#I want to be everything I’ve always wanted to be

[sugarhub]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮’𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: stoner!tattooed!pierced!geto, shotgunning, pussy/cock-drunk, squirting, heavy praise/encouragement, struggle to ride suguru’s fat cock, friends with benefits, squirting, kissing, groping, begging, some cock sucking, daddy/mama/princess, suguru is lovesick, size kink

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @unknownspecies; stoner geto !!!

fey: I needs this! I needs it!

Admiring you Suguru’s kissable lips stretch into a lazy, cocky smirk. Tracing the inky dark lines of his large chest piece. “Wanna suck your handsome, thick, veiny cock, I’m soakin’ lookin’ at you handsome.” Lovingly gazing into his warm, hungry dark chocolate eyes. The white of his eyes is pink.

Feeling up his hard abs, tracing each line, biting your lip when they deepen. “I’ve been watching your heavy cock sway when you walk. And your ass,” groaning, Suguru quickly kisses you, blowing thick smoke into your mouth.

Slipping his tongue into your mouth, you're following his lead without a thought. Whining into the kiss, enticing a deep groan. Leaning back, staring down at you, “Beautiful mama ya want me that badly?” Blowing out the bitter smoke.

You wonder how the simple act of pushing his long hair out out of his beautiful face could be so sexy? Suguru’s thick arm subtly flexes. The muscles of his biceps ripples beneath his pale inked-up skin. You're figuring out an answer.

Everything about Suguru Geto is too damn beautiful.

Your slick trickles down your thighs. “Need ya Daddy, fuck it’s not fair how handsome you are, how big your cock is, even when soft. Or how bubbly your thick ass is. You’re too much Daddy, so beautiful n’ sweet with me.” Kneeling in front of him, grabbing half hard thick cock. Sucking his fat head, swirling your tongue around him, feeling the thick, soft ridge of him.

Suguru ertoic groans goes to your pussy. "Mmm fuck me…what isn't fair is how hot your lips 'round my cock looks." Bobbing your head, taking him in smooth deep, quick strokes. Smearing the spit along the rest of him with a swirl of your fist. "Fuck that’s it." When he curses like that your cunt clenches.

Smoke escapes as his jaw drops. His eyes roll back, thighs tremble, abs clenching. "Nnnn expecting me not to cum quickly when you’re suckin' on me like that isn't fair." You fondle his large balls, warm in your palm.

He confesses, "Been thinkin' 'bout ya too, woke up from a wet dream I had 'bout ya." Sliding him out with a pop, kissing along a puffy vein, feeling it pulsing beneath your lips. "I had your sexy ass riding my fat cock." Licking Suguru taking him deep into your mouth with a smooth stroke. Gagging on him, your cunt clenching around nothing.

He groans, "Please mama, lemme feel your sloppy pretty cunt. Been dreamin' of your soft lips wrappin' 'round me. Of how hot and wet you get for me." Standing up, he moves further back onto his bed, snuffing out his blunt. You slip off his baggy shirt you've stolen from his closet, throwing it close to his laundry bin.

Climbing onto the bed, straddling his hips, encouraging Suguru, "Please? You wanna beg a little more for me?" Straddling his hips, slipping your fingers into your dripping, hot cunt. Soaking your fingers, holding them close to his lips.

He warns, "If I beg then you're doing all the work, I'm not helpin'." Licking your fingers clean, his tongue's bar dragging along you.

Grabbing his heavy cock, holding it upright swiping him between your lips. Lining him up, then waiting. With your fingers stuffed in his mouth. You free the rest of his long hair. Damn Suguru is gorgeous.

Suguru groans, "Always tastin' so fuckin' good." Grabbing your hip, licking his thumb, stroking your clit. "I'll have to cum on your beautiful tits. Imma eat your sloppy overstimulated cunt after you're done using my cock like a dildo." Rubbing your puffy clit faster, clenching his tip.

Whining, "That's not begging! I wanna hear you beggin' for me daddy, I always do for you!" He glides his large hand up your side, cupping your breast, and rubbing your soft nipple. His cocky smirk makes you hornier.

Thoughts of sitting on his face and ignoring his beautiful cock crosses your mind.

Suguru sounds so needy pleading, "Use my fat cock to take care of your beautiful dripping wet, hot tight cunt. Wanna see her take me, feel her stretch n' clench, hear you moan while my beautiful cunt squelches from how wet you are." Pushing your hips down, sinking just the tip in, clenching him tightly. He's too big, moaning as he stretches out your cunt.

Sliding your fingers through his soft hair, “Unless you want me to just bounce on your tip. I could play with my clit till I cum.” Slowly bouncing on his thick tip, getting off on feeling it stretch you out. Stopping when the soft ridge of his head slips it. Clenching your cunt when it tugs on your cunt as you gently glide him out.

Suguru's pleads "Princess nnnn please fuck let me feel ya more, you're so tight, hot! Need ya to ride me, wanna feel ya cum, see your sexy face when you do." Keeping him upright wishing he would slam you down on his cock.

You whine rocking your hips struggling to take more of his fat cock into your tight cunt. Sliding your hand out of his hair, dragging your hand along his broad shoulder. Squeezing his thick pec, biting him creating a bright red mark.

Suguru begs, "Please mama ya can take more than just the tip," moaning, partly smirking at you, "or am I too big to fit?" Digging your nails in close to his sensitive v-line, he groans his hips jerking up reflexively. Crying, pausing, the pleasure from him stroking your clit easing the aching of your cunt taking him so suddenly.

He croons, "You're ok princess Daddy got ya. I’m gonna make sure ya feel good." Steadily playing with your clit, keeping his hips still. "Take ya time princess getting used to how big I am, we got all day." Rocking your hips slowly, barely taking half of Suguru.

Letting Suguru go, placing your hand on his hard abs. "I love how full you get me." He slides his hand over your breast, wrapping his hand lightly around your neck. Pulling you in close, shy of a kiss.

"I fuckin' love hearing you whine, feelin' you clench," softly kissing you, "seein' ya tremblin'. You're so beautiful mama, nnng wanna be your's." Another veiny inch, clenching his waist. Getting off on the softness of his skin contrasting how hard rock hard cock.

Suguru passionately kisses you, slipping his tongue past your lips. Rubbing your tongue along the metal bar. Rocking your hips faster, getting used to how wide he stretches you. Swirling your hips, he whines, rubbing your clit faster.

Breaking away groaning, "Love dreamin' about you, and wakin' up to you, making ya breakfast hearing your praise on how good it tastes." Gliding his hand down your chest, along your waist and over your hip.

Cupping your ass with both hands. You lie on top of him, bouncing on as much of his cock as you can fit into your sloppy wet cunt. He can't stop. "Fuck I miss ya when you sleep at your own place. You should sleep with me more, nnnn wanna wake up holdin' ya close." Covering Suguru's face in gentle, loving kissing, steadily rocking your hips.

"I'll stay whenever you like, how long you like, eatin' up your food, letting you be small or big spoon, smokin' up your bud." Feeling up his chest, your hands wandering from the sculpted curve of his sides to his thick pecs, and hard pecs.

Kissing his lips gentle, he deepens the kiss, groaning. Slipping his tongue past your lips, it’s needy, rough and passionate. You don’t pull away till your lungs are aching for air.

Steadying his breathing, suggesting, "We can have our first date tonight, I’ll cook us dinner, roll us a fat blunt, cover you in kisses and cuddling close. You can pick the movies." Leaning back for him to watch his veiny, thick cock vanishing into your tight, dripping cunt. “I’ll make whatever you want, gonna take care of you make ya feel loved and safe.”

Gliding more of him in, he grabs the headboard, his knuckles turning white. Your cunt fluttering from his deep groan. Your pride swelling from getting Suguru drunk off your cunt. "Need to cum ‘n ya so badly! Wanna fuck ya senseless but seeing ya struggle with my cock is so fuckin' hot.” His abs momentarily flexing.

Getting off on how big and muscular he is, trembling and whining underneath you from your cunt. Spasming around him, you’re so close to cumming. Stroking your clit faster, your pace staggering before steadying out.

He moans, “Nng you've almost gotten all of me, keep going, you can take me princess.” You’re gushing in his cock, thick cum trickling down his cock. Rocking your hips back, taking him fully, he croons, “That’s it, ‘m so proud of ya sweetheart.” Sitting on his cock, your slick trickling down his balls, some splashing onto his abs.

“My cock feels good!" You can’t think straight, lost in the intense peak. Unable to move your legs, he’s throbbing inside you, thick veins pulsing. His head kissing your cervix, he’s so deep. And despite cumming you want more.

Feebly lifting your hips, Suguru helps you, firmly grabbing your waist. Lifting you till his fat cockhead is the only part of him split your sloppy, sensitive cunt open. "Is this your cock? Am I your’s?”

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 lando norris x girlfriend! reader (angst) fic summary . . . Out of all the places Lando could be after a brutal race, the only place he wants—the only place he needs—is in your arms (433 words)

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The moment Lando steps out of the car, you know.

His head is low, his jaw clenched so tightly it looks painful, and when he rips off his helmet, his face is flushed with frustration. His hair is damp with sweat, curls sticking to his forehead, but it’s his eyes that break your heart. Glossy, distant, defeated.

He doesn’t say a word as he sees you.

He just grabs your wrist and drags you away.

The second you step into his driver’s room, the door barely clicks shut before he collapses into you, gripping your waist with trembling hands. His breath is ragged, his chest rising and falling too fast, too uneven, and when you feel his shoulders start to shake, you wrap your arms around him immediately.

“I—” His voice catches. He lets out a broken sound, almost like a whimper, and it shatters you. “I—I should’ve had that. I should’ve—”

His words cut off as a sob rips through him.

“Oh, baby…” You press a hand to the back of his head, tugging him close as he completely falls apart in your arms.

Lando’s hands fist into the fabric of your shirt as he shakes, his tears hot against your neck. He’s sobbing, shuddering, falling apart in a way you know he’d never let anyone else see. But here, with you, he lets himself break.

You hold him together.

“I tried so hard,” he chokes out, clutching onto you like a lifeline. “I did everything right, and it—it still wasn’t enough.”

His voice is so full of pain, so frustrated and hurt, and you cradle him even closer.

“I know, baby,” you whisper, pressing gentle, soothing kisses to his temple. “You were amazing. I swear, you were.”

He just cries harder.

Your hands move through his damp curls, stroking, calming. Your fingers scratch lightly against his scalp, and you feel the smallest sigh against your skin. His sobs start to slow, though his body still trembles against yours.

You press soft kisses along his forehead, his cheek, his temple. “I’ve got you, Lando,” you murmur against his skin. “I’ll always have you.”

Slowly, his breathing evens out, the weight of the meltdown easing as he just melts into you. His cheek rests against your chest, his arms still locked tight around you.

His fingers loosen, no longer clutching at your shirt like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You stay like that, holding him, stroking his hair, letting him just exist in your arms.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, voice hoarse, small.

You kiss the top of his head. “Always.”

And you mean it.

[cyberlillies]

how caleb gets you used to his huge cock!

wc: 1.3k

you have always whined about how caleb's too big, and that you are afraid that you won't be able to take him. caleb's solution? make you cockwarm him any and every opportunity he gets. maybe he's reading a new physics book, or assembling a new plane model, or maybe playing the latest console game, he will always have you split on his huge length.

he'll have you wear short skirts and thongs around the house, making sure he has easy access to you. all he needs to do is flip over your skirt, push aside the thin material of your panties and you're ready, almost always dripping wet for him.

"we'll make your pretty little pussy mold to the size of my cock. you want it to fit, right, pipsqueak?”

you nod fervently as he settles you on his lap, facing him. barely pulling his boxers down, he pumps his cock, getting it hard and ready to penetrate you. his other hand works furiously on your clit, fingers rubbing random shapes to get you nice and wet for him. you let out small moans as you grind on his hand, nudging his fingers towards your slit. he knows what you want, you know that he knows what you want, yet he'll delay giving it to you till you have orgasmed atleast once from your clit.

his fingers find your hole, two of them thrusting into you and wasting no time in making you cum. you moan uncontrollably as you shake on his lap, his fingers curling inside you, stretching out your walls and pressing against the bumpy surfaces. you can hear the squelching sounds and feel the cold air hit your stretched hole as caleb sets an unimaginable pace on your poor pussy.

you soon squirt all over his lap, wetting his pants with your juices. red tinting your cheeks, you gingerly look down at the wet patch on his jeans, and then back up at him. he doesn't care in the slightest. instead he's bringing up his fingers to lick away at the nectar you released, groaning at your taste. maybe it was from all the apples he fed you, but he could swear you taste just like them.

his cock remains neglected, standing proud and tall, veins climbing up and rushing blood into every part of his thickness. his tip is gleaming with the precum it released and you're tempted to taste him, just like he tasted you. before he could register it, you swipe the precum building on his slit, a glob of it now sitting on your index finger as you wrap your lips around it. you feel him, he's salty and thick, with an earthiness that had you moaning.

"you naughty girl." caleb can't help but groan, his cock quivering from the slightest touch to his slit.

"you did it first." you stick out your tongue at him.

he laughed, a hand squeezing your face. "you really like it huh? how about we train your mouth next? you can taste me all you want.” he playfully slaps your cheeks a couple times.

your eyes widen, betraying your excitement at his suggestion. he can't help but chuckle, "fuck... you're so desperate, pipsqueak. i'll give you everything you need, all in due time.”

he's rubbing the head of his cock against your wet folds, preparing to push in. you whine as he enters you, pushing past your tight walls. you feel like you're getting torn apart from how thick he is, despite this being like the millionth time you've taken him. tears line your eyes as you hold the hand guiding his cock into you.

"it hurts? do you want to stop?" caleb sounds concerned, his thumb swiping at the tear building in your eye.

"n-no... let me... let me do it at my own pace…”

your arms are wrapped around his neck as his hands find your waist, guiding you slowly down his length. you can't help but roll your hips as he breaches into you once again. your walls clench around him, making it harder for him.

"relax." he winces, your tight walls suffocating him.

"i-i'm trying…" your chest heaves up and down, trying to steady your breathing and relax your muscles.

“shh.. i’ve got you.” caleb runs soothing hands down your back.

you continue sinking down his cock, his head soon hitting your g-spot. you throw your head back, stilling in his hold. your legs are trembling as you feel the burn in your lower area. you feel so completely full, yet when you look down you can see a considerable amount of caleb’s cock still left unsheathed.

you whine in frustration, “you're too big!”

“should i take that as a compliment?” caleb smirked.

you roll your eyes, a pout on your lips.

“you don't like it?” he’s like a kicked puppy.

“i never said that.” you reply a little too quickly. “just… i want to take all of you… but i can't!”

caleb caresses your face. “we don't need to hurry, pipsqueak. we have all the time in the world. i assure you i’ll make it fit.”

you look at him, forehead scrunched, still doubtful at his words.

“do you trust me?” caleb asks.

“yes.” there's no question about it.

“let me take care of you then.”

caleb lifts up your hips a little, letting his cock rub against your walls, stimulating and loosening them. he presses you down, his tip now hitting the spongy mouth of your womb. your walls clench around him as your juices leak down his shaft. he grunts in your ear, still trying to push upwards, trying to get whatever inches remain inside you.

your voice rings across the entire room. eyes rolled back into your skull, nails scratching caleb’s arm, you have never been touched so deep. you roll your hips, trying to get comfortable, causing caleb's cock to twitch inside you. he holds you still, his self-control millimetres away from fraying away.

you like how he's trying to hold back, it makes you want to tease him. rolling your hips again, this time a slow, deliberate grind, tightening your walls around his cock, you glance at him, lips curling in a smug smile. sweat coats caleb's forehead, his darkening gaze locked onto you.

“don't get cheeky with me.” caleb warns in a low voice, his deep tone igniting a new fire in your gut.

“what, can't control your—ahhn!” you yelp as caleb punishes you with a mean thrust of his hips.

you can feel his balls hit your folds, he was now completely inside you. a warmth bloomed inside you, his thickness at the core of it. his head is squishing your womb and his cock literally reshaping your insides. his shape is imprinted on you, the bulge on your lower belly a reminder of how tight of a fit it was.

your whole body is constricted by a foreign force. unable to move even an inch, you helplessly whimper. you're completely at caleb's mercy. his hips stutter, thrusting into you shallowly, still reeling from your mischief earlier. your walls constrict his cock, sucking him in and holding him snug inside. he runs a comforting palm over your womb, tracing his form on you.

“f-fuck, you love acting like a brat, don't you, pipsqueak?” he breathes out the nickname that once held an innocent connotation. you moan his name in response, neither a denial or affirmation of his question.

minutes pass and caleb feels your walls relax. he releases his evol and you immediately hit his chest with your fist, grumbling as you wrap your arms around him, nestling into his chest as he remains sheathed deep in you.

“i’ll get back at you for this, just you wait.” you fake annoyance.

caleb’s chest rumbles against your flushed skin as he lets out a laugh at your sinful, yet adorable visage.

“sure, sure. now stay still and be a good girl for me, okay?”

[astrocafecoffee]

Mars observation ❤️‍🔥

* FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY, ENJOY*

( nevermind i am a TWD fan 💀)

🔥Mars in Capricorn tends to be so serious about their goals that they can come off as a little work-obsessed, but what most people don’t realize is that they have a soft spot for organizing little surprises for the people they care about. Whether it’s a secret birthday party or planning a perfectly timed gift, they’ll go to great lengths to ensure everything goes smoothly and they’ll do it with military-like precision. They love being the quiet mastermind behind the scenes, and the joy of seeing someone’s reaction is their reward.

🔥Instead of the traditional, action packed Mars energy, Mars in Pisces will often take a dream driven approach to goals. They might “daydream” their way through challenges, letting their imagination be the guide. They’ll spend a lot of time visualizing what they want, sometimes way too much and this often leads them to unexpected, highly creative solutions. If you're ever stuck on something, they’re probably the person who will suggest a completely off-the-wall idea that turns out to be genius in a roundabout way!

🔥Mars in Virgo’s love of efficiency and perfectionism can make them amazing cooks (even if they don't always admit it). They might not go for extravagant recipes, but give them a few ingredients, and they’ll whip up something incredibly delicious and perfectly balanced. They’ll even have a system for how to chop vegetables just right. It’s like a cooking ritual for them every step is part of the process. And they’ll never follow a recipe without tweaking it to make it just a little more efficient.

🔥Mars in Scorpio is famous for their ability to keep secrets not just their own, but others as well. They have a natural talent for holding on to information, and they’re not the type to spill the beans unless it serves a higher purpose. This ability to stay quiet even when they know things is both enchanting and slightly mysterious. But sometimes, they might hold on to information a bit too tightly, keeping their own emotions and thoughts hidden to the point where it can be a bit... overwhelming for others to navigate.

🔥Mars in Libra is gentle, polite, and often hesitant to create waves, but once they’ve decided to defend someone they care about, their protective side comes out in full force. They’ll step in without hesitation, but they’ll do it with such grace and subtlety that it won’t even look like they’re “defending” anyone at all. It’s like watching a charming diplomat put their foot down without ever raising their voice. You’ll only realize how strong their loyalty is when the situation is already over, and you’re left in awe of how they handled it.

🔥Mars in Aries has a strong sense of personal initiative, and they love jumping in to help other especially when they feel their “help” is needed. But,they often step in without being asked, sometimes even when it’s not necessary. They’ll see a person struggling with something and swoop in to save the day, even if that person had everything under control. It’s like the classic “I’ve got this” attitude...

🔥Mars in Taurus doesn’t like being pushed or rushed into making decisions or taking action. If you try to hurry them up, they will likely dig in their heels. But If someone tells them they can’t do something or that they’re taking too long, Mars in Taurus will often react by going into overdrive to prove the naysayer wrong. It’s like they didn’t want to be rushed, but now that you’ve challenged them, they’re going to do it perfectly and on their own time. It’s not about speed ,it’s about showing they can do it right.

🔥Mars in Leo is all about action, but sometimes beneath all that bold confidence is a soft, sentimental side. They may not always show it, but they do care deeply about the people and things they love. They’ll take pride in making memories, creating meaningful traditions, and doing grand gestures for those they care about. It might not always be obvious, but they have a way of expressing love through actions that can melt your heart.

🔥Mars in Gemini doesn’t usually want to feel too tied down or dependent, even in close relationships. While they enjoy companionship and conversations, they often need their independence and space to explore other ideas or activities. This doesn’t mean they aren’t invested, it just means their expression of affection may be more cerebral and less physical or emotional.

🔥People often misunderstand Mars in Cancer as fragile or overly sensitive, but in truth, their emotional depth gives them lasting resilience. They know how to protect themselves emotionally and are often much more psychologically tough than they appear. They may retreat into their shells to recharge, but they bounce back with an inner strength that is built on emotional wisdom and a deep understanding of what it means to nurture and care for others.

🔥Mars in Sagittarius has a natural skepticism about traditional authority and systems, and they may challenge ideas that feel too rigid or dogmatic. This can sometimes make them seem rebellious or contrary, as they want to explore ideas and beliefs outside the mainstream. While they are driven by a quest for truth, they can often appear dismissive of conventional wisdom, favoring instead a more personal, adventurous approach to discovering what works for them.

🔥Mars in Aquarius often comes across as cool, aloof, or even emotionally detached, but this doesn’t mean they lack deep feelings. Instead, their emotional depths are often hidden beneath their rational, progressive exterior. They feel deeply for social issues, injustices, and global problems, but they may not express these feelings in a conventional emotional way.

🔥 Mars in 1°/13°/ 25° people might find themselves competing with authority figures rather than working alongside them. They don’t like being told what to do and can have a hard time submitting to control.

🔥 Mars in 2°/ 14°/ 26° people might not make a lot of noise about their intentions, but their actions speak louder than words. They influence people not by being outspoken, but through their reliability, consistency, and practicality.

🔥 Mars in 3°/15°/ 27° people can be incredibly sharp-tongued or enjoy debating especially when they know they can outwit someone. They don’t need to raise their voice or make physical moves to assert dominance. Their words and ideas are their primary weapons, and they can often win a battle simply by being the most articulate or quick-witted in the room.

🔥 Mars in 4°/16°/28° people often avoids direct confrontation. They might be more comfortable retreating into their shell or expressing their frustrations through passive means rather than engaging in a full-blown argument.

🔥 Mars in 5°/17°/29° people often seek validation and admiration, they often push themselves to be the best at what they do, which can lead them to overwork or overexert themselves in their pursuits. If their output does not meet their high standards, they may feel disappointed or frustrated, even if others don’t see the imperfections.

🔥 Mars in 6°/ 18° people excels in roles that involve mentorship or coaching. Their ability to break down complex tasks into manageable steps and their focus on efficiency makes them great at guiding others toward success. They may not be the loudest voice in the room, but their leadership comes through their quiet, behind the scenes contributions that ensure everything runs smoothly.

🔥 Mars in 7°/19° people deep fear of disharmony or discord in relationships. This can sometimes lead them to avoid direct confrontation or suppress their own needs to keep the peace. Bro don't do it, just communicate otherwise you will feel burnt out at some point.

🔥 Mars in 8°/ 20° people may struggle with vulnerability. They are often fearful of exposing their true selves to others, and instead, they prefer to remain in a position of power and control. They only reveal certain parts of themselves to a select few.

🔥 Mars in 9°/21° people often has a constant feeling of restlessness, which can lead them to never feel truly satisfied with where they are. They are often driven by the idea that there is always more to discover, both in the world and in themselves. This can create a sense of unsettledness, even when things are going well in their lives, as they crave new experiences and growth opportunities.

🔥 Mars in 10°/ 22° people dislike waste, especially when it comes to their time and resources. Mars in Capricorn individuals are extremely efficient, preferring to channel their energy only into pursuits that have long-term value. This is why they are often great at building sustainable and lasting success.

🔥 Mars in 11°/23° people tends to reject routine, as their focus is always on new possibilities and big ideas. They can become irritated or disengaged by repetitive or mundane tasks. If they find themselves stuck in a routine, they may feel a lack of motivation or creativity, and may even sabotage their own efforts to avoid falling into boredom.

🔥when Mars in 12°/ 24° people feel emotionally invested in a cause or a person, they may find it hard to draw clear lines between their personal energy and the other person’s needs. This blurring of boundaries can lead to emotional overwhelm, especially if their drive and energy are used for causes that don’t allow for personal fulfillment or rest.

Thanks for reading.....

- PIKO 💖

[haqiqxt]

the sacrifice

and if anything what am I doing? why am I letting you back in and why am I confessing these things now? at first— I thought to myself don’t do it. but what does one even have to lose any more? I’ve never been a person whose pride and ego has been a barrier. though I’m not an easy person to read and that’s because I am already over analysing myself and everything else, that in the stillness and silence is my comfort. I literally wear my heart on my sleeve and I’m not ashamed and im very much aware of time and presence and people and faces and love and loss - so naturally I know I’ll be fine as always. with that, take this as you want. sometimes, I think that the during never compared to the after. like, she doesn’t know who you are now, what you do, or whether you feel what she feels—but somehow, the absence of presence does nothing to lessen the presence of it. If only there was a way to show you, not just tell you, how much.

If you don’t sacrifice for what you want, what you want becomes the sacrifice

[brittle-doughie]

I’ll Take You V1 (I’ll Miss You Alt)

Some things are not fated to last, but trying to push closer only makes love farther out of reach. Results can be fatal.

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Five Cookies were baked by the Witches, radiant beings graced with wisdom and power unparalleled. The Five were destined to reshape the tempestuous world and usher in a new age of peace and prosperity for all.

Seeing as how the Five were unlike most Cookies, they could live on for far longer, the Witches have decided to bake one more Cookie. A Cookie that wasn’t as strong or held great power like them, but rather…as a companion for any of the Five to cherish and love dearly.

The love blossomed into something more that could be considered as forever happiness…

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You’ve always looked up to the Fount of Knowledge to know many aspects of this world like the back of his hand! However, all of the knowledge in the world wouldn’t compare to the joys he would have spending time with you!

He likes to spend his time in the Spire of All Knowledge cuddled up next to you as he reads books with you, showing you the many wonders of Earthbread! He always kept the stories interesting with his mannerisms and funny way of speaking, you’re never bored when he reads.

He makes sure to always leave time away from writing in scrolls and books to have moments with you, why would he keep his cutie patootie waiting on him! The texts could wait, snuggling up to you by his tower window was much more preferable to him!

“Man, you always tell such fascinating tales, my fair Fount! It almost makes me feel dull in comparison!”

“Oh, don’t let those little words come out of your mouth again! You are way more fascinating than any of the books I have! I can write whole books on their own on what you’re just oh so great to me!”

“Oh stop, you’re just saying things.”

“Far from it, my little Cookie~ It’s the honest truth~”

The two of you share a laugh as you look out the spire window, leaning on each other…

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The Herald of Change always had that bit of a grumpy side to him when it came to getting him out of his temple to come look at the new civilizations and kingdoms being created everyday.

Everything was the same to him no matter the result, but he could never say no to your requests to visit these civilizations. Your enthusiasm to see what could possibly be different was pretty infectious, encouraging him to go with you in these visits.

He was quite the protective one too, insisting that in return of going with you, you are to stick by his side as you two walked. He makes sure of that by having one of his arms around your waist, he behaves himself but will shoot a glare anyone getting too close.

“Look at that spring the townspeople made, my Herald! Look at the flowers blooming from the water and the creatures that inhabit in and around it, isn’t it wonderful?”

“It’s remarkable, but it’s nothing new to me. I’ve seen many springs like this before, they come and go eventually. Just like the many civilizations we’ve visited today, there’s so much more that I can get done by now!”

“The destination may be the same, but the journey doesn’t have to. It can be different compared to another, so many different ways Cookies behave and act, environment changing with many different plants and creatures. Tell me just one thing that you wouldn’t want to change.”

The Herald, looking down at the ground, slowly formed a smile as he softly laughed, turning his gaze to look at you. One of his arms going around you to hold you close to him.

“I’d say….”

“It would be us that I would never want to change.”

“Aw….”

The two of you hold onto each other close as you both looked on at the lively spring.

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The Seeker of Volition was immensely patient and considerate of you, shaping and changing her realm to make you as comfortable as you can be. She knows things around the Ivory Pagoda may not too interesting or extravagant, but that was alright with you. So long as you were with her.

Her displays of affection were pretty subtle that no Cookie that visited her would’ve suspected that you and her had something close and in a way, it made it more special to her. The gentle hand holding, the way she caressed your cheek as she spoke to you, it was small yet held so much love that she shared with you.

She’s always wondered why you never asked for a wish from her, with how many Cookies that visited her wanting that exact thing. Well, you didn’t really want to wish for anything, the Seeker was enough for you. Being able to stand by her side like this was a wish come true. She didn’t understand your refusal for a wish, but…it touched her that she was enough for you.

“After all the Cookies that have come to me for a wish, I did not think you wouldn’t be one of them. Is there not anything you want wish for?”

“Oh, Seeker. We’ve been through this, ehe. I do not want a wish, I have all that I need here at the Ivory Pagoda. As long as there’s this, I’m happy.”

“You are? After spending all of your time here at the Ivory Pagoda with me, you must have some sort of wish you want granted. Please, say the word. I shall fulfill it to the best of my abilities.”

“Well….”

“Yes?”

“I wish to take a walk around the Pagoda with you. Just the two of us.”

The Seeker was not expecting such a simple and mundane wish, she would’ve seen it as a waste if it came from any other Cookie, but…

To hear it from you…it made giggle softly with a smile.

“Hm…hehe, very well. I shall grant you your wish, my dearest Cookie.”

The two of you hold hands as you leave out the doors to her Pagoda, intending to enjoy a peaceful walk together…

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But could that happiness really last forever?

As time went on, it felt the Cookies you once held dear to you had changed, no longer being the Cookies you once loved. It was as if the power they held was slowly warping their minds and ideals into something more twisted and dark.

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The Fount could never be truly honest with you, always masking his words that tinged with deceit, always making a game of things. Even the books and text he’d were how you remembered…

“Fount, this..isn’t how the story went the last time I’ve heard about it…”

“Oh, that boring ol’ story? I helped myself to make a few changes that really added to the pizzazz of it all, don’t you think?”

“But that never happened! It’s a complete fabrication! Real Cookies have gone through those events, I feel like we shouldn’t tarnish that to make it “interesting.”

“Oh my! I’m hurt! I just wanted to make it more good! Oh well, I’m sure those Cookies wouldn’t mind, right? Come on, let’s read another, shall we?”

“N-no, I don’t want to read another. I’ll just..be in my room.”

“Hey! Where you going?! I swear the details on the next one are accurate! Mostly! Maybe!”

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The Herald never could see how you see the many locations and civilizations you two see, always groaning and muttering that it was boring to him. It had gotten to the point where he ignored you and remain sat on his seat in the temple.

“What do you mean you’re not going?”

“I mean it. You say that all these places would be different in their own ways, but it’s all been the same! It bores me when I have to go through the same thing over and over again!”

“I-I promise that I’ll keep your interest piqued with this one-“

“NO!”

He destroyed a nearby table with a single hit.

“You can go on without me from now on. I have no reason to endure something so boring as another town visit…”

“R-right, okay, I’ll just…go.”

You hastily leave as the Herald looked at his fist that broke the table, he realized something as a large grin on his face formed…

“That…felt good….”

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The Seeker didn’t feel like herself anymore with the coldness and apathy she now radiated. She didn’t push you away when trying to be close like old times, but she didn’t really reciprocate your affections like she would back then. It felt like..she didn’t love you all that much anymore.

“Where you going?”

“I must return to the Ivory Pagoda in order to continue my pursuit of becoming a Leavened One.”

“I know this Leavened One status is important to you, but…wouldn’t that mean I won’t get to see you much anymore. I can’t bear that…”

“Oh, Y/N Cookie…”

She caressed your cheek, but it didn’t feel right. There was no sense of love placed into it, as if she only did it to calm you down by reminding you of the past.

“You should know that I hold this opportunity dear to me, but it does not mean I value you any less, it is meaningless to worry. I must go.”

“What about my wish to spend the day together…?”

“You should also know that not every basic wish will be granted. I am sorry…”

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Regardless, it felt like you were kicked to the curb as you walked outside during the night.

You were not happy. You look up at the sky, wondering if your Creator was looking down at you too.

You ask them how could things go so wrong. What purpose could you have now that the Cookies you were made for weren’t themselves anymore? Were they even the same Cookies at this rate?

You ask…what could you do…?

…

…

…

You look down, only now noticing a nearly invisible string flowing in the air, red in color as it looked like it came from your chest. You reached up to hold it and in doing so, the string was seemingly cut and it floats away into the sky…

That…oddly felt liberating. You looked at your hands and realized that..you did have meaning outside of your purpose. There was a whole world out there that you could now explore! Many things to see and Cookies to meet!

You felt rejuvenated and head off to rest for tonight. Tomorrow, you’ll be a new Cookie!

Surely, the “Virtues” wouldn’t mind if you were gone for a little while, right?

…

…

…

…

But you weren’t the only one who felt a change after that string was cut…

The spire trembled.

The temple shook.

The cocoon violently spasmed.

Their occupants having felt the full effects…

The Fount suddenly tore the book they were “changing” as he keeled over, clutching his chest where his heart was…he felt…empty.

The Herald started a rampage in his temple, the pain in his chest fueling his anger and muddied despair as he destroyed everything…he felt…lost.

The Seeker, once settled in her cocoon, was now clutching her head with both her hands as she lets out silent screams of anguish, the pain in her chest amidst a void of white too great to ignore…she felt…voided.

One by one, they fall….

They’d find you, and they’ll take you….

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You were just about to carry on in your boat out of the continent when a sheep wandered to you.

“Oh hello, little sheep. You lost your way from your herd?”

“Baaaaa….”

“Why are you looking down? Come on, look at me…”

The sheep suddenly jolted up to look you, it looked furious as it’s eyes glowed shades of blue.

“BAAAAAA!”

“What?!”

The sheep poofed into blue smoke, and in its place was now a very angry Cookie.

“My Fount?!”

“ERRR! WRONG! Now let me ask you a question. WHY DID YOU LEAVE?!”

Shadow Milk Cookie had found you right as you were about to leave Beast-Yeast.

“I’m sorry, my Fount. But…I can’t do this anymore. You are no longer the Cookie I know and loved. You lie to me, you twist things so badly, I can’t even tell what’s true and what’s not.”

“I do not lie to you! I never could! You weren’t supposed to leave me behind! You were supposed to stick to me like glue for as long as the two of us lived!”

“We all change, Fount. That includes you and me.”

“Is that it?! Are you just going to walk away from EONS worth of our time together all for my new change of style?!”

“You are NOT going anywhere! You are coming back with me to that Spire and we are going to adore and be mushy to each other like always!”

“I’m going, Fount. I’ve made my decision…”

“Oh…hehe….ehehehe~!”

“What? What are you laughing for-“

Your movements are stopped, you are horrified to see blue strings wrapped tightly around your arm. You try to free yourself, but you found that all your limbs were wrapped in strings too. You pulled into his arms as he giggled menacingly to you, a shadow over his eyes.

“Oh, you silly little thing~ I never would’ve expected you to lie to ME! My brand new style doesn’t mean my heart went out the window! If you can’t accept how deceit seeps into the very cracks of this world, then…”

He leans in real close to your face, whispering in a chilling voice…

“I’ll just have to take you, cutie~ Ehehehe~”

You were never seen again…

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You were having a peaceful time in the civilization you were staying at, enjoying a nice meal provided by the locals when…

“AAAAAH! Run for your lives!”

“He’s destroying everything in his path, watch out!”

“ARGH! It hurts!”

The screams of Cookies in the distance alerted you to turn around from where you were sitting to see Cookies running away from something.

And their screams weren’t the only ones you were hearing.

“COME OUT TO ME, LITTLE COOKIE! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE SOMEWHERE!”

The Herald(?!) shouted in anger as he was breaking and bashing through anything in his path up ahead.

Cookies that were in his way were simply hit back with enough force to send them into walls or sliding back on the ground, he didn’t give them any time to move.

“Ah! Please! Show mercy!”

“Mercy?! There IS no mercy for you WORMS!”

The Cookie on the ground from an earlier attack tried to get up, but groaned in pain as Burning Spice Cookie slowly raised his weapon, the Cookie covers their face to brace for impact.

“STOP!”

Burning Spice Cookie immediately stops to look in the direction of your shout and locking eyes with you, he heads for you.

“Please, don’t hurt any more Cookies!”

“So…you’ve been here all along, spending time amidst these ANTS! The tide of Change will sweep through all, leaving everyone here as nothing but dust in the wind!”

“Have you NO IDEA how long I’ve looked for to find you when you didn’t come back the temple?!”

“To not see you by my side for DAYS?!”

“I know you’re mad, but please, you don’t have to do this! I’ll..I’ll come back with you…”

“Will you now…? I must be sure!”

“What are you-“

Your talk was stopped when he grips your shoulders and brought you to a rough kiss that left you coughing spice when he pulled away.

“Hahaha! Yes! I remember this feeling now! I expect you to stay in the temple with me, for as long as we live! I promise not to break you too easily, ahahaha!”

You felt conflicted as you were dragged with him back to the temple. He’d never let you go as easily again…

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You say farewell to a close friend of yours as you head inside your home. You were ready to turn in for the night as you offed the lights, it was particularly foggy tonight, so you chose to keep things closed up before you turned in for tonight.

You close your eyes and drift off to sleep..or at least, you tried to before you hear a slight creak in your room. You sit up and look, only to see a pair of slit pupils staring right back at you in the darkness in the room.

Neither of you move….

…

…

…

“I may give nothing for your loyalty, but to see you offer your mind and soul to another, right after I had been free from my cocoon…you will learn that it was pointless to try and leave me…”

“My Seeker?!”

She barely gives you time to let the realization sink in before she rushed forward to hold your cheeks in her hands, lifting you up effortlessly to bring you face to face with her as she looks down at you. Her eyes wide open and pitch black, her slit pupils bearing down on yours.

She was as expressionless as ever, but her eyes told you everything you needed to know that she was mad. You felt weak, dough turning pale..

“I never forgot our bond, the years upon years that we shared…my rise to the Leavened One should not have been a path I walked alone…”

“Why are you saying..?”

“I should’ve shared my feelings with you, to show you that everything will be futile in the end. Just like your intentions to leave me as just a thought…”

“No, you don’t have to…”

“THIS is my wish. To have you see what I see, to feel how I feel. About everything, about you…”

“No, please…”

“I promise…I promise to not have us walk alone anymore…”

Everything was a blur as she took you away from your home, up the stairs; and back to the Ivory Pagoda. The last of the outside world forever a distant memory as the cocoon wrapped up once more, Mystic Flour clutching you close to her body.

Together in a world of white, that is what she always wished for…

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“I loved you

Even though I loved you

I’ll treat you like this

Like the traitor you are

Return my feelings

I loved you

Even though I loved you

Forever”

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[bbadandboujee]

groom persona chart observations ⛧⃝ 18+

idk what to put here so fuck a intro!

OBSERVATIONS:

NEPTUNE IN THE 12H: your spouse is someone whose very artistic, they can definitely have an eye for detail, they could be good at drawing especially, they often work behind the scenes in any creative field as well. i feel like with this placement as well, they’re so good at what they do, but they may have tendencies to deny their gifts. they’re someone very patient and kind, can read emotions very well, gift of discernment too i’ve noticed, when it comes to you they have an understanding of who you are, and it’s not just the physical aspect of it all, it’s internal. i also feel like with this placement you guys will feel familiar from the get-go, this person has loved you for many lives, usually before they meet you they can have visions/dreams about you. *intuitively* i got in whatever creative endeavor they’re in, let’s saying drawing, they could draw you or even write about you before meeting you, basically envisioning their future. this person does have a thing for escapism, especially when they’re going thru ruff times, drugs, drinking, or even daydreaming about the perfect life they’ve always wanted to live. i’ve noticed with this placement your spouse can be into smoking, but it’s mainly for a reason. your spouse deep down has carried so much weight lifted on their shoulders, mentally. with you it’s like everything simply goes away, and they can become a better person. with this placement do not take your spouse for granted, love them whole.

MARS CONJUNCT PART OF FORTUNE: a very ambitious spouse, with this aspect, they’re obviously very strong inside and out. they might’ve had to work harder than others for what they’ve truly wanted in life, working from the bottom to the top is what i’ve seen with this aspect. your spouse can also become rich as hell. usually i feel like money comes and goes, but the thing is you can never call this person ‘broke’ because they’re always gonna have. finically they’ll be there for you, you can always count on them in times of need.

MOON IN SCORPIO: yo this is definitely a mysterious placement lol, not to be stereotypical or anything but this person may come off a bit as a mystery when you first meet them. they usually seem distant or simply introverted from a far, but as you get to know them they’re good people. they often have some type of relationship with their mother that may have traumatized them. but emotionally, when first meeting them they either first came out of a relationship or their just not really ready for one YET. they could be seen as emotional or even sensitive. they also usually don’t talk first unless spoken too (i think you already got that lol) but yeah, just chill ppls.

JUPITER IN 8H: BIG DIH. YUP I SAID IT. no but fr, a very big dih like i’m not playing..lets just say your spouse is PACKING..mk. he’ll definitely go round for round for round for round with you!! did i mention round for round? LOL, but yeah since jupiter tends to expand things and the 8h is also about sexual organs..you see?? 😂 but yes enough about that chi..your spouse can definitely be wealthy and their source of income is other people ofc. i feel like if they owned a business they’d take off tremendously. spiritually, they could be into esoteric shit, and i also feel like finding God could transform them as well.

VENUS 7H: a very outgoing extroverted person, sometimes their friends could often be their enemies as well, but this doesn’t stop this person from having a heart. they’ll always wanna see you do good before themselves, they often put people on a pedestal, which often leads them hurting. they can be seen as clingy especially in close relationships too. they can also be seen as friendly as well/approachable. they’ll definitely be a loyal spouse too.

MERCURY IN PISCES: IS IT ME OR PEOPLE WITH THIS PLACEMENT BE TYPING YABA DABA DOO IN THE MESSAGES?? like intentionally making spelling mistakes and shii, but nah your spouse will definitely type way different than you i’ve noticed (weird ass observation ik..) even talk different than you. it’ll be hard to understand what they’re saying sometimes too especially while typing. anywho, your spouse is VERY good at writing, very original, i’ve noticed with this placement they know how to write from a certain point of view, lets say their writing about jason..girl they’ll definitely get his point of view down so well! but all jokes aside, very smart people.

NEPTUNE 7H + URANUS 7H CONJUNCTION : girl i aint gone lie..well ykw lets give them the benefit of the doubt, they could be very hmm how do i see this..ykw fuck it, TERRIBLE AT RELATIONSHIPS. i’ve noticed with this damn placement that your spouse can be a bit of a player..🙂‍↔️, OR they just simply date a lot, BUT honestly a very good placement to have if you want someone whose a bit of a rebel, someone who doesn’t really take shit from nobody. they may have been cheated on in their past relationships, and usually their relationships tend to burn out quickly. they’re often played in relationships unfortunately, and i feel like when they meet you, you guys might be off and on not in a toxic way, but simply talking here and there. they often tend to fall for their friends a lot, and i feel like with you, y’all might be friends to lovers.

i’m done for today 💔, it’s birthday weekend so i wanted to give y’all something before i leave chi! 🙂‍↕️

[cheesecakeluver]

My love… i need a tooth-rotting sweet fluffy hamzah fic… ONE WHERE IM SMOTHERING HIM WITH SMOOCHES >0< !!

(You deserve the biggest smooch tho MWAH)

I THINK WE COULD DO IT IF WE TRIED

Hamzahthefantastic x reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Waking up on the morning after an argument, you and Hamzah talk it out, understanding each other , and reconnecting.

disclaimer: i didn’t really listen to this request… sorry @evilslushy! i get caught up with writing that i forget the end goal.

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Morning light filters through the blinds, as birds chirp outside, and the soft fall of rain patters at window.

Tossing and turning, my mind is misty, representing the weather outside. Flashes of voices, words being ridiculed, and an empty feeling feel in my head, as my thoughts recall the events of last night.

I don’t particularly want to acknowledge last nights mishaps, but i have to. That’s the gift with humans. Remembrance.

Unwillingly, my eyes open to the sounds of the plastic curtains knocking the window, and the foggy grey light floods the room, engulfing me, and who i know to be Hamzah, in it.

I yawn, stretching my arms far above my head as i glance at him, cleaning the room of its mess.

Last night, things had gotten heated. Harsh words were spilt, and items had been scattered. Never in my relationship had i seen Hamzah so enraged, and it was new to me.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes as i stumble out of bed, quickly sliding my slippers on, and making my way to the kitchen, leaving Hamzah behind without a word.

I didn’t mean to be cold towards the man i loved. I just needed to hear those two words escape from his mouth, and to understand that he really meant them. After that, i knew i’d crumble back into his arms, regardless of whether i wanted to or not.

But i would always want to, and i had come to terms with that. I appreciated that. How even through tough times i would always know i had him, and i wasn’t going to lose him.

Begrudgingly, i swung open the cupboards, grabbing the cereal boxes from the top shelf clumsily. Without Hamzah to aid me, it was harder. Another sign i needed him. Another sign i wanted him.

Spilling some of the cereal, i carefully pour two bowls, splashing milk accidentally when plopping the spoons in.

I debated leaving the bowl for Hamzah to find, or giving it to him straight up, but decided on the latter.

Slowly but surely, i made my way to our room, careful not to degrade our hallway as i did our kitchen.

Peeking through the opened door, i saw Hamzah sitting on our bed, motionless. He appeared drained, no colour flushing his cheeks as he lay back against the head frame, his demeanour growing more and more melancholy as i intruded quietly, without him knowing.

At this point i’ve had enough, and can’t take any more of his sorrow, entering the room and placing the bowl on his nightstand. I don’t utter a word, yet i gently fall in place beside him, watching his every movement. The way his chest rises and falls, and how his curls tumble into his eyes.

He seems to have acknowledged my actions, yet doesn’t say a word, making a small sliver of my heart break. I decide that if i want things to get fixed, i’d have to make the first move.

“Hamzah?…” i question warily, unsure of how he’d react.

His eyes flutter open, immediately directed to mine as he nods, as if to tell me to continue.

I sigh, my hands laying idle in my lap, cereal forgotten.

“I just wanted to ask how you were feeling.. about last night” i wince at my words, the argument still fresh in my mind, and a touchy subject.

He tenses slightly, shifting uncomfortably as his eyes depart from mine and to the condensation covered window.

Finally, he speaks, catching me off guard slightly.

“I want to apologise..” he mutters, words trailing off.

How i wish he would look at me, to stare into my eyes and understand everything i was feeling, and every thought rushing through my head.

“I know that things got heated, and i said some…”

“You did.” i reply, colder and sharper than intended. He spoke of things i would never image, calling me all sorts of names for what seemed to be a idiotic reason.

At least he understood he was acting like an ass.

He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he finally turns to look at me. His eyes pierce mine strikingly, as if he’s seeing my soul, my aura, my spirit when he looks at me.

he awkwardly slides himself over to me, looking at me for approval for his next action.

I would always give in to him, and his sweet, doe like eyes that will always entrance me.

I nod slowly, slightly unsure of whatever he would do next.

He shifts himself downwards, legs hanging off of the bed as he places his head on my stomach, and arms around my waist. I feel the man melt into me, as though we were one.

I don’t do anything, but breathe. I don’t believe that even if i had the chance to do something, that i would.

Seeing him, so idyllic, giving into me.

It was a side of vulnerability that i had yet to encounter.

“mh so sorry..” he muffled into me, and all i can do is nod, my fingers intertwined with his curls.

i sigh, relaxing my body fully as he lay atop me.

“it will be okay hamzah” i whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, a small smile growing across his face.

it will be okay.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Never mind I had one more in the tank.

‘Who’s you’re favourite person?’ Sam asked once.

‘Joaquin.’ You replied without hesitation.

Sam’s brow quirks upwards as a amused smile crept on his face, the same face that you and Joaquin had teased him constantly that made him look as though he knew something about you both, he didn’t understand the joke but that only made it funnier for you and Joaquin. ‘Why?’ He said.

You shrugged. ‘Why not. He’s my favourite person because when I’m with him I can be myself, I can be a little silly and not feel bad about it. I can be stupid and instead of laughing at me, Joaquin is laughing with me.’ You smiled to yourself when you remembered how you tripped over thin air, only for Joaquin to catch you as he tells you to be careful, only for him to trip over his own feet seconds later which lead to the pair of you laughing at the irony of the moment; To you that was the beauty of Joaquin Torres.

‘Joaquin is someone who I can go to in conference, knowing he’ll always have my back, offer wise sage like advice even when it’s like three in the morning and we’re both half out of our minds. As long as I know k have Joaquin in my corner, then I can take on anything and everything for he’s my friend, my other half, my person whom I can’t live without as I don’t want to ever think of having to live without him anymore.’ You continued as you remembered how often you spent in his room more then your own at this point, always feeling that warmth within your chest whenever you saw him after mission and how happy you were to see him come back from his without so much as some minor bruises and cuts.

You remembered how often you’d find yourself tucked protectively within his embrace after movie nights and how you’d give just about anything just to stay like this within his arms forever, protected and protecting him when you found his head on your chest on the rare occasion where he needed your comfort, never once withholding it from him as he was more then deserving of anything and everything. You couldn’t help but swoon when you remembered the nights where you both would go to the roof of the compound to watch the stars, only to find yourself looking at them as they visited within his eyes, the man was beautiful and he knew it and you weren’t one to let him forgot it either.

‘He’s my favourite person because he’s authentically himself, never giving up his true self just to fit in with the rest and I admire him for doing so. He’s my person because without him I’ve got nothing, he’s my person because he makes life brighter and more worthwhile and worth running the risk for and I can’t thank him enough for being my person.’ You finished telling Sam, who had been looking over your shoulder the entire time, which made you furrow your brows as you looked to see what had caught his attention, only to see that Joaquin was stood in the doorway behind you with his arms crossed over his chest; smiling.

‘He’s asked you the same thing huh?’ He says with a playful air to his voice, but his eyes held a sense of sincerity as he pushed himself away to move to your side, leaving your feeling a rush of warmth wash over you from the close proximity when he moves his head so it was near your ear. ‘But I’m glad to hear that I’m your favourite person, the feelings more than reciprocated my love.’ He whispered before pressing a kiss to your forehead tenderly, making you lean into his touch and smiling stupidly, but that was the effect he had over you without having to try though that’s what you loved most about him.

[noir-lullaby]

Love is Blind | Terry Richmond

Summary: Falling in love without seeing each other was the easy part. But when the doors open and you finally lay eyes on Terry Richmond, you realise this isn't just an experiment anymore. It's real.

Warnings: pure fluff.

Author’s Note: Y’all, Terry Richmond on Love Is Blind was not on my bingo card, but here we are! 😭 I had so much fun writing this.

Word Count: ~2,800 words

The moment you signed up for Love Is Blind, you told yourself you weren’t going to settle. No half-hearted connections, no forcing sparks that weren’t there. You wanted something real. And yet, sitting on this couch in the pod, you found yourself falling. Hard.

His voice was deep, steady, a soothing kind of rich that made you lean in closer to the wall that separated you. There was a quiet strength to the way he spoke, an intentionality behind every word. He listened to you—not just hearing, but truly absorbing everything you said.

“So you really teach second grade?” Terry asked, a smile evident in his tone.

“Mhm, going on five years now. They keep me on my toes, but I love it. It’s beautiful seeing their minds expand, especially our little Black and brown babies. I want them to see the world as big as they want it to be.”

Terry hummed, a thoughtful pause before he responded. “That’s dope. I respect that.”

You grinned. “And you? A former Marine?”

“Yeah. Did my time, but I knew early on I wasn’t staying in forever. Too much blind loyalty, y’know? And I ain’t with all that.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “I won’t lie, I’ve always had complicated feelings about the military.”

“How so?”

You exhaled, choosing your words carefully. “I get why people serve. I really do. But it’s hard knowing how much harm our government has done, especially to people who look like us. I could never put my life on the line for a country that’s never fully protected us.”

Terry was quiet for a beat before he spoke, voice even. “I hear you. And honestly? I don’t disagree. I enlisted ‘cause I needed stability. Wanted to make sure my family was good. But the deeper I got into it, the more I saw the cracks. So I left.”

You bit your lip, thinking. “Do you regret it?”

“Nah. It made me who I am, but it don’t define me. I’m more than that.”

Something in your chest warmed at that. You liked the way he saw himself, how he wasn’t confined to one experience, one box. It made you want to know more.

Days turned into weeks, and with every conversation, the connection deepened. You spoke about everything—the best soul food spots, your love for old-school R&B, the books that changed your lives. Be still, your heart.

The laughter, the teasing, the little moments of vulnerability—it all built to this moment.

“I know this might be crazy,” Terry started, voice lower now, like he was holding his breath. “But I can’t ignore what I feel for you. I don’t need to see your face to know I wanna build something real with you.”

Your heart pounded. You had dreamed of this moment, but with him, it felt different. It felt right.

“Terry,” you whispered, emotion thick in your throat.

“Will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, the answer already there. “Yes.”

--

The night before the reveal, you barely slept. Your mind raced with excitement, nerves, and the tiniest sliver of doubt. What if he wasn’t attracted to you? What if the chemistry fizzled when you were face to face? But deep down, you knew it wasn’t just about looks. You had fallen for his mind, his heart, the way he made you feel safe without even seeing you.

And then, the moment came.

Standing behind the doors, your hands trembled. This was it. The moment you would finally see him, no walls, no barriers. Just you and him.

The doors opened, and your breath hitched.

Terry Richmond stood there, tall and strong, blue-grey eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your stomach flip. He was beautiful, and the way his lips parted in awe made you feel like the most radiant woman in the world.

“Damn,” he exhaled, running a hand over his goatee. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

You let out a soft laugh, stepping forward as he pulled you into his arms. The embrace was firm, secure, like home. He smelled of cedarwood and something distinctly him, and when he pulled back just enough to look at you, there was nothing but warmth in his gaze.

“We really did this, huh?” you murmured, fingers tracing the lapels of his suit.

“Yeah, we did,” he said, voice full of certainty. “And I ain’t letting go.”

Neither were you.

You couldn’t stop staring at him, drinking in every detail—his strong jawline, the faint scar on his brow, the way his hands held yours like he was afraid to let go. “I was scared,” you admitted. “That maybe this connection wouldn’t feel as real in person. But looking at you now? I’ve never been more sure.”

Terry cupped your cheek, thumb grazing your skin gently. “I know what you mean. But I felt you before I saw you. And now that I see you?” He leaned in, voice low and reverent. “I ain’t going nowhere.”

Before you could overthink it, his lips captured yours in a slow, deep kiss. The world around you faded, cameras and crew slipping into nothingness as you melted into him. His hands anchored you, fingers pressing into the small of your back as he deepened the kiss, taking his time like he wanted to memorize the way you tasted. Your arms looped around his neck, holding him close, needing him closer. It was soft and urgent all at once, a promise sealed between you.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, he pressed his forehead against yours, a small smirk on his lips. “Yeah,” he murmured. “This is real.”

The first few minutes together felt like a dream. The way he held your hand, the way he whispered little reassurances—You good? You nervous?—all of it made you melt. The cameras, the producers, all faded into the background. It was just the two of you.

“So… what now, fiancée?” he teased, smirking as he twirled your fingers between his own.

You laughed, tilting your head. “I guess we get ready for the real world.”

“Think we’ll survive?” he asked, half-joking, half-serious.

You squeezed his hand. “As long as you’re in it, I’m ready.”

Terry studied you for a long moment, like he was committing every detail of your face to memory. Then, with a slow, confident nod, he smiled. “Then let’s do this, baby.”

And for the first time in a long time, you felt completely, undeniably, ready too.

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[kaxserlvr]

Toxicbf!kaiser who always puts soccer above you. He doesn’t think twice cancelling dates for training or matches if it would mean becoming the best.“You should’ve known what you were getting into”

Toxicbf!kaiser who avoids serious discussions. He hates emotional confrontations, can’t handle them and will dodge it or dismiss it completely. “We’re doing fine, why ruin the atmosphere?”

Toxicbf!Kaiser whose ego is his biggest flaw. He will constantly prioritise himself and make you an afterthought not an equal completely disregarding your feelings . May even seem like he’s looking down on you. “You should feel lucky you’re with me”

Toxicbf!kaiser who doesn’t apologise. Even when he knows he’s in the wrong(which is rare lol) he’d prefer to straight up ignore it or buy expensive gifts in hopes you’ll forget. He hates the feeling of being vulnerable.

Toxicbf!Kaiser when you start to pull away from him will act like it doesn’t bother him(it does). He thinks you’re just trying to get a reaction from him, he’d call it “cute” He fully thinks you’ll come back(until you dont)

Toxicbf!Kaiser who feels something disgusting stir in him when he sees you talking to someone with a smile you no longer show him. He suddenly has a strong urge to be near you to show you’re his glaring at the person.” Are they bothering you,hm?”

Toxicbf!kaiser who starts to panic when he realises you’re genuinely getting tired of him. He’ll try to act like it doesn’t bother him but starts to notice how you don’t wait up for him at night, you dont try to start small chats, you no longer look at him,you no longer send him cute messages on how he’s doing. He’s starting to sound desperate.”Talk to me” “where are you?”

Toxicbf!kaiser who uses anger as a defence. He’ll try to blame you for his issues since it’s hard for him to take the fault. Truth is beneath all the anger is fear-fear of losing the one person that makes him feel something. “So that’s it? You’re just gonna give up on me?”

Toxicbf!kaiser who finally breaks and apologies. Seeing you slip away for good causes him to drop the act. No more looking down,no more games. He looks desperate and his usual cocky voice is replaced by something quieter “I’ve never done this…I- I don’t know how to be…I don���t want to loose you..” hed swallow his pride and admit he’s wrong if it means not losing you “I know I messed up and should’ve treated you better..I’m sorry”

Toxicbf!Kaiser who’d give you space but still be available. Texting you so he can remember you’re still here “have you eaten?” “What did you do today?”

If you choose to leave him for good …he’d take it hard and he wouldn’t be the same. Hed spend most of his time on soccer to try forget everything and his emptiness. It does pay off as he improves even more and becoming the best of the best but when he scores the winning goal and everyone cheers for him he instinctively looks for you in the crowd-to see your not there-he realises how bad he lost

But if you choose to give him a chance…you can see he’s nervous he will mess up again by the way he fidgets more around you. You two would have a talk and Kaiser would open up about his fears and insecurities he’s had and hed promise to work on himself and you promise to help communicate more so you guys can grow from this for the future.

[00valentina-writes00]

hey! i OBSESSED with your angst and i was wondering if you could wright sevika and ambessa with the prompt of using a weakness/very sensitive topic against you in a argument

♡♥︎ Words Like Knives ♥︎♡

Im back from hiatus!

Warnings: Argument, emotional hurt, harsh words, manipulation, tension, emotional conflict, angst, brief mention of sensitive topics

♡ Sevika ♡

You knew better than to argue with Sevika.

She wasn’t the type of person to back down, not even for a second, and you’d learned that the hard way. But this time? This time was different. The tension between you two had been building for weeks—snide remarks, sharp glares, and biting silence in place of the warmth you once shared. But today, you were both on the verge. Your patience was thin, and her anger was bubbling just beneath the surface, waiting for the smallest trigger to erupt.

It came out of nowhere.

“Why don’t you just admit it?” Sevika spat, her dark eyes narrowing as she leaned in close, her breath warm against your face. “You’re always gonna be a disappointment, aren’t you?”

Her words felt like a punch to the gut, and it took everything in you not to flinch. Your hands curled into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms. You could feel the heat rising in your chest, the pressure building behind your ribs as she stared you down.

“Sevika, don’t start—” you began, but she wasn’t done.

“No,” she interrupted, her voice low and venomous. “I’ve had enough of your damn excuses. You’re so fucking fragile. You can’t even keep it together when things get tough. All you do is run away.”

Her words stung like hot coals, burning into your skin. You could feel the familiar panic rising within you, that tightness in your throat that came with being cornered. Your heart hammered in your chest, the air growing thick as her harsh words continued to cut through you.

“You think I don’t know?” Sevika sneered. “You’ve always been this way. Weak, pathetic—too scared to face anything head-on. But hey, at least you’re good at hiding behind that fucking smile, right?”

Her words scraped across your soul, leaving deep, jagged marks in their wake. You wanted to say something, to defend yourself, but the words felt heavy, trapped somewhere deep inside your chest. How could you explain to her that you weren’t running away? How could you make her understand the fear that gripped you?

But Sevika wasn’t done.

She stepped closer, towering over you, her presence overwhelming. You could feel her anger vibrating in the air, sharp and suffocating.

“You’re just like everyone else. Too fucking scared to stand your ground. No wonder you’ve always been so easy to manipulate. You can’t even stand up for yourself, let alone anyone else.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, and your breath hitched. The way she made it sound—it was like you didn’t have the right to be who you were. It was like every weakness you had, every failure, was just another reason for her to belittle you.

You opened your mouth, desperate to explain, but nothing came out. Your throat was tight, your chest burning with the ache of the argument that had just gone from bad to worse. You tried to hold yourself together, but it was getting harder by the second.

“I thought you were different,” Sevika muttered, her voice suddenly quieter, colder. “But you’re not. You’re just like everyone else. Too afraid to step up, too afraid to face the truth. You’re a fucking coward, and you’ll always be one.”

Her last words hit harder than anything else, the weight of them dragging you down. Coward.

The word echoed in your mind, a constant, nagging reminder of all the times you’d failed. All the moments you’d hidden from the things that scared you. And now Sevika was using it against you, weaponizing your deepest insecurities like they were nothing.

You tried to speak, but your voice came out shaky, barely a whisper. “Sevika, please…”

She didn’t care.

“Please?” Sevika mocked, stepping even closer, the heat of her anger radiating off her in waves. “What’s the matter, huh? You’re too scared to even fight back? Too scared to stand up for yourself like you’ve always been?”

You could feel the tears threatening to spill, and you hated it. You hated that she’d reduced you to this—hated that she could cut you down so easily. But the truth was, she wasn’t wrong.

It wasn’t just the argument that was breaking you. It was the truth in her words. The part of you that had never been able to fully overcome your own fears. The part of you that was still a child, running from every obstacle that came your way.

“You’re right,” you whispered, the words tasting bitter as they left your mouth. “I’m scared. I’m scared of failing. I’m scared of being… nothing.”

Sevika’s expression faltered, her jaw tightening as if she’d said too much. But she didn’t apologize. No, Sevika wasn’t the type to apologize. She simply crossed her arms over her chest and sneered.

“You’re damn right you’re scared. And you’ll keep being scared until you grow a fucking spine and stop running away from your own goddamn problems.”

Her words landed like another strike, but you didn’t respond this time. You couldn’t. There was nothing left to say. She had used your insecurities as a weapon, and all you were left with was the hollow sting of her words.

Sevika stared at you for a long moment, her gaze cold, calculating. Then, with a quick exhale, she turned on her heel, walking away without another word.

But you didn’t move.

You stood there, rooted to the spot, feeling like the walls were closing in around you. Your heart ached with the weight of everything she’d said, everything she’d done. You felt small, insignificant, and completely unworthy of any affection, any care. How could you ever expect someone to love you when you were this broken?

You heard Sevika’s footsteps fade into the distance, but you didn’t go after her. Not this time. You couldn’t. Not when the pain from her words was so raw, so fresh.

A part of you wanted to chase after her, to beg her to take it back, but another part of you knew that you were too afraid. Too afraid of facing the consequences of your own weakness.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been broken by someone you loved. But it was the first time you felt like you might not recover.

You sank to your knees, your chest tight, suffocating. The tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over, but there was no comfort. No one to wipe them away. Sevika had said what she needed to say, and now she was gone.

And all you were left with was the ache in your heart, the sting of her words that would haunt you long after she was out of sight.

And for the first time, you wondered if maybe she was right. If you were just a coward who would never be able to face the truth of who you really were.

♡ Ambessa ♡

The silence in the room was suffocating. You could feel the weight of Ambessa’s gaze on you as she stood by the large window of her lavish office, her posture unyielding and regal. You had tried, truly tried, to keep your temper in check, but the tension had been building for days, and now it was boiling over. She had a way of pushing your buttons, of prodding at the things you’d rather leave buried—and tonight was no different.

“I don’t understand why you’re making this so difficult.” Ambessa’s voice was low, but the venom was unmistakable. She didn’t need to raise her voice to make you feel like you were in the wrong. The way she spoke was a weapon in itself—calm, calculated, yet laced with disdain.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, but the words were already slipping out before you could stop them. “I’m not the one making this difficult, Ambessa. You are.”

Ambessa turned slowly, her sharp, piercing gaze locking onto yours. A single eyebrow quirked in amusement, though there was no humor in it. “Is that so? You think you’re the one in control of this situation?”

You clenched your fists at your sides, feeling the familiar pressure in your chest, the suffocating feeling that always came when you were caught in one of her arguments. She always knew how to twist things, how to make you feel like you were in the wrong, even when you knew you weren’t. But this time, you couldn’t let her win.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you bit out, voice trembling with the raw emotion that had been building. “I didn’t ask for your manipulation or your constant need to make everything about your damn power plays.”

Ambessa’s expression hardened, her lips curling into a thin line. “Manipulation? Is that what you think this is?” She stalked toward you, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, each step deliberate, calculated. “You think I manipulate you?”

“I know you do,” you shot back, your heart pounding in your chest. “I’m not blind, Ambessa. I see through your games. You make me feel like I’m the one who’s always wrong, like I’m the one who’s always at fault.”

Ambessa’s eyes flashed with something darker, something colder. Her demeanor shifted, and for a split second, you regretted pushing her so far. But there was no going back now.

“Is that how you see it?” Her voice was a whisper, but it held an edge. “You’re upset because I hold you accountable? Is that it?”

“No.” You shook your head, refusing to back down. “I’m upset because I’ve been giving you everything, and you’re treating me like nothing.”

The words stung even as they left your mouth, and you saw the brief flicker of emotion in Ambessa’s eyes. But it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. She stepped forward, her presence overwhelming, towering over you in a way that felt suffocating.

“You think you’re the only one giving anything?” Her tone was sharp, laced with something dangerous. “I’ve sacrificed more for this than you’ll ever understand.”

You could feel the frustration building in your chest, the pressure of her words pressing down on you. “You’ve never once considered how I feel, Ambessa. Never.”

Ambessa’s face twisted into something cruel, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “How you feel?” She stepped closer, her breath warm against your skin. “Oh, I’m sure I’ve considered it. After all, it’s not as if I haven’t been made painfully aware of your… shortcomings.”

The way she said it, the deliberate slowness with which she let the words hang in the air—it felt like a blow to your chest. You had always known that Ambessa had a way of finding your vulnerabilities, but you never thought she would use them against you so… so effortlessly.

“You think you’re the only one who’s had to deal with loss?” Ambessa’s voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. “I’ve lost everything, everything that mattered, just to build this empire. And yet here you are, crying over your little—” She stopped herself, eyes narrowing. “Well, let’s not pretend we don’t both know how fragile you are.”

Her words cut deep. You felt them slice through you, carving open wounds you thought were closed. The pain of it—the way she reduced your struggles, your trauma, to something insignificant—it made your breath catch in your throat.

“Don’t you dare.” Your voice came out barely above a whisper, the trembling anger making it hard to form the words. “Don’t you dare use that against me.”

Ambessa took a step closer, her gaze never leaving yours. “What? Are you ashamed of it? Ashamed of the fact that you’re weak?” Her eyes flickered with something almost predatory, as if she could smell your fear, the rawness of the old wounds you hadn’t fully healed from.

The room felt like it was closing in on you, the heat of her presence suffocating. Your hands were shaking at your sides, and you couldn’t stop the ache that bloomed in your chest. “I’m not weak,” you whispered, though even you could hear the doubt in your voice. “I’m not weak, and I’m not ashamed of what I’ve been through.”

But Ambessa wasn’t listening anymore. She was too caught up in her own words, in her own need to break you down. “You always were the fragile one,” she said coldly. “Just like I knew. You never had the stomach to do what needed to be done. Never strong enough to face your demons.”

Each word she spoke landed like a punch, relentless and sharp. The guilt you had buried deep inside yourself, the feeling that you were never enough, never strong enough to live up to what was expected of you—it all bubbled to the surface. You had never fully dealt with the pain, the trauma, and now it felt like Ambessa was ripping it all open again, with no care for how much it hurt.

Tears stung at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not in front of her. You had fought too hard to get to this point, to let her see how much she had gotten under your skin. You clenched your jaw, but the pain was unbearable, the weight of her words suffocating.

“You don’t know anything about me,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper, but there was strength in it. “You don’t get to decide what I’m worth. You don’t get to make me feel small because you’re too afraid to face your own weaknesses.”

Ambessa’s face twisted, her lips curling into something that was far from a smile. “You think I’m afraid?” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “You think I’m afraid of you? Of anything?”

You met her gaze, the fire in your eyes matching the heat of the anger that swirled in your chest. “No. But I think you’re afraid of facing the truth.” You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “You use me, you manipulate me, because you’re too scared to face who you really are. And I’m done being your pawn.”

For a moment, Ambessa didn’t speak. The silence between you felt thick, heavy with unspoken words. You could see the anger in her eyes, but you also saw something else—a flicker of something deeper, something more human beneath her hard exterior.

But it was gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by the cold mask she always wore.

“You’ve crossed a line,” Ambessa said, her voice low and dangerous. “But I’ll give you one last chance. Leave, and forget everything I said. Stay, and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

The room felt like it was collapsing in on itself, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. But despite the weight of her words, despite the ache in your chest, you stood tall.

“I’m not afraid of you, Ambessa.”

And with that, you turned, walking away.

[4linos]

he confesses to you.

maknae line x fem!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, tiny mentions of an ex boyfriend

wc: 4870

a/n: my gift to you after all that angst 😙🫶

HAN

It was a quiet afternoon, the kind that seemed to stretch on forever in the best possible way. You and Jisung were sitting side by side in his cozy studio, a room filled with equipment, soft lighting, and the kind of peaceful energy that only his music could create. The air was thick with the gentle hum of his latest tracks, each one a piece of his soul poured into the beats, melodies, and lyrics that spoke so much louder than any words ever could.

You had been friends since high school, and over the years, your bond had only grown stronger. But after your breakup with your ex boyfriend a few months ago, you found yourself retreating, unsure of what you wanted or needed. Jisung had been there for you, though. He never once pushed you, just patiently waited until you were ready to spend time together again, like old times. You started hanging out more, laughing and joking like you always had, and it felt like you were finally coming back to yourself.

Today, you were in his studio, just like old days, but this time, there was something different. Jisung was showing you his music, something he’d never done before. He was always so private about his work, but today, he seemed eager to share it with you. He clicked through various tracks, his hands moving quickly over the controls as you listened, genuinely impressed. There were songs that you could tell had come from deep within him, songs that carried emotions he’d never been able to express out loud. The vulnerability in his voice as he spoke about each track made you admire him even more.

“You’re really good, Jisung,” you said, grinning as he hit play on another song. “These are amazing.”

He smiled sheepishly, clearly proud, but still a little shy. “Thanks. I’m glad you like them. I’ve been working on some new ones, too.”

Your eyes wandered over to the screen as he scrolled through his list of tracks. That’s when you saw it.

A song titled “Y/N.”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. You had no idea what to expect, but you didn’t want to seem too eager. You leaned in slightly, looking up at him. “Wait, stop. What’s this one?”

“Wait, Jisung, stop.” You reached out and lightly tapped the screen, causing him to freeze, his fingers hovering over the laptop.

He paused, his face going slightly pale as he realized what you’d seen. The song title was simple, just your name, and as soon as you recognized it, you felt your heart skip a beat. Jisung looked uncomfortable, his eyes wide with panic.

“Uh… it’s nothing, really. Just ignore it,” he stammered, clearly flustered.

You weren’t about to let it go, though. Curiosity and something else, something deep in your chest pulled you to take control of the laptop. “No, I want to hear it,” you said, your voice soft but insistent.

Jisung’s face turned bright red, and he made a move to grab the laptop, but you held it out of his reach. “Jisung, come on. You’ve been showing me everything else. Let me hear this one.”

He hesitated, glancing between you and the screen, and then let out a deep sigh, knowing he couldn’t stop you. “I never meant for you to hear that,” he muttered under his breath. But it was too late. You clicked the folder, and the song began to play.

As the first notes filled the room, a soft melody played, calming and gentle, like something that had been buried in Jisung’s heart for a long time. The lyrics began, and your heart stopped. You recognized the words, each one resonating deep inside you. They were words you’d never heard him say out loud, words filled with emotions he had never shared before.

The lyrics spoke of longing, of wanting to be with someone but holding back because of circumstances. They were filled with the kind of raw emotion you hadn’t realized he carried. You could feel the weight of the song, the unspoken confession that had been hidden in his music all this time.

Jisung’s face was buried in his hands, clearly mortified. You could hear his quiet apologies, but you were too focused on the song to respond right away. The lyrics continued, and with each line, it became clearer and clearer, this was his confession. A confession he’d never been able to say aloud when you were with your ex-boyfriend.

Your eyes welled up with tears as you listened, each word feeling like it was meant for you. You never expected this, never thought Jisung had carried such deep feelings for you, especially not after everything that had happened with your ex. The music swirled around you, pulling you in, and you realized that your feelings for him, which you’d buried for so long, were coming to the surface with the song.

Before you even realized it, a few tears had escaped, running down your cheeks. Jisung had been your friend for so long, and yet, in this moment, you saw him in a way you never had before. He had loved you for so long, and you had been too blind to see it.

Jisung finally gathered the courage to look at you, and when he saw the tears in your eyes, he froze. His heart dropped in his chest. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I never should’ve… I didn’t mean to make you cry. I—”

But you cut him off gently, your voice shaky but steady. “No, Jisung. It’s not that. It’s just… I never knew. I never knew you felt like this.”

Jisung’s eyes widened, his expression a mix of relief and worry. “You… You’re not mad? I didn’t mean to make things weird between us. I just… I was too scared to tell you before. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. And when I found out you were with him, I couldn’t—”

You took a deep breath, wiping away your tears, and looked him in the eyes. “Jisung, I never knew you felt this way. I always thought… I always thought I was the only one who had these feelings for you.”

Jisung blinked, his mouth slightly agape, unsure if he’d heard you right. “Wait, you—?”

You nodded, the weight of your own confession settling in. “Yes. I’ve always liked you too, sung. Before he and I broke up, he gave me an ultimatum. He said I had to choose between him or you. And I chose you, Jisung. Even if I never said it before, I’ve always cared about you. More than I should’ve, maybe.”

Jisung stared at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. The world seemed to stop around you both as you took in each other’s words. The silence between you felt heavy, but it was also filled with something else something hopeful, something new.

Finally, Jisung’s lips curled into a soft smile, his eyes shining with relief and happiness. “You… you chose me?” His voice cracked slightly, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

You nodded, a gentle smile on your face as you took a step closer to him. “I did. And I’m so sorry for not saying it sooner. I was afraid, too. Afraid of ruining what we had. But now I… I just don’t want to hide it anymore.”

Jisung’s expression softened, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into a tight hug. You let yourself relax against him, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the overwhelming sense of relief that flooded over both of you.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “Thank you for choosing me.”

You smiled into his shoulder, your heart feeling fuller than it had in a long time. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad I finally got the chance to say it.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the music and the quiet of his studio, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place.

felix

The kitchen smelled warm, rich with the scent of chocolate and sugar as you stood beside Felix, his easy presence making the cozy space feel even cozier. He had insisted on teaching you how to make his famous brownies, a recipe he'd perfected. You weren’t a baker, but with him guiding you, it felt like an adventure.

You watched Felix carefully, admiring how effortlessly he moved around the kitchen. His arms brushed against yours as he handed you the mixing spoon, and each touch made your heart race in a way you weren’t sure how to handle. Felix had always had that effect on you.

Over the months of friendship, you’d gotten close, laughed together, shared your thoughts, and spent countless hours talking. But no matter how much time you spent together, you couldn’t bring yourself to confess the feelings that had been growing quietly in your chest. Felix, as always, was the charming, flirtatious one occasionally brushing his hand against yours, giving you teasing smiles, making flirty comments. It left you both in an unspoken tension, one that neither of you had dared to address, but both of you felt it.

Today, though, as Felix stood close behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist to guide your hands through the brownie batter, the air felt charged with something different. His warmth radiated through you, and you couldn’t help but blush as his chin rested briefly on your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.

"You’re doing great," Felix murmured, his voice so close to your ear it made your heart skip. You could feel the muscles in his arms flex as he helped mix the batter, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering in the air around you.

"Thanks," you whispered, your cheeks burning, not just from the heat of the oven but from his closeness. Felix’s presence always had that effect on you. His occasional lingering touches, the way his gaze would soften when he looked at you, it made it harder to ignore the feelings that fluttered inside you.

As the batter began to thicken, Felix’s hand slid down to the bowl’s edge, brushing against your fingers in a way that felt deliberate. You couldn’t stop your breath from catching in your throat. You turned to him, your voice stumbling out, "Felix—"

Before you could finish your sentence, a small dab of brownie batter landed on the tip of your nose. You blinked, surprised, then looked up at him. Felix grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with playful energy. He had the same carefree, teasing smile that always left you both charmed and nervous at the same time.

Without thinking, you scooped up a bit of batter with your finger and smirked. "You’re going to regret that," you said quietly before gently pressing the batter onto the tip of Felix’s nose.

The moment your finger made contact, he let out a surprised laugh. The kitchen filled with the sound of it, the warm, carefree laughter of two friends caught up in a simple, fun moment. Felix, however, was quick to retaliate, and before you knew it, the both of you were in a full-blown batter fight. You each scooped handfuls of the gooey chocolate mixture and playfully splattered each other with it. The room was filled with laughter that came from the heart, the kind that felt so easy and light between the two of you.

But soon, the chaos quieted. Felix caught you by the waist, pulling you against him, his hands firm but gentle. You looked up at him, breathless from the laughter, but as his gaze softened, you felt the shift between you both. His fingers lingered on your waist as he pulled you even closer, his lips just inches from yours. The playful air from moments before seemed to vanish, replaced by something deeper, something unspoken but undeniable. You could feel his heart beating against yours, fast, just like yours, and in that fleeting moment, the world around you seemed to disappear.

Without any further hesitation, Felix leaned in, his lips gently pressing against yours. The kiss was soft at first, tentative as if he was unsure if it was the right thing to do, but when you didn’t pull away, when you melted into him, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more filled with the intensity of everything left unsaid. It was like the kiss itself was a confession, a moment where all the emotions between you both could finally be released.

When he pulled away, his breath shaky, Felix’s eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. His heart hammered in his chest, and you could see the hesitation on his face, as though he feared he had just ruined everything. The fear in his eyes made your own heart ache, but you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m sorry,” Felix muttered, his voice almost too quiet, “I didn’t mean to make things weird. I just… I didn’t know if you felt the same, and I… I thought maybe I’d ruined our friendship.”

His words hit you like a wave, and your heart stuttered in your chest. You took a step back, your hands shaking slightly, but you couldn’t let him doubt what you’d both just shared. You smiled softly, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. "Felix…" you whispered, your voice steady even though your heart was racing. "You didn’t ruin anything."

Felix blinked at you, his expression full of confusion, and he opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head, taking a step closer to him.

"I’ve liked you for so long, Felix," you admitted, your voice a little breathless. "I’ve been too shy to say it, and… and I didn’t want to risk our friendship either. But I’ve always felt it, and now I can’t hide it anymore."

You could see the relief wash over his face, and before you knew it, his hands were cupping your face gently, his eyes filled with warmth and tenderness. "I like you too," he said, his voice soft but full of emotion. "I didn’t want to scare you, but I’ve been feeling this way for so long. I’m so glad you feel the same."

His words were like a weight lifting from both of your shoulders. Felix leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling you back into his arms. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, knowing that this was only the beginning of something new. You had been afraid to confess your feelings, but now that they were out in the open, everything felt right, like the next chapter of your story was unfolding right in front of you.

The two of you stood there, laughing, covered in brownie batter, but with hearts full of happiness and new beginnings. The kitchen felt warmer than ever, filled with the sweet scent of chocolate and the knowledge that this friendship, this bond you’d shared for months was now something even more beautiful, something you both cherished.

seungmin

The car's headlights cast a soft glow on the quiet road, the gentle hum of the engine filling the silence between you and Seungmin. The radio plays a quiet tune in the background, but it feels distant now, as if it’s part of a world that doesn’t quite matter at this moment. You're sitting in the passenger seat, the soft leather beneath you a small comfort against the rising tension in the air. You glance over at Seungmin, noting how his grip tightens on the steering wheel, his jaw set in a way that feels different, like he's holding something back.

He keeps stealing glances at you, his eyes flickering over to your face before quickly turning back to the road, as if he’s afraid to let you catch him looking. You don’t say anything sometimes silence is easier, and right now, it feels natural between you both. But something in the air is shifting, and you can feel it. Seungmin is tense, his thoughts racing, and the longer the silence stretches on, the more you begin to wonder what’s going on inside his head.

The miles seem to pass slowly, each second stretching as Seungmin’s nerves build. Then, without warning, he pulls the car over to the side of the road, the engine softly ticking as it cools. The headlights illuminate the empty street ahead, but inside the car, the world feels still, as if even time has decided to hold its breath. He turns to face you, his gaze uncertain, vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before. The weight of something unspoken fills the space between you both, heavy and tangible.

“Y/N,” Seungmin says your name, his voice quiet, almost hesitant. His words are slower than usual, carefully chosen, as if he’s weighing each one before he lets it slip past his lips. He pauses, the tension so thick you can feel it in your bones, before he takes a deep breath. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say, and I… I’ve been wanting to say it for a while now.”

You stay silent, watching him closely, waiting for him to continue. Your heart beats a little faster, wondering what he’s thinking, what he’s about to share.

“I don’t know when it happened,” Seungmin goes on, his voice lower now, almost a whisper. “But I like you, Y/N. More than just a friend. I’ve liked you for a long time, and I’ve been too scared to tell you. I didn’t want to mess things up between us, but I… I can’t keep pretending like it’s not there anymore.”

He looks down at his hands for a moment, his fingers tight around the steering wheel as if trying to steady himself. The vulnerability in his words hangs in the air, and you realize just how much courage it must have taken for him to admit this.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is,” he continues, glancing at you again, his eyes a little brighter now, though still filled with uncertainty, “I like you. And I want you to know. I don’t want to keep it to myself anymore.”

There’s a long silence after that. You can hear the soft hum of the car, the world outside seemingly frozen in time. Seungmin shifts nervously in his seat, his gaze flickering back to the road, but there’s no escaping the tension in the air now. His words hang between you, raw and honest, and you can feel how deeply he means them.

Your heart is pounding in your chest. The confession isn’t a complete surprise, you’ve felt it in the way he’s looked at you, the small gestures that spoke more than words ever could but hearing it out loud, hearing the vulnerability in his voice, makes everything feel different. The weight of it settles into your own chest, and you realize that you’ve been waiting for this moment too.

Seungmin is still watching you, his eyes wide, full of hope and fear all at once. He’s waiting for something from you an answer, a response, anything. His hand moves slightly on the gearshift, like he’s about to turn the engine back on, retreating into the safety of action. But before he does, you speak.

“Seungmin,” you say, your voice a little softer than you expect, but steady. “I like you too.”

His head snaps toward you, and for a moment, his face is a picture of disbelief. He blinks, his eyes wide, as if he can’t quite process what he’s just heard. His hands tighten on the wheel again, but this time it’s not from tension it’s from a rush of emotions that have suddenly flooded him. He looks at you like he’s not sure if he’s dreaming, if this is real.

“You do?” he whispers, the words almost a question, full of surprise and hope. The disbelief in his voice makes your heart ache with tenderness for him.

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips, though there’s a nervous flutter in your chest. “Yeah. I’ve liked you for a while too. I just… I didn’t know how to say it.”

A breath escapes his lips, and the smile that spreads across his face is so genuine, so relieved, that it feels like the world itself has shifted into something brighter. He lets out a small laugh, still in disbelief, but it’s full of joy this time, not fear.

“I can’t believe this,” Seungmin mutters, his voice shaky with emotion. He shakes his head in amazement, as if processing your words is too much to handle all at once. His eyes flicker from your face to the road, then back to you, searching for some sign that this is real.

You smile again, a little more confidently now. “It’s real. I really like you.”

Seungmin takes a deep breath, a soft chuckle escaping him as he looks down at his hands for a moment, trying to compose himself. The tension that had been in him just moments ago starts to melt away, replaced by something lighter, something happier. His eyes soften, his lips turning up into the warmest smile you’ve ever seen. It’s the smile of someone who’s been holding onto something for so long, and finally, they’re able to breathe.

“I’m so glad,” he says, his voice full of relief and warmth. “I was so nervous.”

“I was too,” you admit with a laugh, the tension between you both completely gone now. It feels like the air has cleared, like a storm has passed, leaving nothing but the calm in its wake.

Seungmin glances at you again, his smile not fading, and before you know it, his hand reaches toward the center console, resting gently on the armrest between you two. His fingers hover for a moment before brushing against yours, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. His touch is soft, warm, and reassuring, as though he’s saying everything without saying a word.

You don’t pull away. Instead, you give him a small, encouraging smile, and his hand slowly intertwines with yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you both.

The road stretches out ahead of you, the night still and peaceful, and for the first time, everything feels exactly as it should be. This is a new beginning, one that’s just as exciting and uncertain as it is comforting. And as Seungmin squeezes your hand gently, you both know that whatever comes next, you’re no longer walking this road alone.

I.N

It was one of those easy, lazy afternoons that had become a regular part of your and Jeongin's friendship. You both had spent countless hours together, playing video games, binge-watching shows, and talking about everything and nothing. But today was different. The sun was setting, casting a soft glow through the windows as you sat across from each other, a playful grin spreading across your face.

“I’m gonna put makeup on you,” you declared suddenly, the excitement in your voice obvious.

Jeongin looked at you, eyes widening slightly as if he was about to protest. “Wait, what?” he stammered, a hint of panic creeping into his voice.

You laughed at his expression, raising an eyebrow. “Come on, it'll be fun.”

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed in mock defeat. “Alright, fine, I’m gonna look ridiculous, aren’t I?”

You grinned, already excited. “Yes, but you’ll be cute.”

Jeongin laughed softly, though there was a slight blush on his cheeks, and he sat down in front of you, giving you full access to his face. He was always this way, he couldn’t say no to you, especially when you were smiling at him with that particular mischievous glint in your eyes. Even when he felt ridiculous, he’d indulge you.

You carefully applied the blush, enjoying the soft brush strokes as you tried not to giggle at how funny he looked. His usual boyish charm was still there, but now it was… well, a little more colorful.

“I look like I’m about to perform in a circus,” Jeongin muttered, rubbing his chin in mock despair, though his eyes betrayed his amusement.

“Not true,” you teased, smirking as you added a little more blush to his cheeks. “You look... fabulous.”

You were so focused on making him look even more ridiculous that you barely noticed how close you’d gotten, your faces mere inches apart as you carefully applied the makeup. You were lost in the moment, smiling softly at him, when you both shared a look.

Something in the air shifted. Jeongin’s breath seemed to catch, and you felt a flutter in your chest. You suddenly realized that the playful energy between you had changed, that soft, unspoken tension hanging in the air. His gaze dropped to your lips for a second, and the world seemed to pause.

Neither of you moved, but for the first time, you both felt it, something more than friendship. You leaned in a little, and before you could even fully comprehend what was happening, the space between you two felt impossibly small.

That was when the door creaked open, the sound cutting through the moment like a cold splash of water.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

Both you and Jeongin jerked back like you’d been shocked, your faces red with embarrassment. You whipped around to see Chan standing in the doorway, his hands up as if trying to signal that he hadn’t meant to interrupt.

“Oh, uh... my bad. I’ll just—” He quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks flushed, and awkwardly mumbled, “Sorry again,” before turning around and heading back to his room, the door clicking shut behind him.

The tension in the room was almost unbearable. You couldn’t help but laugh nervously, the awkwardness of the moment too much to ignore. “Well, that was... perfect timing,” you said, trying to ease the discomfort.

Jeongin didn’t laugh, though. His face had become serious, his gaze fixed on the floor, and for a moment, you wondered if the whole thing had been forgotten. But then, his voice, soft and full of emotion, broke through the silence.

“I almost let you go,” he said quietly, his voice trembling slightly as if the words were just now rushing to the surface. “But now I know I can’t hide how I feel about you any longer.”

You blinked, the weight of his words catching you off guard. For a split second, you froze, unsure of what to say. Was he... was Jeongin saying what you thought he was saying?

“I—what?” You blinked again, your heart starting to race, trying to process his confession.

Jeongin’s face flushed even deeper, his hands fumbling awkwardly. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, I know, I probably sound dumb right now. I’ve been trying to keep it in for so long, but... now that we almost—” He cleared his throat, realizing how much more he’d just blurted out. “I can’t hide it anymore. I like you. More than a friend.”

You stared at him in silence, the full weight of his confession slowly sinking in. Your mind went blank for a moment as you tried to process the words. The Jeongin you’d known for so long the shy, quiet, kindhearted Jeongin, was telling you he liked you? More than a friend?

And before you even knew it, you burst into laughter. It was soft, warm, and filled with relief and amusement. You couldn’t stop it, especially not when you saw the confusion on his face.

“Wait, what?” Jeongin asked, completely thrown off by your reaction. He reached up to touch his face, now realizing that he still had a full face of makeup on. “Am I stupid for confessing? or Is it the makeup?”

You giggled harder, shaking your head. “No, no just Jeongin, you’re so cute.” You wiped your eyes, still laughing, but your heart was fluttering. "I didn’t think you’d ever admit it. I thought I was the only one feeling this way."

Jeongin blinked in disbelief, his gaze softening as he processed what you said. “Wait… you feel the same?”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you composed yourself. “Yeah, I do. I’ve liked you for a while now,”

His eyes lit up, and before he could say anything more, you leaned in close, closing the distance that had always kept you two apart. You didn’t hesitate this time, your lips gently brushing against his in a kiss that felt like the start of something new. It was soft, tender, full of the warmth you both had been longing for.

When you pulled away, you smiled up at him, and his cheeks were flushed with a mix of joy and embarrassment. “Now, this... this is perfect timing,” you whispered.

Jeongin chuckled, his heart racing. “Yeah, I guess so.”

And just like that, everything changed. What had once been a quiet, unspoken affection had finally bloomed into something real.

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pairing. dick grayson x reader

note. fluff and soft stuff in delivery! love him sm i couldn't help it so there you go :)

Dick was a fool for you, and everyone knew it pretty well. You could have done absolutely anything, even the worst thing possible, he would have found a way to defend you. In his eyes, you couldn’t do anything bad. You were too perfect for that. The prettiest girl he ever saw, the smartest he ever talked to ; you had the qualities a human could have and even more. It was easy to say that Dick was putting you on a pedestal. 

To his defense, you were actually really sweet. The type of person who helps others without asking for something in return, even if you had quite your own character. You weren’t afraid to say what was wrong, and if you had to fight, then you would never step back. You were everything Dick could dream of, even if your friends saw you as a pitbull sometimes. 

Dick didn’t have the bravery to ask you out on a real date. Yes, the Nightwing himself was scared of rejection from the girl he could have died for. So he kept on inviting you to go out together but always as friends and nothing more. Sometimes, he even told you to bring other people to not make it too weird ; even if he only had eyes for you. 

This time, it was only the two of you. You were sitting in front of him in the coffee shop, your hot drink between your hands as you were talking. He wasn’t sure if he was still listening to what you were saying or if the sound of your voice was simply soothing his mind ; but his gaze didn’t leave your face for a second. His cheek was resting in the palm of his hand and his eyes were observing every detail of your face. 

Suddenly, you stopped talking and it got him out of his thoughts almost immediately. “Is something wrong?” He asked you the second after, a hint of worry in his eyes. You sighed slowly as you looked away. “Sorry, I talk too much.” You told him and he swore he never saw you like this before. Who ever told you that? Not him, that was for sure, because he could have listened to you talking forever. Dick grabbed your hand in a gentle move, stroking the back of it. 

You met his eyes again, and you felt your heart skipping a beat at the look he was giving you. Since when did he look at you with so much adoration? You were sure you never noticed it before, but you couldn’t ignore it now. “It’s never too much. Please, talk all you want. I’ll listen anyway.” The soft smile that appeared on his lips after his words could have brought the tears to your eyes if you weren’t fighting them. Your grip on his hand slightly tightened before you nodded softly. 

“Thanks Dick,” you told him, and he left a kiss on the back of your hand as an answer. It caught you off guard, and you had some trouble going back to what you were saying after that. If one thing was sure, you wouldn’t be able to forget this look in his eyes for a while. 

After that day, you noticed all the little things that Dick was doing toward you, and you felt dumb for not noticing what was going on earlier. How he was always complimenting you on what you were doing, or how he always made sure that you were feeling comfortable about everything. He kept on taking care of you without being too intrusive and it broke your heart to think that he was probably sure that his feelings weren’t mutual. 

This is why you decided to talk to him. You asked him to come over at your place, and this is how you ended up sitting on your couch together. Dick looked at you, a bit worried. He could feel that something was off, but he didn’t know what it was. “You wanted to tell me something?” He asked, and you quickly nodded, turning around to face him. 

“Listen, I’ve thought a lot. About everything, but mostly about us, and we can’t…” He didn’t let you finish, his voice going out a bit more desperate than what he thought. “Did I go too far? I’m sorry, I’ll stop. But please, please don’t leave.” He took your hands between his and you didn’t expect this reaction from him. You slowly put your hand on his cheek, stroking it gently. 

“Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” Your voice was so soft, like sweet music to his ears. He melted onto your touch, looking in your eyes as he waited for you to keep going with what you wanted to say. “I wanted to say that we can’t keep going like that, because I can’t stay your friend.” His grip on your hand got a little tighter but your gentle smile calmed all his worries. 

“I like more than that, Dick. And if you let me, I’d love to be more than your friend.” He was sure that he felt his heart stopping into his chest when you stopped talking. It was a dream, it couldn’t be otherwise. There was no way you were really saying those words to him. “Really..? You really want to be… my girlfriend?” He asked, and you only answered with a nod. 

You didn’t have the chance to say anything because Dick cupped your face with his hands so his lips could meet yours. It was so sweet, your lips feeling like honey against his own. When he let you go, you were quickly stuck into his embrace. He was holding you tightly, nose in your hair. “I’ll make you the happiest girl on Earth, just like you’re making me the happiest man alive.” His eyes met yours right after that, and the smile on his lips made your stomach do a flip. He really seemed to be the happiest right now. 

You sure took your sweet time to realize your own feelings, but now, you knew that nothing could make them disappear.

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[cherriesforheaven]

That's not a contradictory statement, and yes that's exactly what I'm saying, everything that’s wrong with DATV loops back around to what Gaider said when he left BioWare in 2016:

"Writing is one of those disciplines which is constantly undervalued. - Even BioWare, which built its success on a reputation for good stories and characters, slowly turned from a company that vocally valued its writers to one where we were... quietly resented, with a reliance on expensive narrative seen as the "albatross" holding the company back. Suddenly all anyone in charge was asking was "how do we have LESS writing?" A good story would simply happen, via magic wand, rather than be something that needed support and priority."

I feel this is the sentiment that permeated the workplace when they had to reboot the game from a live service back into single player. When you have you have a company that insists upon this idea, devaluing its writers by cutting months of work, and simply expecting that in the end the final product will magically come together. What you get is companion quests that will always have a positive outcome so long as you do them because they couldn't write a bad ending. You don’t have an approval system in VG because they couldn't write for low/high approval scenes.

Why does all of rook's dialogue choices sound the same? Less writing, cobbling a game together bc its been 10 years, and they needed to deliver something- as you can see here, in taash's personal quest

Dialogue if you express understanding towards Taash:

Lords of Fortune Rook: “I learned how to survive as a Tevinter galley slave, and then as a Lord of Fortune, like you.”

Dialogue if you pick "that's rough" (choosing the stoic option)

Lords of Fortune Rook: “I’ve been a Tevinter galley slave, a Lord of Fortune, and now part of a team fighting elven gods.”

There is little to no difference in what was said here, other than a "like you" added in. Rook's tone doesn't change either and the worst part is once you remember that there is no approval system, it doesn’t matter what you say to Taash, the relationship will never change.

The lesson to be taken way here is this:

It's impossible to create an engaging RPG with less writing. Writing is the backbone of these types of video games. Slapping on some new combat mechanics and having shiny new environments isn't enough for most people who want an RPG game. Its not surprising DATV game flopped harder than Anthem. 

What's more engaging for players?

Not allowing them to make morally bad choices in an RPG because "being a bigot is bad and Rook is always good" (but really they weren't given the resources to write for that)

OR having companions call you out for making evil choices? Like this scene you with Alistair if you killed Connor.

OR this low approval scene with Vivienne, where the inquisitor can even call her out for being petty (unlike DATV)

So my radical take on DA1-3 vs DA4 is that all the games are political, but DA4 takes a sharp turn towards the personal. It moves the subtext into text; it’s no longer a possible reading of the game but an obvious one. It doesn’t just make the political elements explicit; it also adds a value judgment. Being a bigot is just bad. It explicitly states that the heroes of this story are decent people, not just Rook but the companions themselves.

All the factions we met before have good people to offer, and it’s presented as a hopeful new beginning—one where unity is possible despite ideological divides. This isn’t a case of simplifying the world or erasing conflict; it’s a shift in focus. Instead of moral ambiguity for its own sake, the game leans into the idea that choices still matter, but some choices—like choosing to be cruel—aren’t morally neutral. It’s not just about survival or political maneuvering anymore; it’s about what kind of world you want to build.

Some people are really pissed off, and some are trying to overanalyze Veilguard as “less than.” The change in making a statement is condemned as a devolution instead of a change in narrative priorities. But is it really less complex, or just unwilling to hide behind the veneer of neutrality? The previous games invited debate about systemic oppression and power structures, but DA4 takes a stance, and many don’t want to investigate why they’re so irritated by this.

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D.D. | Shane’s Girl [12]

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Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh & Merle Dixon are the worst, angst, canon violence, mentions of tobacco use, story follows the show but dialogue and events are paraphrased, abusive behavior

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I know, I know. Two updates in two days. It's a goddamn miracle. Anyways, felt inspired. Really happy with how this story is turning out. Let me know what you all think and if you want to be added to the taglist.

There’s still a slight ringing in your ears as you muster up the strength to open your eyes. You take in your new surroundings, a fairly empty room with a single desk in the corner and two chairs in the middle, facing each other. You’re tied to one, while Glenn is tied to the other. You blink several times, trying to unblur your vision. Glenn lets out a sigh of relief as you finally make eye contact with him.

“I’m so glad you’re awake. I was so worried. How are you feeling?”

A pained groan escapes your lips as you roll your shoulders back. You grimace through the pain — you definitely pulled something when one of your attackers slammed you into the wall before you and Glenn were thrown into a car. Daryl had tried his best to get your attacker off of you, but the three of you were outnumbered. You can only imagine the hell that he’s raising right now — you just pray that he doesn’t kill Rick and T-Dog in the process. The wildfire of anger burning within Daryl started the minute he saw his brother’s severed hand on top of that roof. You don’t blame him — everything about the situation you’re all in is fucked up. The look in his eyes as Rick pointed a gun to his head sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t fear him like Glenn and T-Dog, who both quickly put ample distance between the archer and themselves. This anger wasn’t caused by hatred or contempt — no, it was simply misplaced grief. You were able to tame the flames and calm Daryl down enough to de-escalate the situation, but you’re certain your kidnapping only stoked the fire raging within him.

“I’ve had better days, Glenn.”

Glenn lets out a dry laugh at your words before nodding. Today didn’t seem to be going anyone’s way, but between your group’s failed ‘rescue mission’ and your very public breakup this morning, you definitely pulled the short end of the stick between the five of them.

“How long have we been here?”

There’s still sunlight seeping in through the cracks of the boarded windows to your right, but you have no idea how long you were unconscious.

“Not long. I’m sure the group will think of something and get us out here in no time.”

“If they were smart, Rick would bring those guns back to camp and regroup before doing anything dumb.”

Rick just got his family back — the last thing he needs to do right now is come in here without a solid plan. It may be selfish to say, but you cannot watch Carl lose his father again.

“I’m pretty sure Daryl would kill Rick if he even thought about leaving you here.”

His expression is playful, but there’s a sincerity to his words that you cannot ignore. You arch a brow at him, which only causes him to laugh again.

“Hey, I’m simply stating what I’ve seen. I wish I had someone that cared that much about me.”

Your brow furrows at his admission. From what you’ve seen, Glenn is well loved by everyone in the quarry camp. Dale was quick to take him under his wing and give him lessons on engine repairs. Andrea seems to always follow his lead when it comes to strategizing for runs to the city. And T-Dog seems to have an infinite amount of compliments for the man sitting in front of you. Hell, you don’t know him all that well, but you do know that you’d miss his positive demeanor and quick wit if he weren’t around.

“People care about you, Glenn.”

He gives you a soft smile before responding.

“Not like that.”

Your eyes fall to your feet as his words sink in. You know he’s right. Daryl Dixon cares about you in a way that almost feels unnatural. Your silent protector, your watchful guard dog, your constant companion. And it goes both ways. When Rick held his gun to Daryl’s temple, your heart immediately leapt into your throat. You didn’t think twice before placing yourself between the two armed and angry men. You know that if Rick decided to head back to camp without you, Daryl would kick down the door to this hideout by himself even though he’s outgunned and outmanned. And you only know this because you would do this same for him. You’ve only known Daryl for a handful of weeks, but you’d risk your life for him. That feels both unnatural and somehow right.

Before you can respond to Glenn, the door swings open, and two large men step inside. You and Glenn share a nervous look as the men approach you. They cover your mouth in duct tape before placing a cloth bag over your head. Then, they move to do the same to Glenn. Finally, your feet are untied, and you’re being lifted off of your seat.

“C’mon, your boys are here.”

Without another word, you’re escorted through various hallways. The grip your captor has on your shoulder is strong but also surprisingly hesitant — like he’s afraid to hurt you. You hear a door unlock and the inside of your cloth bag is suddenly much brighter. They’ve taken you outside. You can hear men talking in the distance, but the conversation is too far away to make out anything specific. The hand on your shoulder releases its grip and the bag is suddenly ripped off of your head. You look around as your eyes adjust to the sunlight. Glenn is on your left, looking desperately at something below you both. You follow his gaze and lock eyes with Daryl. You lean forward to get a better look at how high up you are. You’re several stories above Daryl, but you can still hear the snarl that rips through his throat as the man next to you grabs your shoulder again, keeping you in place.

“Don’t fucking touch her.”

The man’s grip loosens slightly as Daryl’s crossbow raises towards him. Rick places a hand on Daryl’s chest, giving him a stern look. It’s a silent warning to the man beside him. Reluctantly, Daryl lowers his crossbow, knowing that Rick is right. He desperately wants to shoot the man beside you, but he knows that it will not help keep you safe. You’re all still outnumbered, and even with T-Dog as their sniper, Rick and himself couldn't take on all of these men. He gives Rick a small nod before looking back up at you. Rick and the man you’ve concluded is the leader of this group speak for several moments, but Daryl keeps his eyes locked on yours. There’s a steadiness to his gaze that you find comfort in. And even as you’re dragged across the rooftop, back to the door you came from, you know he’ll find a way to get you out of this.

This time, you and Glenn are led to the middle of a long hallway two floors down. There’s a set of double doors to your left, and you can hear people conversing behind them.

“Alright, I think we’ve scared these two enough.”

The man who had just been talking to Rick enters the hallway, and you notice how the men standing next to you, and Glenn visibly relax in his presence. Still, you square your shoulders, looking toward their leader with indifference.

“What do you want from us?”

He smiles at you, looking at his men with an amused expression.

“Damn, you’re just as chilly as your redneck vato.”

He nods to his men, and they immediately untie you. You rub your rope-burned wrists for a moment before meeting the leader’s gaze. Your brow furrows in confusion as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“My name is Guillermo, and we don’t want to hurt you. We just want to protect what we have here.”

He motions over to the double doors that his men have opened, and you’re pleasantly surprised by the scene before you. There are countless elderly people scattered around the cafeteria. Several younger men walk around giving out medication and food to those that need it. You look over to Guillermo, your features notably softer than the last time you spoke to him.

“What is this place?”

“It’s an assisted living facility. Felipe and I worked here before everything. The rest of the staff left them to die, but Felipe and I stayed. Everyone else — the vatos — came here to check on their family members and choose to stick around.”

A laugh escapes your lips as a woman approaches Glenn, taking him by the hand and leading him to a table full of elderly women. He shoots you a nervous glance before he’s wrapped up in conversation. This place is no different from the quarry where your camp settled — just good people trying to get by in dire circumstances.

“We shouldn’t be fighting.”

Guillermo sighs, taking in your words. He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder before responding.

“I didn’t know what kind of people you were, but now I know. We’ll settle this when your boys get back.”

You nod, giving him a soft smile before wandering over to the table that Glenn had been whisked away to. Glenn looks up at you, motioning for you to sit down next to him. The next hour passes by quickly as you and Glenn enjoy friendly conversation and good company. This new world may be brutal and unyielding, but it’s still surprisingly beautiful.

Suddenly, an older man begins to cough several tables away. No one seems to notice at first, but once he doubles over, unable to take a steady breath, everyone moves into action. You watch as two vatos rush in with an inhaler and talk him through the process until his breathing is even again. Swept up in the commotion, you don’t notice the rest of your group standing at the open doors with Guillermo. There’s a sudden hand on your shoulder, turning you around abruptly. Your protests die in your throat as you meet Daryl’s eyes. He’s looking you over, worry evident in his sharp features.

“You ’lright? They hurt you?”

His eyes meet yours again. He stops scanning your body for injuries but keeps a steady hold of your shoulders. You smile at him, and his face twists into confusion. Over his shoulder, you spot Glenn watching your interaction. He gives you a knowing look, which you choose to ignore, deciding instead to focus on the man in front of you.

“I’m fine, Daryl. Pulled something in my shoulder when we first got jumped, but they didn’t do anything to us.”

Daryl searches your eyes for several seconds before nodding, content with the situation. He releases your shoulders and lets out a sigh of relief. The wildfire raging within him has noticeably dissipated, and as he looks down at you again, his expression softens.

“Y’know, if this is how I knew today would turn out — I’d have told you to stay at the camp.”

You laugh at his comment, and Daryl’s face lights up with a rare smile.

“If I stayed, you and Rick would have killed each other.”

As if on cue, Rick approaches you. The smile quickly fades from Daryl’s face, but the amusement in his features stays. Rick looks between the both of you before speaking.

“You good?”

You give him a nod which he returns. To your surprise, he hands the shotgun in his hands to Guillermo and tells T-Dog to give them half of the guns in the bag you all just risked your lives to retrieve. You place a hand on Daryl’s forearm before he can protest. He looks down at you, rolling his eyes in the process, but he doesn’t say a word. Although guns are worth more than gold nowadays, he knows this is the right call. They may not be bringing back as much firepower as promised, but they are leaving with an unlikely alliance that one day might be more valuable than the guns. Finally, Rick turns to look at the four of you.

“C’mon, we’ve been gone long enough.”

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