#and I imagine I'd be terrible at keeping to time

[lovemybluebully]

Hits Different

I wrote something!!!!!!!!

This is for @fluffyficsanddreams !! Thank you for sending me your idea that got my mind to finally spit something out! 🤗

https://www.tumblr.com/lovemybluebully/782500912701833216/hello-hello-forced-to-leave-a-note-on-my-other?source=share

This one is more in line with Poolverine than my other fics as I usually try to leave them open for the reader's interpretation of their exact relationship, but @fluffyficsanddreams ships them so I went that way this time. Please go check out @fluffyficsanddreams adorable Poolverine art!!

Also I don't think I'm the best at writing romantic-type stuff so sorry if it's terrible. 😅

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

ler!Wade/Deadpool x lee!Logan/Wolverine

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Wade beamed down, trying not to move and disturb the Wolverine who currently was at ease on his back and laying with his head on Wade's lap. He held his tongue for the time being to simply enjoy the moment as he took in every detail on the resting man's face.

It always made him happy to see Logan looking completely tranquil and not on edge. With his eyes closed and his brows and his lips at such repose it completely erased all the hard creases from his face from when he normally was feeling angry or depressed or just regular skepticism over Wade's usual shenanigans.

The merc's eyes traveled up to marvel over his roommate's irregular hairstyle with the two distinct peaks that Wade affectionately loved to refer to as "kitty ears" much to Logan's displeasure. He'd spent many of their evenings together just brushing and kneading his fingers through it right into the man's scalp to help him sleep at night.

Speaking of hair, his style of beard was never something to go unnoticed. While Wade found it a bit silly looking, it was part of who Logan was and he never wanted to change anything like that about him. Not to mention Wade imagined he would look pretty strange without it and he had to admit that it did add to his rugged charm.

Still, he found himself unable to resist breaking the peace and making a comment about it.

"You know the whole muttonchops fad died out in the early 1900s, right? Or did you not get that memo?"

Logan immediately transformed his relaxed face into a frown as he now glared up at Wade, destroying all that he'd been admiring moments ago.

"Well did your stupid ass not get the memo that I'm pushing 200? It was totally normal when I became an adult, and I just never cared enough to change it," Logan grumbled through the slight irritation he was now feeling as Wade raised his hands in surrender.

"Now now, don't get all cranky on me. I'm just saying it's not something you see these days anymore."

"What? You want me to shave it off?"

Wade gasped as dramatically as humanly possible.

"And have you looking like that circus clown, P.T. Barnum?! Absolutely not! Besides maybe one day you'll bring it back into style," Wade smirked as he began running his fingers through the thick facial hair.

"And that'll be the day I'll shave it," Logan tucked his chin protectively, trying not to smile as Wade's fingers tickled along his jawline.

"Oh no, you fucking will not. As long as you live under my roof it will be forbidden. Not to mention I wouldn't be able to do this...," Wade grinned with both hands now on either side of Logan's face, lightly stroking his beard and twiddling around under his chin.

"Good. Maybe then you would keep your hands to yourself," he clamped his jaw that had spread into a grin as his head twitched about to try to avoid the touches.

"If you didn't like it, I might. But we both know that's just not true now, is it, Peanut?"

Logan didn't deny it as the giggles finally started to slip through despite his best efforts.

"At-At leheheast stop fuckin' tihihickling me, shihihithead."

"I'm not tickling you. At least not on purpose. No, if I wanted to tickle you then I'd do this...," his hands slid down to just below Logan's ears as he began to softly scratch at the sides of his neck.

Logan's face instantly scrunched up as he broke into uncontrollable giggles and his shoulders crowded in to feebly guard his neck.

"Heheheheheehee-Dohohoohoon't," he protested as he just continued to lay in Wade's lap without any further action from him.

"And if I dooooo? Are you going to do something about it, tough guy?" Wade grinned mischievously, moving his fingers a little faster to tease the sensitive plane of skin.

"Juhuhuhust stohahahahap," Logan only wiggled his head around, trying to squeeze out Wade's hands with his shoulders. He took one lame attempt to swat at him, but other than that his arms remained limply crossed over his chest.

"You should count yourself lucky that I'm in such a charitable mood, dear Logie."

"You cahahall tohohohohorturin' me, chahahahaaritable?"

"Oh, if you want to see real torture that can definitely be arranged. See instead I could raspberry and nibble every inch of your yummy tummy until you're screaming. Scribble all over your soles until you're laughing so hard that you can't stop snorting. Or tickle deep into your armpits until you're gasping and wheezing for just one breath of air. But I'm not going to do any of that right now, and do you know why?"

"Wh-Whhhyeheeheeheehehehe," Logan snorted, not even sure why he bothered questioning Wade's manic mind.

"Because this......Being gentle like this with you....It always just hits different," Wade mused as he carried on with his ministrations.

Don't get him wrong. He absolutely loved to have Logan thrashing and howling underneath him until he was red in the face, tears leaking down his cheeks while desperately begging for his life. But watching him just lay there like this, not even fighting it, brought Wade an internal pleasure that he couldn't put into words.

In the beginning, the older man had naturally been very resistant to being touched in affectionate ways, and despite receiving many stab wounds in his efforts, Wade was patient with him. He started out with small things like fist-bumping his shoulder or giving him the smallest side hugs.

It took a little time, but eventually Logan's muscles stopped stiffening up anytime Wade touched him, and he allowed things to escalate into Wade making more meaningful contact without having a violent reaction to it.

Being touched in ways that brought relief and comfort to him was not something he'd lived with over the past several years and it at first felt so foreign to him. And though it wasn't easy for him to admit it to himself, deep down it was exactly what he needed. What he yearned for all along.

So imagine Wade's surprise the day Logan scooted closer to lean against him on the couch and not make any protest to when Wade put his arm around him. Nor when Wade began to rub his shoulder and eventually move up to fingering through his hair. He was like an untamed animal that had finally began to put his trust into the other man and had Wade wishing he could relive the moment over and over again.

Though there was one thing that Logan hadn't considered by allowing Wade to get so close. And all it took was one jestful poke into his ribs when he had been cracking overly crude jokes at Wade's expense.

Logan was horribly ticklish. Everywhere. Always had been, though there had never been anyone crazy enough to even have the idea cross their mind. Enter your local resident lunatic, Wade Wilson, who didn't think twice and immediately launched a vicious attack as soon as a sign of this weakness was detected.

Now Logan could have easily thrown Wade across the room with his strength alone or plunged his foot-long claws into his body in protest, but he didn't. It was as if he was tired of fighting the thought that no one would ever want to show him any sort of affection again and finally decided to completely surrender himself to it all.

The fingers mercilessly tickling his ribs had him laughing without restraint and even though he made a show to curse Wade out and threaten him at every turn that all eventually dissolved into him desperately begging Wade not to tickle him. And other than squirming like crazy and trying to buck Wade off of him he did not one damn thing to stop him.

He had basically let Wade tickle him for what felt like hours until Logan could barely catch his breath amongst his snorting fits, though it had literally only been a few minutes. Afterwards Wade naturally couldn't contain himself from gushing about how cute Logan looked and sounded when he was laughing so freely.

Logan had been too breathless to argue about it even if he wanted to, instead only giving a weak punch to the other man's chest along with a grunt to not do that again. But with how Logan had responded to the whole ordeal Wade knew that he didn't really mean it, and the two had never been closer after that.

Logan had learned to love being touched again, especially when it came from Wade. With how highly sensitive his skin was he had known just how much pain it could cause him, and he was now finally getting to see how much pleasure it could bring him too.

He had really come to enjoy being pet and would offer himself into positions that Wade couldn't resist putting hands on him. Laying in Wade's lap was his favorite spot. Sometimes just his head or other times he'd lay his whole body across him, guiding Wade's hand under his shirt to rub his back or his belly.

Wade was completely ecstatic to have been chosen above anyone else, and he was happy to give into any of Logan's whims at the drop of a hat. Despite him being so sensitive, Wade knew just how to touch and massage him without it tickling and that is precisely what he would do. At least at first.

He knew that even though he might say otherwise, Logan really didn't mind being tickled. He might even dare to say that he actually liked being tickled. Because even after time and time again of ending up in a ticklish situation Logan would never stop coming back for more.

It was always the same. Wade would rub and caress wherever Logan currently desired until the man positively melted into a puddle of deep relaxation that he was allowed to wallow in for as long as he chose. And when he'd start to show any signs of coming out of it....that was Wade's cue.

Those touches gradually became lighter to where they were barely touching the skin to set Logan's nerves on fire. This slowly pulled a grin onto his face along with him unconvincingly whining for Wade not to start. Then as the fingers began to make a little more contact and move more quickly to gently skim and scratch and scribble at his sensitive skin that's when the giggles appeared.

Wade loved that he had the power to make the mighty Wolverine squirm with such a soft touch and being able to witness that little extra bit of vulnerability that he was sure no one else ever got to see. The way Logan trusted him made him feel like he could combust, but little did he know that all the things he did made Logan feel the same way.

"Hihihit's different? Ho-How abohohout I hihihit yoohoohoou?" Logan giggled like crazy as his legs moved restlessly and his feet kicked at the couch, still allowing Wade to tickle all over his neck.

"Ah ha! So you do want to hit this? I knew the truth would come out one day, though I was hoping for a little more romance involved. So how do you want to be? Top or bottom? Personally, I prefer..."

He was caught off guard as Logan had reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down closer to his face.

"Ya know Wade, I think I'd like to be on top for once," he spoke in a husky whisper that immediately shut down Wade's hyper mind and had him swallowing the lump in his throat.

"You.....You wanna.....uhhh.....what?" Wade made so many jokes and innuendos that his brain couldn't even began to process what was happening right now. Was Logan just fucking with him too?

"Actually, I don't mind either way. And I've got plenty of other places ya can tickle....below the belt...," Logan growled softly as he indicated to a lower position on his body with his eyes.

"You mean like....your knees?" Wade inquired innocently through his not-well masked panic, making Logan chuckle at the high level of anxiety he could smell around him.

"You're not very good at this are you?"

"How can you tell? I mean, I don't know if you're being serious or just fucking with my head right now, but if it's the latter then let me tell you that it's not funny because I'm a human being and I don't deserve to have my emotions fucked wi- "

Wade was cut off again as Logan quickly leaned up, smashing his lips against the other man's and pushing his tongue past to invade his mouth. Instantly Wade felt his body turn to mush as his brain tried to catch up and was kicking into reboot mode, but by then Logan was already pulling away with a smirk.

"That hit different enough for ya?"

Wade only sat there frozen in shock as he opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

"Holy shit. I finally managed to shut you up for once," Logan laid his head back into Wade's lap and folded his arms behind his head, staring up at him with a cocky grin.

Wade simply blinked down at him, finally finding his words.

"Okay let me get this straight here......You.....and me? You want.....me???"

"Look Wade, you're the only person who's ever given me a chance despite my past and the shitty way I initially treated you. You believed in me and by doing so made me believe in myself again. I didn't want to see it at first, but you really do care about me and I'm more than grateful for all the effort you put in to make me feel like this again. So after all that it'd be a lie for me to say that I didn't feel anything for you too," his smile was soft now as he stared into Wade's eyes.

"That's....I mean, this is totally unexpected. Of course I care about you. I do a lot. It's just that I never thought you'd ever feel that way about me. See I'm not sure you're thinking clearly here. You could literally have anyone you wanted, and you would settle for some washed-up, bottom-of-the-barrel guy like me? No, this has to be a dream. Wake up, Wade! Ow!" He grimaced as he slapped himself in the face, finding that his situation was still reality.

Logan's eyes glazed over in concern as he reached out to gently grab Wade's hand to prevent him from trying that again while Wade looked down at him, eyes beginning to tear up.

"There's just no way this is real. Look at you....And look at me," he looked himself up and down gesturing to his disfigured face and body before lowering his head, "I'm a freak."

The older man looked at him thoughtfully before smiling up at him again.

"Maybe so," Logan cupped Wade's chin to tilt his head back up so he could look him in the eyes, "But you're my freak. And I like ya just the way that you are."

Wade let out a choked-back sob of glee as he put a hand on the back of Logan's to hold it there for a little longer against his face. After a few more moments with Wade trying to regather his thoughts, Logan took it upon himself to break the silence for once.

"You're not one of those guys who cries during sex, are ya?"

The merc huffed out a laugh as he adamantly shook his head.

"No no, I'm sorry. It's just you don't know what a relief this is for me. I haven't been this happy since you helped me save my universe."

"Likewise, bub. Now quit your blubbering 'cause I ain't kissing you again lookin' like that," he smirked with pride when that managed to get another laugh out of Wade.

"Well I can't just turn it off instantly. That's not how emotions work, you know? I just need a minute, but in the meantime, I think I can find a way to cheer myself up....," he placed a hand on Logan's chest as his fingers skittered across to an armpit that had been left wide open and lightly dug into the spot.

"Aaahehehehahahaha! If-If thahahahaat's whahat it tahahakes!" Logan laughed as he struggled but kept his arms up, willing to endure for Wade's amusement, "I kkkk-kinda lihihihike it ahahahaanyways!"

"Oh you're going to regret ever admitting that Mr. Wolverine," Wade was now back to his usual demeanor, but had stopped the playful torment as Logan shrugged in reply.

"My life is full of regrets, what's one more?"

"Hopefully I won't be one of them," Wade chuckled uneasily.

Logan finally sat up all the way, righting himself to sit beside Wade as he grabbed the back of his head.

"Only one way to find out," he grinned and pulled Wade forward to start kissing him again, this time with Wade eager to return the act. Logan's other hand wandered over Wade's body and when he got down to his waist area he was surprised when Wade released a small yelp.

"MmMMMmm," Wade pulled back and blabbered out without thinking, "Sorry. Tickles."

Logan paused to look at him momentarily before a mischievous grin began to form on his face.

".....What was that?"

Wade's eyes suddenly went wide, knowing he had just royally fucked himself.

"Uh heh, I mean....what? What did I say?" Wade was already backpeddling along the couch as Logan crawled after him.

"Something ya shouldn't have. Being a loud mouth can really bite ya in the ass," Logan easily caught him in a second and got the man pinned underneath his heavy bulk, making escape impossible.

"W-Wait Logan! Wait! Think about this! You don't want to ruin the mood, do you?!" Wade spit out in a last-ditch effort to de-escalate the situation, but the way Logan chuckled destroyed any hope he had.

"I think this is going to set the mood juuust fine."

"But I'm not even that ticklish! I promise this won't be that fun! No please! Have mercy! I swear I'll never tickle you agaaaHAAHAHAhahahahahanooohahahahahahah!"

"You take that back, Wilson."

[thelediz]

Could you maybe outline the pilot episode of your theoretical Sonic Underground reboot?

Mmm... pilot I'm not sure about, because they're important marketing tools and I can't claim to know what a producer would want to see!

But a first episode? Sure!

In my theoretical reboot, the first episode would be establishing the triplets' backgrounds. So I'd spend:

Five minutes with Sonic, showing him fighting Robotnik independently with just his speed and spikes, and Trevor and Uncle Chuck in his earpiece. Through them talking to him, while he's busy dodging lasers, we learn that this is the third mission he's been on this week, he helped out with Sanctuary yesterday, and someone wants to know if he's still willing to help out at the fundraiser tonight. Presuming he survives of course, ha ha ha. We see that he's capable, he's dedicated, he's flippant, and he's getting tired.

Five minutes with Manic, showing that he steals from middle-class mobians. Showcase his skills in picking locks, getting around security systems, smooth-talking when he gets caught. He's funny, he's charming, he's snarky... and then we go back to the thieves' hideout with him and see him engage with some crying kids, stopping their tears with the shinies he stole and then offering to show them his drums. He's sweet and well-meaning, too.

Five minutes with Sonia. Bartleby is visiting her and Lady Windemere, and they're discussing Robotnik's latest ball as Sonia plays piano. It showcased his new SWATbot designs, and oh, weren't they horrible, yes, they should look ghastly to keep the rabble in line, but don't you just wish Robotnik could make them look nicer for his well-paying patrons? They also gossip about another aristocrat's new robotocised servant, showing that Sonia and Bartleby don't agree with it, but Lady Windemere quickly hushes them, reminding that it's "not polite to say such things". When Sonia objects, pointing out that there are better ways, Windemere gestures to what is clearly a surveillance camera. They are always under watch. So this not only shows us that Sonia is rich, snobby, and fashion-focussed, but also hints that she disagrees with Robotnik's laws and would fight them. It also does some heavy world-building about the two faces of the aristocrats.

Next we cut back to Sonic and Uncle Chuck coming back from somewhere, and Chuck is worried about Sonic's health. He claims to be fine, and just needs a nap, but as soon as he's behind closed doors, he drops to the ground and admits only to himself that this is all getting a bit much. Cue the Oracle.

The Oracle tells him he's a hero, admired by all of Mobius for his power, and Sonic's preening under the ego, until the Oracle adds "such a fine prince of the realm" and it's the last damn straw. Sonic's patience snaps, and he starts reeling off all the things he has to do just to keep people safe, and now the Oracle is telling him he's supposed to rule as well? "No! No way, no how, take a hike, you creepy glowing whatever you are, I'm going to bed!"

Oracle watches this outburst with a smile, and then reminds him he shouldn't have to fight alone. He's heard of Queen Aleena, his true mother? Sonic is unimpressed - she disappeared, she's why he has to fight so hard. Ah, but has he heard of his brother and sister, who are destined to rule, once they have learned how to fight as he has?

Now that he has Sonic's attention, he explains that together, they will make the Council of Four: champions of Mobius, united by the Power of Harmony. When Sonic mocks that cheesy title, the Oracle points to the medallion Sonic doesn't wear - the one he keeps on his bedside and can't bring himself to throw it away. It's a marker of his place in the Council, and if he wore it, while playing a song from his heart, he would understand.

Cue the song, which is basically the same theme but updated to whatever Natewantstobattle can do with it (this is my theoretical reboot, I can dream as big as I want to!). It calls out to Sonia and Manic, and Sonic realises he DOESN'T have to be alone.

The Oracle warns they are not ready to take their place yet, and will need his help to become leaders. But if he is willing to take on that task (on top of his others), then he should go to the market square, and play for the people.

And that should bring us up to the twenty-ish minute mark, which means we're running low on time. He plays, and Sonia and Manic join him as they do in the series, only for the market to be attacked by SWATbots. Through them, we get our first glimpse of Robotnik, who finally recognises Sonic as one of the royal triplets. These must be his brother and sister! The prophecy is coming true!

Fine, if the Oracle is finally making his move, then perhaps it is time for Robotnik to do the same. But he'll need assistance to keep things running while he prepares to wipe the royal family from the face of the earth. "Bring me Sleet and Dingo. They have a job to do, if they value their lives!"

And we end, Sonic carrying his siblings away from a massive firefight, Robotnik laughing ominously, to be continued...!

[kenobster]

SHIT i forgot to say this, so now i feel bad for making two posts about sick things in a row, but MY HAIR IS GROWING BACK bitchessss 😍

lmao, so before I started chemo, I had my hair cut to a crewcut type of style. So my hair was about 2 centimeters long. And then when it started falling out, I never shaved it to actually be bald. I just started shedding. All over my pillow. It was so annoying. So one night, I just pulled it all out (and no, it didn't hurt - imagine pulling a clump of hair from a husky dog during shedding season) and I dumped it on my bathroom floor (my mom cleaned it up the next day because I felt too sick lol). However there were a few strands that were, for whatever reason, fall-out resistant. I didn't pull those strands out (because pulling those out would've actually hurt), so I'm not technically bald. Do a google image search of "Eleanor bald Good Place" and you'll see what I mean lol. Anyway so I have a few strands of hair just like Eleanor's, which at this point are all about 5 centimeters long. But new hair is also growing, but it's just a stubble. So, check out this faaaabulous illustration of what my hair literally looks like in the mirror right now lmao:

It looks JUST as dorkish as my drawing lmao. Makes me laugh every time.

Anyway lol, I hope you all were as intrigued about these hair anecdotes as I hoped you would be, because honestly I'm fascinated by how all of this has happened.

[pierregazly]

but mama, i love him ꨄ oscar piastri smau

oscar piastri x leclerc!reader

the one where oscar's girlfriend has been soft launching their relationship for ages. and he's okay with it, especially if it means he can keep hiding in plain sight from her three overprotective brothers.

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ynleclerc omg omg omg... charles leclerc signed my hat? should i add it to the shrine? give them something to sacrifice?

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charles_leclerc what's next? my personal belongings?

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oscarpiastri a piastri hat will get you good money in straya btw

username oscar??

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oscarpiastri 'stop hitting me with the ball on purpose you jerk' was said more times than it should've been, by someone who really just sucks at tennis. had an awesome week back home, time to get back to it 💪

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logansargeant no wonder you're so worried about getting run over

username the coordinating outfits?? i'm gonna scream, who is she!!!

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username oscar is gonna soft launch this relationship until the end of time. show us her face, you coward!!

ynleclerc did you pay her for all the bruises that tennis ball left?? poor girl

oscarpiastri it's not my fault she's a terrible tennis player, we all know i've offered to pay for a trainer

landonorris so this is why you couldn't come to bali with me 🤨

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username to be fair i'd probably pick oscar's girlfriend over lando for a week away too

username girly you don't even know who she is!!! she could be the devil

username i wanna be included in oscar's post week home photo dump :(

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oscarpiastri you can call me pookie whenever you want if you're gonna post things like this

ynleclerc i'd call you pookie with or without your permission, mon amour

charles_leclerc who is this

charles_leclerc why won't you tell us who you're dating

charles_leclerc we won't hurt him

charles_leclerc answer my texts

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ynleclerc get you a man who can do both, luckiest woman in the world whenever you're around. mon amour 🤍

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username people involved in formula 1 and their obsession with soft launching everything NEEDS to be studied

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arthur_leclerc this would have been very lovely if it weren't for the last photo

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ynleclerc suppose it's a good thing you could easily ignore it. cheers :)

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charles_leclerc maman?

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ynleclerc someone exposed us on twitter, so i had to expose us on instagram 😮‍💨

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oscarpiastri love you <3

oscarpiastri i will love you even when a ferrari has run me over, of course.

arthur_leclerc is this your way of telling me i was right, without texting me back?

charles_leclerc this must be a joke, non?

pascale.leclerc.355 so very excited to finally be able to invite the both of you for dinner. trés belle 🤍

charles_leclerc maman, you knew?

ynleclerc oscar and i will see you for sunday dinner, maman! <3

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ynleclerc live feed of oscar running away from charles in the paddock when he said he 'just wanted to talk, mate'

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charles_leclerc i truly just wanted to talk about the race

charles_leclerc i did not have a speech planned, non

arthur_leclerc i did have a speech planned

lorenzotl i just wanted to welcome him to the family, as a good big brother should

oscarpiastri my apple watch warned me of an overactive heart rate 5 times today. why did you do this to me. why couldn't you have three sisters???

ynleclerc so very sorry, in our next life i'll try to make sure you only have to worry about sisters and not three overprotective brothers

oscarpiastri as long as i get to spend every lifetime with you <3

i actually got a request for something like this ages ago, and finally got around to finishing it. i so hope you all loved it as much as i loved writing it. thank you for all the support!!

i'm not currently taking requests, but if anyone has lil suggestions or prompts please feel free to send them.

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Go for his brother part 2

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

username1 DOUBLE BETRAYAL 😭

↳username2 wdym bro wtf Arthur is just getting his karma, he CHEATED on Y/n with her best friend

↳username2 and Y/n only got with his brother after the breakup

username3 It's so crazy to me how not long ago Y/n was with Arthur at Charles' race and we could see them all lovey dovey and now she's with Charles 💀

username4 I hope they actually like each other and it's not just something Y/n schemed to get back at Arthur

↳username5 And even if it is, so what? Both Leclercs deserve this if she's doing it for the sake of revenge

username4 What did Charles ever do to you 😭 he's a literal pookie

username6 I am BEGGING to find out Arthur's reaction

username7 I wanna see this on Drive To Survive lmao

↳username8 The most interesting thing in the whole season lol

username9 Exactly! Men driving in circles? Nah, fuck that, give me family drama

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charles_leclerc I took way more than these 2 pictures, should post them all

↳yourusername some would get me banned🤭

username1 MY OH MY

username2 What did she say 😐

username3 I'm jealous but haven't decided if I want him or her

username4 Arthur better not read this comment section (I hope he will)

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↳yourusername You're welcome bestie🫶

username4 it's so nice to see Y/n found a friend who won't steal her bf

username5 You can't be sure, it's Charles Leclerc we're talking about. You think he wouldn't go for his best friends' girlfriend who is now his own girlfriends' best friend after pulling what he's just pulled?

username4 ngl girl I got lost in whatever you're saying

yoursister In your iconic girl era ❤️

↳yourusername I slayed didn't I 💅

username6 Honestly guys I believe it's not just a revenge scheme

↳username5 What makes you think that?

username6 Given these pictures and the pictures from the gossip page they look pretty much happy to me, too happy for it to be fake

username5 Whatever you say, we'll see. They have to get tired of pretending one day

exbestfriend Glowing ✨🩷

↳yourusername 😐

↳francisca.cgomes 😐

↳yoursister 😐

↳charles_leclerc 😐

↳pierregasly 😐

↳georgerussell63 😐

↳carmenmmundt 😐

↳alex_albon 😐

↳lilymhe 😐

username7 Y/N AND HER COMMENT SECTION ARE ICONIC 😭

↳username8 I can't stop imagining them having a gc and she sent a screenshot of her ex best friend's comment like "you know what to do, guys" 🤣

username9 I just know Arthur is screaming crying throwing up because LOOK AT WHAT HE LOST

username10 Lol who's next? Toto Wolff?

arthur_leclerc My favorite love story is ours ❤️

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exbestfriend So happy we found each other ❤️❤️

username1 💀

username2 Alright they both have the audacity

username3 your love story is cheating on Y/n lmao

username4 Imagine they have a kid one day who'll ask mom dad how did you meet lol

↳username3 I'd be EMBARRASSED

username5 They deserve each other tbh

username6 Hey but... What if this pic and Y/n's pics were taken on the same day...

↳username7 wdym

username6 Arthur wanted to keep and eye on his ex and his brother from afar 😭

username7 it's terrible but possibly true lmao

exbestfriend I'm so sick of people judging us

↳username2 That's what you deserve, the both of you

↳username4 when actions have consequences:😮

yourusername Back at the paddock ❤️

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username1 At least she didn't downgrade right?

yoursister You guys look so good together

↳yourusername Thank you 🫶 ily

↳charles_leclerc Yes we do 😊

↳username2 Y/s/n never commented anything like this when Y/n used to post with Arthur😭

lilymhe It was nice catching up with you when the boys were playing

↳yourusername maybe next time you and Alex could come over so the boys can play some video games together

username3 Pls they're just two single mothers bonding over their toddlers being besties😭

username4 I NEED TO KNOW IF ARTHUR WAS THERE

↳username5 You crazy? Ofc he wouldn't have come, he's too scared of confrontation

username4 Okay but then what if one day Y/n and Charles get married? Will Arthur just skip his brother's wedding?

username5 I think some time will pass before Charles decides to settle down. And not with Y/n, that's for sure

username6 Why not? Y/n makes a much better couple with Charles than she did with Arthur

username5 Charles would never take her seriously lol she dated his brother, Charles is just having fun with her while letting her have her moment

arthur_leclerc Are you wearing the dress you wore on our first date?

↳username2 SHE'S WHAT?????

↳username3 wtf are u doing here

↳yourusername Maybe...

username4 Mother keeps slaying 😭👏

username7 I aspire to be like Y/n fr

alex_albon Lily said we should have a double date

↳yourusername Let's do it then @/lilymhe @/charles_leclerc when and where

arthur_leclerc I just wonder when will you get bored of this

↳yourusername Bored of what exactly? Going to races? You know I've always enjoyed looking at cars go vroooom

arthur_leclerc You know what I mean

arthur_leclerc Of pretending to like Charles just to prove me some delusional point

yourusername You really think I'd waste my energy on that? It's a funny coincidence indeed, but I do like him actually

arthur_leclerc Mhm sure I give you maybe 6 months more, can't keep pretending forever

charles_leclerc A family gathering & the morning after

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username1 OH GREAT HEAVENS

pierregasly Now that's something none of us expected

↳username2 bro speaking facts

username3 They said fuck you Arthur you'll get a proof we're not pretending😭

username4 Well at least the family already knew her

↳username5 Pascale liked Y/n so much she said girl you have my blessing no matter which one u marry

username3 Guys do you think Arthur was there? You know, it's a family gathering, so he had to be there, right?

alex_albon Charles settling down wasn't on my bingo card this year

↳lilymhe Neither was it on mine but I love it

francisca.cgomes Girl you realize there's no going back now? 😂

↳yourusername I hope so😜🫶

arthur_leclerc I still can't believe how disrespectful you both are

↳charles_leclerc Look who's speaking of being disrespectful

↳yourusername stfu arthur maman literally had to kick you out of the party

username3 The way it used to be "Thurthur" and now it's "stfu arthur" 😶

username2 at least the "maman" is the same right

username5 I feel like Pascale likes Y/n more than she likes Arthur

username7 wtf guys PASCALE HAD TO KICK ARTHUR OUT OF THE PARTY 😭😭

↳username8 That's crazy, imagine how's the wedding gonna look like

carlossainz55 Getting engaged after a few weeks? Is she pregnant?😂

↳username9 Not funny

username10 Chill that's just millennial humour from back when pregnancy outside marriage was a disgrace

↳charles_leclerc We've known each other long enough to make this decision 🫢

carlossainz55 Valid point

arthur_leclerc But for majority of this time she was my girlfriend

charles_leclerc On which you cheated

arthur_leclerc @/yourusername did you use me just to get to Charles? Was it your plan from the beginning?

↳yourusername Sure because I have nothing else to do lmao

↳yourusername We've talked about it yesterday arthur, don't start again

arthur_leclerc I just still can't believe Charles would do something like that to me

yourusername And half a year ago I believed you wouldn't have ever cheated on me

charles_leclerc I said it yesterday and I'll say it again, Arthur I will always love you as a brother, but you messed up big time, you can't be mad at us

[syluslnd]

girlie can I request that you write for y/n being jealous on sylus but so shy to admit it and he find it cute and he assures her that he only belongs to her and comfort her ? If it is possible .

sylus reaction to jealous girlfriend

imagine

You sit across from Sylus, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, trying to ignore the flutter of insecurity gnawing at your chest. It wasn't that you didn't trust him, but seeing him laugh and flirt so easily with others, even if it was harmless, stung in a way you couldn't put into words.

Sylus, as usual, seemed completely at ease.

He stretched out lazily on the couch, legs spread, eyes sharp and observant-of you.

You feel his gaze but you refuse to meet it, instead keeping your eyes stubbornly on the floor.

"You're awfully quiet, kitten" he drawled, amusement lacing his voice. "What's on your mind?"

You tense slightly but shake your head. "N-Nothing."

"Mm, nothing, huh?" Sylus leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, bringing his face closer to yours. His smirk deepens as you shy away slightly, refusing to look at him.

"You're acting cute, but you're terrible at hiding things from me, sweetie."

"I'm not... hiding anything" you mumble, feeling your face heat up.

He chuckles, the sound low and teasing, sending a shiver up your spine. "Is that right? because the way you've been sulking all day says otherwise."

"I'm not sulking.." you mutter, though the words lack conviction.

Sylus tilts his head, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You jealous?" he asks, his tone light but dripping with that smug confidence that made your cheeks burn. "Is that what this is?"

Your stomach twists in embarrassment. "I-I'm not jealous!"

"Oh?" He leans closer, his hand reaching out to tilt your chin up so you can't hide your face from him anymore. "So, when I was talking to that girl earlier, you didn't feel that little pang in your chest? Didn't feel like pouting because she was all over me?"

You squirm under his intense gaze, unable to deny the truth but too shy to admit it. Your silence only makes his grin widen.

"Aw, kitten" he coos mockingly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "You're adorable when you're jealous, you know that?"

Your face burns and you try to turn away again, but his grip is gentle yet firm, keeping you in place. "Sylus..."

"Hm?" He raises a brow, leaning even closer, his lips dangerously close to yours now. "Go on, tell me. You were jealous, weren't you?"

You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling small and vulnerable under his teasing. "Maybe... a little" you admit in a whisper.

"A little?" His voice lowers and he presses his forehead against yours. "I think it was more than a little, kitten. You looked ready to rip her head off."

"I wasn't!" you protest weakly but the pout on your lips betrays you.

He laughs softly, clearly enjoying every bit of this. "You're so damn cute. I could eat you up."

You huff, trying to pull away again but this time he doesn't let you. His teasing expression softens and his hand moves from your chin to cup your cheek, thumb brushing tenderly along your skin.

"Listen to me" he murmurs, his voice dropping its playful edge, replaced by something more serious, more sincere.

"There's no reason for you to feel jealous,you're the only one I want. The only one I see."

Your breath hitches, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone. You glance up, meeting his eyes and the intensity in them takes your breath away.

"You really think anyone else could compare to you?" Sylus continues, his voice rough but full of emotion. "I'd rather die than be with someone else. You're mine, kitten. No one else can even come close."

His words melt the insecurity that had been bubbling up inside you all day. You swallow, blinking back the sting of tears. "Sylus.."

He pulls you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I mean it" he whispers against your skin. "You're everything to me."

Your heart swells and you finally let yourself relax in his hold, resting your head against his chest. Despite all the teasing, the playful cruelty, Sylus always knew how to bring you back, how to make you feel like you were the center of his universe.

"I'm sorry" you mumble, snuggling into him.

"I just... I couldn't help it."

He chuckles again, but this time it's softer, more affectionate. "I know, sweetie. But you never have to doubt me. Not about this."

You nod, feeling his arms tighten around you. In this moment, you knew you didn't need to be insecure. You were his and he was yours-completely.

[kroosluvr]

present day

if every day will be like this from now on, i'll look forward to every single one.

ok. Sits down. help meeee i tried using csp's comic tools for once (and also gradient maps + coloring w monochrome) to save time bUT I ENDED UP SPENDING THE USUAL AMT ANYWAY SO. . erm. WELL IT WAS FUN ANYWAYS

hiiiiiiiii i wrote this script 4 months ago nd finally did it (had this on the backburner for 20 million yrs bc i wanted to get out other angst bullshit first)

the parallels of goro's back (x3) on the first 2 pgs are kinda not 1:1 as i'd like but REGARDLESS i still like them. goro, who had utmost control over his life, running it like a machine, regardless of how he feels or if he's tired or if he wants to give up.......he was in control. knowing, of course, that his life is on the line at every waking moment, but since he was always on edge, always alert, he was still in control.

but now, surviving the long winter and coming out to the other side, he's lost that control AND that edge. now what is he left with? what is there left?

very speficially in the 2nd page.... i think its so <3 YAY <3 that goro, now, doesn't feel the need to take such spic-and-span clean-cut care of his appearance.., guy who rolls out of bed and throws on a shirt to go hangout w akira and sumire. he decides to tie up his hair and forgoes his gloves... feels more "comfortable" to change his apperance, to let down his guard a little. <- was the rough symbolism JKDSHKFS

sumire getting the choco croissant but letting goro have the first bite YEAHHHH WHATEVER

4th page symbolism is also rough i didnt think abt it too hard LMAO. 3rdsem goro watching his detective prince self leave. he knows acutely well that chapter of his life is over - whether he survives the long winter or dies in it. all that he knew - even though it was miserable and awful and frustrating and dangerous - is gone.

and now there's just this: the present day. whatever that means.

i think something important to me abt royal trio is just the idea of Learning To Just Exist: no need for a "purpose" or a "calling" or some overarching "goal". they just learn to exist.

and of course none of them really have a benchmark for "wow i like this i want to live like this" so they just roll with the punches, as they always have, but yknow. finally getting to live their honest student life as they always deserved

edit: and most importantly for goro, i think, is learning to cut himself some slack. "despite everything" he says, despite all the shit he's endured AND all the shit he's done, he feels like this is "right." whatever that means, he's ready to take it day by day to figure it out. AND THATS THE WHOLE THING Punches wall really hard

edit: I ALSO FORGOT. i think the sentiment of "being waited for" for goro means a lot. since he had to do everything by himself, fight for himself, decide everything for himself frm such a young age, the idea of akira and sumire waiting for him, inviting him out simply for him to be there -> is really meaningful to him, more than they could know.

edit AGAIN: also goro sleeping in means a lot to me. i imagine that guy has pretty terrible insomnia. ALSO HE HAS A BEDFRAME! i like the thought of his apartment being so /r/malelivingspaces throughout the game. he doesn’t deserve a bedframe. BUT HE HAS ONE NOW!

goros expressions in the last page gve me a hard time. sparkly....

also im SO freaking sorry if his voice isnt too well-written... i had a crisis over the wording while draiwng htis so much DSKHASKDASJK AND THE PANELING AND WHATEVERRR IDEK WHAT IM DOINGGG but it was fun!!!! exploratory..... regardless i will keep workign to do him and royaltrio justice. THUMBSUP EMOJI.

[hopesaheartache]

I never thought I'd be creating an new account and being active on Tumblr again after years just to talk about a new THG book, but I've shipped Hayffie for more than half my life and people on Twitter are really getting on my nerves, so I needed to vent with people I know will understand.

I have some issues with certain narrative choices in SOTR, but I expected that since I’m not a big fan of prequels, especially ones released long after the original story. I think it's very tough to write a prequel more than a decade later without some things feeling like retcons. I had the same issue with TBOSAS, but I’m good at just ignoring that kind of thing. The original trilogy will always exist, so it doesn’t really affect me that much.

But I cannot stand seeing so many people saying the new book makes Hayffie impossible and acting like they're smarter because they don't ship it.

We've always known that Haymitch had a girlfriend when he was a teenager. It's not new information.

Haymitch and Lenore Dove had a sweet, young, idealized love - that ended up being an eternal what if and could it be if Haymitch had never gone to the Games, if Lenore Dove hadn’t died, if they had been born in a better world.

But Haymitch did go to the Games. Lenore Dove did die. They were born into a terrible world.

So why would it be so wrong for him to find love again? To allow himself to be happy? To have a relationship that works within the reality he actually lives in, instead of the one that could have been?

The reason I was drawn to Hayffie years ago and the reason most of my main ships are between mature characters instead of teenagers is because I’ve always found it more interesting when two people, in later stages of life, with scars, baggage, and different experiences, still manage to learn from each other, discover new things, and allow themselves to grow.

It’s so tragic to think of someone’s life as over when they were only 16. And Haymitch’s life is already tragic enough.

What SOTR establishes as canon shows that, despite all odds, Effie and Haymitch are gentle with each other from the very beginning. Despite all the propaganda and life in the Capitol, Effie is introduced as someone involved with the Games because of the love she has for her sister, as a kind person, as someone who knows Haymitch won’t hurt her.

Despite their social and ideological differences - and all the friction between them - they spend two decades keeping each other company in a horrible environment designed to discourage any kind of bond. They still work together as a team.

Post-Mockingjay, when they have to carry the weight of all their pain, torture, loss, and war, why is it so hard to imagine that they would help each other figure out who they are in a world without the Games? That they would help each other process the pain and learn to live with some peace and hope for the days ahead? That two people who know each other so well would slowly build their slow-burn romance, allowing themselves to love and be loved?

And none of this erases the impact or the feelings Haymitch had for Lenore Dove. It's just different. Simple as that.

He may believe that geese mate for life, but in reality, he hasn’t had the same life in a very long time. And in this new life, it’s Effie who walks beside him.

[wishyoudwell]

Theres often talk about Legends trauma and how he tries to distance from his emotions, how his experiences have affected him, and in turn I also like to think about how Ravio operates with his own trauma. This might sound pretty silly but I think both of them are equally as terrible at dealing with their issues. Ravio is still Links counterpart after all, and I'm more than sure he's gone through a fair share of things, especially hailing from Lorule. There's just differences in how they handle it. While Legend is often written to be repressing his trauma and keeping himself tight under lock and key, Ravio seems to be pretty casual about mentioning bad happenings. It kinda feels as if Ravio would make light of his own trauma, hardships or bad experiences before quickly brushing them off/playing them off as jokes. He sort of does this ingame, after all? The way he says it makes you unable to take him seriously, but when you really think about what he's saying...

"Finally, no more sleeping in the wild. Tough world out there, you know?" "But—! But—! But aren't we buddies? You'd kick me out? Into that cruel, cruel world out there? Please? You don't know what it's like trying to get some shut-eye with all those creepy-crawlies!"

You could argue that he's only saying this to garner sympathy and pity from Link. But since he escaped Lorule without knowing if he could ever even return....yeahhh, I think there's a lot of truth here. Casually hinting at how he he had to sleep outside while worrying about being left defenseless to monsters... I don't think Ravio really lies (much). He's just pretty good at omitting information. He's also really good at playing a character. Ravio also says some pretty weird and mildly concerning stuff once he's "in retirement" and being all philosophical on Links floor.

"I always thought sleeping all day would be fun. But now I think I'd miss breakfast and lunch, right? Yeah, I've got a new outlook on life, and it's all thanks to you, Mr. Hero!"

"For a long time, I believed that if you put your ear to the ground, you'd hear the world's heart beating. That the world just goes on living, whether you were there or not. Weird, right? And sorta sad. So I've been listening here for a while, and you know the only heart I've heard? Mine! I couldn't be happier. Ha! I've got a new outlook on life, and it's all thanks to you, Mr. Hero!"

"You know, whenever I used to just lounge around... I would think how I'm just a tiny speck in a great, big world. And I still believe that I'm a teeny, tiny, little speck in a world that's SO much bigger than I ever thought! But even a speck can change the world if he puts his heart into it. I've got a new outlook on life, and it's all thanks to you, Mr. Hero!"

"I've never really had the time to take a lot of naps before. The world looks so different from here! Sometimes just changing your perspective is the key to... well, to everything! I've got a new outlook on life, and it's all thanks to you, Mr. Hero!"

"When I look at you, Mr. Hero, I now realize that just about anything is possible if you put heart into it. Ha! Seems like it's about time for me to decide where to put MY heart!"

It's a lot of fun, trying to imagine what the future holds. Ha! I've got a new outlook on life, and it's all thanks to you, Mr. Hero!

One thing that does become pretty evident though is how Links presence and the land of Hyrule itself seems to have had a really positive and healthy influence on Ravio and his psyche. He appears to have been a lot more somber before, but meeting Link and experiencing his courage firsthand has helped Ravio grow too, to the point he was able to develop a happier, positive outlook on life. Meanwhile you could argue that Legends become more bitter overtime on his outlook on life the more adventures he has to go through (lol). Hmm...yeah, I didn't really have anywhere specific I was going with this. It's just another interesting parallel to me how Legends personality and portrayal would clash with his counterparts. They're interesting to me, they compliment and play off each other well...they process and experience life so similarly yet differently...

[keferon]

Ok so, I've got a little something that's been eating in my head for the past hour or so

So, from as far as i am aware, it depends on the iteration of him, but I've seen a few posts talking about how Ratchet is, first and foremost, a healer, and he wants to help people no matter what. But he's stuck under the terrible circumstances of war, and can't save everyone (not like he can always save everyone, even without a war, but it gets alot more challenging). How he even sometimes helps decepticons!

And so, for the mecha au, i kept thinking: Ratchet having a breaking point after losing one last pilot he was close to (honestly something i plan to write at some point), to a stupif decision the company has made, and they right of the bat, not even a week later is sending new recruits, young recruits, to the same suicidal mission bc "they were so close the last time"

He breaks, leaves, and hides with his alien bf, going off radar and starts to secretly help out the citizens, the families, the children, caught on the crossfire because it just seems like no one cares for the little guys anymore.

He works for the people. He's a healer at heart, even if he's not allowed to be - my sister

Idk, just a thought. Not entirely sure what your interpretation of Ratchet really intels, but it's something that keeps chewing at my brain after a few posts about him i saw a while back.

What gets to me though, is wondering how that comes across to Deadlock, ya know? Does that push some change of heart? Does he see the human differently as he risks himself to save the one little kid everyone seems to ignore the cries for help?

I'd imagine Ratchet asking Deadlock help ride around the ruins and to carry the wounded.

Actually. This is EXACTLY how I see him. Like. YES. ABSOLUTELY.

The same thing he was doing in canon, working in Dead end. Caring for people. Regular people who suffer from the war the most.

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

Hey! Can you do a Kylian imagine with a heavily pregnant reader who is having a hard time with her pregnancy. Just lots of fluff & supportive Kylian please

Baby Blues

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Your husband loves taking care of you, especially now that you're pregnant

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Husband!Kylian Mbappé x Wife!you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.5k

Warnings! Fluff, soft Kylian, tough pregnancy, eating problems, insecurities, sad reader, Kylian being the best husband ever.

Pregnancy was a scam.

A total scam. There were so many things that were a surprise to you once you actually were pregnant, but one of the biggest surprises to me was just how hard it was on your body. It wasn't like you didn't think it would be hard. But this was hell.

Kylian and you had been trying for a year, and when you finally got the positive pregnancy test, you thought everything would be okay. You thought it would be a normal pregnancy and then you'd be able to hold your little baby in your arms.

But it was just too hard.

The morning sickness had been terrible. It didn't just stay in the mornings, and you'd been puking so much that you'd lost weight instead of gaining it. Something which which had your doctors and Kylian worried.

It'd gotten to the point where you couldn't even eat any more. The smell of food would make you sick. It made you sick just to think about it. You'd tried to hide it from Kylian at first. You didn't want to worry him, and you knew he was already worrying.

He'd always worried about you. He'd worried about you since the moment he met you, and he was going to continue to worry about you for the rest of his life.

It was sweet. It really was.

But sometimes, you just wished he'd stop worrying. Worrying so much was making him tired, and you knew he was going to be a father soon. He needed to get some sleep. So did you. You sighed and sat up in bed, looking around the dark room. The sun had barely risen. You could hear Kylian's snores coming from the other side of the bed. It made you smile.

You threw off the covers and stood up, heading to the bathroom. You weren't sure what time it was, but you were hoping it was close to breakfast time. Your stomach growled at the thought of food. You hoped that you could keep something down today.

Maybe some toast.

You opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, flipping on the light. The bathroom was large, and the shower was huge. There were multiple heads, so you could be pummeled with water from all angles. It was heavenly, sometimes being to keep your morning sickness at bay. The pressure feeling so good on your skin.

You flipped on the light and looked in the mirror. The girl looking back at you looked terrible. She was pale and thin and tired. You could the insecurities licking up your spine. How could he still love you when you looked like this.

You sighed and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water flow down your body. You moaned at the pressure of the jets your skin, and your eyes closed. You tried to ignore the thoughts racing through your head, but you just couldn't.

Why was he still with you? You were nothing like the girl he met. You were thin and tired and just plain ugly.

You tried to shake the thoughts away as you washed yourself off. When you were done, you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a towel. You brushed your teeth, making sure your breath smelled good and not like puke.

When you were done, you left the bathroom and headed to the bedroom. You pulled out a pair of shorts and Kylian's sweatshirt. You slipped them on and walked back to the kitchen.

You stopped in your tracks when you saw what was set up in the kitchen. There were flowers all over the table, and breakfast was made. Kylian was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. He looked up when he saw you.

When did he wake up? Why hadn't you heard him? And why did he look better than you did.

"Hey," he smiled at you. "I thought I'd make you breakfast. I didn't know what you were craving, so I made pancakes and eggs." He stood up and pulled out a chair for you. "I hope it's okay."

tears welled up in your waterline at his gesture. Fuck thses hormones. But you couldn't help it. Not when he was such a good husband, so good to you. He deserved better. He deserved the girl he fell in love with.

"It's perfect," your voice was shaky, so you masked it with a smile. "Thank you, babe."

He walked over to you, pulling you into a hug, his warmth melting you. "I'm glad you like it," he kissed the top of your head. "I missed you so much yesterday. I'm sorry I wasn't here for dinner." He pulled back and studied your face. "Are you okay? You were in the bathroom pretty long. Got me worried, pretty girl." Pretty girl. Yeah right. More like fat whale. You wanted to cry.

You nodded, letting him pull you down into a chair. "I'm good," you lied, forcing a smile. "I was just so tired last night. I didn't want to wake you up."

He nodded and kissed the top of your head again. He went back to the kitchen and brought you a plate of pancakes and eggs, along with a cup of tea. You smiled up at him and dug in. It was good. Really good.

He was a good cook. But you didn't want to eat much. You were terrified of getting sick in front of him. He'd been so stressed lately, and you didn't want him to worry more about you.

You took a few bites and then put the fork down, pushing your plate away. "Thank you," you said. "It was really good."

His eyes narrowed, studying your face. You knew you were lying. But you were good at it. Or at least, you thought you were.

He leaned over and grabbed your hands into his. He made sure he was eye level with you, his eyes searching yours. You met them and held his gaze. "Tell me the truth," he said.

"I don't want to eat," you said, your voice low. You hated lying to him. You always felt terrible after doing it. But he didn't need to know about how bad it was. He was stressed enough.

His face softened, and his hands squeezed yours. "Pretty girl, why won't you tell me?" His voice was soft and sweet. He really was such a good husband.

You shrugged your shoulders. You couldn't look at him. If you did, you knew you'd cry. "I just don't want to eat," you mumbled.

He sighed and leaned forward, grabbing your face into his hands. He made sure you looked at him before speaking. "You are my wife," he said, voice low and husky. "My wife, the mother of my child, and my best friend. I love you, and I'm so proud of you. But I can't be there for you if you don't tell me the truth. I need to know what's going on with you. I need to take care of you."

You wanted to cry at his words, at his softness. How could he love you so much when you were such a mess?

"I don't want to worry you," you said, your voice breaking. "You're already so stressed."

His eyes softened, and he pulled you into his arms. You went willingly, letting his warmth melt you. His arms were your happy place, and you knew you'd always be safe with him. He kissed the top of your head and held you close, stroking your hair. You breathed in his scent. It made you feel at peace.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice low. "I love you so much. You don't have to worry about me. I need to take care of you."

You sighed and nodded against him. "I'm sorry," you said. "I just can't eat right now. The smell of food makes me sick. I haven't eaten in days."

He held you closer, his arms tightening around you. He kissed the top of your head again and sighed. "I'm going to call a doctor," he said. "We'll figure this out, okay?"

You nodded against him and smiled. "Okay."

He pulled away and stood up, helping you stand. "Let's go back to bed," he said. "I'll call the doctor from there."

You nodded, letting him lead you back to the bedroom. You climbed into bed and watched him pick up the phone. He dialed a number and pressed send, holding the phone to his ear. You could hear the ringing of the other line.

He looked at you as he talked, his eyes soft. You could see the worry in them, but it only made you love him more. He was always so worried about you. You wanted to make it better, to make him not worry.

He hung up the phone and tossed it onto the bed. He sat next to you and took your hand into his. "I called the doctor," he said. "He said to bring you in to see him. I'm going to call his office now and tomorrow we're going, okay?."

You nodded and squeezed his hand. "I love you," you said, your voice low. He squeezed your hand back and leaned forward to kiss your lips. His lips were warm and gentle against yours. You sighed into his mouth and let him take control.

He kissed you deeper, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned as he pulled away. You wanted more. But he just smiled and stood up, his phone in hand.

"I love you," he said. "I'll be right back."

You nodded and snuggled under the covers, closing your eyes. You knew you weren't going to fall asleep. Not with all the thoughts swirling through your head. You sighed and turned over, trying to clear your mind. You couldn't. Not when you kept thinking about how he'd said he was so proud of you.

It made you want to cry. He loved you. He truly, truly loved you. He was proud of you. You felt like you were anything but strong. But he still loved you. He still thought you were strong. That made you smile.

You sighed and rolled over, closing your eyes. You let your thoughts run away with you as you drifted off to sleep.

You woke up to Kylian shaking your shoulder. He had a smile on his face and looked so happy. You smiled up at him and sat up (with great difficulty), rubbing your eyes. "hi, beautiful," he said. "Get up the masseuse will be here soon."

You blinked up at him. What was he talking about? Who was the masseuse? He chuckled and ran a hand through your hair. "I thought it would be nice to have a spa day at home," he said. "I got you some scented oils and candles, and I hired a massage therapist. I thought it would help you relax." He smiled at you, his eyes soft. "Plus, I thought it would be nice to spend the day together. We can talk more about everything that's going on."

You wanted to cry at his words, at his sweetness. He was such a good husband, and you loved him so much. He always wanted to take care of you, and he wanted to be there for you.

"Okay," you whispered, voice raspy with sleep. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. His eyes softened, and he kissed your lips. "Come on, babe," he said. "Let's get ready."

He stood and pulled you up with him. You wobbled on your feet, and he chuckled, his hands going to your hips. "Easy," he said. "I've got you." He held you close until you could stand on your own. Then, he let you go, only to grab your hand again. He led you out of the room, to the living room. You stopped in your tracks when you saw what was set up.

He had candles lit all around the room, and the scents of lavender filled your nose. There were towels and oils set up on a table, and the windows were open so there was a nice breeze. It was warm but not too hot.

"This is amazing," you said, smiling at him. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "I wanted it to be perfect for you." He ran his hand down your back. "Now sit here and don't move." He instructed, as he helped you sit on the couch. A task that was now getting more and more difficult for you as your pregnancy moved along.

You nodded and sat down, watching him leave. You could hear him talking to someone on the phone, Then a few minutes later you heard the front door open.

"Hey," you heard him say. "Thanks for coming. She's on the couch. You can go ahead and set up."

You heard the front door shut, and then footsteps coming closer. You turned your head to see a woman coming towards you with him. She was gorgeous, with long brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a black top with what you guesse was her spa logo and black pants.

You hated the way your mind immediately went to wondering how you measured up to her. You felt like a fat whale, and she looked perfect. Kylian wouldn't be attracted to her, would he?

You sighed and forced your mind away from those thoughts. They were not healthy.

"Hey," Kylian said, walking over to you. "This is Ashley. She's the massage therapist I was telling you about."

You mustered a smile and smiled at her , trying to push aside your insecurities. Ashley returned the smile warmly, introducing herself and offering a handshake. Despite your initial self-doubt, you couldn't deny the genuine kindness in her eyes.

It made you feel horrible for the negative thoughts you had about her. You felt like a horrible person.

Ashley began setting up her equipment, chatting lightly with Kylian. You felt a pang at the smile he gave her. You knew you were being ridiculous. Kylian smiled at everyone. But in that moment you couldn't help but wonder if he wished he had a woman who was more like her.

"Y/N, baby are you okay? You spaced out." You blinked, bringing yourself back to the present. Kylian's voice was filled with concern, his eyes searching your face. You nodded quickly, trying to shake off the lingering doubts. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit tired," you mumbled, offering a small smile.

He returned your smile, though the worry in his eyes didn't dissipate. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips warm and comforting. "Just relax, pretty girl. Ashley is here to help you feel better."

You took a deep breath and nodded again. Ashley finished setting up and approached you with a kind smile. "We're going to start with a gentle massage, okay? If anything feels uncomfortable, just let me know."

You appreciated her calm demeanor and found yourself relaxing slightly. You lay down on the soft towels she had prepared, and Ashley began her work. The scents of lavender and chamomile filled the air, mingling with the gentle pressure of her hands on your aching muscles.

For the first time in a while, you felt a semblance of peace. Kylian sat nearby, watching over you with a protective gaze. You loved this side of him. Loved when he watched over you like he would do anything to keep you safe. He would.

You knew a long time ago you had picked the right man to be the father of your children. But everyday he makes you a little prouder of that decision. You couldn't wait to meet your baby. To watch him interact with her.

You had already gotten glipmses of their bond. How she would kick at the sound of his voice. How he would talk to your belly, whispering sweet promises and silly jokes. You knew he would be an amazing father, just as he was an incredible husband.

As Ashley continued the massage, you felt some of the tension in your body ease away. The soothing touch and the warm oils worked their magic, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to simply be. To exist in the present, without the weight of worries and fears pressing down on you.

Kylian sat close, every now and then, he would reach out to gently stroke your hair or squeeze your hand, silently reassuring you that he was there, that he had you.

"You're doing great, Y/N," Ashley said softly, her voice blending seamlessly with the calming ambiance of the room. "Just breathe and let yourself relax."

You followed her instructions, taking slow, deep breaths. With each exhale, you felt more of the stress melt away. The soft music playing in the background, the fragrant candles, and the tender care of both Kylian and Ashley created a bubble of tranquility that you hadn't felt in a long time.

Time seemed to slow down as the massage continued. You could almost forget the relentless nausea, the fatigue. You could even feel yourself getting a little hungry.

When the massage finally ended, you felt a profound sense of relief. Ashley helped you sit up slowly, her hands gentle and supportive. "How do you feel?" she asked with a warm smile.

"Better," you admitted, surprised at how true the word felt. "Thank you, Ashley. This was exactly what I needed."

"I'm glad I could help," she replied. "Remember to take it easy and stay hydrated. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to reach out." She patted your shoulder one more time before getting up.

As Ashley packed up her things and left, Kylian was by your side in an instant, helping you stand and guiding you back to the couch. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "Do you feel better now, baby?" he asked softly, his eyes full of concern.

You nodded, resting your head against his chest. "Yes, much better," you whispered, feeling a sense of calm you hadn't experienced in weeks. "Thank you for this. It was perfect."

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. "You deserve it, Y/N. I just want to see you happy and healthy. And I know it's hard right now, but we're going to get through this together. Okay?"

You looked up at him, tears welling up in your eyes again, but this time, they were tears of gratitude and love. "Okay," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I love you, Kylian. So much."

"I love you too," he replied, holding you even tighter. "Now, are you hungry?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you could handle eating. But the massage had genuinely helped, and you felt a glimmer of appetite returning. "A little," you admitted.

Kylian's face lit up with a hopeful smile. "Great! How about a cheese sandwhich? Nice and simple, just the way you like it."

You nodded, feeling a bit more confident. "Sounds good."

He kissed your forehead and stood up, heading to the kitchen. You watched him move with a grace that seemed effortless, and it warmed your heart. The man you loved was doing everything he could to make this easier for you, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude.

As you waited, you let yourself relax further into the couch, savoring the lingering sense of tranquility from the massage. The lavender scent still hung in the air, and you breathed it in deeply, feeling more at peace than you had in days.

Kylian returned shortly with the cheese sandwhich and a small cup of tea. He set it down on the coffee table in front of you and handed you a piece of the sandwhich. "Here you go, trésor."

You took the bread and nibbled on it cautiously. To your relief, the plain taste of cheese and bread was gentle on your stomach, and you managed a few more bites without feeling nauseous. Kylian watched you with a mixture of hope and concern, his eyes never leaving your face.

"This is good," you said softly, giving him a small smile. "Thank you."

He smiled back, the relief evident in his eyes. "I'm glad. You need to eat, even if it's just a little bit at a time."

You finished the toast and sipped on the tea, feeling a little more like yourself. The warmth of the tea spread through your body, soothing you from the inside out. You leaned back against the couch, feeling content in this small moment of normalcy.

Kylian sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. You snuggled into his side, feeling his steady heartbeat against your cheek. It was a simple comfort, but it meant the world to you.

"Thank you for everything," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He kissed the top of your head and held you tighter. "You don't have to thank me, Y/N. I'm just doing what I promised. To love you and take care of you, no matter what."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. Despite the challenges, despite the sickness and the doubts, you knew you were in this together. And in that moment, wrapped in his embrace, you felt peace beyond comprihension.

The road ahead might be tough, but with Kylian by your side, you knew you could face anything.

-Bianca🌻

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hii gigachad, since the requests are open I'd love to get smn in!!

Something platonic for a gregarious Jester girl and Alucard. Very much 'popular kid has all the friends but likes the quiet kid best' dynamic. She sees him sulking in a corner, "a cold spot in the room", trying to make her leave by sheer force of will, and she's like 'I need to make him laugh everyday of my life.'

It had been a long journey to the next town. The trio walking for miles before the small flicker of window lights winked at them in the distance. When they arrived in the town, however, it was more than just window lights that greeted them.

“A circus?” Syph noted.

“A traveling one looks like.” Trevor commented. “Hold on to your purses.”

“Don’t be rude Trevor.” Sypha scolded him. “These people make a living much like mine. Traveling and providing their services to others.”

“Yes. Imagine how much more welcoming people would be if you added a little face paint to your outfits.” Sypha scowled at Trevor as they watched the jugglers, clowns, and acrobats delight the town.

“I’m surprised they are letting them perform.” Sypha noted. “Crowds and lights like this are sure to attract more night creatures.”

“True. But people sometimes need more than safety in times of trouble.” Trevor noted as he watched some kids race by laughing. Thinking that that was probably the first time in a long time he had heard that. “Besides. There’s something here.”

“Something?”

“A magic field.” Alucard answered at Sypha’s prying. “Something a bit stronger than pulling rabbits out of hats. Like a cloaking spell, or protection ward.”

Sypha hummed in understanding. “Well, if it’s all safe, why don’t we enjoy the festivities for a bit before we check into the inn.”

“I would rather not.” Alucard commented. “I detest clowns.”

“Whhhaaaat about jesters?” The trio turned around to find a lively, spritely, jovial jester behind them. Startling them with their presence and optimism.

“Clowns with more bells.”

The jester laughed. “Aww…it’s more than that. Although they do say that our ability for accessories is what differentiates of from animals.” They teased. “You all must have had a heard journey. Hence the looong face.”

Alucard’s deepened as Trevor snickered behind him. “Well, my day just improved.”

“Please don’t comment on my features.” Alucard warned them.

“Oh. Sorry. Sore spot? Handsome man like you? I never mean to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“You are making me uncomfortable.” He told them.

“Dawww….such a sour puss. You know a smile a day keeps the doctor away! I’ll leave you alone then. But before I go: what’s black & white and red all over?” Alucard arched a brow at them. “A cow who’s just told a really bad joke!”

Sypha & Trevor snicker at the terrible joke, though Sypha seemed genuinely amused. Alucard, despite himself, felt the corners of his lips turn up. The joke was indeed terrible but maybe it was just the delivery, or their enthusiasm, that made him smirk.

“There you go! Live long in good health my friends.”

The jester gave a dramatic bow before they cartwheel away to another guest of the circus. “You know, of all the things we’ve seen, I think that was the strangest.”

“Agreed.” Alucard replied to Sypha. “Let’s find the inn.”

[darylbae]

Daryl and breath play <3

Imagine him choking you out from behind as he roughly fucks up into you after you fucked up yet *another* resource run; drool running down your chin as you babble incoherently as his thick cock splits you open so wonderfully!

there ain't no god here — daryl dixon🩰

in which you mess up on a run, and daryl has had enough

note: SMUT WARNING! do not consume this content if you are under the age of 18, i am not liable for you reading past this point.

warnings: rough sex, dirty talk, bad writing.

You and Daryl have never had a nice relationship. From the moment the pair of you met, you'd been at each other's throats. Always arguing, always antagonizing each other, but there was something sizzling between the two of you. Which neither of you had noticed. Maggie said it first. When you'd all turned up to the farm, she'd asked you if the two of you were a thing, to which you laughed in her face. "As if I'd let Daryl put his hands on me," you exclaimed. "Dream on, girl," he'd call out as he passed the two of you outside. When the farm had been lost and you'd all found the prison, the two of you were incessant on arguing. It was just a constant cat fight between the two of you. Glenn had even made a comment about it feeling 'weirdly sexual'. Rick had learned to keep you apart, for the sake and sanity of the group. He was surprised you'd made it this far without physically fighting or fucking. The long winter on the road, hunting in the woods, finally finding Alexandria, you two just never clicked. It had even become a game of sorts, to inconvenience the other one, to push them just that little bit off the edge. The two of you were so caught up in this game of riling up the other, that people within the community were beginning to assume there was a spark between you. And Daryl heard none of it, until Spencer had approached him once. "Hey," he spoke awkwardly, too afraid to look at the archer who was aggressively buffing his crossbow with a cloth. "What." Daryl grumbled, not even bothering to look up from his weapon. He could tell by the lanky figure it was Spencer. "I, uh," Spencer was rambling, unable to get to his point, "I wanted to know if anything was going on between you and Y/N." "Why do you care?" "I was gonna ask her out, well, I was gonna ask her over for dinner. There's not much in the way of dating anymore." Spencer faltered, looking anywhere except at Daryl. "But I didn't know if there was actually a thing between you two, so I thought I should ask instead of listening to rumors." Daryl finally stopped fussing his crossbow. "Why would I care? Do what you want with 'er." Just as Spencer had retreated down the porch steps, Daryl had immediately regret what he'd said. But why? You frustrated him to his core, you got under his skin, you knew just how to make him tick. And he hated it, at least he thought he did. All he used to worry about were walkers. Now, they'd been pushed to the back burner of his mind. He's been so swept up in this little back and forth with you, that he'd forgotten how terrible the world was for a moment. Did he really care about the thought of you spending time with another guy?

Daryl had watched in dismay as you spent less time winding him up, and more time walking the streets with Spencer. It was almost as if you were riling him up by walking past the porch he'd sit on. It was jealousy, and almost a sick possession to want you all to himself. You, unbeknownst to Daryl, had no interest in Spencer. You spoke to him and spent time with him purely as a friend and to make connections within the community. So when you'd been sent on a run with Daryl, it felt nice to not have to play a part anymore. To just be around someone you were yourself with. Of course you cared about Daryl enough to not see him get killed, but the two of you have always been at each other's throats. That was kind of your thing. "We taking a car?" You asked Rick, folding your arms as you stood beside Michonne. It was supposed to be the four of you, but Deanna wanted to see Michonne and Rick. "My bike." Daryl retorted. "I suppose it makes it easier to throw myself off," you reasoned, scowling at Daryl, and you could see Michonne chuckle into her hand. "Please," Daryl bit back, striding towards his bike, "gives me a break from you." You had your arms around Daryl, holding on tightly as you sped down a long, narrow road. The wind whipped your hair into your face, and every time you felt inclined to swipe it away, Daryl made sure both of your hands were around him. He'd gripped your hand and forced it back onto his waist as you tried to smooth your hair down. When you'd gotten to a small town outside of the area, Daryl dismounted and helped you off the bike. It was the least he could do. You did your usual sweep of each store, and taking the stock you needed, occasionally being annoying and getting a series of grunts in return. "Didn't ya ever learn to shut up?" He spat, waving you off as he entered another aisle. You rolled your eyes, shoving stuff into the backpack you'd brought along. "Didn't you ever learn to treat women nicely?" You had aggravated him the entire run. Instead of moving things out the way so both of you could pass, you'd just climb over it and let Daryl deal with it himself. Instead of listening to him, you'd go off and do exactly what you wanted to. Daryl felt like a babysitter. "Surprised Spencer puts up with ya." Daryl mumbled, shining a flashlight into a dark back room, only to find dead walkers and upturned furniture. "Excuse me?" "Ya heard me, girl." "Spencer doesn't have to put up with anything." You remarked, folding your arms. "So it's just me then? Ya annoy me and not ya own damn boyfriend!" Daryl's voice grew louder, the two of you so caught up in arguing that you'd almost forgotten the dead were out to get you. "Spencer's not my boyfriend!" Oh, Daryl thought. His heart lifted for a moment, until he'd seen a walker come out of the room behind you. Without hesitation, he shot an arrow through it's skull, and watched as you caught your breath. "Get in 'ere." Daryl demanded, grabbing your hand and leading you into a vacant bathroom. "Always messin' up the damn thing." "What?" You answered, voice small and still shaking with fear. You'd never come that close to death before. A walkers hands had grabbed your shoulders, it's teeth mere inches away from you. "Why don't ya listen to me, huh?" He whisper-yelled, his grip still firm on your hand. "Always runnin' off and doin' what ya want. Ya need manners, girl." "I need manners? When have you ever said a nice word to me? When have you ever thought about me in any positive way?" Daryl paused, was it the time for this?

"Every fuckin' day. Every mornin', every night. Every damn time I see ya, I can't not think about ya." Daryl admitted, frustration still laced in his voice. "All ya do is drive me insane." Both of you were breathing heavily, tension still clouding the air in this very small bathroom. You were almost chest to chest with the little space available in here. Daryl was thinking with the recently unlocked part of his brain that just contained you. Every glance he'd ever sent your way, every time he'd seen you stretch and show the hem of your underwear, every time he'd look down at you and see those innocent eyes staring back up at him. There was nothing that felt as right as this. His lips were on yours, and you'd moved against his like you'd done it regularly. Hell, you thought about it at times. When you were lonely in your cell, in your room in Alexandria, the hatred went hand in hand with passion, and you were so overfilled with lust that it had all blurred into one. Every bitter word the two of you threw at each other, it fueled the fire that you were both burning in now. He'd gripped at the clothes he wanted gone, and you'd silently obey him. His calloused hands swiped over your neck, and it had awoken a side of you that was powered off when the world ended. "Oh, you like that, huh?" He asked, his voice no longer containing it's usual gruffness. It was whiny, almost poking fun at how you were putty in his hands. You just sighed in response, giving up any self control you had. It was all his now, to do with it as he pleased. "Gotta teach ya a lesson, girl," he breathed into your ear, hands on your shoulders and spinning you round the other way. You hadn't realized the mirror facing you, your tinged cheeks and sleepy eyes clouded over with lust.

Daryl's lips grazed the curve of your neck, daring to place a kiss on your soft, pure skin. He wanted to toy with you, like you did with him every day. Sauntering around, giving looks you'd only give to him, leaving him to deal with his hard-on in the middle of the night. "Ya gonna listen to me now, hm." You could feel his hands gliding closer to the inside of your thigh, heat burning between your legs. You didn't just want it, you needed it. You arched your back into him, rubbing against whatever you could. Needed the friction, the look in your eyes almost primal. Daryl smirked at you in the mirror, holding your gaze as he spat on his hand. Your fingers squeezed the counter as he slid into you, the two of you completely in sync as you moaned out for each other. The feeling purely nostalgic. "God," you cried, your eyebrows knitted together and your lip quivering. "There ain't no God here, girl, just me." One of his hands gripped your thigh as rammed into you, jerking your hip bones into the counter. If you weren't so wrapped up in Daryl, it would ache. But you couldn't stop, not even to readjust, you needed Daryl to carry you to your high. His other hand snaked up your body, sensually rubbing at your breasts, of which he'd caught glimpses of for years. Finally seeing them felt... satisfying. All the times you'd fiddle with your shirt, exposing them just barely, and Daryl would have to be a gentleman and look away. His hand finally reached your neck and he'd gripped both sides with his fingers and thumb. He'd peered at you through the mirror, catching the whites of your eyes as you rolled them back. Seeing how delighted you looked, it made him feel good. He knew just how to make you tick. "Ya gonna do as I say from now on," he breathed, squeezing tighter on your throat, "you're all mine, girl." "Yeah," you croaked, Daryl's grip on your throat and him inside of you rendered you unable to speak, you were just allowing him to do whatever he wanted. "All yours." He'd suddenly stopped and you whimpered at the loss of contact. Daryl had turned you around again, hooking his arms under your ass and lifting you onto the counter. "Wanna see that pretty face." He'd entered you again, filling you up and you were back to seeing stars as he pumped into you. His grunts and moans were close to sending you over the edge. His hand found your throat again, squeezing on the familiar spot and Daryl's eyes flickered to your breasts as the bounced with every thrust. They were entrancing. He was close to finishing, but he wanted to savor this moment. He wanted this, you, over and over again. He could see the drool escaping your lips and running down your chin, some dropping onto your breasts. He almost finished at the sight of it all. "Let go for me, girl." He moaned, bringing you closer to him for the final few thrusts. "Come on. Good girl." Your body took over, sending you over the edge and quivering on him. Daryl held your body tight, careful not to let you go. His rhythm had gotten sloppier, he couldn't hold it, just knowing this was all with you, all for you, he let go himself and caught your gaze as he did so. There was nothing he'd change about this, the tiny bathroom, the argument beforehand, the relationship the two of you had before. It all led to this, and he'd do it again. Exactly the same.

[felassan]

Letters from Lovers

Transcriptions of the letters from the various gear store items. under cut for length.

Isabela:

“My dear Hawke, Do you know anyone with a flock of parrots? I'm trying to cheat on a bet with Varric and the stakes are exceedingly high. If you help me, I shall take you to that breathtaking beach you so crave. Free of ancient horrors, too. I think. I'd hate to take respite from all my adventures, but there are other ways to make the heart flutter. In fact I'm already imagining a few. Aren't you? Sailing there can be fatal, but Admiral Isabela will keep you safe. Are you interested? I would love to see you again. Yours, Isabela”

Morrigan:

“My love, Now before that grin reaches your ears, perish the thought that this letter was my idea. 'Tis Kieran who would not give me peace until I wrote to ask how you are faring. Regale us, if you please, with another of your tales that I might read to him in bed. He is particularly fond of those wherein you spur mischief whilst you save the day. Thank you for your most delightful gifts. I shall make certain to wear them the next time you come home. Dream of me until then, my Hero of Ferelden, and have a care. Morrigan”

Dorian:

“My dearest Amatus, Home is ever as it was: a glittering whirl of dancing, politics, and murder. I'm used to people staring daggers at me - I quite relish it, actually - but the glares seem to possess a new intensity since my return to Tevinter. Do they disapprove of House Pavus freeing its slaves while I work in the Magisterium to end slavery across Tevinter? Perhaps they simply covet my cheekbones, and who could blame them? Real reform will take time, but we're making inroads. I miss you terribly, Amatus, perhaps almost as much as you miss me. I treasure you and your belief in my work here. Yours always, Dorian P.S. I wouldn't take it amiss if you might send me another barrel of that dreadful Fereldan beer?”

Alistair:

“My love, How are you? Is it true that you recently killed darkspawn with only a mean glare and a pointy stick? Ferelden is ablaze with this rumor! You do give people so much hope. Tales of your heroism never fail to astonish me and almost ease the pain of going to sleep without you by my side. Almost. I can't wait to be with you again. I'd bring you some roses, you could give me a tour of the keep, we'd drink with the new recruits and then cuddle in a tent. Without the new recruits! Tent time is just for the two of us. I want to make that clear. Now excuse me while I practice my death glare and rummage through the dog's stash of sticks. I love you. Yours forever, Alistair.”

The Iron Bull:

“Kadan, You won’t believe what I did today. I got a guy to flip! Twice! So yes, all is well. Except for all the demons. And this whole thing in which I’m far away from the love of my life. Really keeps me up at night. Anyway, you hearing these rumors of a dragon on the loose? Yeah! The boys and I are on its trail. Last I heard, it was flying toward the Frostback Mountains. Can you join us? I hope you’re not uh… all tied up. Don’t worry, I’m fairly certain it’s not a Ben-Hassrath trap. And if it is, you know I’m prepared. Ataash varin kata! I love you, Kadan. See you soon. The Iron Bull.”

Tali:

“By the way, I left something for you up in your cabin. Go have a look.” - Tali’Zorah  --- “Dear Shepard,   As you may remember, I presented this picture frame to you as a gift on the Normandy. It was my way of expressing my admiration for you and our bond as comrades-in-arms. On the back of the metal frame, I've emblazoned a promise that will never fade - 'Shepard, wherever you go, I'm with you.'  I know it's not much, but...this is what I look like under the mask. I'm sorry if it's not what you were expecting. I know Quarian faces can be a bit...different. Every time you look at my picture, I hope you will be reminded of our adventures on the Normandy, from our battles against the Reapers to our intimate conversations in the privacy of our quarters.    I am not one to express my emotions openly, but thank you for being my friend, my confidante, and my inspiration. I look forward to many more adventures together.  Keelah se’lai,   Tali’Zorah”

Another letter from Tali:

"Whatever the galaxy throws at us, I'll be at your side. - Tali" --- "Shepard It's been a while since I last struggled to sleep. You must be dreaming of falling through a fish tank or starring in a hanar vid? I can hear you muttering about jellyfish. It's funny. I've spent my whole life hoping for the future, but these days nothing scares me more. Keelah, why can't we stop time? Even for just a little bit? No war, no Reapers, nobody counting on us. Just you and me, as free as the dust in the solar wind. When this is all over, will you settle down on Rannoch with me? I love you. - Tali"

Bonus:

Shepard's N7 acceptance letter, from Anderson:

“N7 Congratulations on your graduation From Captain David Anderson Shepard, When I graduated from the N7 program I had the honor of meeting Admiral Grissom, the man who inspired me to pursue a career in the service, and I never thought I’d feel prouder in my life. I was mistaken. Don’t get me wrong, it was a big day. An important day. But there’s something about welcoming driven young people like yourself into the ranks that’s also pretty damn satisfying. Your distinguished service record may have gotten you into this program - but it was your courage, integrity, and tenacity that’s enabled you to join an elite few. You represent the best of humanity, and I feel certain you’ll make the galaxy a better place. And I’m not the only one who feels this way. Becoming an N7 means the entire Systems Alliance is telling you one thing - we believe in you. Let me end by saying this. Welcome to the team Shepard. We know you won’t let us down. David Anderson Systems Alliance Interplanetary Combatives Academy N7 N7 Acceptance Letter”

[i-dared-myself]

Relationship Headcanons

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: I don't have anything specific in mind, so you could do anything, really. General headcanons, how they catch feelings for reader (as I'm 4 years younger than all of them, I like to imagine that they would slowly catch feelings, after the reader was of age, obviously), how they confess, established relationship headcanons, fluff, hurt/comfort, even smut - I'd love to see it all!  Absolutely no pressure, though. I know you have other requests and probably other ideas to write, so, since this isn't a request and more of a brainrot, you don't have to rush to write anything for me!! Thanks for reading, I hope you have a very good day/night!

I have some THOUGHTS. Fair warning, this post just might be 2k words of me putting all of those thoughts into actual words. Might not make any sense to anyone except me.

•After about two years of you being friends with them, they realize they have feelings for you. It’s stupid, since they come to the realization when you smile at them.

•You simply smile, and about half of them swoon, while the other half are better at keeping their composure. As soon as you exit the room, they all panic and face each other to talk it about.

•Hyunjin is frantic and clawing at his hair, because what the FUCK. You’re annoying! You have terrible taste in books with those smutty novels, and why are you always tripping on air?!? How do you manage? But like… He wants to be the one to catch you when you stumble.

•Felix kinda knew for a while. He always got butterflies when your hands accidentally brushed. But knowing that the others liked you too? Especially when he liked them as well? It really was what did him in.

•Jisung is a nervous wreck. He’s so worried that you’ll catch on that it makes it very obvious. He thinks you know, so he’s trying to act like he doesn’t know that you know, but what if that means that you know he knows that you know? And what if-

•Chan is oblivious. He doesn’t even understand what the group is talking about until someone asks him if he’s okay with a poly relationship. Then it all clicks, and damn, he likes you. And he likes them?!?

•Minho had been waiting for a while. He knew that the others liked you, and he didn’t really understand why. Then he got sick and you checked in on him by text every hour or so, and he found himself waiting for your message with a stupid smile on his face.

•Jeongin knew when he first met you that you were perfect. Your smile makes him weak in the knees and your laugh makes his heart flutter (it’s not a heart condition, he’s checked).

•Seungmin also didn’t like you at first. The others gave you so much attention when you weren’t anything special. You couldn’t sing as well as him, nor could you dance at his level. He spent months figuring out what was unique about you, only for you to surprise him with his favourite snack for no reason. Just to make him happy?

•Changbin gets all giggly when you talk to him. He can’t help it. He just hopes he’s subtle (he’s not) and spends as much time with you as he can, just because it makes him happy.

•You like them, but don’t ever expect the feelings to be returned.

•You’re sitting on the couch, minding your own business one day, when Seungmin stretches out next to you. You ignore him and keep your attention on your phone, fighting down the butterflies in your stomach when his thigh brushed against yours.

•“Practise done for the day?” You try your best to keep your voice steady, especially when his throat flexes as he listens.

•He grins, and those damn butterflies are fluttering around inside you with a vengeance. “All done. Do you wanna come eat with us?”

•You accept eagerly. The group goes to a small restaurant and shares a single table. It’s cramped and you’re constantly getting elbowed in the ribs, but you love it.

•Everyone serves each other, telling stories of their day. Hyunjin suddenly leans over and swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, making your breath hitch.

•“You had something there,” he says simply, returning to his food. One side of his lips quirk up and he raises an eyebrow. “What’s with the face?”

•You huff and pick up your utensils again, shaking your head. “Nothing.”

•And Chan insists on paying, going so far as to pin you to his chest with one arm, using the other to tap his card. He whispers into your ear, “Nice try.”

•You stumble away, smacking his arm. You hope it isn’t obvious how flustered you are.

•And they bring you back to the dorms with them for a movie night. There isn’t enough room in the van, since someone came separately in an Uber.

•You’re placed into Felix’s lap, whose hands come to your waist to keep you steady. When the car bumps, he pulls you flush to him, arms tight around your torso.

•A movie is carefully selected after about twenty minutes of arguing. Everyone settles into their spots and you curl into a blanket.

•Jeongin whines about how he’s cold, so you invite him under with you. He dives into the blankets and pulls them up to chin-level.

•Changbin gives you some of his popcorn, although he insists on feeding it to you. He says it’s so you don’t have to take your hands out from the blankets.

•Eventually you get tired, and fall asleep with your head on Jisung’s shoulder. His entire face turns red, but you’re asleep and don’t catch it.

•But the others do.

•Minho sighs and is the first to speak. “Let’s just get it over with. We all know Jisung will give it away.”

•Jisung splutters in outrage, but the others all mutter agreements. This is it. They’re finally going to do it.

•So when you blearily blink yourself awake, they’re all staring at you. You scream and scramble away, because what if they’re trying to kill you?!?

•Chan steps forward, clearing his throat. “We like you. In a uh- In a romantic way.”

•You just stare at him for a moment before slowly nodding. “Right. Okay.”

•They sigh, realizing you don’t believe them. They then spend the next entire five minutes convincing you that they actually like you.

•When you return the confession, they all breathe out a sigh of relief.

•Minho isn’t obvious about his feelings while inside the relationship. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. It just means he’s not in your face about it. He shows affection through actions rather than words.

•He slips your favourite candy bar into your lunch kit before you go off to work. He lets you do his makeup, even though he barely tolerates the staff touching his face.

•Changbin is all about physical touch. He’s constantly giving you hugs. Sometimes he’ll sneak up behind you and throw you over his shoulder, only letting you go if you promise to give him a kiss.

•Or sometimes he’ll take someone else hostage, ransoming them off for an extra long cuddle session, or for you to sit on his lap while he works.

•Jisung is the needy boyfriend. We all know it. He’s affectionate and clingy, and oh-so-sweet. He’s always following after you or texting you at random times to get your opinion on a new shade of nail polish.

•Then he listens to your day as he paints your nails, humming along and gasping at the appropriate times.

•Felix sends you random pictures of himself. It’ll be him making a funny face, or a heart with his hands, or sometimes a mirror reflection with his sweatpants pulled down slightly while he’s not wearing a shirt.

•And whenever you send a silly face back, he saves it to his camera roll. He has a whole album dedicated to you.

•Seungmin adores being told how much you care about him. Sometimes the media overlooks him (a crime) and whenever you tell him how much he means to you, it melts his heart.

•Like if you turn to him on a random Tuesday and say that you love him, he’ll come close to crying. This man is in love with being loved.

•Hyunjin paints you. He’ll have you pose for him and will spend hours painting you. (You get tired of sitting there after about two minutes so he has a picture of you in the position he wants)

•He’s so shy about his work, but once everyone tells him how much he loves it, he hangs it on the walls. There’s a whole section of the house dedicated to his paintings.

•Jeongin is constantly asking if you would love him if he was a worm. Constantly. No matter how many times you answer, he will always pout and ask it again some other time.

•He’s always doing those relationship trends with you, whether it be over text or in person. He’ll even have the others film your reactions.

•Chan, after a long day of work, will come to you and just collapse into your lap. He’ll place his head in your lap and groan about how much work it is having seven kids.

•You’ll play with his hair, and once he rants for about three minutes, he’ll get all sheepish about talking about himself. So then you have to convince him that you love hearing him talk, no matter what it’s about.

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NSFW headcanons now, people. Look at the 18+ symbol.

Or like, if this isn’t your cup of tea, you’re welcome to leave. I won’t hold it against you. :D

•Jisung will honestly just tease you until you do something about it. He knows he’s a brat and he’s proud of it.

•The only way to deal with it is to overstimulate him. He’ll beg you to do it, even.

•He’s open to the idea of having sex with the others there, whether they watch or join in. But no one from outside the group. He only trusts the other members with you.

•He loooves edging. He especially likes it with a vibrator. On him or you, it doesn’t matter.

•Chan has the biggest breeding kink known to man. He enjoys filling you up until it’s leaking out of you, only for him to push it back in.

•The idea of putting his child into you, and having you waddle around makes him hard. Just the mental image of you swollen with his child, evidence of how you were his and he managed to do that.

•He also just enjoys missionary. He likes being able to see your pretty face as you cum. He coos soft words to you as you orgasm.

•Jeongin adores it when you take his cock into your mouth. He squirms around when it hits your throat, and it’s so warm and wet and just-

•He likes it a lot. He also likes role playing. He was terrible at the start, but he quickly warmed up to it.

•His particular favourites are when you just surprise him with it. They make him gasp in surprise before he throws himself into it.

•Minho is such a sadist. He likes slapping your face. He loves spanking you. He wants to make you cry.

•But he’s such a sweetheart at the same time. He loves praising you when you take all of his dick, calling you his good little darling.

•And sometimes, if you’re good, he’ll let you ride him. You thank him for it, and then he has you do all the work. He laughs as you beg him for something more before flipping you over and actually fucking you.

•Changbin likes manhandling you. He likes being able to throw you across the bed before forcing your thighs open.

•Likes it when you warm his cock. He has you sit there as he works, scolding you every time you try to grind down on him.

•He really enjoys it when he can keep you in place on his cock. No matter how much you to try wiggle to get friction, he keeps you stationary. “Nice try, though,” he’ll always tell you.

•Hyunjin likes degrading you maybe just a little bit. Have you seen how he’s always looking at people in disgust? He’ll call you pathetic with zeros regrets.

•Enjoys coming up with random ‘rules’ just so he can punish you for it. They usually entail him tying you to a chair and touching himself, making you watch.

•But the moment you have enough, he’s the perfect sub (if you ignore the back-talk).

•Seungmin is a switch. When he subs, he’s such a brat. He’s sassy and refuses to do a thing you tell him. When he’s a dom he’s a brat tamer.

•He doesn’t care if it’s ironic. He’ll fuck you stupid if you mention anything about it.

•He loves dumbification. Either way. It just makes him brain short-circuit and his dick throb.

•Felix likes it from the back. Taking you from behind is his absolute favourite. Bends you over the counter and has his way with you.

•But so soft. King of aftercare. Gets you anything you could possibly ask for.

•Will buy you fancy heels just so he can fuck you in them. Dresses you up. He takes you shopping and spoils you senseless to make up for what he’ll do to you later.

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[jayktoralldaylong]

Alright, there's something I'd like to talk about, and let's come at it with an open mind. When Season one of Arcane ended I was 99% sure that Mel was not going to make it to this season. I was praying for every kind of miracle that could happen just to keep that beautiful goddess on screen but she was the first line of contact for that bomb.

Now that everything has been revealed, I want to talk about that bomb.

Ironically, Season two episode one starts with the exact same shine of gold that ended season one.

See, season one:

Season two:

And when the smoke clears we can see her leaning really close to Jayce, like she got blasted towards him.

Now, looking at the seat arrangements from Season one, I can actually see it a lot better now that I'm taking a second look. We can see that she is standing directly in the line of fire, Jayce is standing to her left and Viktor is sitting in his chair, Jayce's chair. Just about everyone sitting by her right died, Salo is sitting furthest away from the blast, opposite her. He probably saw it just a few seconds before she did.

And when she wakes up, all groggy and out of focus, her hands are on his shoulder. They been there, she did not just put them there, she already had her hands on him. Protecting him.

But what I really want to pay attention to, is the look on Mel's face when she and Jayce take in the damage.

The entire place burned down. Realistically, not a single person should have survived that, especially not unharmed.

Then the damage starts sinking in (Don't look at Jayce, look at Mel):

Look at Mel, as they look around the room of injured Councillors.

Jayce is panicking, full on panicking, he's had his nerves rattled, he's never seen anything like this (unlike Mel who, if the audience remembers, grew up in Noxus). And the sweetest thing is how she follows him around, trying to comfort him, while he's trying to shake Cassandra awake.

And she stays right there by his side, until her mother pulls her away (foreshadowing about their duties pulling them apart perhaps?)

Now, imagine you were in the middle of a disaster, a terrible disaster, and you had the power to save every single person in that room, but you did not know this because no one ever bothered once telling you that you had powers. However, in that moment, you did indeed save one person, without knowing, without even thinking. Who did Mel save?

She saved Jayce. (The craziest thing about that.....is that.... Viktor was literally right beside him. He was right beside Jayce OMG 😭😭).

Watching this scene, I cannot imagine the amount of guilt that threatened to swallow Mel whole ever0y time she saw the aftermath of what happened and a small part of her brain would nag her that she could have prevented it, that she could have protected Jayce's friend.

So why Jayce? Why ONLY Jayce?

"Because she loves him."

Obvious answer, two plus two equals four, but this is Arcane we're talking about, there is more to this simple equation and it is plain to see in their reactions in the aftermath.

Jayce is devastated. He is new to war, he does not know shit about it, it scares him to see all the people that he respects flattened like they are nothing. The Piltover Council means something to Jayce.

To Mel, they are colleagues. They are.... people with names and faces and power. They are people she would help on a normal day, but at the first sign of danger she clung to one person.

Jayce was Viktor's first friend, and he was Mel's too. He was the first person to tell her that she was not crazy. The first person to strangely believe in her dreams, to pour out affection not out of arrogance but genuine care that he was not ashamed or even hesitant to show her. He fought for peace when she began to doubt. When she felt unstable, his naivete and pure heart steadied her.

Mel loved Jayce. Loved him so much that she did not freak out when he was tweaking cause of the Arcane. So much that she fought for him when he was getting outright dominated by his ex. 💀💀 And while it is not the space shattering world changing soul bonded union of javik, I think it is beautiful that Mek loved Jayce.

I think it's ironic that the brotherly love that people keep trying to achieve with Jayce and Viktor was represented so well with Jayce and Mel. I think it's iconic that a male and female character that banged on screen can go their separate ways without a dramatic breakup and without losing the entirety of their care for one another (cause some of it was definitely damaged after their individual trauma).

What I'm trying to say is that Mel loved Jayce. The love was there. Call it romantic or platonic or whatever but she cared about him more than she cared about anyone in that room when that bomb went off.

And it just twists something in my heart....that Jayce was so loved by the two people that meant so much to him. That he gave all of his heart out and they gave everything back because of how selfless his love was. Everyone says Viktor and Mel are out of Jayce's league but they both keep putting him first. (⁠T⁠T⁠) They just cannot resist that all encompassing love of his. It saved Viktor, and it saved Mel who finally found her truth, and lost him to find it.