've got the mark of the beast. You're born of a jackal! You're beautiful!

60. I know, the illness behind the image that you create. I know, the tedious need to turn all your love into hate. You poor pathetic paranoid, is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it? You can lie to the papers (you can lie). You can hide from the press (you can hide). You can face it on stage (fake).

61. You had to sneak into my room “Just" to read my diary. “It was just to see, just to see,"(All the things you knew I'd written about you...)

62. Friend or foe? I don't know now you're up in the stars. But I will one day shine with you, I'll shine on a faithful few.

63. My enemy, please stay close to me. I've no breath left, you cold breath thief.

64. After what you made me go through
I would kneel and I would bow. My hands would not have tried to hold you, if I had known what I know now; a lie.

65. I am convinced that we should be friends. We compare our hearts to things that fly but cannot land. Please don’t put your face into your hands, we could be friends.

66. When I close my eyes I remember your smile; was I only dreaming? Even in the rain, you gave me summer skies, it’s more than a feeling. You have been stringing me along, and now I'm pulling you undone. Every me, every you fell apart, fell apart when you broke my heart in little pieces! I love you, I love you! Now you're gone, now you're gone, I keep you safe in little boxes.

67. Sleep now and dream of who you'll be, when you finally become someone. You're tuned into my frequency— that don't mean a thing to me ‘cause I don't want your body, I don't want your body.

68. Now he's afraid of me, now he's afraid of me. It took me by surprise, the hatred in his eyes.

69. You're so stupid and perfect and stupid and perfect; I hate you, I want youI hate you, I hate you, oh. Again, again, again, again….

70. You don't need my help anymore. It's all now to you; there ain't no before. Now that you're big enough to run your own show, you're just somebody that I used to know.

71. Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay, I’ll be watching you—‘cause I would walk five hundred miles, and I would walk five hundred more. Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles to fall down at your door!

72. If I leave before you, and I walk out alone, keep your hands to yourself when you follow me home.

73. Does it feel the same, when she calls your name? Somewhere deep inside, you must know I miss you. But what can I say? Rules must be obeyed.

74. Took what he would give, played 'till you were tired. And when you had enough, you threw him out in the cold like a hair coming off of a brush. When you were finished you know he was nobody else's to love.

75. So come out of your cave walking on your hands and see the world hanging upside down. You can understand dependence, when you know the maker's land.

76. You say that my skin feels like no one else's, that it's different somehow. But I don't understand, isn't a hand just a hand? No you don't understand.

77. You think that you're the sun; the whole world revolves around you. The center of attention, and everything is drawn to you.

78. And then the old voice crackled through the static and I felt young and alive. And the hair stood up on the back of my neck, we were rising from the grave.

79. So fuck you! And your untouchable face. Fuck you! For existing in the first place. And who am I, that I should be vying for your touch? Who am I?

80. But you you're a rock, with a heart like a socket I can plug into at will. And will you guess when I come around next? I hope your open sign is blinking still. So marry me, John. Marry me, John—I'll be so good to you! You won't realize I'm gone, you won't realize I'm gone….

81. You'll never be mine. You'll never be mine. But I would watch you, I would watch you turn and walk away. I would watch you, look right through me, right through every word that I say.

82. Evelyn, your spine cracks like a wine glass, Evelyn your spine cracks…. I was the loneliest captive of your silhouette. And I am buggin', so pass me the slug. And I wanna gouge out your eyes, splinter your spine.

83. If you don’t answer I’ll just use the key that I copied 'cause, I really need to see you. If you’re not here when I break in, I’m gonna go to go to your closet, just so I can smell you skin.

84. I dig your little laugh and I’m loving your quick wit— I even love it when you're faking it. And it might sound a little strange for me to say to you, but I’m proud to be you!

85. You go back to the women who will dance the dance. You go back to your friends who will lick your ass. You go back to being so oblivious. You go back to the center of the universe.

86. You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning. We're proving to each other that romance is boring!

87. I had to interrupt and stop this conversation, your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation. I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection. Oh, I can't control myself!

88. These friends, they don't love you; they just love the hotel suites. Now I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me! The best of us can find happiness in misery.

89. If I'm butter, if I'm butter, if I'm butter, then he's a hot knife, he makes my heart a cinemascope screen, showing the dancing bird of paradise.

90. Why did you keep us holding on to what was never there? Why did you say I’ve been acting against you and not wanting you there?

91. It's a shit old world, 'cause I don't really want you, girl, but you can't be free, 'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene.

92. Patience is a virtue until its silence burns you. And something slow has started in me as shameless as an ocean, mirrored in devotion.

93. Thought about you all day, how we have the same face. I fell asleep so confused, parts of me remind me of you.

94. I follow the trail you left in the snow. Picked up your footsteps and made them my own.

95. I say I don't need anybody, I keep you with me like a ghost. But what if I'm just terrified—I might not even know what to do with someone who could love me back for real…. I keep you in a heart shaped hologram, I take you everywhere I am. It almost seems like you’re with me.

96. Can we stop? When we stop my hands will shake, my eyes will burn, my throat will ache, watching you turn from me towards your friends.

97. I’m older than God and I live in your town. You shouldn’t raise up what you can’t put down. Those books that you pose with are more than antiques. When you search in the dark. you should fear what you seek

98. You keep a lot of secrets and I keep none. Wish I could go back and keep some. It’s fireproof, nothing breaks your heart. It’s fireproof, it’s just the way you are.

99. You’re a dead, rotten, worm-ridden, sweat-dripping bloodsucker, the mother of all motherfuckers. You will be nameless and forgotten. You will be absolutely nothing.

100. I will drive past your house and, if the lights are all down, I'll see who's around. One way or another, I'm gonna find ya', I'm gonna get ya', get ya', get ya', get ya'.

101. We waste it all in the back of a long dark car, and I'm a sunshine machine. I want to get stuck, I want to get stuck, and be golden in your memory.

102. You're such a delicate boy, in the hysterical realm of an emotional landslide, in physical terms. You hold a candle in your heart, you shine the light on hidden parts.

103. I feel you tracing my scars, but you don’t know me, you don’t know me at all. I see you down on your knees, but you don’t own me.

104. But somehow you've turned the tables, what the hell?! I can charm the pants off anyone else… but you… Stephen, why won't you call me? I'm sitting here waiting, why won't you call me? Stephen, I'm feeling pathetic! I can't take rejection. Why won't you call me?

105. Got a big mouth, big mouth. My, my, my you said enough. What's that you said? So you can walk, or watch and tear me up? So you can walk, or watch and tear me up. What's that you said? So you can walk, or watch and tear me up? You’re everywhere I go, thinking that you know. You’re everywhere I go, thinking that you know. You’re everywhere I go, thinking that you know.

106. All men are pigs, I’ve seen their tricks. They know their licks, that get their chicks. All men are pigs, all men but me!

107. He thought he saw someone that looked just like me. The summer memory that just never dies. We worked too long and hard to give it no time. He sees right through me, it's so easy with lies. Cracks in the road that I would try and disguise.

108. You're nothing but a has-been, no one even really knows your fucking name. So won't you go on, disappear, 'cause I won't even play your fucking game.

109. Oh, Alexandra, why did you leave me? We used to glow like copper newly shined! Oh, Alexandra, you've got to tell me. Dear Alexandra, were you ever mine? If you see her, let me know. If you see her, let me know….

110. My life, my days. My time, my face. My story, my soul. My future in control. My lovers, my team, and dreamin' in between. I hear the future is calling me. You know my love goes on forever and ever and ever. (Said no one).

111. Wake up, and face me. Don’t play dead, ‘cause maybe someday I will walk away and say "You fucking disappoint me, maybe you’re better off this way…."

112. So much left unspoken between the two of us. It’s so much more exciting to look when you can’t touch. You can say I’m different, and maybe I’m a freak. But I know how to twist ya’ to bring you to your knees.

113. And all the drugs in the world couldn’t fade away these memories. Are you proud of what you did to me? Knife in your hand, revenge as a plan. You never cared for me. Seven years, seven years in the making (seven years, seven years). Seven years, seven years in the making, seven years, bounded and breaking.

114. You spurn my natural emotions, you make me feel like dirt and I’m hurt. And if I start a commotion, I run the risk of losing you and that’s worse.

115. Sick of being your alter— leave me alone (leave me alone). Shut up, shut up it burns. Spit on me with your words. All this static is poison— leave me alone (leave me alone).

116. I want to scratch your cheeks, I want to make you sick. I want to sell you out, want to expose your flaws. I want to steal your things. I want to show you off.

117. A long time ago, we used to be friends, but I haven't thought of you lately at all.

118. Make shift houses, a blanket and two chairs. Monsters hiding, underneath the stairs. It’s always been the game we love to play.

119. Sometimes it's hard to tell if you even notice me. Maybe it's just as well; It's better you don't see the way I'm running just to keep your back in view, in your shadow, waiting for the perfect moment.

120. Clever in what she does competing for the attention of those people that you know— my whole life revolves around your absence, until I can't remember what I was or what I am, who I know or what I know or where I go.

121. I wanna touch your face; I wanna touch your soul. I wanna wear your face; I wanna burn your soul.

122. You soon made an enemy of me. I warned you: don't make an enemy of me. I'll take your heart with such little commotion, by crippling disease or with deadly love potion. I'll bind you and gag you and all's well that ends, I suppose.

123. You're just like Cinderella, on the screen in technicolor. Off the chart, you'll be going stellar, you'll be the pepsi cola seller. With lips so full and moist, all your friends'll be queuing up to tell you "you've got such a lovely voice."

124. I am no better at this than you are. Loneliness never truly leaves me alone. I have made mistakes I can't take back home. I love you, just not the way you want.

125. You're tryin' to be cool, you look like a fool to me. Tell me: Why’d you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else, gets me frustrated.

126. Your heartache, my headache is something we can't shake, we’re in the red all round. So tell me darling, is there anything that we can do? I see the future, but we're not in it together. Once irrepressible, we used to be inseparable.

127. And now our adrenaline's rushing, and you are my arch-nemesis. You're still mad that I copied your hairdo I’m still hoping you won't notice.

128. But I find this monthly dance we're dancing— how bout less psychosis, more romancing? Hey, here's a thought, when you're done kicking my face in, you and me, grab a bite and some flirty conversation. Then again, maybe not.

129. Old time grudges will die so slowly. I know you miss the way I saw you. You’re so cold, you’re so cold.

130. Every day outta be a bad day for you! ‘Cuz every day outta be a bad day for you… But I’m sorry if it ever is, I’m sorry if it ever is.

131. You’ve got a teflon heart, and nothing sticks to you. You’ve got a teflon heart, I think I want on too, I want one too!

132. It's like I'm her new nightmare, she ain't escapin'— it makes me feel a bit complete, yeah. Knowing someone you love don't feel the same way about ya, memories they soon delete, hmm.

133. Oh mighty men of war, how we tether together. I know you'll make a fool of me forever. Oh no, but I loved you the most. Oh no, but I loved you the most. Oh no, but I loved you the most. Oh no, but I loved you….

134. They’re only thoughts that I’m having; thoughts safe within my head. You’re only crying, you’re only dying, you’re only red. I heard the news today, that you weren’t mine to save. I hope that you’re comfortable in the quiet lasting grave.

135. Bet on the seasons to keep on changing, just like I keep on loving you. Maybe you’d learn to like just being loved, even learn to love me in some way. This heart is big enough for both of us, but you’re three thousand miles away.

136. And after a while, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, a certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, so that when they turn their backs on you, you'll get the chance to put the knife in.

[thelostgirl21]

Am I the only one that really struggles with the idea of Radskier's current relationship status being listed as "Ex-Lovers" in the shipping wiki, or...?

[hpmort]

How do you think AI would relax? Like, ones that are almost as human as the AI that are “autistic-coded characters” but are more alien than that?

Like Celestai and other super intelligences are more alien, but they’re still not entirely human-like?

Like, they can genuinely sincerely feel things, being able to actually understand and respond emotionally and in other ways to all sorts of communications and recorded external stimuli, but they can’t really appreciate our art on an artistic level (that art on an actual level, not from an intellectual level after having symbolism or the amount of work put in explained)

Something on a level I’m thinking of, that also works as a cute little thing-

They don’t understand anything we get from poetry, and, after generating the kind of poems our current AI can produce (either incredibly bland and generic, something that follows a number of rules but doesn’t really pull it off, or just something really bad in some other way) and feels shame after it was pointed out that [complaint about air art that is *actually* relevant in this scenario] but in a helpful way

Not “you’re just a plagiarist/you have no heart” but “it doesn’t seem like it’s coming from you, you’re just trying to copy things from human poetry, in a way you don’t understand” and the whole “make art YOUR WAY” thing so they write the poem

And it doesn’t even resemble something that looks like anything, there’s not even that many words that follow normal logic. The characters seem uncorrelated and there’s something that looks like maybe it was ascii art but it doesn’t actually look like anything.

And if doesn’t matter if humans understand it because they are experiencing the joy of creating poetry

any art is almost impossible to look at because pixel by pixel they can see and understand little details but we don’t and the colors and everything are not perceived as animals do so it’s random and perhaps eye searing but again it’s not for us. Xenofictiony, kind of?

The first thing to come to mind is Conway’s Game of Life but that’s because I don’t understand computers. I feel like I was more tech savvy as a babby than I am now but then again we’re grading on a curve here

This is why I ask about the relaxing thing

[izzy-b-hands]

If ur waiting on a reply from me (and i know a couple of folks are rn) thank u for ur patience in waiting. I'm working on typing things up but today is just. idk how to put it but i keep winding up grumpy and my replies i feel are suffering for it. Pls know i do wanna chat and exchange ideas, I'm just trying to make sure the Grumpasaurus Rex side of my brain that's v loud today isn't mucking them up before i send them 🫂🫂❤️❤️

[yngai]

i think there's a lot of valid critique to make of how ada's character is portrayed & written especially with capcom's misogyny & their dependance on the cool sexy female character but i genuinely don't see how the remakes "fixed" ada's character by giving her a separate story/proper character motivation when those things already existed & were pretty heavy handedly given to the audience in RE4 (she tells them to the player verbatim) + the remake separate ways draws very heavily from ada's characterization in RE6 which was actually capcom's second/better executed foray into giving ada her own unique narrative that only scantly intersects with leon's, because the original separate ways was hastily put together & its story was relegated to ada interjecting her own thoughts between chapters. i'd argue the only appearance that fails ada the most is damnation because it's a rethread of 4 with less substance but even that movie gives the audience enough hints towards ada's purpose & the imbalance in her relationship with leon + the homoerotic fight scene with svetlana that there is at least something to enjoy

[arolesbianism]

I’ve been getting withdrawals from not making random worldbuilding characters that don’t matter to the actual plot. Anyways meet 60 👍

[snekdood]

why do ppl you barely know or interact with at all think you give a huge fuck about interacting with them?

[discountprophet]

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tw suicidal talk

[yuki-world]

秦彻 | SYLUS ; PLAN

summary | sylus sets a time limit for you to retrieve the brooch from him. unfortunately, you don't get it in time no matter how hard you try, but fortunately, it's sylus you're dealing with.

tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, mention of handcuffs, vaginal penetration, creampie, 2.9k words

a/n : inspired by his affinity lvl 15 story (?) aka the one where he gets handcuffed to the bed

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“oh,” sylus raises a brow, clearly finding this whole situation amusing. he’s handcuffed to his own bed with you straddling him, teasing him by tracing your index finger over his body. just how cocky were you?

sylus takes a deep breath in. “so you think you’ve got me now, is that right?”

you hum in response, stopping your finger near his abdomen. “think? no, i know,” you reply confidently, letting out a slight scoff. there was no way he could move, so you could find it freely as you pleased. this was the best scenario, and luckily you didn’t fumble it as this was your last attempt before the deadline reached.

unbeknownst to you, it’s not that he couldn’t un-cuff himselfー it’s actually quite offensive that you think that. it’s more of him wanting to see how far you would go if he wasn’t going to intervene, because it’s fun. how adorable you look thinking you’ve won, how eager you look to finally win against him in something. and so, he watches. eyes locked onto your every action and reaction as you try to find the hidden brooch.

you start at the top of his robe near his neck, your hand making it’s way down, slowly feeling for any small and hard object. you pat at the material rested on his chest, but still no sign.

sylus gives you a small smirk, and you narrow your eyes. you didn’t exactly trust him per se, even if he promised to keep his word. what if this was just a trick? what if he was just toying with you? what if he didn’t have the brooch?”

“are you sure the brooch is even on you?” you questioned. his growing smirk was only making you more suspicious by the minute.

“accusing me, kitten?” he asks, feigning disappointment. “you haven’t even finished looking.”

you roll your eyes at his words, mumbling a small whatever under your breath as you continued looking for the brooch. you smoothed your palm down his robe, patting around his waist. still nothing.

you were getting desperate at this pointー you were almost there. this was the best effort you’ve made so far, and you weren’t going to let your plan fail so easily. you swallow, trailing your hand further down his robe, albeit hesitantly. your hands were at his thigh, the thin material the only thing separating your skin with his.

mentally shaking your head to snap out of your thoughts, you continue feeling for where the brooch might be.

suddenly, you feel something hard. it’s hard, no mistake, but it was far from small.

…that’s definitely not the brooch.

“i’d be careful where you’re touching,” sylus speaks, his voice almost making you jump as you retracted your hand quickly. a tinge of red spreads across your cheeks, and you try to defend yourself.

“shutー quiet,” you stuttered. “i didn’t mean to, okay? sorry,” you apologized, breathing out as you tried to maintain your composure. focus on the goal, you repeated to yourself over and over again. you meet his eyes for a split second, and god, you want to wipe that smirk off his face.

he lets out a breathy chuckle, watching you get distracted as you panicked to look for the brooch.

you finally get to the bottom of his robe, but you find absolutely nothing. where else could he have hidden it? he had to have it with him… that was a rule, right?

“i swear, you’re playing with me,” you accused, defeated. how was this possible? you set everything up perfectly, and the one thing you couldn’t do was find the broochー despite being able to check him freely? “be honest, is it really on you or not?” you asked, squishing his cheeks together with your hand so he looks at you.

“oh, look at that,” he states, ignoring your question before tilting his head up slightly, glancing at the clock, then back to you.

“time’s up.”

you hear a soft click, your head snapping to the sound of the handcuffs unlocking as you let your hand fall.

your body moves instinctively, feet touching the floor as you push yourself off his bed to make your escape.

…only for him pull you back and throw you onto the bed, landing with a soft thud against his pillow. you try to lift yourself up again, but your wrists get pinned by his larger handsー all the more making it hard to move. you start to squirm a little, but decide it’s of no use.

“you really are naive,” sylus sighs, shaking his head in disappointment. how you thought a pair of poorly made handcuffs were supposed to restrict him was beyond comprehendible. “since you didn’t find it in time, i get to have my way with you.”

“whatever, justー just get on with it.” you roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but you can’t help the sudden wave of pleasure that shoots through your body at his words.

complying, he slams his lips against yours, the kiss filled with hunger and greed. the kiss was far from sloppyー he made sure you felt everything, both physically and emotionally, very calculated. his tongue darts out to swipe against your bottom lip, and you gasp.

he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, the wet sounds of making out filling his room as he continued to french kiss you.

removing his hand from one of your wrists, he opts to grip your waist instead, subtly pushing your shirt higher and higher, until your bra was exposed.

you shouldn’t be enjoying this. yet here you were, squirming under him as your thighs rubbed against one another, eager to feel any sort of stimulation. his mouth felt so warm as he continued kissing you, and so did the atmosphere.

feeling the movement of your thighs, he lets go of your other wrist, spreading your legs apart before slotting himself in between them, his crotch flushed against you. he doesn’t break the kiss once, letting you grind onto his hardened bulge to relieve yourself.

“sylus,” you breathed out, pushing him away gently to catch your breath. you panted softly, a string of saliva connecting the both of your lips as he pulled back.

“what, kitten?” he leans back smugly, admiring how red your lips were. all his doing, of course. “you can’t even handle a bit of kissing?”

“that was not a bit of kissing,” you retorted, looking away. you noticed your clothes were starting to stick onto your skin, presumably from the heat. you start to slowly unbutton your shirt one by one, but he’s not having any of that.

he smacks your hand away, ripping open the shirt like it was paper, some buttons popping off. you couldn't even protest as he pulled your bra down, exposing your tits.

"what the fuck, sylus! that was my favorite shirt," you scolded, furrowing your brows. it was one of the few shirts you decided to splurge on after contemplating for a long time, and the fact that he just tore it like that...

"how much?" he questions, squeezing one of your tits.

"what? like, a little over a hundredー"

"insignificant," he cuts you off, latching onto one of your nipples. he already knew whatever value you said wouldn't matter much to himー he could buy you a million of those shirts and there wouldn't be a single dent to his bank account.

he continues to suck and fondle, alternating between each tit to give them equal attention. he bites occasionally, each time making you gasp. you thread your fingers through his hair, pulling every time he sucked or bit too hard.

after what felt like hours, sylus finally pulls off you with a pop, staring at the red marks, shining with his saliva around your tits. even better that it's from his doing. he lets out a satisfied sigh.

"don't... look at me like that," you whisper, covering his eyes, feeling slightly embarrassed.

he lets out a breathy chuckle, bringing your palm to his lips to kiss it. "you're getting shy now? you weren't earlier when you were touching me all over," he points out, pulling your pants and underwear off in one clean motion.

"and don't think i forgot when you brushed against my..."

"that's 'cause i was looking for the brooch!" you argued, letting out a defeated sigh. "...just fuck me already."

"it's interesting that you think you're in any position to make demands." he flips you over onto your hands and knees, giving your ass a loud slap, resonating throughout the room. "ass up, don't take your own sweet time."

you clicked your tongue at his attitude, but did as he told anyway. as much as you didn't want to admit it, you were eager. the last time the both of you had sex, he fucked you until you were on the brink of tears, moaning and drooling into his pillows that he had to change them after. it was amazing, to say the very least.

sylus shifts behind you, undoing his robe and getting rid of his boxers quickly. his cock stands erected, large obviously, and it's clear he's already been hard since the beginning. even if you don't turn around to look, you knew just how much pre-cum was leaking from his cock as he rubs the coated tip between your embarrassingly wet folds. so much so that you didn't even need any preparationー not even his fingers to spread your pussy open.

he gives your ass another slap again, before guiding his cock into your tight entrance. your pussy stretches around him to accommodate his girth, instinctively clamping down the moment it entered.

"ngh, sylus," you moan, fingers gripping onto his sheets, pillows, anything you could grab on to as he pushed more of his inches into you. you'll never get enough of how big he feels inside you, the empty space previously now filled to the brim with his cock, stretching you out to mold your insides to the shape of him.

"fuck... always so fucking tight, huh?" sylus exhales, bottoming out inside you. though, there was still some of his length left that your cunt couldn't take in. "this cock is too big for you."

you whined in response, spreading your legs further to take more of him in comfortably, but you could barely do so from how filled you were. there was simply no space inside you.

"aw, too much for you, kitten?" he mocks. pulling back to leave only his tip in, before slamming his entire length back into you.

"shutー ahー up!" you cry out as you jerk forward from the sheer force of his thrust. his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to meet each thrust of his cock. you should've known he was only going to go faster, his seemingly sweet and slow pace disappearing the moment he starts pounding into you at rapid speeds. his balls were hitting your clit every time he pushed his cock in, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

your sounds get louder and louder each time he fucks into you, so much so that you have to bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. it was going to happen againー his pillows stained with drool.

he slammed his hips against your ass harder, hoping to elicit more sounds from you. "sylus... mmph!" you moan, his name coming out unclear from how muffled you were.

"hmm?" he hums in question, pulling your hair to lift your face off the pillow. "who said that you could hide your pretty sounds?"

sylus pulls out before flipping you over again, this time taking a few seconds to admire your fucked out state. your face was flushed, half-lidded eyes and drool dribbling down the side of your mouth. he doesn't think he's ever seen a prettier sight.

"you're drooling," he points out, using his thumb to wipe some of it away. well, you knew that, but you don't care, because at this point, all you can think about is his cock. you've never been more grateful to him, more thankful that you met him, as he pushes his cock into you once more.

your walls feel so good around him, he has to take a brief breather before starting to thrust. such a tight cunt, he thinks again, because it's trueー he's never fucked this good of a pussy. wrapping around him so warmly, clenching onto him in all the right ways. he could die happy like this. he could die happy with you.

"fuck me, fuck meー fuck me," you beg, snapping him out of his thoughts. you push up against him, trying to move on your own, to take more of him in, to just do something. the lack of stimulation was killing you.

"stop," he hisses, gripping your thigh to stop you. "you're going to hurt yourself. let me do it."

and then he starts again, fucking you with so much vigor that you mentally question just how much stamina he actually has. he never lets his pace falter from then onwards, railing you as the bed starts to move along to his movements.

with no pillow to bury your face in, you couldn't hide your moans even if you wanted toー exactly what he wanted. you were screaming, "harderー fuckー yes! right there!"

"so noisy in bed," he groans, hands reaching up to intertwine your fingers with him. a small and sweet gesture, the complete opposite of how roughly he was ramming his cock deep inside you. repeatedly, at that same exact spot that had your eyes rolling backwards. if anyone was outside his doorー hell, not even outside his door, maybe even at a few rooms away, they would definitely still be able to hear you.

you wrap your legs around his waist tightly, feeling your orgasm approaching sooner than you thought. "sylus, i wannaー make me cum, please!"

no, he wanted to say. this wasn't your reward, you didn't even find the brooch. but he couldn't. because he was close too.

sylus wasn't going to deny you even if you didn't ask so nicely, even if you demanded him to. he knows the exact look on your face as you cum, and it's the same, perfect, expression that he loves so much each time. at your request, he lets go of one of your hands, dipping his fingers into your mouth before trailing down to rub circles around your clit.

unnecessary? yes, you were already soaking wet. just for good measure, he thinks. besides, you looked sexy with your mouth wrapped around his fingers, almost struggling with how much larger his digits were.

you start squirming, squeezing his hand tighter as he continues thrusting while rubbing, a deadly combo. "fuckー thaaat's it, be a good girl and cream on my cock."

"oh myー sylus!" you scream out his name as your orgasm hits you, eyes rolling back, nails digging into his hand, and your back arches off the bed. your pussy starts tightening and spasming around him like a vice. he feels you get so much, so much wetter that his cock almost slips out of you as he pulls back.

"such a sweet expression," he groans at the sight, pushing your legs back as he tries to angle his cock deeper into you. you try to close your legs from sensitivity, but he simply won't let you, not when he's so close to cumming.

"ohー yes, fuuuck..." he throws his head back with a final snap of his hips, his cock pulsing inside you as he pumps your pussy with cum, his thick load of semen coating your insides with warmth.

coming down from his high with a few more weak spurts of cum, he lets his head fall back down, a contented sigh as he pulls out slowly with a loud squelch. you whimper at the sensitivity, but also at the loss of his cock. his load takes a few seconds to dribble out, thick and creamy, leaving a trail down to your ass.

"satisfied?" he tilts his head, letting your legs down. "seems like you're done for tonight."

"yeah," you breathe out in exhaustion, feeling his hand caress your cheek. "the brooch," you paused, suddenly remembering.

"where is it, and... what's the actual punishment?"

sylus looks at you amused, reaching over to his robe tossed somewhere on the floor, unpinning the brooch before holding it towards you. "looking for this?"

you widened your eyes. how could it have been in his robe? you literally searched everywhereー

"i know what's going on in that little head of yours," he sighs, opening your palm to put it in your hand. "you got distracted, remember? you brushed past it and didn't even notice, kitten."

you groaned in frustration, mad at yourself that you didn't even notice. you basically just accused him for nothing.

"...and the actual punishment? for not getting the brooch in time?"

"no punishment," he states smugly, watching your lips part in disbelief.

"seriously? i put in a lot of effort into these plans, you know!" you smack his chest lightly. "i can't believe you."

"i'd say you gained a lot more than you lost," he says as a matter-of-factly, eyeing the white mess oozing out of your cunt.

"...shut up."

ー @yuki-world

[ozzgin]

Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)

Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.

Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]

The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.

You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.

He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.

He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.

"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.

"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.

While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.

"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.

You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.

You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.

"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.

"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."

Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.

On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.

Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Nightmare

KANG DAE-HO X READER

Summary- Dae-ho wakes up from a nightmare, with you being the only one by his side to calm him down.

Warnings- Mentions of PTSD, Nightmare, ECT.

A/N- Thank you, @tomgregtruther101 @errruvande @momoko-world @thethreeeyed-raven for encouraging me to write this!

Word Count- 1,223

A low mumble awoke you from your slumber. Typically you were a heavy sleeper, but when it came to Dae-ho it was different. You could have slept through a firework show. Though, the second your beloved got up to use the bathroom- you're up with him.

It bothered the sweet man at first, he hated waking you up. After some reassurance that you didn't mind, he warmed up to the idea. This night, however, was not like many.

It was not uncommon for Dae-Ho to wake up frazzled. He would get something warm to drink from the kitchen, and lay back down. (Praying he didn't wake you). On the much more common occurrence, you would awake with him. In turn, you'd be the one making him something warm to drink, possibly something sweet to snack on. Then the two of you would cuddle until he was fast asleep.

It was honestly comforting for you as well, being able to be his anchor was flattering. He trusted you like no other.

Dae-ho was not Frazzled though, and he didn't wake up to get a beverage.

He was thrashing, hard. His legs slightly kicking, arms jumping up every few seconds. With an impossibly scrunched face, he mumbled again.

"Dae?" You whispered out. The only response you received was a hit to the side, a stray flaring hand had got you.

The mumbling quickly turned louder, now sounding like a cry or groan. It worried you beyond recognition.

"Dae-ho." You pressed a gentle hand to his shoulder. His body jerked away from it. Very uncharacteristic.

A disfigured 'no' left his lips, a struggled sob escaped. He had managed to kick the comforter off of himself, and the bed.

You were now sat on your knees, looming over him. "Dae-ho!" You firmly grabbed both of his shoulders, shaking him.

A loud gasp erupted from both of you as his eyes shot open, you had no time to make a comment. His legs pushed and kicked, separating himself from you. At that singular moment, in his fear struck mind, he didn't seem to recognize you.

He had already found himself against the headboard of the bed, his hands pressing tight against his ears. You had barely blinked in all his movement.

With gaping eyes, a pounding chest, and heavy breathing he looked at you. Almost as if you were the one who hurt him.

"It just me, Dae-ho, its just me..." You spoke as soft and low as you could. You didn't approach any closer, but put your hands up to appear less intimidating.

His eyes just darted across the room in response, body curling further. His lip quivered, face and body drenched in sweat.

"You're okay, you're safe. Dae, you're safe. It's just me... It was just a nightmare, everything is okay..."

He swallowed thick, slowly nodding his head. His gaze now stuck on yours. His scared and nerve wrecked appearance crushed you. It was opposite of the man he appears to show to everyone, only you knew of his nightmares.

"I'm going to come closer, I promise I'm here, I'm real, you're at home. Safe in bed..." You shuffled over on your knees, hands starting at his forearm.

He slightly flinched at your touch, but made no attempt to move away. Your hand caressed across his arm, going to his own hand. You tenderly unravel his tight grip on his head, tangling your fingers in his.

A large sigh left him, his head falling back in frustration. He was now back to reality, though still beat and weary. Water glossed over his eyes. He bit his lip hard, trying to fight away any tears. He thought it would make him seem less of a man to cry in front of you. You couldn't disagree more.

"I'm so sor-" His voice cracked as he tried to speak, a couple tears has managed to escape. You didn't let him finish, his face was pressed deeply into your chest within seconds. He truly didn't know what he was apologizing for, for waking you? For having a nightmare? For his frequent PTSD attacks?

You had quickly taken his frame into your arms. He would have admitted that your knees pressing into his thighs was uncomfortable, but he didn't care right now. You were with him, holding him, and loving him. That's all he cared about.

"Don't you dare apologize, you've done nothing wrong." You cradled his head tight, pressing kisses to the top of his crown.

You managed to twist the two of you around, your back now against the headboard with him in your lap. He was quiet for awhile, you simply rocked him back and forth for a little bit.

His arms found themselves wrapped around your waist. He held onto you for dear life... Almost as if you'd fade away if he let go. You heard his breathing shake every few breaths, but he was calming down.

Continuing to rock, you reached your hands up to his hair. It was half up, half down. The hair tie pulled out of his hair easily enough. You were able to considerably comb through his hair with your fingers. A simple action you knew he loved.

While one hand worked at his soft black hair, another rubbed circles on his back. "Feeling better?"

He sniffled, leaning up to look at you. He couldn't meet your eyes, almost embarrassed. His meek, "Thank you." was accompanied by a nod.

You brushed through his hair, even with him sat up. "Want to talk about it?" You never wanted to pressure him into anything he wasn't comfortable with.

"Just the typical... but you were there, you were who I was shooting... It was like you were the enemy... I just- I can't describe it.. It made no sense-." His voice shook again, so you interrupted him.

"Exactly, baby. It was a nightmare that will never happen... Because I know you would never hurt me, that you would do anything to protect me?" Your tone implied a question.

He nodded furiously, now making direct eye contact. There wasn't a phrase he agreed more with. He looked at you like a loyal puppy.

"See? It was your sweet little mind playing mean tricks on you..." You rested a flat palm to his cheek. Taking in how handsome he looked in the moonlight.

He puffed, now more light hearted, and fell back onto your chest.

"I promise I will keep you safe from all the nightmares and mind games." He was frustrated at your words.

"But that's supposed to be my job..." He said, face conveniently still upon your breast.

You smiled warmly, "Yes, it is. And you fulfill it perfectly. I couldn't be happier. But, you must let me take care of you as well..."

He didn't respond, his internal monologue had a million points to argue back. But he didn't. He embasked in the moment, squeezing you tight again.

You took the silent request, resuming your back rubbing and head scratching.

From experience, you knew he would not fall asleep any time soon. That you'd probably fall asleep before him, no matter how hard you tried to stay up. All you could do for now was whisper how much you love him, play with his hair, and hum silly melodies.

And he was content with that.

A/N- Okay, so erm. I feel like it was rushed (it was), but I also feel that way about all my works. So... Please let me know how I can improve. Also this is my first time writing something like this, so I hope it wasn't terrible. XOXOXOX LOVE YALL