#I am gonna be taking a small break from gaming to take care of other stuff in my life atm

[famewolf]

I really said 'this game is my full time job'

my next playthrough I'll be trying to 100% the achievements, but 75% my first run is pretty darn good!

[theemporium]

putting up the christmas tree with quinn hughes pls 🥰

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

series masterlist

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“You really didn’t have to come.”

“Did you not want me here?” 

“I—no. Wait, yes but—”

“It’s your family’s Christmas tradition,” Quinn interrupted, shooting you a look that felt more amused than exasperated. “Did you really think I was going to miss it?”

“You have a game in two days,” you deadpanned. 

“This may surprise you but I am aware of that fact,” Quinn retorted, his lips twitching upwards when you lightly smacked his arm in response. But he caught your hand before you could pull back, pulling you closer to him. “Babe, I wasn’t gonna miss this for the world. We used to join in all the time when we were kids.”

“Yes. When we were kids. And weren’t proper adults with proper jobs that require proper rest,” you grumbled. “Plus, my parents don’t care. It’s been years since—”

“It has been years but this year is different,” Quinn acknowledged with a small nod. “This year, I’m more than just a family friend. I’m your boyfriend. I want us to be a part of each other’s lives and traditions, even if it means flying out in the middle of a three day break just for one event. You’re important to me and I want to show that.”

Your face softened completely, something in your chest tightening at the small but genuine smile on his lips. “Fuck, now I look like a dick for trying to make you stay with the team.”

Quinn huffed out a laugh. “It’s cute you care about the team so much.” 

“They are a part of your life,” you countered, throwing his own words back at him. “Of course I care about them.” 

Quinn’s smile widened. “See? You’re starting to get it.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, playfully rolling your eyes before shoving him in the direction of the door. “If you wanna help, you can go help grab all the boxes from the garage.” 

It didn’t take too long for all the boxes to be brought into the house, stacked up in the living room before your mother started allocating everyone jobs. You shrieked when Quinn slipped his cold hands under your shirt, sending a shock through your system before you shoved him away and pushed the tangled Christmas lights into his hands as retaliation. The boy only grinned wider in response.

Memories flashed through your mind about spending Christmas with the Hughes family when you were younger and lived right next door. Your parents always taking over the decorating once the rest of you got bored, the tantrums and arguments on who got to put the star at the top, the cookies that Luke always managed to get an extra one of (your mother always gave in to his puppy dog eyes). 

Those memories were fond but you think you liked this better, watching the way Quinn joked around with your family and took the playful chirps in good stride before dishing them out just as good. It felt different to your childhood, it felt like a new tradition that you were eager to do every year in the future. 

“My side looks way better than yours,” Quinn stated confidently as he settled into the spot next to you, his arm thrown over your shoulders to tug you into his side with ease. 

You snorted, lightly elbowing him. “You’re lucky you’re good at hockey because your eye for detail is abysmal.” 

“College girl showing off her fancy vocabulary,” Quinn teased before leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “S’fine, I’ve got years to practice. Your parents are going to be begging for me to decorate the whole tree alone in no time.” 

You shook your head fondly. “So humble.”

He beamed. “Always.”

“Stick to your day job, Hughes.” 

“I take it back, I’m not sharing my cookies with you anymore.”

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[moonlitsmile]

could you do a jun ho (policeman squid game) fic: something like she's an officer as well and is good at her job but she's clumsy. like she can do a full on chase of a criminal and catch them, but she can't hold a cup coffee without dropping it.

and like jun ho has like a spidey sense for her and always just knows when she's gonna trip and just silently helps her.

(would to love them have an bubbly extrovert/calm introvert dynamic)

steady hands

hwang jun-ho x bubbly extrovert reader

꣑୧ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | reader is great at catching criminals but terrible at holding a coffee cup or anything in particular. Luckily, Jun-ho always seems to know when she’s about to slip up, silently stepping in to help her. Maybe it’s just good instincts—or maybe he just likes looking out for her.

no use of y/n !

she sprinted down the narrow alleyway, her breath steady despite the rapid pace. The suspect, some low-level thief who had decided to make a run for it instead of cooperating was fast, but not faster than her. Her boots pounded against the wet pavement as she closed the distance. The moment he tried to jump a chain-link fence, she lunged, grabbing the back of his jacket and yanking him down. They tumbled to the ground, but she was already twisting, pinning him down with a firm knee against his back.

“Bad ideaaa,” she muttered, putting the cuffs on him.

From the other end of the alley, Jun-ho ran down, his usual unreadable expression in place. “Fast as always,” he remarked.

She smiled, standing up. “Of course. What, did you think I’d let him get away?”

Jun-ho gave her a once-over, his gaze subtly flicking down to her feet. she blinked.

“What?”

Before she could process his reaction, her foot slipped on the same wet pavement she had just chased a criminal across. A yelp escaped her as she felt herself going down, but before she could hit the ground, a firm grip caught her wrist, steadying her.

She looked up to see Jun-ho sighing, his hold on her casual but practiced, like he’d been expecting it.

“You just arrested a guy, but standing still is what trips you up?” he asked dryly.

She groaned. “I hate you.”

“You say that, but this is the third time this week.”

She muttered something under her breath and dusted herself off as he let go, shaking his head before turning to haul their suspect to his feet. Jun-ho didn’t say anything else, but there was an amused glint in his eyes as they walked back toward the patrol car, one that told her he was keeping score.

And, knowing him, he always would.

-

Back at the station, she walked through the front doors, all bright energy and smiles as she greeted every single person she passed.

“Morning! Love the new tie!”

“Hey, Minji! Did your kid win his soccer game?”

“Ooh, Detective Park, I see you went for the new haircut! Bold choice!”

Jun-ho followed behind her, watching as she effortlessly spread sunshine through the grim station. It was a contrast to his own usual silence, but he’d grown used to her presence. It was like standing next to a small storm—unpredictable, clumsy, but somehow warm.

She swung by the break room to grab a cup of coffee, and the second Jun-ho saw her pick it up, he sighed.

“Careful—”

Too late.

The cup tilted in her grasp. He didn’t even think, just stepped forward, catching it right before the hot liquid could spill over her hands. With practiced ease, he steadied her grip and handed it back.

She let out an awkward laugh. “Wow, I am really on a roll today.”

Jun-ho raised an eyebrow. “Today?”

“Okay, okay, this week. Month. Year-whatever!” she huffed, taking a sip of her coffee like that would erase the evidence.

-

Later, when they were reviewing case files at her desk, she reached for a pen, only to accidentally knock over her entire stack of papers. scattering everywhere, and before she could even react, Jun-ho was already crouching down to gather them up.

“You must have a sixth sense for my disasters,” she mused, watching as he calmly handed the files back to her.

He gave her a look. “It’s called being prepared.”

She grinned. “Sure, Spidey-sense.”

He shook his head but didn’t deny it.

A few nights later, they were on patrol together when they stopped by a food stall for a quick break. She ordered two fish cakes, offering one to him despite knowing he’d say no. Jun-ho never ate much during shifts, but she liked offering anyway.

As expected, he shook his head, and she happily took a bite of hers, humming at the taste.

Then, just as they were about to head back to their car, her foot caught on a slightly uneven part of the sidewalk.

It happened so fast—one second she was standing, the next she was stumbling forward, fish cake in one hand, embarrassment in the other.

Jun-ho was there before she even had a chance to fall.

One hand caught her arm, the other braced her shoulder. He barely reacted, like stopping her from face-planting was the most normal thing in the world.

She blinked up at him.

“You good?” His voice was as calm as ever.

She let out a breathy laugh, standing up straight. “You’re gonna start charging me for this at some point, aren’t you?”

Jun-ho considered it for a moment. “Maybe.”

She nudged him. “Well, too bad, you’re stuck with me.”

He sighed, but there was a small, almost amused smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” he said. “I know.”

-

It was supposed to be a simple stakeout.

A simple drug bust, nothing too flashy, a quick in-and-out operation. she had been sitting in the passenger seat of an unmarked car with Jun-ho, sipping on yet another cup of coffee -that he had silently repositioned in the cup holder to avoid potential disaster- She had been making small talk, trying to coax more than two word answers out of him, when everything went sideways. The suspect they were tailing suddenly bolted, sprinting down a dark alley. Instinct kicked in before orders could even be given, she was already throwing open the car door and chasing after him, her adrenaline kicking in.

Jun-ho was right behind her.

The chase was fast, her feet pounding against the pavement as she dodged stuff in the way. She caught up just as the suspect tried to climb over a fence. Without hesitation, she grabbed him, yanking him back- and then suddenly, pain.

The man lashed out blindly, a rusted metal pipe swinging toward her midsection. She barely had time to react before the pipe slammed into her ribs, knocking the air from her lungs.

Jun-ho saw it happen.

Before the suspect could raise the weapon again, Jun-ho was there, moving quickly. One swift hit sent the pipe clattering to the ground. The man barely had time to process what was happening before Jun-ho had him restrained, his jaw clenched, his movements tighter, sharper than usual. By the time backup arrived, the suspect was cuffed, and Jun-ho was already kneeling next to her.

“You okay?” His voice was low, steady. but his eyes scanned her with an intensity that made her stomach flip.

She wheezed out a laugh. “That… hurt. Ow.”

He frowned. That was not an answer.

His hands hovered near her side, hesitating. “Let me see.”

“I’m fine, really—”

He ignored her, gently pushing her jacket aside. Even through her shirt, she could feel the bruising forming along her ribs. His jaw tensed as he took in the damage.

“You’re not fine.”

She gave him a sheepish smile. “Well, not great either, but hey, I caught him, right?”

Jun-ho exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You always catch them,” he muttered. “But you never think about yourself.”

Her smile faltered slightly. Jun-ho was always calm, so steady it was almost infuriating, but there was something about the way his voice dipped just then, something quieter, heavier.

Was he… worried?

Before she could dwell on it, he sighed, shifting back to offer his hand. She took it, and he pulled her up effortlessly, one hand still hovering near her side in case she wobbled.

“You’re going back to the station,” he stated firmly.

She groaned. “Ugh, come on. Just a bruise.”

Jun-ho gave her a look. “You’re going.”

She pouted but knew better than to argue.

As they walked back to the car, she winced, pressing a hand to her ribs.

Jun-ho didn’t say anything, but the next thing she knew, his hand was lightly resting against her back, guiding her forward. It was barely there, just the softest pressure, but steady. Unwavering.

Just like him.

And maybe, just maybe, she liked that more than she cared to admit.

[grrrrrarro]

Hii! I’d love to see some slasher possessive tendencies (nothing dramatic, just small things that show how obsessed they are with their s/o). And I’d love to see Brahms included please and thank you! 👀💕

Ello! Most of slashers are incredibly possessive😭 good luck with that.

Gender neutral s/o!

Slashers being obsessive and possessive of their s/o

Brahms

Physical touch. His hands are always on them. ESPECIALLY around when yall are around other people. Others have to know that they are together!!!

Goes with s/o EVERYTHERE. They must go to shop with them! Wanna go outside and walk in peace and silence in garden? Uhh nah he wanna go with you! Even if s/o asks nicley to leave tjem be he might spy on them :[

Will share everything with s/o! His clothes? Our clothes you mean! Please wear his shirts! Its also vice versa, s/o's jewellery and clothes are also his. They gonna catch him using their favourite cologne or wearing their jewellery!

Wants to hold hands 24/7, doesnt care if s/o sweats! He loves them too much~

Sometimes s/o can wake up and this guy will be glued to them! Im taking wrapped arms and legs around them and s/o can feel his chest moving up cuz its so close😭

Asa Emory

Bro is not letting them leave his warehouse. Yeah sweetie he loves you but you are just too too perfect for him to let you go :[

Bonds by watching animal documentaries about bugs btw

Picks clothes for s/o. He takes your style and preferences in his mind but usually forgets and just buys what would look good on you (at least what he finds cute)

Not very clingy

Lets them paint his nails if they are nice enough

EXTREMELY jelous. S/o mentioned that some guy smiled to them when they were buying groceries? He will get offended😭

The hush

8 years later and I still have no clue what his name was??? Let's call him John because people seem to call him that

John will keep his hand AND eyes on them. Hands on their legs, shoulder, or just holding their hand (thats rare, normal affection with this Goober? Nahh)

Constantly staring at them, looming around and looking what they lover is up to (up to no good surely)

Makes them play video games with him or watch them play

Checks their phone when they are asleep cuz he gotta know everything

Micheal Myers

👁👁

No touching, no verbal nor physical affecion

Dude will hit them with 👍 on daily basis

He seems like he doesnt care, like he has them around for no reason. But of God, this guy knows everything about them. He watches them daily. You can't find Micheal? Oh dont worry sweetie he is keeping you safe, just dont look thrue window :3

Extreme jelousy, s/o can bearly talk to people😭

Okay okay I lied with no touching, its just rare! Sometimes he rests his head on top of theirs or puts his hands on their shoulders or hips

If s/o makes something from him (like drawing, peace of jewellery. Hell, even if they gift him random rock or something) that dude if gonna wear it till the end of the world, even if it breaks off? He has pockets or tape. Even if s/o skill improved and they made better? The more the marrier, he wants all!

Billy Lenz

Gets jelous when s/o gives too much affection and love to their pet

Lays on top of them

Bites, licks, woofs? As a sign of affection and love

He wants the bite marks or Hickeys to be visable so s/o friends know that they are taken!

Not as extreme as Micheal or Asa. S/o could have 2week trip to Egypt and as far as he gets to call them whenever he wants, he is fine

I still remember one time that someone requested Billy Lenz fic, asking for 'sloppy toppy' and it was 4 am and I didnt know what it was so I googled it and I kinda laughed very loudly and my mom woke up and took my pc away for month :( I wrote the fic btw

Anyways, barks at people when he gets jelous

Some of their behaviours might sound toxic or are literal red flag, but POOKIE THOSE ARE MURDERS😭🙏😱 idk if I still got the skill to write, it was a wild 8month break

[rinnyyyyyyyyy]

so tell me you love me.

wicked games - the weekend.

you and Carl get high, go into the woods and end up making out, one thing leads to another.

!tw - getting high, public sex & almost getting caught.

carl is 18 and so is reader.

..you were with Daryl, in the woods fucking around, scavenging..."the hells that?" you say, pointing at what looked like a house, you start walking towards it..until daryl grabs your shoulder and tells you to wait before getting in front of you with his crossbow ready to shoot at whatever. you get in side safely, and start rummaging through shit, until, you find some weed, you put it in your pocket. you didn't care wether Daryl saw or not, it's not like he would try to stop you. he knew you were a teenager and would still find one way or another to get your hands on it. "you find anything?" you ask, "....nah, nothin' good here..you?." ..you debated wether you should tell him what you found. "..nah. nothing good over here, either." .you two started walking back to Alexandria.

you were excited to finally be back, you missed your boyfriend, carl. and you genuinely couldn't wait to show him what you found in the woods, you were walking to his house. but on the way you seen his dad, "hey, rick, carl home?", rick looks at you "yeah. he should be there, you gonna go by?".."yeah.. I am" he nods and walks off, you get there and open the door, you start to head up to his room, you open the door and throw the pot on his bed.."you got paper, pookie?" you hear him laugh a bit at that. "well I do have some pretty thin paper? would that work?" he looks at you while holding some pretty thin paper "maybe, Its been awhile since I've done this. we could also use a can, all we need is a lighter but I got one." taking the paper and somehow managing to roll it.

"we should go to the woods, your dad could get here any minute, you know? besides, the house would start smelling." you look at him while licking the joint to make it stick together. "..yeah, sure. my dad would probably kill me if he found out we smoked inside anyway." you hum in response of that. you always thought rick would be more chill about that kinda stuff, considering you ARE in a zombie apocalypse. but once you started dating carl, that changed.

you two were in the woods sitting against a tree smoking away in silence. until carl breaks it. "you used to do this?" he said hitting the joint. "yeah, I used to take daryls cigarettes, until he found out." you laugh a little. "hey, carl." you say, "yeah?", you start to lean in him not noticing because of how high out of his mind he was, until you were right in front of him, both of your noses touching. you leaned in completely until your lips were touching, pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you. after a few seconds you pull back and say, "its still burning. give it here." you take it and turn it off. it hadn't even been a second after you turned it off, and he had you under him, pinned, legs entangled. his knee on top of your crotch area, you grunted when you felt his knee there. "carl!-" you moaned out, not meaning to. he laughed a little "what's wrong..? you were kissing all on me not too long ago." he said, pushing his knee down on him and leaning down to plant small kisses up and down on his neck, his hand running up the other males thigh and side. you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it when he got like this.

after a few minutes of making out and taking off each others pants off you hear something..or was it someone?. carl stops and grabs his knife from his pants next to him not knowing who it was.

until he saw michonne. he threw the knife to the floor with his pants, and got on top of you again. "..wh-" "michonne, don't worry about it. she didn't see us." he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one of his hands, giving you a kiss.

"you ready, pretty boy?" as he spoke he was pulling down the waistband of your boxers waiting for you to reply. you gave him a simple nod, but he wanted to hear you. "use your words. I want to hear you." when he said that you took a deep breath. "yeah..im ready." when you said that he took your boxers off, and immediately pushed his middle finger in and started moving it in a circle motion. "Carl!- fuck!" you were whimpering out his name over and over just because of his finger. it made you feel unbelievably pathetic and desperate for his cock to be inside of you. "look at you..you look so pretty like this, baby." after he said that he pushed in a second finger and started stretching you out in a scissoring motion, truthfully, it hurts like a bitch, but it felt so good just because it was him. if it was anyone else you'd hate it.

after he finished stretching you out, he puts his thumb to your chin and taps it, "open, honey." so you do. and when you do he puts his ring and middle finger in, gently rubbing against the males tongue with his fingers. once he got enough spit on his fingers he put some on the males entrance while pulling his own boxers down with the other hand. releasing his hard cock. once he put some on your hole he put what was remaining on his tip and on the rest of him.

once he put the tip in he leaned down so he could kiss you, distracting you from the sting of his cock entering you. once he was halfway in he pulled away from you causing your moans to be louder. tears were starting to form in your eyes, from the sting. once he realized this he keeps going but speeds the process up a little.

"you're gonna be okay, it just hurts now but it'll feel better eventually, okay? just like the other times." he says wiping away any tears you had while you grasp onto leafs and sticks next to you. once he's fully in he looks at you for any sign that it's okay to move, "I'll start moving once you want me to, sound good?", you cant even bring your self to reply, considering what was inside of you at the moment. but once you felt like it was alright to move, you nodded. "you can.. you can start."

once he starts moving he starts off slow and gentle. him being settled on top your body, his hands at the side of your thighs, kissing and biting your collarbone. your hands scratching and clawing at his back, while your a moaning and whimpering mess. "cum with me, okay? be my good boy and cum with me." he says with little grunts here and there.

the slow and gentle pace didn't last long, he started being faster and rougher with you, your hands still scratching up his back because he's fucking into you so good that you can't think straight, you can't even make a sentence. all you can do is moan his name and be a perfect little stuttering mess for him.

as soon as you feel that familiar knot and uncomfortable feeling your back arches, and you grab onto his hair as if you're trying to tell him something, but it seems that's what it took to make him go over the edge. almost as soon as he came inside of you, you came on his stomach.

on your way back to Alexandria, you see Rick. waiting for you at the gates.

[auraisereigh]

"Buried through exhaustion"

standalone

Liam Mairi x f!reader Words: 1.8K Blurb: a story about exhaustion and burn out and how a sweet boy helps in the sweetest ways. ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. burnout & emotional exhaustion, mentions of loneliness/isolation, mild depressive thoughts, comfort heavy.

A/N: i was initially gonna post this friday but fuck it im so burned out that i'd forget. im drowning in exhaustion, i can't even work on anything anymore because my mind shuts down...

Masterlist ☆ Star's story ☆ Support me ☆ Standalones ☆

Exhaustion crept in — the kind of exhaustion you don’t feel until it’s too late. Until it's burying you.

The sun shone through the curtains, bright and warm. Finally, the days had been warmer and sunnier. I am, by all means, no summer person, nor do I actually enjoy the heat or the bright light of the sun. But these days were different.

I had been so tired—so exhausted to the bone—that the fresh, warm air was welcome. It gave me a chance to work outside instead of being cooped up in the poorly lit room I had been stuck in for weeks. So that's what I had done. I brought my work outside: papers, pens, pencils—everything I needed, sorted neatly on one of the tables. It was the only table still covered in shadows, which I was grateful for, seeing as my skin can barely handle the sun.

It must have been an hour, maybe two or three since I had come outside, and it was well into the evening. The sun still bright and warm and comforting, yet my motivation to continue working had long burned out. It wasn’t that I wanted to enjoy the beautiful weather myself — maybe I did, I wouldn’t know. What I wanted most was to stop working and lay back in my bed, covered in soft sheets and fluffy pillows. Maybe I would sleep. Maybe I would finally let my dam break.

I’d been staring at the same paper for the last hour. A few minutes I would work on it, then I’d grow tired and take a way-too-long break, and after a while, I’d find some kind of energy to work on it again—for a few minutes. Repeating the cycle over and over until the last of my light would fade.

I was just about to pick up my pencil again when I heard his voice.

“Hey, my sweet girl.” Liam’s soft voice cuts through the warm air and the fog in my mind. He takes the seat beside me at the table and quietly tidies the small mess I’d left behind. Pens back in my case, loose papers neatly piled again. Just the way I like it… and he knows that. He knows the peace of mind it gives me when something is clean or organized.

At the age of nineteen, Liam became the softest guy I would ever know. He’s sweet and caring—a sunshine through all kinds of darkness, and a sweet golden retriever boy. I’ve known him my whole life, for as long as I can remember. My days were filled with softness and light, all thanks to him.

I mumble a ‘hi’ to myself but don’t lift my eyes from the paper—the one I’ve been working on and off. He peeks over my shoulder to get a better look.

“You’re still working on those?” he asks with a raised brow.

I give him an exhausted nod. My eyes almost flutter shut.

“I’m about halfway… no, maybe a quarter into all of it,” I mumble, half-asleep. I point to three other piles on the table. “Those also need to be finished, but this is the most urgent,” I explain quickly. He knows all of this already. I’ve vented to him more than once, but it never seems to be enough to get it out of my system.

“And remind me again, when does all of that need to be finished?” he asks gently, like he’s afraid I’ll break under the weight of the question.

“This one needs to be done by Monday. So, in two days,” I reply with a deep sigh. I pick my pen back up to start again.

“The others…” I trail off. “I don’t really know,” I add, defeated.

Working with deadlines had its pressures, but working without deadlines feels impossible. I don’t know which one is most urgent or which one I could leave for last. It’s a mind game—a complete and total mind-fuck at best.

“That’s okay,” he says in that light voice that already lifts a little of the weight from my chest. “One by one, remember?”

Liam recites the gentle reminder he’s given me for years. He moves all the unnecessary stuff out of sight until there’s only one task left on the table.

He shifts a little closer, and his knee bumps softly against mine. “We’ll do this one first. Together,” he says, leaving no room for argument as he takes the pen from me. His presence is a warm reminder that I’m not alone.

About twenty minutes in, my eyes droop closed. Exhaustion takes over, and my body leans closer to Liam’s. His warmth seeps into my skin and he wraps an arm around my shoulders without hesitation. I let out a deep sigh. All this exhaustion and lack of motivation is taking a serious toll on how I feel.

My mind feels like an empty void most of the time. And when it doesn’t, it feels like a loud scream—a chaos I’m usually used to, now pounding so hard it leaves me with headaches almost every day.

Liam must’ve noticed me drifting off. He folds the papers neatly and places the pen back where he took it from.

“Let’s get you to bed, shall we, dove?” he says softly, as if not to break the sleepy haze I’m in.

“I’ve got work to finish,” I mumble, barely audible. “I’ll sleep afterwards.”

The words feel like a salty lie on my tongue. I don’t stop him when he gently pulls me up and into him. He grabs my bag with my supplies and slings it over his shoulder before wrapping an arm around me again to keep me steady.

My eyes blink in and out of focus as I try to anchor myself in the warmth Liam gives me. It’s just then that I realize how alone I’ve been feeling. How lonely.

There’s no one I really talk to anymore—not because I don’t want to. If anything, social contact makes me feel less trapped in my own head, in that prison I can’t seem to escape. Most of my friends don’t seem interested in me anymore. Most nights I spend alone, wondering when I’ll wake up with a message from them again.

My eyes droop more at the sudden weight of isolation.

“It’s okay,” Liam whispers as he opens the door to my messy room. “I’m right here.”

He presses a soft kiss to my temple before closing the door behind us.

His hand settles on my lower back as he guides me to bed—still messy from when I left it earlier.

“Just sit down, okay? I’ll clean this quickly.”

I try to object, but my body refuses to move from its place on the bed.

He collects the clothes quickly, folds them, and tidies the scattered trinkets in my room. He brings me a clean change of clothes. I change while Liam smooths out the sheets and straightens the pillows.

Suddenly, the scent of lavender fills the room. I turn to see him placing my lavender spray on the nightstand.

“Just the way you like it,” he says with a soft smile that brightens the entire space.

I can’t help the tiny smile that appears on my face.

“There’s my girl.” His grin widens, and I feel the familiar red heat creep into my cheeks.

He steps to where I’m standing and finds my smaller hands with his. He steps back a few paces, pulling me with him until we’re both on the bed. My head falls against his collarbone, and his arms wrap around my back, holding me tight.

“You should get some sleep,” he whispers into my hair.

I nod but don’t move.

After a moment, he lifts the covers, and I slip underneath them. He follows and wraps the sheets around us despite the lingering warmth in the air. His arms find my waist, pulling me into his chest.

“I feel so tired,” I whisper with a vulnerable voice. “I feel so alone.”

“I know, sweet girl,” he soothes, tightening his embrace. “I see it every day lately. But you’re okay, and you’re strong, and you will get through this. I promise.”

He places a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“And I’ll be here every day to help you through it. Whenever you need me. All you have to do is tell me, pretty girl.”

I can’t find the words. A few tears slip down my cheeks, and he brushes them away with the soft pad of his thumb.

“Get some sleep,” he whispers as he adjusts the pillow under my head. “I’ll be here when you wake. Always.”

For the first time in what feels like weeks, I let my eyes close, comforted by his warmth and scent. I know the next two months will be hard—maybe the hardest I’ve ever faced. I know I’ll struggle. I already am.

But even when my mind is a mess, having Liam here—just one person who stays—helps more than the radio silence I’ve gotten used to.

Maybe that’ll make it just a little more bearable. Knowing someone cares enough to put their own work aside because they see how low I’ve fallen. Because they know how deeply exhausted and done I am.

But for now, I’ll sleep. I’ll wake, and I’ll work again tomorrow. No matter how exhausting it is—because I can’t escape it. But with him by my side, maybe I’ll feel just a little less alone.

♡

[insomniamamma]

By Starlight Alone: Ezra x F!Reader

Warnings: Lots of kissing, trespassing? Alcohol consumption. Implied smut. Ezra running his mouth. Like seriously, that guy could read the ingredient list on a cereal box and I would drop to my knees. Reader mentions early adulthood insecurities. No age gap. Reader is the same age as Ezra.

A/N: This was a funny one for me. If you've been looking at my blog you know I've been Going Through Some Shit. I found this story in my WIP folder with about the first third written. I had no memory of writing it. I'm going to look at it as a gift from the universe. In my mind this is the same reader as the Liminal AU but this can stand on its own.

“We suffer, I think, from a lack of stars.” “A lack of stars.” First time you’ve been able to enjoy the fire pit in months, the ground bone dry for so long, and now the air smells of rain and wet earth and worms and the smoke of the low embers. Cee ate her weight in s’mores and hotdogs toasted on sticks, and then retreated to her room to game. You look at Ezra, laid back as far as his battered lawn chair will allow, expect a smirk, but his face is grim. “You’re serious.”

"When’s the last time you saw a proper sky of stars? When’s the last time you saw the Milky Way?” You frown. “I don’t know really. Probably not since I still lived at home. I used to go and stand in the driveway and smoke when I couldn’t sleep. You remember the comet?” “The one that hit Jupiter?” “No the other one. I was home for Easter Break. It had two tails—“ “That was Hale-Bopp! Me and Damon dragged a couple of lawn chairs and sleeping bags into Ma’s back field. Damon filched some cigarettes and a bottle of some gruesome fruit wine. Wild Irish Rose if I recall correctly.” “Oooogh,” You shudder, recalling your own experiences with Wild I, namely being hauled back into your dorm room by well meaning friends, waking the next day with puke crusted in your hair. Ezra chuckles. “Me and my friends thought it was some kind of omen. My back home friends, not my college friends.”

Not sure why that distinction popped out of your mouth, brings back the judgement flickering in their eyes, the sense that they were all smarter than you despite your grades. Not smarter, but maybe better? More worldly at the very least. That small town dumb hick shame clings even now, decades from there, people closest to you then now facebook profiles that haven’t updated in years.

“You okay, honey?” You turn and Ezra’s eyes are fixed on yours, low cherry red glow of dying coals, ugly sodium street light shining them. “Yeah. Just thinking about back then. It’s funny, you know? We could’ve been watching that comet at the exact same time, couldn’t we?” Ezra stands suddenly, rusty lawn chair creaks in protest, squeal of metal and soft slither of wet grass and he hoses the coals, steam hissing and billowing up into the black. “Ez?” “Let’s go for a ride. Let’s go see some stars.” “What about Cee?” “What about her? She’s so embroiled in, what’s it? Baldur’s Gate? She likely won’t even notice we’re gone. She’s nearly grown. She’s not gonna burn the house down. How bout it, Sunny-girl? Take a ride with me.”

Drive a little ways out of the city in Ezra’s rattlebox truck, warbling AM station tinny through the speakers, I fall to pieces, Ezra’s rough voice threaded through with Patsy Cline’s, each time someone speaks your name, soft slither of slide guitars, soft glow of the dashboard lights ghosting him against the dark outside. You frown. “I thought there’d be more fireflies this time of year,” you say, thinking of late Sunday nights in the back seat, watching the fields light with green fairy fire, background noise of grown up conversation, your folks just talking about the week to come without any care for the green stars stuttering in the grass, so many, driving so fast that the light pulled into elongate streaks like hyperspace in Star Wars. “Haven’t been as many lately,” says Ezra, “Not like it used to be growin up.”

He steers you down a narrow gravel road that opens up onto a wide field, pulls off into a bit of mowed berm bordered by row on row of corn, blade-like leaves stretching skyward, smell of ripening, a bit like the smell of come. Signs posted every few feet with the brand and variety. Ezra kills the engine and hops out. You hook the sweaty sixer from the foot well and follow him, climb up in the truck bed beside him. Pop a beer and hand it to him, clink your bottles together and drink. “Close you eyes,” “Why?” Ezra smirks, that slow smile that you sometimes want to slap but more often want to kiss off his face. “If we’re gonna really see the stars, we’ve got to get our night eyes on. Close ‘em. I’ll set a timer. Three minutes should do.” “Hmmm, you’re just going to get up to shenanigans while my eyes are closed.” “Oi! I am an honorable man! I am offended that you think I would use your temporary lack of sight to my advantage!” You hear the smile in his words. “I’m counting on it, handsome.”

You are the least surprised person in the world when his lips find yours, tender press and prickle of his mustache, tongue licking languid into your mouth, your Ezra who can always kiss you breathless, that slow way of his that makes you ache for him, a soft cry when he withdraws but then he nuzzles into the column of your throat, grazes his teeth against that one spot that makes you squirm and break into gooseflesh. “You don’t have your eyes closed, you jackass,” “I do not,” he says, nibbles at the join of your neck and shoulder, “My need to make love to your under the stars has eclipsed my desire to see them clearly. You can describe them to me. If you can keep your focus on the night sky, that is.” “You, sir, are a fucking menace.” “I am indeed. Open your eyes and help me with these buttons.”

[wonysugar]

Heyyy this is my first time requesting something

Imagine gamergf! Sakura, who is always gaming and doesn’t gives attention to reader, so one day reader sneaks into sakura’s gaming room and kneels in front of her, kkura doesn’t even notices her presence until she feels how now her pussy is exposed, reader who starts to eat her out while she’s playing, begging reader to stop overstimulating her

cw: somnophilia, cnc (boundaries discussed beforehand ofc), bondage and overstimming (so begging!)

sakura was exhausted as fuck... originally just getting on her computer and playing geometry dash to pass the time but having it being quickly turned into an intense gaming session, as per usual, her eyes glued to the screen until like what.. two am at this point? btw doing allat while only wearing a tank top and panties because let her live anyways moving on

she just cannot for the life of her pass this godforsaken level and she's sick of it; being an incredibly competitive person, she couldn't bare backing down. she was gonna pass that level, even if it took the whole night.

you, on the other hand, have been trying to get her attention throughout the whole day. look, you loved your girlfriend, she was loving, caring, everything you could possibly want. but one thing you knew she wasn't good with; giving you attention whenever she was focused on something else. if you tried texting her, she wouldn't even see the notif. if you tried coming in her room and starting a conversation, she would give back short responses. it was difficult, if not impossible.

long story short, you were incredibly needy, and you were ready to do anything to get her to pay attention to you.

the discouraging words "attempt 1553" displaying on her screen as it lit up the dark room that she was in, her eyes fighting what felt like an invisible force that was desperately trying to close them shut. throwing her head back, she sighed exasperatedly, almost dozing off. a small break wouldn't hurt, she told herself.

yeah no, no matter how hard she tried fighting her own drowsiness, the chair was so comfy, she couldn't help but eventually give up and close her eyes. she was eepy, if you will.

and eep did she do!

what she didn't know, though, is that she was sooo incredibly tired that she didn't even notice you walking into her room and strapping her to her chair. poor bby was just sooo tired and unaware. :((

when she went to rub her eyes, she quickly realized that her hands were restrained, she noticed you under her desk and immediately looked lost, what were you doing there? suddenly, she felt the slight vibration in between her legs, already giving her sleepy brain somewhat of an idea "mmh.. love..? w-what are you doing—"

"i'm gonna untie one of your hands so you can play and win this level, okay? if you don't, i'm not letting you cum, as simple as that. also, i unplugged your headphones; i wanna make sure you won’t be lying when you'll say that you won."

"couldn't we have just— mmh— done this in bed..?" she asks, stumbling on her words as she tried to keep her eyes open.

you scoffed at her words, mocking her "do you really think i'd go to this length if you actually paid attention to me throughout the day? you seemed soo committed to passing this level, i can't just take that away from you, can i?"

she furrowed her eyebrows in guilt as she looked down at you, avoiding your gaze once her eyes started tearing up. was it the drowsiness, the sudden culpability she felt when she figured out why you were doing this, or the pleasure her clit was throbbing for?

she didn't know, she felt like she didn't know anything at that moment.

you took away the vibrator to pull down her only piece of lower clothing, her underwear. upon taking it off, you watched as the slick of her cunt stuck to the fabric of her panties, smirking at the sight. looking up at her and noticing her hard nipples through her thin tanktop. she was barely even awake and she was already this needy for you?

"slut." you spit out, making her whine in the process.

after untying one of her hands, the rest of the night turns into you pressing your favorite vibrator against her clit as you ate her out, hearing her desperate moans and cries of pleasure mixed with the, quite frankly, unserious geometry dash music coming from her speakers as she desperately tried winning. and whenever her noises got louder and her breathing got heavier? you simply took away all the sensation from her, denying her orgasm as you made her twitch with anticipation as she whined..

and the need to constantly remind her, "keep your eyes on the screen and hand on the keyboard, i'm not gonna keep repeating myself, sakura." whenever she pathetically begged you to let her cum, staring at you as tears fell from her eyes, she was just so desperate to cum :((

eventually, after like, 3 hours, she managed to pass the level. holding onto your promise, you untied her limbs and ate her out, licking all of her folds and sucking on her clit until she finished all over your tongue and lips, gripping your head and pushing you closer to her wet core. you were certain that your neighbors would have a word with you the next day the way she was screaming out your name, blabbering sleepy nonsense as she came undone under your touch :((

long story short, she slept incredibly well after you carried her to bed that night. <3

[disappearenceofsomeone]

the small... the itty bitty.. the sad sniffles..

(hi guys!! needed a break to deal with something, but hopefully I can actually try a schedule for posting stuff soon :3 )

uhh I got designs + barely cohesive context right below:

I love these SILLIES!!! don't mind how empty Winnie's page is, I didn't know what to do

decided that giving them school uniforms to match the surrounding this took place in was a ok decision so I did that!!

also here's the rlly confusing context I made in the middle of the night whilst accidentally pulling an all nighter at the same time:

(I have 0 experience in writing anything in general, I was spouting whatever made sense in my head so if you think this is ooc for them, it probably and most likely is lmaoo. sorry in advance to everyone who was curious ehough to read whatever... this is considered..)

anyways, prologue takes place in an elementary school where Winnie just finished his day at school, it didn't go that well but y'know, there's 10 more things to worry Abt then that. He gets to the bus stop, knowing well he was gonna have to stay there for awhile and planned on making himself comfortable. Upon arriving, he hears sad sniffles from across the seats and boom, sad lil meow meow auggie appears!! Very concerned Winnie approaches the kid, proceeds to get a very hot headed response from him as auggie pushes him away (he isn't having any of it today + he was kinda a punk when he was little like damn!!!) Winnie clearly sees that the dude needs ATLEAST *some* company so he just, sits by him awkwardly. Augustine over here doesn't have a clue why he's still not going away but accepts it nonetheless, albeit in a very tsun tsun way I guess. Winnie takes this as a small talk starter and tries to engage with him, to no avail as auggie seems to have a very reserved manner when alone. After a few minutes of trying, he decides to just be straightforward and ask him what's up, to which Augustine replies with a 'none of your business, why do you want to know?' type of response. He just tells him that moping around wasn't gonna do him any good and since they both seem to be going home late anyway, might as well kill time. (on second thought, they sound very adult for 7-12 yr olds, what. I will come back to reread this dw) Augustine now knows Winnie doesn't mean any harm and decides why not, got nothing else to do. He proceeds to tell him regarding how others seem to only want to be around him whenever he acts a certain way (ie, very bubbly, friendly, etc) and thinks about whether or not people actually do like him for himself. It also makes him feel like if people actually knew how he was, not many would stay (like a 'yeah I want people to stay, but I want them to stay for who I actually am' type thing). Winnie tells him that he should be himself, regardless of what anybody else thinks otherwise. Additionally, Winnie thinks that if nobody's willing to stay after seeing the truth, it's their loss honestly, he thinks Augustine should care about people who would actually be there for him, not for who he's trying to be. Augustine is somewhat stunned by this, asking if he's been through this before, to which Winnie remarks with a similar situation happening back in his previous school (Winnie's friends didn't stay in touch and never contacted him ever since he moved). They pretty much notice atp how similar they were and decided to spend to the entire time waiting just chatting, turns out they got along very well (cue scenes of them yelling at each other playing games, cat scratching as they yell something dumb at the other while simultaneously talking about how cute the cats walking around were). Time passes and bam! Winnie's mom finally comes over to pick them up!!

"Hey! I know that lady! She's my mom's neighbour! :O"

"Oh, it's my mom-- How do you know my mom???"

"Uh, duh!! >:/ I just said that she's my mom's neighbour--- she's your mom!?!?"

(Cue them getting inside the car and getting bits about how Augustine and his mom met. Apparently, he and his mom visited to send off some gifts for her, when in actuality, it was to send off some medicine for Winnie, who was sick during this time. Of course they got some gifts but the medicine was important. And the gifts were too.)

As they got closer towards their houses, Winnie was planning to just go back inside the house immediately since he's got no plans going on and assumes that was it. Augustine thinks otherwise, so when they both got out of the car, he immediately blurts out his name and introduces himself. Winnie, realizing this entire time they haven't even said their names towards each other, also introduces himself in response.

They both seem to connect easily and since no one else was willing to, they will instead. With a promise to stay by each other's side no matter what, they both spent their entire childhood together. They were practically two peas in a pod, nobody ever saw them apart, even if they were in a group of people. They stood out by a lot since then, the very loud and obnoxious kid was hanging around with someone who could chill him out in an instant. The two were inseparable

[dragonagegayz]

WIP WORD GAME

@soeasilyswayed tagged me to do one of these and I love this game so yuh I'm doing another! THANK YOU FOR THE TAG <3333

I'm gonna steal their word MISCREANT and show off some more of my Bas personal like excerpts cause I think it is cooking (and is the only thing I have a lot written for lol)

I'm tagging @alystrin03 and totally not cause I want to know what ur cooking with right now as I wait in anticipation with my cats and your word is CONTROL (no pressure btw) and if I didn't tag you, you should join any way cause I'm desperate for your works like an ex waiting at your door desperate for just one word

Anywho, Bas De Riva's terrible past, everybody!

I already cannot see well with the Mask I am forced to wear as Sarrebas, the small holes practically blind me which I suppose is what the Qun wants of one like me. The rain also catches in the little holes, making it even harder to see, the combination of it all leaves me blind. I look up to the clouds, if my mouth weren’t sewn shut I would have yelled to the clouds for being here, for making my life hard, though as I look up I can barely see a light spot in the clouds, the sun. Maybe it will shine so at least I can see again.

I hear an angry unforgiving voice that I know all too well. I looked over to where it came from, my ears being trained now to pinpoint the locations of things since I was masked those years ago. I needn’t try to squint to know who it is, I, unfortunately, know who screams my name. Even from where I stood, unseeing as I was, I could tell he was annoyed, it was in the tone in his authoritarian voice, the hint of displeasure and rasp to it that tipped me off.

I wish to Say, but instead, I do not speak, I simply follow where the voice is speaking, and hear the sounds of his steps move when I am near, I find them in the low crowd from the distinct heaviness to them. He puts much pressure on his heel, and heavy steps with his entire body to emphasize power and dominance. Arvaard do this often, many of them I have come in contact with are power-hungry and play the high and mighty part. They are the keepers of the Sarrebas, those dangerous things, how could they not the proud? It is what the Qun has taught them after all.

The tavern is dark, it has to be in Case it ever was to be discovered by the leaders of the Qun, the Araavards and Antam here could run without the risk of being seen by them. They were after all not supposed to be taking in these hideous displays of rule-breaking, at least not while on duty. Whatever they do in their free time the Qun does not care but now we are working, we should only be thinking of the things to do that would give advantage to our way of life.

Yet, here we are, in the large Tavern hidden in the streets of the city we are stopped in (I am not allowed to know the name) where the Rickety chandler swings in time to the music softly played under all the loud voices.

My Arvaard shuffles me to a smaller room to the side, I flinch at his touch but he only huffs in my ear, as if I am overreacting to this skin-to-skin contact. I am not to be touched, for I am a dangerous thing it would be foolish for someone to lay their lands on me. My skin burns where his hands are, it hurts in a way I need him to stop but I can say nothing, so I must Endure.

While I cannot see, I can feel the eyes on me as I stand in the doorway, trying to get my eyes to Adjust to the darkness so I can at least see some of what it is in the room, get an idea of how many others stand with me. I know I am scary even to my fellow mages, I am one with my mouth sewn, they assume I am a bad influence even amgonst my own they find me suspicious, they find me dangerous.

Which I suppose is funny, seeing as even before I was Saarebas, I Never did speak.

Yet I am seen as a Threat, as a danger with my mouth closed tight with thread. I suppose I understand for when I see another like me I get tense, my breath hitches and I do what I can to not look at them. They have fought against the Qun, they have been punished for a reason so I fear them, I may struggle with being qunari but I know it is to keep me safe. If it were not for my bindings, for the leash I was supposed to be held close to, I could become possessed and I would hurt people. People who would never deserve such a fate. So I understand the name Sarrebas for my kind, I am a dangerous thing.

[redr0sewrites]

General Kafka Headcanons

🥀A/n: REQS R STILL OPEN<3

🥀CW: Smut in the nsfw part, bondage, marking, overall kinky stuff, non-sexual nudity mentioned in the sfw part

SFW:

god i love women

kafka is often very busy, so i see her love language as words of affirmation

she loves flirting with you and whispering sweet things in your ear just to watch you get flustered

she can often be very touchy and flirty, however if it makes you uncomfortable she is shockingly good with boundaries and will simply give you space why would u say no tho

she loves having your head in her lap while she plays with your hair

she enjoys taking baths with you, esp after long or difficult missions

she will go all out, she will light candles, put rose petals and bubbles in the water, epson salt cuz its soothing, anything you like. there WILL be romantic music playing softly in the background, i said what i said

she likes to give you back massages and will give you small kisses on the back of your neck

she is VERY protective of you, i wouldnt say to a super controlling level but enough where she gets jealous pretty easily

she is actually so bad at dropping hints like she will flirt with anyone and anything but the second she caught feelings for u she had no idea what to do

she legit just teased u and made fun of u, you would probably think she hated you for awhile until you figured out that she was obsessed with u

have u seen her fit? yall def share a closet

her clothes are your clothes and vice versa

seeing you in her clothes sets something off in her i swear

this often leads to steamy makeout sessions and yk what else

SHE LOVES DOING YOUR MAKEUP AND HAIR SHE WOULD HELP YOU GET READY EVERY DAY IF SHE COULD

she will also let you do hers, but not super often since shes kinda busy sometimes and doesnt want to take forever getting ready

the type of person who can walk for hours and hours forEVER in super tall heels/platforms or "walk it off" after literally being beaten to near death in battle but will complain for days if she gets even the tiniest paper cut

likes giving back hugs

this is random but i feel like she eoukd enjoy puzzles and word games

YALL R THE TYPE TO GO ON FANCY DATES YALL R THE BIGGEST POWER COUPLE EVER

she always, ALWAYS pays for u, holds the door for u, she will hold ur shoes if they're bothering u/she will carry u if she can, LITERALLY A MIX BETWEEN GENTLEMAN AND MILF BEHAVIOR

she will prob introduce u to the other stellaron hunters if u dont already work w them

her friends r ur friends now

yall have self care dates where u get ur nails, hair, and skin care done and go to fancy spas or get massages im too broke to do this idk what people actually do at a spa

overall amazing and wonderful

NSFW:

here we gooo

switch energy SWITCH ENERGY

when shes more subby shes still in control, i feel like she would def be a power bottom at least

really enjoys commanding you and ordering you around, gets off on your obedience and your disobedience

HAIR PULLER

she WILL wear a strap and use toys on you, putting a vibrator to your clit/cock while your tied down and watching you squirm and whimper, using leg spreaders to hold ur legs apart while she eats u out/sucks u off, paddles, rods/dildos, thrusting vibrators, she has it ALL

if u dont have stereotypically "female" genitals/or even if u do, she will peg u. there is no escaping it. she will overstimulate you and she will fuck u until ur begging for her to stop, thighs shaking, chest heaving, sobbing and pleading for a break

IDK IF I SAID THIS ALREADY BUT SHE WILL TIE U DOWN AND SHE WILL USE INTRICATE AND PRETTY DESIGNS AND ROPES TO DO SO

she very much enjoys riding ur face, seeing your face covered in her slick below her... godd ur gonna be up the whole night

exhibitionist (i am prob spelling this wrong💀) SHE LIKES PRESSING U UP AGAINST WINDOWS WHILE THERES PEOPLE OUTSIDE AND FUCKING U FROM BEHIND WITH HER STRAP

"oh? your upset about them seeing us? so what? dont worry your pretty little head about trivial things like that dolly, i'll take care of everything for you~" *proceeds to fuck u until ur babbling and no more worried are forming in ur head*

into sensory play as well

ur tied down and blindfolded and she will blot hot air against ur cunt/cock, run an ice cube up and down ur thighs, leave hickeys or kisses on ur thighs, trace a feather around ur chest and trail it down ur abdomen, just above where u want her, so close but so, so far...

perhaps she has a mommy kink, but it would take a little while to discover it 👀

wears lingerie on a regular basis and will strip in front of u at the end of the day leaving u in flustered in shock she loves seeing u all flushed and embarrassed omg

tease teas tease sOO UNFAIR

WILL TEASE U FOR DAYS ON END JUST TO GET U TO SUBMIT

OVERALL THE PERFECTEST AND HOTTEST LOVER U CAN EVER IMAGINE

hi guys cant believe i just wrote this anyways can u tell i have a preference LMFAOO shes just so cool <3 i might have a type *side eyes kindael, kafka, rosaria, and all the other pink/red associated women who r also fucking insane that i simp for* sorry i havent been super active lately, i prob wont be for a little while im going on vacation. however, reqs are still open i am BEGGING for reqs lmao😭 hope u enjoyed!

[lemonmaid]

I kinda imagine Vil as a borderline Almond mom/wine mom personality.

Arrange but happy marriage with Leona, who acts like those dads in those 90s rom-coms, "Yes dear 🙄" or letting you have his black card, "use your own money? No let daddy pay for it".

Imagine this AU where Vil was a successful actor and model in his younger days, now pushing forty a successful fashion designer.

Leona "was" the heir to a successful family business that had been around for a few centuries, but was cut off after the paparazzi took some compromising photos of him in college, causing his family to quickly cut him off and publicly denounce him. Giving him a wake-up call, he quickly studied law, graduating early, getting his own law firm where he has spent five years conjuring a 500-page defamation lawsuit and a will contest.

He and Vil met at a social gathering.

Leona rest against the wall, staring at everyone in the room, watching.

He did notice a certain blonde eyeing him since he walked into the room, but who wasn't? This is the first time he has been to a social gathering since the press release.

Leona took another sip of his glass, "Leona Kingscholar correct?".

Leona eyed the blonde, "Yeah, you're the actor right?".

Vil rolled his eyes, "Yes, Vil. Vil Schoenheit".

Leona shooked Vil's hand, before going back and looking at the crowd. Vil joined him on the wall, sipping his glass.

"Vil Schoenheit you say? Hmmm you don't suppose your the same Schoenheit who pushed his competition off the runway stage?" Leona side eyed.

Vil remained quiet, taking a huge gulp of his rosè, "allegedly".

Leona chuckled, "allegedly".

Vil smiled at him, "I come with a proposal".

Leona raised his eyebrow, "I'm listening".

The next month the two had the most extravagant wedding, competeing against Ashlynn and one of the Charming brothers.

Small imagined conversations:

Vil: "stop scowling, you're gonna get crow's feat".

Leona: "Yes dear".

♡

Vil: *getting ready for bed with five different creams on his face and using a quarz roller* " I mean, did you see what she was wearing tonight? Everyone knows you don't put brown on brown, you put brown on creme and then make it lighter, ugh it's like her PR team didn't even care- this was a black tie event".

Leona: *wearing his reading glasses, already in bed, reading papers* "mhm".

Vil: "Ugh don't get me started with the wine the event had, absolutely dreadful. Be glad Jamil wasn't there, he would've made a scene immediately".

Leona: "You're right dear".

Vil: "I know I am".

♡

*the two publicy shopping after getting married*

Vil: *grimacing* "who is your wardrobe manager? This isnt the 1970s- plaid suits are... bleh. Come Brioni is over on the corner".

Leona: *rolling his eyes*.

Vil: *looking at the store's around them* "if we ever have kids, I will rather then be caught wearing Louxs Vuxtton than ever wearing a... Jucci item".

♡

*their adopted sons Ruggie and Epel*.

The two were rough housing all day, to the point where they broke Vil's secound favorite mirror.

Vil: *eyebrow twitching* "just wait until your father gets home!".

*later*

Leona: *rubbing his temple* "How I both give you $50 bucks each to pretend to walk out of this room crying and you promise not to break anything for the next three months".

Ruggie and Epel are somehow being raised by the same parent but have different personalities. Epel is still fighting on everything; meanwhile, Ruggie acts like the sibling who is doing everything right but is constantly sneaky. (Just like their normal personas in the game but like they were raised by Leona and Vil).

Currently, Ruggie and Epel are banned from 54 country clubs, each time they ask the staff to call "daddy" (Leona) to bail them out. They don't wanna be embarrassed by their Karen like mummy (Vil).

*last time they asked Vil to get them*

Vil: "I'm sorry? What did you assumed they did?"

Staff: "sir, they both stole food from other people's tables".

Vil: "how were they supposed to know that wasn't theirs?"

Staff: "they... were labeled?"

Vil: "Oh please, we don't need this! My husband is a lawyer!".

Idk something about Mom! Vil and Dad! Leona raising Epel and Ruggie as their bratty, spoiled rich kids itches my brain.

[shootingstars-or-airplanes]

Politics in the US are fucking scary right now. I'm not gonna sugar coat that. I'm fucking scared. But in an attempt to keep myself from panic-DMing all of my international friends and mutuals to see if any of them can smuggle me out of this hellhole, here is a running list of things that I'm going to try to do for myself and you can do, too. (Please reblog with any further ideas for keeping sanity in whatever the hell it is we're living through right now)

Self-Care. First and foremost, I need to calm the fuck down. Nobody ever made smart decisions when in a panicked frenzy. If I get to feeling like this, I'm going to attempt to give myself a day to not think about it. Watch some TV, play some video games, go for a walk, do literally anything but scroll on the internet and let myself feel worse and worse over this shit.

Stay Informed Responsibly. It's so easy to just see bad headline after bad headline and feel hopeless, but I've found that only really serves to make me spiral like this. I find that influencers and youtubers like Leeja Miller and allie_202_ who share the news alongside direct action items are helpful. These two also balance their bad news out with good news (or at least, less bad news) which helps. I plan on rewatching Leeja's Is It Time To Leave The US? video tonight to help remind me where I stand and hopefully break me out of this fight of flight (apparently my answer is flight) response.

Gradually Take Action. I keep kicking myself for not taking action and I think it's because it all seems so overwhelming. There is so much to do and I'm prone to all or nothing thinking so if I don't do all of it, I feel like I've already failed so I just end up doing nothing. I want to actively break out of this. I want to try to add one action item to my to-do list every month. Hopefully, as I add more, they'll seem less scary and I can build up to adding items every week or so. But I want to set my expectations small so that I'm less likely to fail right away and give up

Build Community. I want to build community and solidarity with other people who feel like me. Who feel like it's all just too big or too much right now and are sick of feeling helpless but are struggling to actually take action. I want us to be able to come together and celebrate each other's wins. Like hell yeah I called my senator today even though I was terrified to do so! Whether this community takes the form of a discord server or something or just the notes of this post, idk and idc. I just want to stop feeling alone.

Like I said, this is an incomplete list. I'm hoping to add to it and I would love to see others add to it as well. I'm just trying really hard not to lose my mind right now. I don't want to run away. I want to fight for my home. But I am so scared right now and I recognize that if I let that fear bind me, then I'm no use to anyone. For my sake and the sake of my community, I want to get better. I want to get better so I can fight.

[s0nia246]

A NiGHTS au idea

So I got this idea. It's been 16 years since Journey of Dreams came out. In my story I wrote it's been the same amount of time since a visitor came to the Nights Dimension. Pov your NiGHTS waiting for Sega to make another game.

I also wrote a story:

Something was following me. I don't know what, but I knew I shouldn't have watched that YouTube video before going to bed.

The sound of groaning my name from the other room had started out as background noise, and after a while, it seemed more like the sound of the sea coming in through the open windows. It was getting louder now, and my eyes opened wide at the sudden intrusion of another person into my bedroom, something that I would normally never permit. I sat up immediately and glared down at the intruder.

A shadowy entity that was not entirely humanoid stood there, with its hand outstretched towards me. As I looked on, the figure turned out to be a woman who appeared to be dressed entirely in black. Her skin was so dark it was almost purple, her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, and she bore a look of utter horror upon her face.

I scrambled away as fast as possible from the person standing in front of my bed, and she quickly grabbed my wrist. My heart pounded as she pulled me towards herself and began to murmur in an unknown language.

She kept trying to speak the same foreign syllables over and over again, as though they were being forced to escape from the depths of her throat.

I struggled to break free from her grasp as she began to drag me across the floor, pulling me by my wrist and causing my bare feet to scrape against the stone floors. Her grip became more desperate as she pulled harder and harder until I finally managed to wrench myself away.

As I ran, a bright light flashed in my face. A loud buzzing noise sounded throughout the small room, and I felt a strange force pull me forward until suddenly my feet hit stone bricks. In front of me was a large gate, and I stumbled forward as the door slammed shut behind me.

"Took long enough for a visitor to show up."

The voice echoed from in front of me, sounding slightly familiar. When I looked around, I saw someone sitting on broken fountain stones on top of a ruined statue of head resting in their hands. I walked forward, but as I got closer, I realized how tall this person was and how beautiful it was. My breath caught in my throat as their blue eyes so captivating ly met mine and held them. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. They were too much. It's too perfect. They were...

"Hey, you starstruck little thing, are you gonna talk? Are you even listening?"

My mind snapped out of whatever daze I'd been in. I shook my head slightly and blinked rapidly.

"Sorry I was just....where am I?" I asked. "Why am I here?"

The stranger raised their eyebrows at me and spoke in a mocking tone. "You're at the Dream Gate, kid," they said. "You can thank me later when we take care of these pesky things.”

With that, they gestured towards the door next to me, and it began to glow a deep, unnatural red color. A series of images came flooding from inside, and I tried desperately to shield my eyes from the sudden onslaught.

"I can't see!" I shouted frantically. “What do I do?”

“You're doing fine,” the stranger replied. They leaned over me and pressed their thumb firmly onto my forehead, as if they intended to physically remove my headache.

“Just relax. You'll be safe."

When the images stopped, I took a step back away from them and sighed, massaging my head.

“That's much better,” the stranger said, as they floated around me around me like some sort of demented cloud. “Hey have you ever wanted to fly?"

I stared at the stranger for a moment and then slowly began to nod my head.

“No,” I said quietly.

“Never.”I shuddered as they placed one hand lightly on my shoulder.

“What!?!??" The stranger exclaimed, clearly shocked by my reaction. “Don't tell me, you've never thought about it?”

I hesitated before nodding again. I wasn't sure I wanted to say the words aloud, but I decided there was no harm in telling them since they already thought I was crazy anyway.

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Of course you have!” the stranger said excitedly as though they hadn't known that all along. "Do you wanna fly right now?" They said, sounding way too excited.

I stared back at them with my mouth open. “How..”

"We'll dualizing of course."

“Dualizing?” I whispered, feeling confused. "What is that?"

"Dualizing" allows our bodies to assimilate with one another. It's better if I just show you." The stranger held out their palm towards me, and when I didn't move, they frowned at me.

“Hey,” they said, looking annoyed. “Are you just gonna stand there, or do you want to learn how to fly?”

"We'll you haven't introduced yourself yet!" I blurted out. I didn't really expect an answer, given my behavior earlier.

Instead, however, the stranger's lips curled into a soft smile, and they gave me a wink.

"You're quite rude, aren't you?" they said with a laugh as they reached out and gently touched my arm.

"My name is NiGHTS ."

"It's nice to meet you, NiGHTS," I said, placing my hand tentatively on theirs.

[cafecourage]

Part 3!

Wild, Four and Wind!

Wild:

- Wild is the type of person that also doesn’t mind hugs or surprise hugs. He really loves it actually. Like Hyrule he makes it into a game. But instead of paying the huge tax he literally will try to sneak up on you and hug you. It’s a hunting game so good luck on winning.

- There isn’t any rule or thought that goes into this other than the first person to catch the other off guard with a hug wins. Meaning that it’s all out war everyday.

- That being said there are moments where you have the advantage to a hug.

Settling down in Hateno was nice, the boys get a break from traveling and a chance to regroup. For you it’s the domestic life you were used to and slightly missed while being on the road for so long. When you got to Wilds home it was by lunch time so Wild went to straight to cooking while the other boys explore or just unpack for a moment. You had took a nap as you were just getting a bit tired. Though because of the battering of the pots and pans you couldn’t exactly fall completely asleep.

Peaking over the railing you watch as your boyfriend moves through the kitchen. A small plot comes to your mind as while yes by the end of it you’re gonna be roped into cooking with him. That doesn’t really deter you from doing it. Slowly and as quiet as possible you roll off the bed and move down the stairs. Ignoring the looks from the other links as they notice you moving towards the cook. You do have to wait for him to put down the knife before you pounce on him.

“Gotcha!” You rest your chin on his shoulder as your arms trapped him.

Wild had stiffed up as he genuinely was spacing out and didn’t hear you coming. But he smiles and tries to hug you back “I am still in the lead!”

“By like 3 points.” You poke his cheek keeping yourself clinging on him. He kissed your cheek and continues on cooking not even phase about the extra weight. Using this to your advantage you nuzzled into his crook of his neck. This was incredible hard for him to move around which was funny to watch as he slightly struggled. “Do you want me to help?” You asked.

“Please?” You think about it for a minute before pulling away from him reluctantly with a dramatic sigh.

“Fiiiiine.”

Four:

- Small spoon. Wait this isn’t cuddle head canons. Four is fine with hugs, honestly give or take really. You gotta remember Vio and Blue probably don’t care or want hugs, while Green and Red actually like hugs and would welcome it!

- In general he wouldn’t want surprise hugs he doesn’t particularly like it as he is probably one of the boys that don’t like PDA in front of others. If you do it in private thats fine. He just wants to not be teased by others tbh the guy is a bit self conscious.

- You do have conditions to surprise hugs as surprise hugs in the foraged is a huge no. He doesn’t want you to get hurt while he is holding hot sharp objects.

Four hasn’t seen you in a while which was normal the two of you aren’t always near each other. However he was suspicious at this point. It was too quiet for you to not be up to something at this point. It’s worrying.

Very worrying.

He heads inside as he goes to find you very much concerned with what was happening. He first checks the living room and kitchen first before going up stairs.

“Huh…” Well Four went upstairs to look in the bedrooms for you and they were empty. He was starting to think he was just going crazy. Walking down stairs he was going to head out again before, he heard small giggling before getting lifted. “ACK.”

“Hello Darling!” You were giggling as you hugged him while lifting him up. “I missed you!”

“So you hide from me?!” Four struggles to get out of your grasp but like a cat he was stuck with getting attack by your love.

“Yes <3”

Wind:

- My son is an older brother. He is no stranger to hugs and honestly is the person that does it the most out of all the chain. Wind is super family oriented and knows that some of the others don’t exactly know what having family is like. So he is taking the mantle of the annoying little sibling.

- It’s honestly nice to get surprised by one of his hugs because even though he literally calls out when approaching you really only have like a millisecond to respond before getting tackled down.

- However there is one person in the timeline that can fully catch him off guard because she loves her brother so much.

Being back at Outset Island was fun. It was a small island yes, so that means not much room for being alone to relax. But thats fine as it was still a time to rest and relax. Wind just wanted to be with his Grandma and Sister. He already leaves often to travel the world with Tetra, he doesn’t need more time away from them. That being said he does have homesickness which this is helping a lot.

He was going around saying his hello’s to everyone on the island but was missing his sister. Which automatically brought about a little anxiety as he continues down the bridge back home. Trying to think of all the places she could be hiding. He did crawl under the house as he had to get somethings down into the basement.

Wind did check the forest too as Hyrule wanted to see a great fairy for reasons. The outlook was also empty. Wind stops when he gets to the beach still trying to figure this out.

“BIG BROTHER!!!!!!!!” A weight launches himself at his back. Then another one joins in. Wind manages to wiggle and turn to see both you and Aryll laughing at him. “Welcome back!” His sister said still giggling.

Wind huffs but smiles and reaches up to mess with her hair. Aryll lets out a squeal but couldn’t escape it as Wind brings her to a hug. “To be fair it was her idea.” You said laughing before Wind drags you in the hug too.

[phneltwrites]

Hiiiiiii! 👋🏻

🔪🌿🥐 for the truth or dare thing (whichever you haven't been asked. Feel free to replace with another if there are any duplicates/any you don't want to answer!) 💚

🔪 ⇢ what’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

hm i do research a lot. I think maybe it was the time I was trying to figure out, mathematically, inches at what point a dick is considered big. Like sure, it's all well and good to SAY big dick but if someone was going to write a little piece of code about it I was gonna need a number. (in inches because the characters were american)

joke was worth it, ended up with this

I do a lot of asking of people too and that's always a fun experience. Asking my pilot friend questions to put in little jokes, or my clearances and nudity waivers friend, or whatever. Amazing the convos I can have without ever explaining why I need to know something.

for yr fandom most of my research points have been around understanding royal stuff and particularly around breaking out of the anglo sphere (so wildly obsessed with meghan markle i don't understand). I read a few issues of Hola! in Spanish for that. let's all remember i don't speak spanish. and this was print copies.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer’s block and low creativity

alright i don't give advice because who am i. but here's my steps or what have you that work for me

the main thing is: NEVER YELL OR FEEL GUILTY. under stress my brain shrivels up and hides into a corner so never ever be like argh why why is this happening. the moment it starts to happen I gotta detach like a little butterfly and fly above. oh. what is this? a period of low creation? huh. let's gently float around this and see what's what

what type of writer's block is this. Am I stuck in a story/piece? Or not writing at all? Or writing doesn't feel fun?

if im stuck in a fic the problem is almost always upstream. find the last spot where it for sure felt good and fun and working and separate out from there. consider other paths the fic could take. when i have looked inside the fic then only the fic will remain

if im not writing at all gotta look around. there is a problem in the enclosure. have i gone on a bike ride recently? done a yoga? spent some time looking at my little guys? eated a snack? if no to any of the questions then do that and try again the next day

writing doesn't feel fun? this fic has insufficient beach volleyball.* kill it and do something different.

*beach volleyball is not literal beach volleyball. It's a shorthand for writing something interesting and fun. Fr ex, I don't like writing scenes of people just talking. Writing them will feel unfun for me. I can make them fun by having the scene of multiple people take place while they are also playing a beach volleyball game! Now instead of writing something I don't enjoy suddenly I'm writing beach volleyball! We love beach volleyball. A type of beach volleyball I really like are physical details so if I'm in a struggle section I might suddenly turn into Victor Hugo and be like wow the history of this architectural style goes back to the early gothic period where they didn't think of it as being dark but rather as a light and vaulted reflection of the forest canopy. Meant to evoke nature's beauty as a source of worship, much like the pages and pages of drawing Wilhelm has made of Simon's smile. boom now im back in it I can allow them to talk about their feelings briefly.

Also, I would not say that I am adherent of Skinner's but I did use to sleep train babies professionally and I have seen the efficacy of a little Routine. Now. This is dangerous because what if routine no happen. So be careful. But. If there's a small action that means 'writing time now' that can jump my brain in. Ideally something totally under my control. Like at writing time I might do a couple of quick wrist stretches and then one long exhale.