#and that's just the reality of the situation

[the-ladyrae]

I recently met a girl on Bumble, and I'm mad as hell about it because she lives less than half a mile away from me.

(Which I'm aware is like the opposite of a problem. RIP literally every other lesbian dealing with long distance. It is a privilege for me to be able to take a leisurely stroll to my gf's place [and there's a grocery store at the half way point of the walk so I can stop in and buy her flowers and snacks] and be there in no more than 15 minutes)

Anyway, I'm mad about it because I also loudly decry the effects dating apps have on human courting rituals. The comodification of intimacy to the degree of when people think of meeting someone now a days we don't think of going out to a bar, or dancing, or complimenting an interesting stranger in public. In most cases, we've actually begun to shun these things! The evolution of this in my mind began with the statement of "Women don't want to be approached in public." And for the most part, that holds true. We don't want to be bothered at work, where we have to be nice to you or risk getting fired. Or when we're out doing errands, grocery shopping, laundrymatt, whatever she's just trying to get some stuff done, leave her alone. Or at the gym, where the mindset is not really aligned with that activity. Or at the bar, we came together we leave together and keep an eye out someone might try to put something in your drink.

OK, wait, but back-up, I thought it was acceptable to approach women in social situations?

Well, it was, but doesn't that sound scary? You don't know that person that just came up to you and asked for your number. What if they're a serial killer, unlikely but wouldn't you rather have the opportunity to look into that first? Check their references so to speak.

I mean sure that sounds like a good thing, but how is this safer? I'm essentially doing what my parents told me not to my entire childhood, and meeting up with strangers from the internet.

Sure sure, sure, but this is different! We're providing a safe space where everyone is up front about who they are and their intentions! You can find exactly what you're looking for with all our magical filters (some might cost you a bit, but don't think about that yet). And then here's the kicker you can talk to them before you meet up in our messaging function, take an appropriate amount of time to learn everything you can and decide if this person is trustworthy enough to meet in person. That sounds nice doesn't it?

I guess I do like the idea of having a designated space where I know it's acceptable to approach an individual! And I mean how hard can it be to navigate one app?

Oh sorry I forgot to mention this part. It's not just one app there are like half a dozen major players that everyone kinda cycles through so you'll have to have all of them to play the field and increase the odds of you finding your one. And also because of the nature of us now giving you a haystack of options when you're looking for a needle you'll have to weed out like a dozen people at a time reality TV harem dating show style, while they do the same to you.

That doesn't exactly sound like a better system... But it clearly is, because of this system I met someone, didn't I? Well yes, but she lives half a mile away in the same neighborhood. We shop at the same grocery store, go to the same bars, have similar interests in general, and are both reasonably visibly distinct from a crowd (she's got bright pink hair, I'm a 6'1" femme who can't dress casual to save her life)

And we've both lived in this area for months without even noticing each other even though we're exactly each other's type. I don't know if any of that really made sense, but I think the point is that the dating apps are only fixing barriers to connection that they created. They are only solving problems they created, and we're paying them for it.

tumblr please stop showing me dating apps ads. i'll meet girls the old way; never

[daisys-reality]

PAC: Is your DR S/O possessive? How does it show? ♡ ๑

general tarot reading disclaimers apply here. dividers were made by me, the boy drawings are from pinterest but edited by me. this is a reality shifting themed tarot reading and requested anonimously. for more tarot readings, check out my masterlist. now, think about your DR s/o, choose a cutie from above and read your pile below :)

[from pile one yuuji to pile five bakugo]

cutie one ♧

No. I think your connections is based on a strong friendship, some of you might even be childhood friends. There are already lots of memories made together, a strong bond, deep trust and a certain sense of innocence. I think being possessive over your partner (for your s/o) is a sign of mistrust, of fear of betrayal or of deep wounds that haven't been healed yet. I think only when they would reach rock bottom, in moments where they start fearing you leaving them, certain possessive traits would start showing but they wouldn't be proud of themself for it. If they start feeling possessive, you wouldn't even know, they'd be lowkey and subtle, doing or arranging things without you knowing or when you're not present to avoid situations that trigger them.

cutie two ◇

Yes. Mhm... lots of insecurities and worries here... I think they fear losing what is precious to them and this is not an unfounded worry. Your s/o might have gone through really harsh times, times where they really ended up losing something that had a high value to them. It crushed them and they struggle with feeling really at peace and with acknowledging that you'll stay by their side... their possessive side might immediately show when you're out in a get-together/a gathering or a party - or maybe as soon as a third party is present or involved - no matter who or what it is. the intensity might differ a little for some of you guys' s/os though. They might even be quick to offer you commitment (ex. rush into moving in together, marrying etc - but they are serious about it!) just to get this feeling of security. They are not shy to show who you belong to in front of others and they are the type to spoil you rotten, give you all of their attention and to overindulge in you (they don't wanna leave you even for a second- and this might even surprise you because I feel like they try to play it cool in front of you but in their head there is CHAOS lol). I can also see them putting you on a pedestal, and writing cute little messages or letters and being really tender with you. "I'd die for you" - they're dramatic AF 😂

cutie three ♤

Yes. First of all, you're DR s/o is very very passionate (18+) about you, they desire you so badly AND they can sometimes be quite a bit dominant. They like having control and you are something they would like to have all to themself. However, they have manners and they try to keep themself in check. they might be the type to like to be informed about what you do, when and with who, plan things for you, solve all your problems or/and provide financially for you, so you don't have to lift a finger. I feel like most of you might enjoy this "someone taking control in the relationship" but for others it might be something you're not really used to (yet) …maybe because of trust issues on your end? To them, you're such a temptation, they are emotionally really attached to you - like they've never been before and it makes them unusually sensitive. They might have some emotional immature moments with you just because they can't get enough of you and it feels like they are not so experienced with "love" and dating in general. their desire and their possessiveness sometimes get to their head, clouding their mind. but they're always working hard to get your approval "please, let me take care of you" and treasure everything about you (they'd even frame your doodles lol). while dealing with others, they might come off very arrogant - trying to scare any unwanted third party away. they are only nice to you ♡

cutie four ♧

No. I don't think your DR s/o is the possessive type. He seems to be quite independent and having his own space and type is quite important to them, so they also respect their partner's space and time that they need for themself. "You don't need my approval, you know?" Also, they don't hide their feelings and are very honest and open. They are also not fooled easily and hate childish mind games. They'd appreciate it, if you were honest about your feelings too and just tell them if something bothers you. Even though they don't hide their feelings, they're not the most emotionally intropective person - they might sometimes not understand what they're feeling. If there is something bothering them which they logically can't understand why their feeling this way (ex. immature jealousy without a reason) they might end up just feeling depressed, anxious, lonely or even grumpy/angry. if you see them for example overworking themselves, forcibly distracting themself, struggling to fall asleep or constantly being tense/restless or mindlessly following you around like a puppy, then you'll know they're overthinking things and struggle with uncomfortable feelings they can't comprehend themselves - just confront them and talk things through! They love talking with you and sharing with you whatever you guys have on your mind with each other. one-on-one time with you is their favorite time :)

cutie five ◇

No. I think your DR s/o is the "aloof and distant guy" type of person - someone who introspective to the point of emotional withdrawal, often preoccupied with their own thoughts and feelings, a lone wolf. relationships are not really easy for them. they generally have trust issues with the world. their actions sometimes contradict with their thoughts/feelings. In relationships of any kind they often fear making the wrong choices, struggling with understanding other people and their intentions. They really try to trust you and your loyalty towards them but if they feel insecure or triggered by a third party, they might actually seek your comfort and closeness (cuddling?), wanting you to assure them to take of the emotional stress that their feeling. They lowkey might have an obsessive tendency but not really in the possessive way. Honestly, their feelings towards you feel really pure - they just want the best for you, prioritizing your happiness over their own. They want to become a better person for you - they feel a bit bad that they're not so good with expressive themself and that they're hard to understand sometimes but they feel deeply grateful that you still choose them regardless.

[baambied]

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼. . . .

𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 / 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑲𝑨

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔/𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔

cw nsfw blood gore manipulation death/killing headcannon with plot blood sucking/eating vulgar language drunk man bothers reader possessive!sevika hot makeout session finger sucking tension yearning

here....sevika is loosley inspired by 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕

vampire/rockstar!sevika ✗ human!femreader

m.list

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who had achieved immortality in the early 1700s, at the age of 34 in france . . . the person who made her happen to have the most ancient blood known to all vampires, that blood now in her making her stronger, faster, more advanced than any other vampire.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who . . even though being alive for 100s of years, moving from city to city, she still has that french accent laced in her voice, making her even more captivating to humans other than her appearance.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who slowly discovers how she is capable of more other than advanced strength and fast speed. . . learning how mortals were below her kind, learning how much power she had over the human mind. . if sevika wanted to, she could compel a whole group of humans and use them as mindless puppets.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who learned how to control her thirst around humans, which is something lots of vampires have a hard time doing, took her years to accomplish this.. but she can't lie. . she'd slip up sometimes .. draining the blood of tons of humans in her pastime.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who went on a killing rampage in the 1700s after she was turned, letting out any anger, disgust,disbelief she held against herself for her new life, draining almost any human in sight mainly targeting ones who evil, who have done evil things.

acting on impulse and personal desire for blood. In her early vampire nature, she saw these acts as a thrill, viewing it as a natural part of her existence of a vampire.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who doesn't have a coven and prefers to wander, moving from place to place, meeting new and different people, learning new languages.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who always had a passion for music, i mean, she watched how music drastically changed over time. . . how it became more improved. it fascinated her how something so beautiful could get even better...sure she loved the jazz era in the later 1900s, but she also loved the new era sounds too.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who learned how to play every instrument in the book during her 100 years of walking on this earth

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is now living in the 1990s. .a drummer in a popular rock band.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who loves the feeling of being on stage, the feeling of the stage lights beaming on her cold skin, hearing the cheers from the crowds - the women cheering, women who happens to have the hots for the buff, muscular, pretty looking drummer. . .screaming her name 'sevika! sevika!' like a prayer out of a bible. . . she needed this no - .. she yearned for this.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who sometimes invited women backstage to her dressing room - calling them her personal groupies , she'd get the talking, but she never paid attention to their words or how much they loved her when in reality sevika knew they just wanted her to fuck them - not that she minded.

but she'd mainly paid attention to the thumping in their chest, their veins pulsing underneath the soft skin...she used her words...manipulate them...almost like mind control, get them thinking this whole situation wasn't real, was just a figment of their imagination- maybe even a dream before piercing her sharp fangs into the side of their neck, letting the thick blood hit her throat.

she doesn't kill them, just drinks enough to satisfy her thirst, then stopping before their heart stops beating, the women would wake up in the comfort of their own homes the next day, light-headed with no memory of last night in their brain...just the throbbing sting on the side of their neck.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who nearly loses her self-restraint on stage just by smelling your sweet scent of blood in the crowd, her silver sharp eyes immediately finding your beaming doe brown ones in the crowd of people, her eyes almost staring through you, watching your veins pulse under your skin, watching the sweat roll down your neck, hearing your fast heart thumping in your chest as your adrenaline was high by the atmosphere of the concert...

if it weren't for you suddenly going to the bathroom, she would have drained you right there in the crowd in front of all these human eyes.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - accidently slips up and sucks a stage manager dry the same night, just so she can soothe the ache in her throat.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who thinks she doesn't have to see you anymore after the night - smell you anymore. . . . but oh boy, she was wrong.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is shocked when you end up being the groups new stylist, with hair and clothing.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who won't let you touch or dress her - or even fix her hair and clothes even though you're supposed to, and that's what you were hired to do. .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who ignores you for the first 4 weeks - staying away from you like you were the plague that could get her sick within seconds.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who finally gets used to your sickly sweet scent enough to actually let you fix her clothes and hair.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who notices how you just couldn't keep your eyes on her glistening chest that was shown due to a few of her buttons being undone on her shirt, you're eyes even widened at the imprint of nipple piercings from under her shirt where her breast were covered - to this sevika can't help but smirk at your wandering eyes.

at this moment, you were currently fixing sevika's belts that had gone loose. . . the belt wasn't meant to hold up her pants but was there for the style instead, silver chains hanging from them so anytime she moved your hear, her dark red button up that was once closed now opened showing the middle of her chest.

even though she was sweating, it didn't look like she was out of breath. . . you noticed this, but just thought she may have good cardio or something.

but. .you couldn't help but stare at her chest, your breath catching in your throat as you saw the imprint of what seemed to be piercings on her nipples, you couldn't help but wonder how they looked without being covered.

"see something you like? mon chèrie.." you felt as if your heart leaped out your chest at her voice, her deep voice - husky tone with a french accent laced in it, that itself had you captivated by her. . you've heard she was from france, yet you've never heard her talk. . . . and my god it was so attractive.

"i - i no. . . I'm fine.." you respond with a flustered look on your face, looking up you could feel your knees buckle seeing as she was staring at you, her sharp gray eyes gazing at you causing an almost chilling ambience that made you shiver.

sevika then looked away, a huge smirk on her face as if she had just heard something that she wasn't exactly supposed to, her teeth showing as she smiled, making you catch her long canine teeth.

"une créature tellement intéressante. . ." the immortal mumbled before walking away, you stood in the same spot, confusion drenched on your face as you didn't understand her sentence - yet it still left a strange warm feeling in your stomach, a feeling that didn't feel quite comfortable, a feeling that felt good but dangerous to have at the same time.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who finds herself indulged in a conversation with you, and during this, you can't help but realize how intriguing this woman is. . .how her sentences seemed so perfect, almost as if they were rehearsed, how she tends to speak as if she is from a different timeline, anytime she'd say something in french it caused a spark in you. . . she was perfect. . .so perfect in your eyes. . so deniably perfect.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - sevika, who slowly grows more comfortable around you, yet still has to ignore the urge to sank her fangs down in your neck.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who starts to feel emotions in her vampire form that hasn't been felt since she was human, it makes her grimace in distaste at the thought, the thought of being with you. . . ruining you. . . people would call her the walking devil on earth, using human blood to quench her thirst, not being able to go outside due to sunlight. .

the night holding all her secrets , shame, and guilt . . . and loneliness and the certain bloodlust urges that couldn't been seen when the night grew into a bright daylight. she was a monster. she did monstrous things. . .she couldn't be with you, someone who was way too good for this planet, to kind for their own good. she couldn't ruin that....couldn't ruin you.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who just can not keep her feelings in check, so she starts ignoring you once more like she did when you first started working, like you were the plague of the next century.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is walking home from a pub one night, darkness surrounding the night sky, only thing heard was the steps of her shoes hitting the pavement , when suddenly her ears caught the sound of yelling nearby. . . coming from an alleyway, she slowly walks to the ally, her silver eyes looking at the scene displayed in front of her , not supirsed when she finds a drunken man bothering a women she couldn't see the face of , a sight she has seen countless of times throughout her years, she could smell the bourbon seeping through the man's skin causing her to cringe, it was truly disgusting.

she rolled up her sleeves of her white button up and walked closer, the man not yet noticing her presence...before sevika could act, she caught a whiff of a very familiar scent. . a sweet so fucking alluring scent.

once sevika realized that the woman infront for her, is, in fact, you, for some unknown reason, this sends her into a frenzy - something about seeing you useless against your will by a drunken - disgusting pig of a man made her so damn furious.

it was like she suddenly snapped . . edged with anger, those human feelings that she had buried weeks ago creeping back into her head.

within seconds, she was like the wind behind the man roughly grabbing the back of his suit and pulling him away from you and in a flash the man's body was hitting the other side of the ally wall, bricks even breaking from the building at sevika's supernatural strength.

next thing she knows, her fangs are piercing the man's throat, the feeling of an intoxicated blood entering her system. She was repulsed by his taste, yet still so sickened by his actions.

she could hear your whimpering escaping your lips, staggered breathing as you tried to regain control over it, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, eyes widened in terror at the sight of sevika's - the woman you once viewed as flawless and the epitome of perfect was now infront of you sucking the life out of the man who followed you from a bar nearby against your will.

you didn't know whether if you were paralyzed with fear. . .or shock. . .

driven by sheer terror , not knowing what might happen next - acting out on pure fear you found yourself running down the ally way, the muscles in your calves already tired from your paralyzed stance from before, you ran and didn't look back.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who expected to see you on the news the next day explaining how you saw "the devil itself drinking the blood and eating the flesh of a human" last night. . . but surprisingly, there was nothing of that sort. Instead, the man sevika drained dry and bought to the woods was found and told to die in a freak accident with some sort of wild animal. .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who realizes you don't show up to work for 3 days straight , her silver eyes attempted to find yours like before in the crowd of mortals each time she performed those nights. . failing each time.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who wouldn't be surprised if you fled town to escape her unnatural acts. . but boy, was she surprised to see you standing in her dressing room after a show, sevika acting adrenaline and impulse she immediately told the woman she had brought with her to go away .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who acts surprised when you confront her about what happened in that ally , you're absolutely baffled by her words. . . her pure lies of her twisting the narrative of the truth to fit her lie. . . she was lying through her teeth to you.

"please - i feel like my mind is spinning out of control i- i don't . . . know what i saw i-"

"you're right, you don't know what you saw. . . you're confused ma mie. ." sevika's voice spoke out lowly, a smooth whisper with something lingering behind it.

"b-but. . . you. .i saw you. ." you stumbled over your words, bottom lip shaking as you thought about the terrifying acts you saw that night, you weren't crazy. . . you know what you saw.

"shh shh shh. . ." sevika put a hand to her lips, mimicking a quiet action with her pointer finger that was covered in two chunky silver rings. . "mon amour please. . . you had drank alot among that night, my eyes caught you in an ally way grappling with a drunkard . . . i got him off you - saving you, that is all you need to remember." her deceptive demeanor hid her true intentions, the constant contradiction she put on you was overwhelming.

"no. . .the blood dripping down your chin, the - the look in your eyes. . the sounds" your sentence coming out in a broken whisper "you killed that man by - sucking his blood. . .I'm not crazy ... i was doubting everything - my own memories, but i know what i saw."

you were looking down, meaning you missed sevika's gaze darken at your words. . her eyes fiercely staring at you, burning through you like lava, piercing through your soul.

she had an alluring and almost hypnotic gaze.

"are you afraid." Were the only words spoken out by sevika, her sentence coming out like a demand for you to answer other than an actual question.

but. . .

were you?

as crazy it sounds, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders at her words. . . these three days you spent in your home, petrified, thinking what you saw was a figment of your own imagination, thinking you were going mad, thoughts racing so fast against eachother you couldn't even keep up.

the dressing room was filled with a heavy suffocating silence, almost eerie.

but also the tension between you and the immortal was growing thick, probably more thick than the silence around you. . .sevika leaned closer to you, her broad and buff figure towering over your shorter figure, you still hadn't looked up at her . . your height making your eyes only reach her chest, this only made sevika lean lower , her body moving forward causing you to slowly step back. . . . this process stopped when your back hit the wall of her dressing room.

she could hear your lips shakily pressing into a line, roughly gulping . . and she could practically feel the nervousness seeping out of your pours , almost as if your emotions were intact with one another, she could feel everything you were feeling in this moment.

this was new for her...

having someone else's emotions connect within her own. . .

you were unable to form a single sentence, the tension felt so thick it suffocated you like blanket, leaving you hot and sweaty.

if sevika had the pleasure of breathing again, her breath would definitely be caught in her throat when she finally saw you look up at her, she's seen many eyes before, many expressive ones filled with different colors. . but your beautiful big brown eyes catch her off guard, again something that does not happen to her often. . . she was almost bewildered at this feeling.

sevika head slowly leaned closer to you, gently resting her forehead on yours as he clenched her eyes tightly - she had never been this close to you before so the the sweet scent of your blood flowed in her nose more easily. . . the smell nearly making her go feral. .

you slightly gasped when you felt her drag her head in the crook of your neck, for second you think you hear a low animalistic guttural growl escape her throat, her nose sniffing you as if you were some sort of food for her dinner. . .

her hands reaching beside you on the wall, she was almost shaking. . . you were in such a vulnerable position, she could sink her teeth into your skin if she desired to. . . just thinking about that made her hands clench, which they did, into the hard - blue painted wall causing a loud crushing noise to enter your ears.

"i can still smell him on you. . .his vulgar stench" sevika growled , her voice was deeper, smooth, and almost seductive, making you close your eyes, parting your mouth, letting out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding in..

"do you know what i am. . ."

all of the nervousness , fear that was once in your body, was now replaced with the sudden urge of desire for this women infront of you - this immortal, you knew what she was you've heard of the myths, legends of blood drinking demons that preyed among humans. . .

yet you weren't scared of her, if she wanted to hurt you - even kill you . . she would have by now.

"Do i not scare you, mon chèrie. . ."

"no. ." your words came out with no hesitation, you didn't even think before you replied.."you saved me. .that night. . ."

sevika grunted at your words, her eyes still clenched closed, she could feel the heat radiating off your body coming onto her's, she pulled her head from your neck, looking into you eyes once more.

sevika looked as though she was drunk off your scent, her lidded gray eyes staring at you as her lips pursed together, staring at you like she was trying to read through you. .

you two stayed like this for what it seemed like minutes, hours even? maybe. . . the hot tension piercing the air between you two waiting to be broken, waiting to be sliced.

and it soon was, before you knew it, the immortals lips smashed roughly into your soft ones. . .

the kiss was hot and rough, but you took it , accepted it - you've been wanting this. . . needing this ever since the day both your eyes connected when she was on stage. . .both your mouths moving with urgency against eachother, as if you both would disappear in any moment.

your hands growing confident as they now moved around sevika's muscular back. . .

the kiss became messier and slippery more uncoordinated, sevika grunted like an angry animal against your mouth, the crunching of the wall could be heard once more, taking her frustrations out on it - knowing that if she were to place her hands on her body she could possibly hurt you with her unnatural strength.

"move to the dresser. ." sevika's husky tone was undeniably alluring, almost like a captivating melody for your ears, she removes her hands from the wall, watching as you slowly walked to the dresser nearby, legs visibly shaking with each step, sevika smirked at the sight of this slowly following behind you. . her tounge swiping up against her pointy fang as her silver eyes watched your movement.

once you reached the dresser, you turned around, leaning your lower back on it slightly flinching when sevika was already in front of you, with a cocky smirk on her lips.

"tu es l'un des humains les plus intéressants que j'aie jamais vu pendant mes cent ans. ."

you frown once more as sevika's cold hand raises up to your jaw, softly caressing you. . your'e warm heat from your skin collaborating with her icy cold ones. . such an unfamiliar feeling to you..

"sevika. . i don't understand your words. ." you respond to her..softly.

"You don't need to understand, mon cœur. ." she replies, her voice was like velvet, smooth, husky and rich with a lingering whisper that sent chills through your body.

her finger once on your jaw, moving higher. .to your cheek. . her thumb than meeting your moist, swollen lips. . . sevika gaze eyed your mouth as she pushed in her thumb, seeing you accept it with no hesitation, her thumb in your warm , wet mouth pressing down gently as possible on your tongue.

you lean into her touch, letting her do whatever she pleases with you.

whatever she desired. .

her thumb swirling around your tongue, she almost looked entranced by this, captivated by you - even more when she could hear the small sounds that escaped your throat when you yourself weren't even aware of them. .

she slipped her thumb out your warm mouth, smiling slightly at the string of saliva that came with it, she than stuck the thumb inside her mouth, sucking it off before releasing it with a loud pop.

you flustered by the sudden action, looking down avoiding the eye contact she always gave you.

sevika leaning in to you, her hands resting on the sides of the dresser. .she moved her head on yours, trying to catch your flustered gaze, when she did your lips slowly connecting again. . instead of thie kiss starting off rough and sloppy like the first one, this one started sensual, slow as if sevika was now taking her time.

her tongue brushing against your bottom lips before she entered it inside your mouth, both your tongues entangling - fighting for dominance that sevika clearly won within seconds. . even though the kiss was softer it was still messy, you could feel you saliva running down you chin as you leaned into her more, nor knowing this movement caused your tongue to brush up against her sharp fangs, causing a small cut on your pink muscle. . . you didn't notice, but when that taste entered sevika's mouth her eyes went wide.

immediately breaking the heated kiss, she stood for a moment - finally tasting your blood. . . sweet. . it was so fucking sweet.

she swallowed roughly with scowl on her face, closing her eyes in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts of draining your pulsing body right here on her dresser.

"sevika. . did - did i do something wrong?" You ask embarrassed, fumbling over your words unsure what to do next as the woman suddenly just pulled away from you, you're body flinched at the crushing of wood beside you - sevika and squeezed the dresser so hard, the place where she rested her hands now crushed into pieces.

whe you go to look back uo at her - she's already out the door. . . in a swish moment, like the wind she slammed the door open and she was gone.

leaving you in her dressing room, on her dresser, with swollen lips she caused and with confusion engulfing your body as you also felt a tingling between your legs. .

[wcnderlnds]

fool of tears | choi su-bong (thanos)

・❥・summary: meeting your childhood best friend again was never in the cards but fortunately for you, he's still there in your time of need. ・❥・word count: 2k ・❥・warnings: mentions of drugs, blood and usual squid game things. swearing. reader has a panic attack. female reader. ・❥・authors note: nabi means butterfly in korean! i thought it'd be cute ok thank you <3

There had been something off about this place from the get go. It was a feeling, something deep inside that didn’t sit right the second you had woken up in a bunk in completely different clothes. That was the first sign that something was wrong. The guards had done nothing to explain. In fact, if anything, they had avoided directly answering the questions asked among the crowd of hundreds of people. There had been so many questions floating through your mind but you’d stayed quiet. Never one to speak in front of so many people, you kept to yourself. The mere thought of voicing your concerns to anyone you didn’t know made the anxiety bubble up inside you. It was better to keep it to yourself. Whatever was happening here, you would get through it on your own. There was no other way. It wasn’t like you knew anyone here anyway. 

As you stepped out through the doors, you felt the wind hit your face causing you to look up. The roof had parted, the blue sky above visible. At least it wasn’t raining. That would be just another damper on an awful day. You tugged down the sleeves of your tracksuit jacket, clutching at the ends to give yourself sweater paws. Being here surrounded by so many people was so far out of your comfort zone. You were an introvert, someone who much preferred to stay at home and be alone. It was your biggest flaw. Social situations made you nervous, you often found yourself unable to speak. It all came down to the fact you were shy and painfully so. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk to people, just the mere thought of it made you clam up. What if you embarrassed yourself? What if everyone secretly hates you? That wasn’t something you could handle so keeping to yourself had been your remedy for as long as you could remember.

Feet scuffed the sand under your feet, the stone crunching underneath the sole of your shoes as your eyes landed on a big robotic doll. Huh, that was weird. Hugging your arms around your body, you stood there but suddenly your eyes started ringing when you heard a voice that you hadn’t heard in years.

“No fuckin’ way,” Su-bong explained, coming to a halt at your side. His head was tilted as he examined you, his brows scrunched up to make sure he wasn’t mistaking you for someone else.

It felt like your heart had dropped into the pit of your stomach. Oh, great. Su-bong was the last person you ever wanted to talk to. It took all of your willpower to ignore him, pretend like he wasn’t standing directly next to you, eyeing you up like you were a whole new entity to him when in reality you had been the only true friend he’d ever had.

“Hey,” he waved his hand in front of your face to get a reaction, pouting when you didn’t even blink. Were you really still mad at him? Or maybe you didn’t recognise him. “Senorita, it’s me. Thanos. You know, your best friend from waaaay back when we were kids. I know, I look a little different but…”

Before he could carry on with his rambling, you cut him off, still refusing to look at him. “No, my best friend was called Su-bong and was a really cool guy until he started rapping and got a whole new group of friends and left me for dirt.”

“Ah, so you are still mad!”

“Of course I am, Su-bong!” Finally, you turned to face him. He almost recoiled when he saw the thunderous look in your eyes but the way your fingers were pulling at the sleeves of your jacket he knew you were nervous. It was a habit you always had — a way of protecting yourself. “You’re an asshole and I want… no, I need you to leave me alone, okay? I don’t want anything to do with you, just like you didn’t want anything to do with me back then, got it?”

“Aw come on! If you’d just let me apologise, you wouldn’t be so mad. Pretty fucked up that you’re pissed after all these years. Thought you’d have got over it by now but you’re still as stubborn as ever. Always hated that about you,” he huffed, folding his arms across his chest as another playing began yelling.

“Leave me alone,” you hissed. Before he could open his stupid mouth again, you made a beeline to get closer to the man that was yelling so you could hear him better. Luckily, Thanos didn’t follow you.

As much as you would've liked someone to lean on, Su-bong was unfortunately not that person. Better than anyone you knew not to trust him. That trust had been burned a long time ago. Back when you were kids, the two of you had been as thick as thieves. It was like you were joined at the hip with the way you were always with each other. He had been your first and most important friend. The Su-bong you knew was sweet, he always looked out for you and made sure you knew how important you were. Being as shy and quiet as you were, it was often hard for you to break out and make friends of your own so Su-bong had always tried to include you in everything he did. Things had been so good until they weren’t. 

From the very first day you had met him, he had told you his desire to be a rapper so when he started getting into it and performing small shows at clubs once you got older, you were so happy for him. Each show you attended to cheer him on, he got better and better. The only thing that didn’t was his mental state and the friends he had surrounded himself with. You had first suspected something when he started getting snappy with you – something he never did. Patience had never been his strong suit but he had so much love in his heart for you that he tried his best. It started off small – arguments here and there until he completely started ditching you.

His new friends weren’t the sort of people many associated with so maybe you should’ve seen it coming but finding out he had become dependent on some colourful little pills had broken your heart. Su-bong’s home life had never been the best but he had always tried. His main goal in life was to make his mom proud. You had never expected him to take this route but he had and broke your heart in the process. It was him who cut all contact off slowly but surely. There was no use fighting it – he had a new life, he didn't need you. All you could do was carry on with your own life.

Now, here you were, in the same place as your old best friend who you hadn’t seen in two years. It was hard not to run to him, to tell him you forgave him but you couldn’t. If there was one thing you had, that was self respect and you would never give that up for any man.

—--

The gunshots still echoed through your ears no matter how many times you had covered them. It was like a never-ending record, one that you wished would stop. Your shaky palms sat in front of you, blood splattered across them and your jacket. One of the people in front of you had been shot causing you to get caught in the crossfire, their blood spraying all over you. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands. The need to scrub yourself clean for hours upon hours ate at you but you couldn’t move. Tears brimming at the corners of your eyes, your breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Oh no.

The tears flowed freely down your face as you tried to remember how to breathe. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage, beating faster than it ever had. The room was spinning, your eyes squeezing shut to try and stop the nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Hey, Nabi, look at me.” The familiar voice you knew so well came from in front of you. It was too hard to focus on what he was saying until you heard the nickname you hadn’t heard in years. “Going to need you to open your eyes for me.”

It was Su-bong’s gentle hand resting on top of yours, thumb running across your skin that made you finally open your eyes. The second you did you met his concerned brown ones. As your eyes scanned his face, the tears still flowing freely down yours, you noticed the specks of blood on his cheek. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room, like there was no oxygen left in the world as you tried to breathe.

“Nah, right here,” he titled your face so your eyes were focused on his. “Take a breath in and out. Can you do that for me? I’ll do it with you.” 

As he began to take a breath in, you tried to follow. It took a few more tries but finally your breathing started to even out. “That’s my girl.”

The pads of his thumb began to wipe away your tears, letting the silence surround you so you could have a moment to yourself to calm down. When you finally felt you could talk without blubbering, you said the words that had been on the tip of your tongue the second you’d seen Su-bong crouched in front of you. “What…what are you doing?”

“Saw you crashing out and couldn’t let you go down like that on your own. I know you think I don’t or didn’t give a shit about you but that’s never been true. You can hate my fuckin’ guts for all I care, Nabi but I won’t ever let you go through a panic attack by yourself,” he spoke with such sincerity that you almost started crying again. This was the Su-bong that you remembered.

“I don’t hate you,” you confessed, your voice sounding quieter than usual but the emotions behind it more than evident. “I was and still am hurt… and disappointed.”

He frowned, tearing his eyes away from you but you caught the vulnerability in them. The drugs must’ve worn off because when they did he was just as scared and anxious as you were. That had been one of the reasons you’d bonded as children. “Yeah, well…”

“Thanks. For helping.”

“No biggie.”

The silence settled between you once again, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. His hands were back by his sides, picking at a loose thread on the pants he was wearing. If this was back in the day, you would’ve thrown your arms around him in a hug but… no. Instead, you awkwardly wiped at your face with the sleeves of your sweater, uttering your next words almost under your breath. “I’m scared.”

“Me too. I’m fuckin’ scared shitless but I won’t let anything happen to you, you hear me? I don’t give a shit if you don’t believe me or trust me. There’s no way you’re dying in this place,” he looked at you with such fierce determination. His voice steady, a slight quiver when he said he was scared. It was nice to see him being so vulnerable; that had been something that had got lost once he started to change. “Gonna keep my eye on you, okay?”

A firm nod your way and he was back to his feet, heading back to his friend who had been glaring at you the whole time. There was no way you trusted Su-bong but there had been something in the way he spoke that made you realise he meant what he said. He would look out for you whether you liked it or not.

Maybe if you both got out of here, you’d be able to tell him how much you did appreciate it.

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[moonpjs]

[01:49 AM] 18+ mdni

pairing. idol!jisung x reader | cw. smut, oral (m receiving), male masturbation, filming/recording (ig? idk it’s there)

Thinking about you and your boyfriend, Jisung, recording a few videos for when he’s away on tour.

You’ve had the idea of doing something like this for a while. However, you’d always felt a bit hesitant to ask. So when you found out you and wouldn’t be together for a good few months, you thought it might be the perfect time to try it.

After suggesting it to him, he was a little unsure at the thought of having something so lewd just sitting in his camera roll. Getting paranoid of accidentally playing it on full volume in front of his members.

But you reassured Jisung, simply telling him to just be careful and that he’d definitely thank you later for bringing it up.

~

Jisung sat on his hotel bed, leant against the headboard with one hand wrapped around his leaking cock and the other holding his phone, watching one of the videos play out. The one of you kneeling between his legs, mouth full of him as you bobbed your head up and down, spit dripping down along his length.

Jisungs lips parted, letting out shaky breaths as he mimicked your movements with his hand, imagining it was your mouth instead, just like in the recording.

As his hand grasped a handful of your hair, Jisung guided you onto his length, pushing you all the way down to take him whole. You widened your mouth as you adjusted to his size, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat.

You moaned teasingly, creating a slight vibration around his length that made him groan behind the camera.

After holding you there for a couple seconds he pulled you back up causing you to gasp for air.

On the other side of the screen, Jisungs cheeks grew red, cringing at the sounds he was making in the video. But nevertheless, he was too focused on you. Your small moans, your eyes looking up at him, your lips that turned plump and flushed from working around his cock. He needed you there so badly.

His movements became unsteady and desperate as he felt himself reach closer to release, eyes focusing on how you took control again after he let go of your hair.

Jisung bit his lip, trying not to make too much noise. His eyes fluttered close. The slurping sounds you made was music to his ears.

“Fuck”

His head fell back against the headboard as his body shivered. Cum spurted from his cock, spilling along the side and over his hand. His breathing slowed with his rhythm as he came down from his high.

After Jisung opened his eyes, coming back to reality, he noticed the video had ended. He closed the it and stared aimlessly at his home screen. That is until he remembered why he was in this situation in the first place. He needed to thank you.

[mythalism]

i feel like all of my pondering and analyzing and criticizing veilguard over the past few months has actually truly given me a better understanding of what dragon age meant to me, what about it specifically was so meaningful, and why, as a result, veilguard felt so wrong. it took a while for me to figure it out. about three full months of relentless essay writing, actually. but i think if you had asked me a few years ago what the core of my love for dragon age was, whatever answer i gave would not have truly gotten to the root of it, because i think i had to experience the disappointment of veilguard to fully understand why i love dragon age. and ive realized that core is that i loved how the previous dragon age entries demand so much of the player, and deliberately prompt introspection and critical, often political, thought.

dragon age games have historically forced the player to be self-reflective and introspective about their worldview and beliefs. solas is obviously a fantastic example, as he was deliberately written to be a reflection of the player in order to prompt them to reflect on how they treat people, how our expectations of people influence their behavior, and how people are pushed to extremes and turned into monsters or saved by love and kindness. how do people become monsters? what drives them to blow up buildings or start rebellions or destroy the world as you know it? are they right or wrong? does it even matter? how did you contribute to this? are you innocent? it puts these insane, politically and morally charged situations in your face and forces you to confront them. slavery, a refugee crisis, poverty, class disparities, racism, foreign occupation, the list goes on, and you are not given the option to look away or be a bystander. you have to ACT. you have to choose, you have to make judgements, you have to take responsibility and explore your role in this world as someone with the capacity to act upon it, to make your will a reality, to fail, to make mistakes. i honestly can't think of any other video game that does this to the same extent? nor any media at all because the act of being IN the world as one of it's people through the act of role-playing is essential to how it provokes this experience in the player. its ballsy. they deliberately try to make you uncomfortable. these games are full of liars, deceivers, betrayers. the games themselves lie to you. its character try to deceive you. did you catch it? or were you fooled? what else might you be fooled by? who else might be lying to you? in the game? in real life? and then you get to play it again knowing the end, and what the game prompts changes with your new knowledge. now it asks, do you forgive them? what makes someone worthy of forgiveness? where do you draw the line? what do you think?

i dont think i realized until recently how impactful this was for me considering how i first got into dragon age at 16 years old. i dont think i had experienced anything up to that point that would put a situation like judging a war criminal who ordered the deaths of children or another war criminal who just left me to die and orchestrated a near-coup or a traumatized terrorist who just blew up a church right in my face, and said MAKE A DECISION. and i didnt know it at the time, but looking back i can see how valuable it was for me at that age to have what was effectively an avenue of exploration and self-expression of all of these moral and political issues that i was grappling with as a young adult. i played inquisition for the first time just months before i voted in my first presidential primary. i already had a political consciousness at this point, but it was nonetheless new and vulnerable and still blossoming into something more concrete. inquisition, then, almost provided a sort of political, moral and personal sandbox for me from ages 16-20 to better help me understand myself in relation to the world. the RPG-ness allowed me to put myself into these situations - like the mage-templar war and its metaphor for mass incarceration and police brutality - while i was also simultaneously grappling with and trying to understand these issues in real life. having dragon age to help me further unpack my own beliefs and conception of these issues was undeniably impactful. it provided a space, through a narrative i enjoyed and cared about, to make choices and judgement calls and better understand who i was, and what felt right to me. it asked, "what do you think?"

veilguard lacks this. completely. and lets be clear that the previous games did not always do a perfect job. many of these depictions are messy and harmful and problematic, but they at least, by extension of their own existence in a narrative that forces you to THINK and JUDGE and DECIDE, give me the space and opportunity to judge them as messy, as problematic, as harmful. i can confidently say that i think da2 is too sympathetic to the templars as an organization because the fact that da2 presents me with so many narrative conflicts regarding the templar organization allows me to not just make in-game decisions and play as a staunch advocate for mage freedom and circle abolition, but to form opinions on the game itself by extension. i can confidently say that i believe the qunari's portrayal is islamophobic because the game has prompted me so many times; what do i think about the qunari? what do i think about the oppression of the elves? what do i think about dorian being a seemingly good person but defending the practice of slavery? who should rule orzammar; the progressive asshole or the conservative traditionalist? do i forgive loghain? do i forgive anders? do i forgive solas? this in-world critical thinking about issues in thedas leads to meta critical thinking. further questions naturally follow -> what message did the writers intend to send through anders? how can i notice the echoes of how this story came into fruition in the shadow of 9/11? what do solas's endings tell me about the writers view of retributive punishment? how is bioware's portrayal of the dalish, as inspired by indigenous north americans, reflective of deep-seated anti-indigenous canadian sentiment? why did the writers stop prompting these hard questions at all in veilguard? did they only like it when it was about characters, not when it led to critical thinking about them and the company as a whole? through these processes of in-world interrogation, i am inevitably invited to analyze the effectiveness of their narrative portrayals and the writing itself. perhaps this is why dragon age is so famous for its discourse lol.

ive said before that im not sure that veilguard could ever have been as impactful for me as the previous games, partly because when you are 16 everything is more impactful because your brain is an eager sponge, unless it did something that really resonated with me as an adult. but what it should have been, at the very least, is something that could have been as impactful and formative on a current 16 year old that sees a gif on tumblr and decides to check out the game, as inquisition was to me 10 years ago. and im sure there are teenagers and younger adults out there playing this game and loving it and loving the characters and the world and thinking its great, good fun. thats great. however it fundamentally cannot have the same profound, developmentally catalytic experience it had on me because it simply does not challenge the player. it does not prompt them to question their own beliefs and the power structures within their lives. it does not prompt them to reflect on the political narratives they may have been fed all their lives. it does not confront them with the sorts of topics that get books on banned lists in florida and force them to bear witness, to think deeper, to feel guilt or horror at the outcome of your own poorly-made decision, to make moral judgements, to make mistakes, and to live with the consequences.

i think i now understand why veilguard was so disappointing to me and ultimately would be a failure in my eyes no matter if i enjoyed the combat or the exploration or whatever other shiny coat of paint sits atop it. veilguard does not ask much of you. it does not prompt any sort of introspection or interrogation of your presently held beliefs. it does not demand anything from the player except to dodge at the right moment. this is a fundamental, core departure from what made me fall in love with dragon age in the first place. if you love dragon age because you want "fantasy escapism" and fun characters to smooch, then i am happy for you. but i would remind you that can find fantasy escapism all over the steam library - farming sims, cozy games, a witch looking for her cat in the alps, etc. what you cannot find are games that are willing and brave enough to challenge and provoke the player into a better, more thorough understanding of themselves in relation to our world and it's many, complex and daunting political and moral issues. to have lost such a thing, when media like this has become so few and far between, and during a time when we need it more than ever, is a devastating loss.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Oh oh what about soft!dom remus and reader who’s upset over a conversation with her family and doesn’t know how to let it go and he helps distract/regulate her???

Not sure if this is soft!dom, but he definitely helps reader relax and work through it mentally

“You’re stewing dovey.” Remus murmurs as he reaches for you on the settee.

He’s got a plate in one hand, bread pudding you’d been asking for all weekend and some fruit on the side.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, they’re so mean and it’s fine when they do it. But when I stick up for myself suddenly I’m a raging bitch.”

Remus shakes his head, kissing your temple as you start to get angry all over again. “You’re not a bitch. They’re just close minded.”

He placed the plate in your lap and you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I just get so pissed because why it’s okay for them but I’m a pariah when I do it? I’m not immune to bad moods, I just don’t take it out on everyone.”

Remus knows from Sirius that family relationships are tough. Sirius’ situation was different but he can see similarities between yours and his.

Your family, mainly your siblings, expect you to be this perfect golden child and you can never make a mistake and it weighs on you.

It’s why Remus and you only see your mum when you visit and your sister sometimes. Your brothers are another story.

“And you’re better for that dovey. You’re not a pariah, you’re allowed all of your feelings even if they try to make you feel bad. You won’t get censorship here.” Remus nudges your knee with his. “C’mon, eat before it goes cold.”

You take a bite and your shoulders drop a little- Remus is a wizard at bread pudding. It’s somehow never sopping wet on the bottom. It’s a comfort food of yours and after today it was necessary.

Remus chooses his words carefully while you eat.

“I know you care what they think of you, but I think sometimes they need the reality check you just gave them. They can’t walk all over you and expect it not to get tiring.”

You nod, “I just, I don’t want to be a bad person.”

Remus smiles at that. “You could never be a bad person dove.”

You roll your eyes as you offer him the last bite. “You’re biased, and you’re supposed to think highly of me.”

Remus speaks around the bite, “I am biased, but we both know I’m not going to let you be a bad person if I thought that’s what you were becoming.”

It’s true. Remus has stopped many spirals and many mean rants the moment they got deprecating.

“So you’d tell me?”

Remus kisses your temple, “If I ever got a feeling that you were being a bad person I’d tell you.” You seem content at that. Remus holds you closer to his chest. “For the record, I thought you could’ve stood to be a tiny bit more stern on the phone, but I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself.”

You smile as you tip your head back to his chest to look up at him. “Ah, I had help learning how to do that.”

Remus rubs your chest at the admission. “Whoever they are, they seem very smart.” There’s a cheeky smile on his face, but mostly he really is proud of you for standing up for yourself.

“You would think so.”

[king-nyx]

"What are you doing here?" Audrey asked her.

Callisto watched Artemis, "You're the only one I can talk to."

"Oh...but Artemis is a goddess."

Callisto laughed lightly, "She is."

"So...why?"

Callisto shrugged, "I don't know. Unfortunately, I don't make the rules."

Callisto got up, going over to Artemis. She sat beside her, playing with her hair and kissing the top of her head.

"She can feel you?" Audrey asked.

"No, I don't think so," Callisto said. "But, I don't really care. I just miss her."

Audrey nodded in understanding, biting her tongue.

Callisto got up, standing up before her, "Come with me. I want to show you something...someone."

Audrey nodded, taking her hand. Callisto lead her to the back of the house, across town and all the way to the beach.

There sat two people. A young man, broad shouldered and well muscled, and a lithe young woman with flowing hair and pointed ears

"You are here too?" Callisto asked, her question pointed to the woman.

The two people turned to Audrey and Callisto. The man had hyacinths in his hair.

It seemed fitting to Audrey as the reality of the situation pressed on her.

"I must return to Artemis," Callisto told them. "Take care of her well. There is no thunder tonight, afterall."

Do you think covid existed in the Season? Do you think that for 2020-2021 Zeus couldn't host two Seasons. He had to wait until 2022 when restrictions finally lifted?

I'm gonna assume that covid didn't exist for my own sanity

[00valentina-writes00]

How about sevika with a terminally sick gf. I really loved the one you wrote for vi

♡♥︎Sevika with a terminally ill girlfriend♥︎♡

♥︎ Sevika doesn’t show much, but she’s absolutely destroyed when she finds out. There’s a crack in her usually unflappable armor, a flicker of vulnerability she tries to bury beneath her usual hard edges.

♥︎ She doesn’t talk about it much, but she starts keeping tabs on doctors, researching treatments, and trying to get her hands on any illegal or experimental cures she can afford. She won’t let you give up, even if you’re already resigned.

♥︎ Her usual harshness turns into something colder. She doesn’t waste time with anything unnecessary. If she’s going to help you, it’s going to be in the most effective way possible. No sentimental words, just straight to the point: “I’ll fix this. You’re not dying on me.”

♥︎ When you start getting weaker, she gets more demanding. She pushes you to eat, to stay awake, to fight. She’s relentless because if she doesn’t see you fight, it breaks her apart

♥︎ There are nights when she stays up late, arms crossed, staring out at the dark streets of Zaun, thinking about ways to make you better. Even the shimmer she injects into her system doesn’t offer any comfort when she watches you fade.

♥︎ She spends hours researching obscure treatments, bargaining with shady figures, doing whatever it takes to extend your life, even if it’s just a few more weeks or days. It doesn’t matter how much it costs.

♥︎ At some point, she starts finding herself hovering at your side all the time. She doesn’t want to leave. Not even to sleep. It becomes a strange routine for her, a kind of forced comfort where the silence between you is full of things neither of you are brave enough to say.

♥︎ If you’re awake enough, she’ll push your hair out of your face, but she won’t look you in the eyes. She doesn’t know how to handle the emotions you bring out in her, and it terrifies her.

♥︎ She never asks you how you’re feeling or if you want to talk about it, because she’s afraid you’ll say that you’re giving up. She can’t handle hearing it from your lips, even though she knows deep down you’re right.

♥︎ She starts to get more agitated, snapping at people who are just trying to help because nothing feels like it’s good enough. If anyone says something remotely positive about your situation, she shuts them down hard. She can’t pretend like there’s hope when there’s none.

♥︎ When you can’t leave the bed anymore, Sevika starts bringing everything to you. Food, water, medicine, books to distract you—anything to keep you from slipping further into the darkness.

♥︎ She never shows her tears, but sometimes when she thinks you’re sleeping, she finds herself staring at you, face etched with raw pain, her jaw clenched tight to hold back the wave of emotions that threatens to drown her.

♥︎ Her temper is worse than usual. She’s quick to lash out at others, mostly because she’s so incredibly fucking scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of not being able to save you. And she hates herself for not being able to fix it.

♥︎ She makes herself scarce around people when it gets worse. She’s quieter, more brooding, because the weight of her guilt and helplessness is too heavy to share. The only place she feels even a little bit in control is by your side.

♥︎ On the nights you’re too weak to speak, she holds your hand with a tightness that borders on painful. Her touch is demanding, like she’s afraid you’ll slip away in the blink of an eye.

♥︎ She doesn’t let you see her fear. Every day is a reminder of how much she’s failing you. And every time she sees that spark of hope in your eyes, it drives her mad because she knows she can’t keep it alive forever.

♥︎ As things worsen, she starts avoiding the topic of your death. It feels like a betrayal every time someone mentions it. She ignores the reality, pretending there’s a chance things will magically improve.

♥︎ When you do finally die, it feels like she’s been hit by a freight train. The finality of it leaves her in a state of shock, unable to process it. She doesn’t cry in front of you, not even when she closes your eyes for the last time.

♥︎ Sevika keeps busy after your passing. She throws herself into work, into anything that will distract her from the empty space beside her. She stops sleeping, drinking herself into oblivion, until her body can’t keep up with her broken heart.

♥︎ There are days when the memories hit her in waves. She can still hear your voice in her head, your laugh, the way you’d complain when she pushed too hard. And every time, it feels like a weight she can’t shake.

♥︎ People stop asking her how she’s doing because it’s obvious. She doesn’t need words anymore. The silence speaks for her. She’s the same outwardly—cold, distant—but internally, she’s unraveling, a mess of emotions she doesn’t know how to deal with.

♥︎ She tries to convince herself it’s better this way. You aren’t suffering anymore, and she can’t deny that you were getting worse. But she also knows she’ll never be the same again. That part of her is gone, taken by something she could never control.

♥︎ In the long run, Sevika doesn’t let anyone get close to her again. The wound you left in her will never heal, and she doesn’t think anyone could ever fill the hole you left behind. Not that she’s ready for that anyway

♥︎ But every now and then, when she’s alone, she lets herself think back to you. To the time you spent together, how you made her laugh, how you made her feel alive again. And she lets herself grieve the woman who was once hers.

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Lips of Wine ~A Five Hargreeves x Female reader insert

Created for an Anon request (8062 words, rated Mature for Explicit Sexual Content)

Notes/Tags/Warnings: neither are minors, 18 year old Five is so much fun to write 😄, boy is a hot mess, humor, smut with a bit of world building and plot, sorrow and love, survival, deciding to leave specific tags related to the smutty parts off to keep you in the dark until they happen. 😉 If Five being cluelessly adorable and sexy is not your thing, stay away.

~~~~~~~~~~ Lips of Wine ~~~~~~~~~~

Heart pounding, Five’s breaths raced out of him in rushed gasps. 

He started to stir, pulling away from you. 

You tensed, locking his arm under yours. 

Coming out of his dream, he smiled. Legs folded together under the blankets, your warmth mingling with his felt like heaven compared to the chilly reality of the dingy mildew-stained walls surrounding him.

He started to stretch, but not letting him get far, you eased your feet nearer to his again, locking them around his ankles.

Five did not want to get up as much as you didn’t. There were so many things he didn’t want to do, like replenishing the stack of firewood on the floor next to him and foraging the surrounding area for food so you both didn’t starve. 

This was life. Soon the temperatures would become so deathly cold that you didn’t dare venture out. Each day was a pattern of rummaging through endless piles of rubble, looking for anything salvageable you could hoard for the days ahead. 

You’d been through this before.

It had been five years of apocalyptic landscapes, just the two of you wandering the wastelands. You’d also been sleeping together like this to conserve heat since the first night Five found you, only a week after he’d buried his family. 

With the world still smoldering, there you were, two little kids, covered in ash and grime, scared and alone until your red rimmed eyes met.

Somehow you survived the initial blast, even though no one else who was trapped with you on the underground train made it. Five would never forget the feeling he had when he realized he was looking at someone who was alive. He’d been fooled more than once by the inanimate faces of clothing store mannequins strew across the ruins.

You were a miracle that he was thankful for every day, which only added to how badly he needed to get out of here.

Not wanting to think about the reality of his dire situation, or his math and how he hadn’t come close to figuring out how to reverse what he’d done to jump back alone, let alone with you with him, he nuzzled his nose into your hair. His cotton t-shirt pressed flush against your back at the same time he noticed other parts of him were also enjoying this moment.

Down boy! Five mentally scolded himself, but a boner event was already in the making and his retreat was inevitable as the shock of his bare feet hitting the icy floorboards.

At least he could say he didn’t wake up halfway between a naughty dream and all the way into violating you by having his morning monster wedged between the welcoming cushiness of your butt cheeks.

Yes, that happened several times, but if you had been aware of it, you said nothing.

It’s not like that happening was anything new either. 

Awkward didn’t even begin to cut it when Five considered the situations you had to endure with him over the years. There had been days on end of illness, fevers so bad he sobbed like a delusional baby. Once he was so sick he couldn’t walk, or hold any food in his stomach, that… and he shit himself… several times.

Twinkies…

Yeah. Never again.

You advised him not to eat them, but he stubbornly did anyway. 

You had put up with a lot of his childish crap, he mused, rolling his eyes at himself.

Looking back at the lectures about all the joys of puberty and sex education that Grace had given him and his siblings and their red-faced reactions over her cartoon like sketches of penis and vagina interactions, Five was well aware that lovely experience was nothing compared to how much of a dumbass he felt like now.

He was eighteen and he was still struggling to act like the adult he technically was.

At thirteen, he had an excuse. Back then, he started to get hard-ons over seemingly nothing at all, but this was just ridiculous.

This was his problem, not yours. Just like getting back to prevent the end of the world from happening was entirely on his shoulders.

Five started to whisper your name, a warning that he was about to untangle himself from your death grip. Blinking himself out of bed would startle you awake and the thought of doing it was the last thing he wanted.

Again, he smiled. 

Oh, what he wouldn’t do for you, including spare you the thoughts plaguing him near constantly, and not just the ones of self-doubt when it came to using his power to travel through time to get you both back.

“I need to get up,” he whispered again when you moved your head like you were listening but obviously weren’t.

Five moved his fingers against your chest, the mounds of your breasts under his hand not helping matters at all when it came to the start of the woody he was dealing with, but it was enough for you to loosen your hold on him.

He shifted back, giving you space, the cold replacing the hot blanket of your body hitting him unpleasantly, but it lacked the needed effect of a cold shower. 

Who was he kidding? A cold shower would do nothing but give him a private place to jerk off. Five’s over eager dick didn’t care if he was cold, and neither did the cruel world around him.

Biting the bullet, he crawled out of the blankets, groggily wiping the sleep from his eyes as he shoved himself up on his feet and headed for the door.

Stepping out of the only room still standing in the house that had become your temporary home, Five’s feet slipped a little on the frosty cement surface of the small porch. Catching his hand against the railing, he shoved his hands down his pants, pulling himself free. 

Wasting no time, he spit in his hand, then started whisking it over the silky skin covering his cock, his grip tightening with stimulating effect every time his fingers rounded his tip.

He clenched his eyes shut.

Plumes of breath came out of him in quick huffs. The warmth of his exertion filled the cold air, the vapors condensing in thick clouds filled with the sound of quiet grunts and ice particles.

Abusing his dick with his trusty lefty, Five’s mind drifted to better things, like thrusting his cock between your legs. He could only imagine how good that would feel, your pussy so tight around him that…

His balls suddenly tightened, throbbed hard. His hips jerking into his hand, the slippery sound of his fist sliding over his cock increased with the spread of his slippery pre-cum.

“Fuck,” he repeatedly hissed as milky ropes of come started spilling out of him, flicking all over the dead hydrangea planted next to the front door. 

Shivering, Five gave his dick a few more strokes, the haze of lust slowly wearing off as his eyes came back into focus.

“God, I hope that shit doesn’t freeze like that,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes at his drips of goo dangling from the barren bush.

Putting little Five back in his pants, his waist band snapped against his hollowed stomach.

His empty insides growled in protest.

His many weaknesses as unshocking to him at this point as the eerie shadows of the broken world creeping into the daylight, Five stepped back inside.

“Time to go,” he said, pulling open the dusty curtain next to the door. He spun back towards you, dropping an armful of clothes onto the bed. 

“Noooooooo,” you groaned. 

“Yes,” he groaned back. 

Peeking out from under the blankets, you saw him drop his pajama pants, under them, he was completely naked, and the sight of his pale butt instantly got you grinning.

Bouncing all around, Five quickly pulled on a pair of cargo pants, his quick hands zipping up the fly, then tying the strings tight to keep them from falling down. Just as you buried your face back into your pillow, he glanced up.

“I hate you,” you mumbled. 

“Hate me while you are getting dressed,” he suggested. “And wear something warm. It looks like it might storm later, but if we get moving, we will be back before then.”

While you kicked your legs over the side of the mattress Five had dragged over next to the fireplace, and you much less enthusiastically shoved your legs into your own pants, he finished getting dressed, donning his usual layers. First a fresh t-shirt, then a sweatshirt, then an outer jacket with as many helpful pockets in it as his pants had. 

Moving around the small room, Five packed a few things for you to eat, placing the rations in the larger backpack he’d be carrying. 

Spinning round, seeing nothing else he needed, he glanced your way, his mouth hinting at a teasing smile he was doing his best to bite back in. “Ready?” he asked.

~~~

Just like it started, everything moved along like any other day. Five trudged along, marking his notebook, documenting landmarks and street names off fallen street signs, or anything that could help you later when trying to keep track of the areas you already had been. You worked a perimeter from the house, walking for miles at a time, looking for anything standing or not that might have something left in it that wasn’t ruined from the fires or the elements.

You never found much, but some days you got lucky. Outside of the city, the streets were wider, and the more obvious evidence of mass death was better hidden from view. The broken sidewalks led to leveled homes, each its own private graveyard. 

Looking to his right, at a minivan pulled halfway into the road, the gaping jaw of the skeleton in the driver seat apparently missed the memo that this was supposed to be a beautiful suburbia and Five was in no mood for his morbid no skin bullshit.

Five was also in no mood for how empty his backpack was, or the way the wind shifted an hour ago, bringing in the dark clouds he’d told you were going to hold off.

Ten minutes ago, cold rain drops started to hit his face so hard it stung, the sound of the water falling from the sky setting off a chorus of pattering on the ground around him.

The perk of this area was the many grocery stores, and small city centers with one story shops of all kinds, and those shops had walls often made of cinderblocks. This was the land of possibility compared to high-rises that had fallen in on themselves, only today you were both finding nothing and now he couldn’t even find you!

After sharing a lunch of questionable canned meat, it was decided you would head into a neighborhood where you hadn’t been yet. You never got too far from each other while out because it was a matter of safety, but while he was searching the piles of nothing in what was left of one house, you gave up and went to the next, only that was twenty minutes ago and now you weren’t there.

Looking up and down the debris covered street, Five yelled out your name.

The wind whistled through the downed power lines, sending trash blowing past.

The rain came down harder and harder as he ran to the next house, and then the next, but you weren’t there.

“Where are you?” he breathed, spinning around, trying to figure out which way you’d gone.

Panicking, he dropped his weight on his heel, clumsily changing directions, going the other way.

One dilapidated house after another and still nothing. 

Five kept calling out, but you never called back.

The clouds churned overhead, the rain hammering down so hard now that it matched the sound of his pulse pounding in his ears. 

He raked his hand through his wet hair, pushing it out of his face, his eyes darting around, looking at all the larger structures that might have interested you. 

Running towards a brick house, or the two-story facade of what was once a brick house, he jumped over a part of the wall that had collapsed, his feet slipping on the shards of glass strewn out all over the foyer.

Looking around the partially standing hallway leading to another room with no roof over it, he screamed your name.

Suddenly, the floor broke out from under him.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-” His backside slammed to the ground. “-it,” he wheezed, the impact knocking the wind out of him.

Lungs painfully trying to refill, he squinted up at the hole above him.

“Five!” you yelled, looking down at him. “Are you okay?”

“Does it look like it!” he spat. “Where were you!”

You looked confused. “I was at the next house.”

Rolling to his side, hoisting himself back up on his feet, rain drops dripped off Five’s eyelashes as he glared up at you. “No, you weren’t, and I’d like it if you backed away from the edge before you fall in here and break your neck!” 

“I can see the rotting part of the floor and I am not on it,” you threw back at him, “and I was at the house behind the one I last saw you at!”

Five bared his teeth. “When we say the house next door, that means the one next to it, not behind it! I called for you! Why didn’t you answer?” 

“I didn’t hear you! The rain hitting the metal roofing over their carport must have drowned you out, and… I said I was going to the house to the North! North was towards the back yard of the house we were in. Did you lose your compass again?!”

“No, I didn’t lose my compass, and I don’t need one anyway. Please just back away from that ledge.” Five jerked his backpack straps tighter, staring daggers at you until you backed away.

Heart still racing, and not actually sure anymore what you’d told him, since he honestly wasn’t really listening, he finally looked around him.

“Paydirt,” he whispered, eyeing the towering shelves that were lining the mossy stone walls.

“Throw your bag down!” he called up, already heading over to fill his backpack with loads of canned goods and glass jars filled with garden picked preserves.

“What’s down there?” you asked. 

Your canvas bag came sailing down, your voice far enough away that Five knew he didn’t need to flip out on you again, not that he should have done it in the first place, but...

Water trickling down the back of his neck, his icy shirt sticking to his back, he scratched his head.

Damnit. 

“She did say she was going to the house to the North,” he breathed, picking up an interesting looking bottle, wiping his damp finger across the old label.

~~~

Joining you a few minutes later, a flash of bright blue as he landed in the front yard, Five had two heavy looking bags slung over his shoulders. 

Sitting slumped over, leaned against the front door, your arms wrapped around your legs, you looked up at him from under the hood of your heavy coat.

He came your way, the laces on his boots dragging as he splashed through the shallow puddles. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out, hoping like hell that the look in his eyes was enough to convey just how terrified he’d been when he couldn’t find you.

You took his hand, letting him help you up.

“I thought I lost you,” he said so softly you almost didn’t hear it.

“You aren’t getting rid of me that easily,” you teased, trying to get him to smile, which he didn’t. “Come on, really? What did you think happened to me?” you questioned, easing your backpack off his arm so you could put the burden over your own back.

“Anything you can imagine and make that a thousand times worse. That’s what I thought happened,” he said, his lopsided smile adding to his attempt at melancholy humor.

“You’re stuck with me forever. I thought you’d figured that out by now,” you joked.

Five looked away, his focus moving to the sky.

It was getting late, but the storm had mostly moved on. The thunder rumbled in the distance, but warm tones had seeped back in, illuminating everything in a burning glow of gold. 

You started to stroke the back side of his hand with your thumb, your smile growing even more when he gave in and met your gaze.

Five loved when you looked at him like that. He was trying so hard not to look at you like he was, and his struggle hurt him in the chest, as if something had squeezed all the air out. 

Leaning in, your cheek fell against his shoulder. “I’m so cold,” you said. “Can we go home?”

He pressed his face into your hair as he spoke a real smile coming back to his lips. “Would you like me to get us there the fast way? I already have more than enough coordinates calculated along our route for the ease of spatially jumping back.”

“Sure. I can go back with you like that if you want me to barf all over you.”

He laughed. “If you vomit on me, we can call it payback for all the gross stuff I’ve done. Deal?”

“Deal, but only if jumping that many time doesn’t drain you too much,” you said, shivering harder by the minute.

“I have enough energy rippling in these veins to power an entire city,” he laughed, knowing that wasn’t really true, and you knew it too because in much worse times you’d seen him so weak from only a few jumps that he couldn’t jump even a foot across the room.

“Hang on,” he warned.

His hands slid up your back, gripping you tight, the world instantly moving past so fast, he knew your eyes and mind couldn’t begin to comprehend what you were seeing in the bursts of light and motion.

~~~

“We're back. You can open your eyes now,” Five soothed, his hand at your waist, keeping you upright as he tentatively brushed your matted hair back from your face.

“That was horrible,” you said, risking a dazed a look around your one room house.

“You like riding on the Hargreeves express. You might as well admit it,” he taunted, letting you go, but not before giving you a tiny swat on the rump to get you moving on your own again. “Besides, a man needs to have some fun and you are my only fun around here," he added, but his hand went still against you as he seemed to question the flirtatious nature of spanking you and that comment.

“You are still touching my butt,” you informed him, giggling against his chest.

“I know,” he laughed back.

Backing away not that he was sure you could stand on your own two feet, Five saw that you were flushing like mad. 

When the silence got too long, you both smiled together, shyly.

You dropped your backpack to the floor. Then he followed suit, his making a sloshing sound when it landed at his feet.

Quickly stripping, Five’s coat and equally drenched sweatshirt hit the floor, your sopping wet pile of clothes growing on the floor between you as you both stripped. Blinking across the room, his wet pants still clinging to him, he grabbed your towels from the drying line you always kept strung across the room. Appearing right back next to you, he wrapped yours around your shoulders, his hands rubbing your arms for just a second before he seemed to think better of it.

Still shivering, clutching his own towel, Five quickly made a sweeping gesture down the length of his body. As you watched him drying off in the shadowy light, his upper body completely bare, your face suddenly got even more pink.

Under his gaze, you wiggled around under your towel, your own shirt and pants hitting the floor with a slap of wet when they dropped.

Swallowing slow and thick, Five wriggled his hand down inside his towel cocoon, shoving his wet boxers and pants down, gravity taking them to the floor where he quickly kicked out of them.

Once free, he walked to you until the tips of your toes kissed. 

The line between his brows deepened. “If we are going to stop shivering, it’s going to take more than getting out of these wet clothes. Shall we?” he said, hopefully eyeing your nest of blankets from the morning.

Without another word, you both scurried over, diving into your bed.

Five pulled the heaviest blanket around your back, then with his towel secured around his waist, he crawled out of the blankets enough to reach the fireplace. Rushing to get the burned out tinders re-lit, his icy fingers trembled as he struck the musty matches, over and over, getting nothing but the tiniest flick of light from each strike.

“Come on,” he growled at the little strips of cardboard dipped in phosphorus. Ten more tries and it finally burst into a flame and he was able to get it to the small pile of twisted papers and twigs you were frantically arranging over your larger pile of wood. 

“At least we got our weekly shower checked off the to do list,” you joked, your teeth chattering.

“Yeah… That’s why I kept us out there too long,” he huffed back, making fun of himself for being wrong about the storm.

You rammed your shoulder into his. “You’re a superhero, not a weatherman. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Letting out a teetering laugh that was more a release of energy than an expression of humor, Five cringed at the high-pitched sound of it. “Some superhero. I got myself all the way here, so that’s great, I guess,” he soberly joked, knowing there was no way he would ever fully regain his dignity after that epic stumble.

“If you hadn’t ended up here, there’s no way I would still be here. I never would have made it this long without you, Five. You are my hero.”

Five’s face turned down as he tried to hide his pained expression. Rather than say anything, he picked up his discarded t-shirt from that morning, handing it to you.

Saying nothing, you pulled it over your head, letting your towel drop to your lap. Watching you adjust his shirt over your curves, even though it was rude, it had not escaped Five’s notice that your underwear were on the floor over by his, meaning you weren’t wearing any.

With nothing nearby to put on other than his sleep pants, which he quickly tugged on, losing his towel in the mess around him, Five tried his best not to think about your lack of undergarments, or how your plush bottom lip trembled when you looked at him like you thought he was the greatest thing ever. 

Blinking over to your shared dresser, he yanked out a shirt that was laying on top of his other random fashion choices, briefly glancing at your pile of panties and sleep bottoms, villainously deciding not to fetch them and pretend he hadn’t thought twice about it.

Feeling like a million bucks compared to before, bathed clean from the rain and smelling as fresh as the air his white t-shirt had been hung out in a few days before, he came sprinting back to you, throwing his body behind yours to shield you from the cold of the room.

“What would I do without my teleporting heater,” you joked, your head falling back as your body melted into him.

“It’s called blinking, not teleporting,” he corrected.

“To all of us fangirls who collected your Umbrella Academy trading cards, what you do is referred to as teleporting. That’s what the line about your special skills called it. It also claimed your genius level intellect came in very handy on your many dangerous missions,” you teasingly informed him. 

“You collected my cards,” Five questioned. “How did this not come up in any of our conversations over the last half a decade? I would have thought by now I knew everything about you.”

“Yeah, I collected your cards,” you laughed, “and though I knew everything about you too, but each day you surprise me with how sweet you can be when you want something. Everyone knew that Number Five was a smug little shit, but that’s why you were my favorite. Your high opinion of yourself was written all over your cute face.”

“You thought I was cute?”

You nodded. “You conveniently missed the smug part, but yes. I didn’t just think you were cute back then. I still do.”

“I’ll show you just how cute I can be if you keep fucking with me,” he threatened, leaning closer, trying to scare you with his menacing grin. “I didn’t just learn to be an lethal little asshole during my years wearing that dorky mask and ridiculous uniform.”

“I liked the mask,” you laughed.

“That’s it!” Within a second, Five had you pinned on your back, his body hovering over yours, his hands trapping yours against the bed as his groin pressed down hard against your hips.

He lowered his face so he could speak against your ear, but whatever he was going to say came out as nothing more than a wave of heat rushing against your skin as his mouth opened then closed again and again.

Releasing you, backing away, Five looked down at you, attempting to look as innocent as possible, but he knew the twitch of his mouth pulling up gave him away. He enjoyed doing that way too much.

Thankful for a distraction, he reached for his backpack, dragging it over to the bed. “We don’t have many options,” he started, trying to shift gears. “So, which will it be, canned glop or canned glop?”

He displayed two cans with no labels.

‘Hmmmm,” you mumbled, sitting up as you curled your legs under you. 

Five’s eyes flicked down to the hem of your shirt as it skirted up your thighs, stopping just in time to keep him from seeing anything he hadn’t already seen before. When he looked back at you, his eyes were wide as his tight-lipped smile.

“I choose glop,” you answered, smiling back at him.

~~~

Dinner was uneventful. The canned glop was not at all bad compared to other things Five had eaten over the last five years, and knowing he had found something way better to add to the evening had him finishing his food well before you.

He took one look at his stacks of notebooks filled with equations that he couldn’t get to balance, and that was it.

Not tonight, he thought.

Reaching behind him, he pulled his backpack over and started laying out even more of his finds from the day. 

Getting to the bottom of the bag, he pulled out his prize.

“So, that’s what I heard,” you said, pointing your fork at the bottle of wine he was inspecting.

“Yeah, and it’s a good one,” Five replied while digging around in his wet jacket. Pulling out what he was looking for, he tossed the army green garment aside again.

“Isn’t there supposed to be more to that thing? I think the part you need is gone,” you said as he examined the options on the multi-use tool in his hand.

“We can still use it.” He held up the spiraled piece of metal he just unfolded from the rest of the small parts tucked in next to each other. “It is missing the part you normally push against the bottle to draw the cork out, but that’s okay.”

Biting his lip as he strained, Five worked the gadget into the spongy material used to keep the contents from coming out, spinning the device down until there was no more curvy part of it left showing.

“I don’t think that’s going to work,” you pointed out. “There are a reason people started making those fancy wine openers and don’t use screws and teeth to pop out corks. Your buzz is going to have to wait until spring when we go back to the city. I know I have a wine opener in our cozy little love nest back there.” 

Five glared at you. “We are getting buzzed. I’m a gentleman. I always share,” he corrected. “And, sure it will work. We just need more leverage.” Determined not to give up, he scooted closer. “Help me,” he insisted.

He tucked the wine between his legs, and to his delight, you crawled closer, charmed by his boyish excitement, that, or you were so irritated by him you’d rather do as he said than argue-really he couldn’t tell.

“I’ll hold the bottle, you pull this broken piece of shit out of it,” he explained. “I didn’t fall into that rotten basement today just to bruise my ego and stare at this bottle sitting around for the next three months. We deserve a night off!”

“You mean, you want to get drunk,” you laughed.

“Yeah,” he shot back, laughing too. “Now, hold on to this little thingy and show me what you’ve got!” 

“You want me to hold onto your little thingy?”

He glared at you again. 

Doing what he said, but not without laughing about it, you put your right hand around the part of the tool holding all the other kitchen gadgets. Curling your fingers around them, you covered it again with your left hand, making the best of what you had, but hardly feeling like you had a decent enough hold on it to do anything.

You gave it a tug and got nothing other than Five scowling at you.

“More,” he demanded.

Tugging harder as he held on, using his heavier body weight and the strength in his arms to anchor the bottle between his clenched thighs, you gave it your all, pushing the heels of your feet into the mattress, holding onto the tiny top of the broken wine opener as tightly as you could. 

“Almost got it,” Five gritted through clenched teeth, his face contorting from how hard he was trying to hang on to the slippery glass bottle that was starting to slip out of his hands at the same time the cork was finally starting to move, the length of it slowly appearing from the neck of the bottle.

Your fingers were slipping too. There was so little there to hold on to and you were losing what little there was.

Air rushed out of you as you explosively flew backwards, your feet sliding out from under you before you punked down hard on your butt.

A gush of liquid flung in your face with vengeance, spattering you with the rich, leggy red substance, making you look like you were a murder victim in a slasher film, the bottle flinging back the other way just as fast, doing the same to him.

Before either of you could react, the glugging of the blood colored splendor started dumping out on his crotch.

Both of you dripping with the fruits of your labor, your jaw dropped, matching Five’s look of shock almost perfectly. 

“Shit,” he cursed. 

Beads of the sweet-smelling wine dripped from the ends of dark hair hanging in his eyes, trailing down the narrow bridge of his nose before seeping over his upper lip.

He stuck out his tongue, tasting it, doing his best to pull off a look of humorously depressed idiot as he did his best to savor what was left of his precious booze. 

“Now you're going to get it! I told you we should have waited!” you hysterically laughed, lunging at him.

Snatching the tipped over bottle as you aggressively straddled him, one hand digging into the dips in between his ribs, you tipped the tinted glass bottle back, letting the few drops remaining in the bottom drip into your mouth. “Oh. That is good,” you coughed, your throat fighting against the dry flavor and your fit of giggles. 

“How good,” Five breathlessly questioned, his hands hesitantly grazing the back of your shirt as he fought to keep his eyes on yours, not in his lap where he knew there was little to nothing between him and your girly parts.

“This good!” you replied, knocking him back. Lowering over him, first pressing your wine flavored lips to his, you then moved them to his neck, licking the flecks of fermented liquid from his delicious salty skin. 

Smiling because he was too excited not to, Five's head spun like he’d been hurled by Luther across their training room. Your hands hastily moved down his shirt, the dampened material cooly hitting his tensed torso, igniting a fire across his cheeks. 

“Whoa, Whoa,” he mumbled, shifting his legs apart at your feisty insistence, your hands pushing his knees wide so you could lower yourself between his legs. “Whoa!” he cried even more pathetically over the feeling of your mouth suddenly sucking at the wine-stained fabric covering his groin. 

“I want more!” you buzzed.

He didn’t dare look down, and you did not stop, humming your contentment as you filled your mouth with quick bursts of black cherry mixed with tannic sweetness.

“I do too,” he whimpered, “but…”

The faintest touch of your mouth grazing the material clinging to his dick, the heat of your exhales through your nose only added to the inferno happening in Five’s wet pants, rendering him speechless.

He felt himself getting hard. His body felt like it was vibrating everywhere, and his jaw was clenched so hard he was sure he was going to crack all his teeth. 

“Stop me if you don’t like it.” Hearing you say that, and feeling it at the same time, his mind spiraled out of control. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, he groaned. “There is no way I’m stopping you.”

Moving along, evidently not at all concerned that you were killing him, you shoved up his wine-soaked shirt, your mouth pressing soft kisses to his quivering abdomen. Your fingers tugged at the waist of his pants and he sat back a little more, lifting his hips, his weight on his elbows feeling like a million tons, enough to make him want to flop back and let you ruin him completely but he couldn’t, not when his entire body felt at war.

You slowly slid his cotton sleep pants down, your eyes, and his, trained on the trail of black hair leading to his rapidly growing erection.

Totally exposed, Five was sure he heard you mutter something, but he was too blown away to grasp what it was.

“Shame to let any of this delicious wine go to waste,” you said, the words finally computing in his brain, just before he felt the flat of your tongue pressed to his erection, slowly licking up the length.

“You don’t have to do this!” he said, in a high voice that clearly screamed he wanted your mouth on his dick so badly it hurt his vocal cords.

“I want to do this. You taste intoxicating,” you seductively hummed. 

When you doubled down, licking just the rounded thickness of his tip, Five’s head rolled back. Staring at the ceiling, like always, he had about a quad-zillion doubts screaming at him. 

You were running your mouth over the head of his dick in a way that was not at all about getting the sticky sheen of the wine off him, and shit, shit, shit, shit!

Five had no idea what he was supposed to be doing, and the feeling of you sucking on him, and what it might feel like in a few seconds if you opened your lips and allowed him inside your heavenly mouth already had him trying not to spontaneously nut in your face.

Then he accidently looked down.

Fuck!

Reaching out, he shakily moved your hair to the side, leaving his hand on the back of your head. 

He felt your lips parting, the soft pillows pressing against him as he pushed himself up and your head down.

A flood of pleasure drowning him, Five took his hand back away from you so fast there was no way you couldn’t tell he was freaking out.

Peering up at him, your mouth popping off the ruby swell of his sensitive glans, the feel and sight of his cock bobbing in front of your face made him let out an awkward laugh that sounded so pathetic he wanted to slap himself.

“Sorry,” he croaked.

“Five, don’t think for a second that I don’t know your imagination isn’t as dirty as mine and that you haven’t fantasized about doing this as much as I have.” Shaking his head back and forth, he anxiously said, “Ohhhh, no. I have thought about doing this way more than you have.”

“I wondered if there was more going on up there, in that brilliant head of yours, because this little guy seems to be all for this form of entertainment,” you teased.

Five moved toward you, his knees coming up around your head just before he blinked, snatching you along with him, dropping you both out of his portal, you backside down. 

Goosebumps flared across your skin from the jump and the feel of the cold blanket under you, but he was quick to remedy that, driving his body down against yours, his palms planted under your bare ass as he lifted you from the mattress.

He flinched when his erection made contact with your abdomen. Lowering himself much slower the next time, his body molded to yours again, the heat of his not at all as you said ‘little’ cock pushing up the bottom of your shirt.

He held completely still as your uneven breaths came out fast against his neck. He rocked against you, just a little.

“Is this okay,” he asked, his worried eyes probing yours.

“Five… I want this as much as you,” you whispered back, followed by his strained reply, again, insisting there was no way that was true.

Your foot grazed his calf as you moved it up, the movement opening your legs. His fingers reactively tightened under you, jerking you upwards.

Your ass perched in his hands and your thighs around his hips, Five felt the liquid heat of his lust spreading against your navel, but instead of rutting against you again and ending this way too soon, he changed course.

He went completely still, his eyes slowly making a study of you, from your fluttering eyelashes to the rosy hue of your cheekbones. He was mesmerized by it all. 

He took your breath away when he leaned in, kissing the tip of your nose, then when you shut your eyes, his featherlight lips brushed your eyelids too.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed as you dreamily looked up at him. “I have wanted to say that for so long.” 

“Then why didn’t you?” you breathed back. 

“Because I was scared you didn’t want to hear it.”

Your hands moved up his back, tearing at his shirt. Not until you had it stuck over his head and pinched at his armpits, did Five help you, sitting up just enough to rip it off and chuck it out into the darkness. 

Catching your mouth with his tongue, Five dove in, his palms landed on the bed on either side of you. 

His cock made a pass against your slicked entrance, and he ground himself into you. His mouth working at your neck, he thoroughly covered it with his wild kisses.

Swiftly moving, his body radiating static energy, he painted a line of shaky breaths down your chest, trailing heat across the thin cotton barrier. Not sure where he wanted to attack first, or how, he finally settled over the largest splotch of wine covering your left breast.

“Your turn,” he teased, just before bearing down, licking and kissing the wet material. Sucked at it hard, the tiny amount of the wine he was extracting sounding about as silly as your squeals of laughter. 

In-between tonguing your nipples through your shirt, Five lowly purred, “This vintage pairs nicely with your perfect tits.”

You laughed and squirmed even more, and he kept at it, shifting his whole body backward, down the bed, so he could keep his kisses and sucking going. Your pulse jumped beneath your skin when he bit your shirt, growling as he nudged his head under it. Moving up, wasting no time, he kissed a fresh path back to the peaks of flesh he was determined to claim as his.

“OH-MY-God,” you moaned, his reply a nip that made you howl like an animal while bucking up against him.

“Hold still,” he complained, his mouth spread in a smile as he sucked and licked at you like he was trying to eat you. 

“You— This— Fffff-pff,”

You were struggling, unable to say anything that made sense, the clenching of pleasure between your legs becoming unbearable. Five popped his head out from under your shirt, his hair a chocolatey tornado of sexy. Sitting up, he forced your arms up, pulling your saliva and wine covered shirt off.

“Tu sei il mio mondo, il mio amore,” he whispered. (“You are my world, my love.”)

Knowing that you had no idea what he just said, Five moved towards you again, sweeping your thighs outward to give his shoulders space. 

“You say stop, I will,” he said, mimicking you with the added addition of an extra cocky smirk.

You didn’t even get a syllable out, before he was on you, gently kissing the inside of your bent knee.

Chewing at your lower lip, you gripped the sheets. 

His wetted lips glided along, all the way up your inner thigh. He lifted his mouth from your leg, smiling crookedly. “I know what I’m doing down here, but I’m going to give it my best shot,” he promised.

He hovered between your legs, your faint panting the only sound other than the crackling of the fire. Coming closer, Five exhaled, letting his breath purposefully tease you for just a moment before he applied an open-mouthed kiss to your pubic bone, letting his tongue slip down until it dipped hot and thick between your folds.

As he tasted your wetness, lapping at you like a contented cat, you let out a shattered moan.

He grinned against you. 

Shuffling in closer, he wrapped his arms under your thighs. 

Kissing you again the same way, he noticed you adjusting your hips and he adjusted himself accordingly, guiding his tongue across your clit with intent.

Your next exhale came out a with a whisper of his name shivered on rushed air. 

Peering up at you, giving you a smile that was enough to stop your heart, Five started shamelessly licking at you, moving his tongue firmly over your clit. 

Your head tossed, your fingers frantically grabbing at the bedding when he decided to probe his tongue inside you, keeping it rigid as possible as he pushed it up, then back out, his nose intentionally nudging your clit the entire time. 

“Five!” you wailed as your hand came down, reaching for what, at this point you didn’t even know.

Five glanced up, seeing how agitated you were. Letting go of your leg, he folded his fingers over yours, placing them against the back of his head. Using his tongue to flick at your clit again, his other hand gripped your leg even tighter.

He pressed harder, at the same time, slowing his licking. Going crazy over what he was doing to you with his face, you pushed the warmth of your palm against the back of his head, urging him to move faster, and he obliged, greedily going at your clit with his tongue as stiff as he could keep it.

You came with a sharp hitch of your hips, his tongue only losing momentum as your legs clenched against his ears so hard he thought you were trying to squish his skull. 

He looked up, his face glistening with pride. “Holy shit, I love you.”

Your breath hitched, your droopy eyes wide and unblinking. 

Immediately realizing what he’d just blurted, Five’s mouth fish gaped.

“Ahhh… I guess I can’t blame that one on being drunk, even if I do feel a little buzzed,” he sheepishly murmured, his gaze faltering to one of pure embarrassment. 

“Five?”

Looking back up, there was a hint of darkness in his sad look of longing. He remained silent.

He turned his face away again, and started to get up, but you caught his wrist just before he could rise.

His rigid shoulders sank just a little as he gave in, meeting your eyes.

“Five. I love you too. How could you not know that?”

“I...” 

He looked so alarmed you couldn’t help but laugh.

“I just thought you-”

“You thought this was all a convenience?” you teased. “That I only want to be with you because I have to be with you, and you are really good at keeping my feet warm?”

He grinned. “Yeah. That, and you're horny as I am.”

“Five Hargreeves, I love you.”

His breathing increasingly unsteady, Five’s body was humming with tension, his cock bumping between your legs with little pushes of his hips against yours.

The pressure of his cock slipping back and forth over your entrance, each time the feel of it was enough to make him shut his eyes, then open them again a second later with an even darker look of torment burning in them.

You threw your arms around his neck pulling his mouth to yours as you reached down between your bodies, gripping him.

The small whimper you wrenched out of him poured into your mouth as he buried a hand under you again, hitching you tighter against him, this time the jerk of his hips causing him to dip inside you.

He moaned your name, clutching you against him, burying his face against your neck.

His entire body shook with want as he pushed himself inside you, his breath catching from the sudden sensation of tight wet heat holding him.

Your body fought him for a movement, battling him, your hands clawing at his back, urging him to keep going.

Grasping at him, not willing to let him go as much as he wasn’t willing to let go of you, Five worked his hips in hasty, shallow thrusts, your short gasps in between his thrusts and your ankles locked behind his thighs exactly what he wanted to feel.

He let out a guttural moan, thrusting harder, unable to keep pace with his own lust.

He finished with a cry that was almost a sob, his arms weakening so you had to hold almost all his weight, but not giving up, his hips frantically kept slapping against you to bring you over the edge with him.

You clung to him, overwhelmed with emotion, your entire body shaking.

Five’s balls ached deliciously as he came to a stop, his spent cock spilling a little more of his seed just from the feeling of your quivering walls.

Searching your eyes, he kissed your temple, stroking your hair as he listened to the beautiful sound of your breaths catching.

He could feel your thighs glistening with the proof of your acceptance and desire for him.

He carefully slipped out, a pool on the blankets forming under you as he watched your face, looking for signs of pain or regret.

“I love you,” his voice cracked, the storm of feeling in his body hitting him so hard his eyes overflowed, and a very new kind of terror filled his heart. “I shouldn’t have—"

“Shhhhh. I wanted you to,” you quietly soothed, sitting up, taking his face in your hands as the blanket scrunched up against your thighs. “We’re okay. Everything is okay.”

Five’s body still shuddering, you pulled him down with you. Like he always did, he towed you against him, making you his little spoon.

“I’m going to get us back,” he whispered, repeating his words over and over as you held his trembling hand against your heart.

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Oh my god my heart. Will the millions of ways to show the heart and pain of this man never end? 😭 JK. I hope they never do. 😘

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[srbachchan]

DAY 6202

Jalsa, Mumbai Feb 8, 2025/Feb 9 Sat/Sun 2:19 am

Listen .. listen to the words of sound and reflect .. the reflection plants one to the words of the sound and the reflect of the lone idle mind reflects the sound of the words ..

living in the realm of पूज्य बाबूजी .. adding in interest the remember of the moment of reading reciting and reaction in the solo or the mass ..

and the time comes in the time which wishes for time to time the reflect in more than just a reflect , but the share to the extraordinary genius of पूज्य बाबूजी ..

the World it changeth in the rapidity of the rapid strength .. frog leaping over the other in paradigm shift shall bring a catch up situate to the placed place ..

this dormant giant of talent and youth .. this incredible bank of youth and genius .. this largest depository in the banked universe .. unchained , unhindered , unbelievably unbelievable is wanting to be believed ..

the bullet is out of the barrel .. smoked and quelled .. striking the spots of the billions it envelopes in its vast spread wings ..

visionaries have no escape from the reality .. vision and see .. the blinkers are off .. and the winning post does not need a camera finish .. electronics rule the World .. as does IT from it .. and all the rest shall follow .. miraculously slamming all else around to the winning tape ..

shubh raatri .. GN

Amitabh Bachchan

[ghostkittypog]

Imagining the way that people /have/ to know you're the only one with your memories wiped each night after years.... Imagining that there was once a time where they told you there's a time loop, nothing can progress, nothing can change anymore, they don't know how to get out. But your reaction eventually became another form of expectedness, so they let you go around believing everything was okay.

The other implications of this world... There's people stuck giving birth and cuddling their newborn, there's people with sick children who can never become UN-sick--even if the child is only sick with the common cold--people who just /are/ sick themselves stuck like that. Children who are never aging from 2, 7, 13, physically. You would keep encountering really eloquent toddlers because, if everyone remembers, so do the children. So do the elderly.

People stuck dying every day just from illness being revived each day. Other people who are Meant to die that day from happenstance being able to avoid it. And then nothing changes about their life because keeping themselves alive wasn't the key to getting out of the loop. The amount of grief and loneliness and horror put on hold for the situation because it's been years and nothing's changed.

If they ever broke out of the loop, all of humanity (except you) would get absolutely body-slammed by the amount of Everything that a loop can't let you process because of the sensation of inability to escape. People can reveal their true forms in the loop, their vulnerabilties, but they still need the reality of time moving forward. The only consolation is everyone else remembers, so nobody's so alone. Changes communicated by word, like self-expression, romantic flings, etc., those all remain even after a loop.

People in the hospitals getting really close with the medical staff because what else is there to do... The only people who keep working really just being those who work in the entertainment industry. Because anything else won't see much reward. Customer service workers still working, but kinda just...chilling and talking to the customers coming in and leaving the machine alone; maybe occasionally they scan an item and let the person pay, just for old time's sake.

Apparently, you are living in a time loop. Also apparently, you are the only person on Earth who DOESN'T remember the previous iterations. This is the first time you've experienced today; the rest of humanity has been stuck reliving today for years now.

[tenderjock]

btw its very important to me that buffy is just as insane as drusilla. that spike's type is insane, beautiful women that could and would take him in a fight.

(and that when i say "buffy's insane" i dont mean it in a cute, funny, relatable way where she has gad or whatever.)

[mrsstan21]

I Got You

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: we’re about two months into the new year and they have been the most challenging for me. I wrote this as a way to help make myself feel better and it really did. I hope you all enjoy! And no I didn’t proof read.

Warning: mild angst, mental health challenges, but mainly an amazing boyfriend who’s there for you when you need them most.

Life stresses were the main cause to your emotional turmoil lately. Work had become more stressful, family issues were flaring up, and slowly your mental health was deteriorating. When you were able to be alone, that’s when you broke down completely. Because breaking down in front of others never felt acceptable.

Today was no different, after coming home from yet another stressor of the day, you found yourself trying to start dinner. The task at hand was suddenly more difficult than usual. While you tried to prepare everything, your mind would not shut off. Thoughts from different aspects of your life clouded your mind causing you to feel overwhelmed.

You accidentally forgot to turn down the heat and the water from the pot overflowed. Cursing at yourself you turned off the stove, but heard a loud clatter from behind. Apparently Alpine thought it was a good idea to jump on the counter and swat everything to the floor.

“Alpine!” You didn’t yell at the white fluff ball, but were getting more frustrated by the minute.

As you tried to pick everything up, your phone rang and it was your mother. Acting on impulse you answered and it was a huge mistake. What your mother would classify as “simple chit chat with your daughter” was in reality her dumping all her issues onto you.

“Mom I know you are going through some stuff but it’s been a really tough day and I need to finish dinner”.

You were gentle, but she wasn’t. It was another 10 minutes of her back lashing you before you could hang up. There was that tightness in your throat again and that pressure behind your eyes. Even though you were alone, you didn’t allow yourself to feel anything. You just couldn’t, you needed to be strong.

After taking a deep breath you decided to get a glass of water.

Which turned into the breaking point for you.

After pouring yourself a glass, you were reaching over to grab something when the glass tips over and spills onto the counter.

That was it. Afterwards the tears slowly but gradually began flowing and you sunk to the floor.

You felt as if you could never catch a break and something always has to happen. You felt as if you were suffocating and there was no end to this rut you found yourself in.

With you head in your knees, you felt the touch of cool metal on your arm. Looking up through blurry vision you found a pair of blue eyes staring back at you.

Those eyes that you can stare into for hours. Eyes that make everything else around disappear. And that was the mission of their owners.

Bucky didn’t need to say much in the moment. He was concerned as to why his best girl was balling her eyes out on the kitchen floor, but understood at the same time. He admired your self resilience as it was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you. He was aware of the way you kept your head up when things got tough. He loved that you were a natural go-getter and powered through situations all on your own.

But at the same time, he wished you would let him help. Your independence tended to get the best of you at times, and as much as he’s expressed that he was there to help. You were stubborn. Another reason why he loves you.

You didn’t need to explain what happened, he knows. Bucky flashed you a small smile, while he creased your cheek and wiping away the tears that managed to escape. No words were exchanged as he slowly helped you up, and there was no need. For a small moment you looked up to him, those eyes again silently asked what you needed.

You closed the small gap between you and wrapped your arms around his frame. He engulfed you securing you into his embrace. Your head rested perfectly on his broad, solid chest where you could hear the rhythm of his heart. There you two stood for how ever long it took, and you let the tears flow once again.

Bucky never judged you, and that’s something you loved most about the man who was currently holding you. Because with him you didn’t need to be strong all the time. You didn’t need to be perfect or put up a force of strength. No, when you are with Bucky you can be vulnerable and feel safe to do so. Because with him you feel all the burdens you face just wash away like the sea retreating from its shore.

Bucky was your sea, his hugs and gestures were the calm, soothing waves bringing you back down to touch the sand. And that’s something you appreciate more than anything else.

Not too long has passed and you found yourself grounded. He doesn’t say anything while he carries you to your shared bedroom where he gently lays you on the cool sheets.

By this time your body and mind are exhausted, but at the same time you find yourself much more relaxed. With a kiss to your forehead and nose, he drapes a blanket over you. And you are whisked away into a deep slumber.

Bucky watches you as he retreats from the room. You were finally resting, and now it was his responsibility to ease your worries as best as he could.

He managed to clean up the kitchen and make your favorite meal. He organized the apartment, feed Alpine, did the laundry and prepared lunch for you to take tomorrow.

When you woke up from that must needed nap and saw all the things Bucky had done, you felt like your heart was going to burst. It was those small acts of service that meant the world to you. And for Bucky, he would do anything to help alleviate your worries, because that’s what you do when you love someone. Just as he loves you.

After dinner, you found yourself back in Bucky’s arms and him holding you. There were a million things you wanted to say to him, but didn’t know where to start.

When you faced each other once again, your mind suddenly slowed down. Leaning in, you allowed your lips to touch his. Bucky didn’t hesitate returning the favor, and made sure to tell you all he felt in that moment.

When you two broke away, you found yourself staring once again.

“Thank you” a small whispered escaped from your lips.

He smiled.

“I got you”.

And you knew he always would.

[where-am-i-help]

Ok, then how about we increase cognitive capacity and the ratio of brain to body mass? If your concerned about how much energy this would take, we could also make further modifications to consume anything and be able to 100% utilize all the matter of the foods/objects consumed. You could even try to take someone else's body or the body of the deceased to do this. Maybe as you gain more power and more surface area for skin, you could continue consuming or collecting people to consume and integrate withing yourself while adding more and more spells? This could lead to a situation where some kind of parasitic hivemind forms that threatens to consume all of reality though. Hey actually this make a pretty good evil guy to fight against for a DND campaign! Or just a story ig

World where magic is activated via magic tattoos. The design and placement are important, but so is the size. Powerful wizards are all really fat because they're trying to get as much tatooable skin as possible

[soonwoosz]

arranged marriage! seungcheol x reader

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you didn't know how you landed in this position.

a tight, robotic smile on your face, both hands on your knees as your gaze switched from your mother to the lady sitting opposite her. it was hard to keep yourself from fidgeting too much

the ruffled lace on your neck constantly itched, courtesy of your mother who insisted you wear this top for your blind date in order to keep up your image as the 'perfect' daughter of a CEO.

just yesterday, you were still a single, carefree individual who could party in clubs with your friends whenever you wanted. today? you were the fiancè of the son of a partner your father had good relations with - funny how your whole life changed in under 24 hours

as soon as you realised what plans your parents had signed you up for, you didn't take that news lightly. it took hours of arguments, threats to cut off your relationship, and a whole breakdown for you to accept your current situation. and now, you just had to keep up the act of being an obedient daughter, and future wife to appease everyone at the table.

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your mother noticed your nerves, a hand landing on your thighs to stop them from shaking. she leaned slightly over, whispering a "Just a few more minutes, Mrs. Choi says your fiancè will be here very soon".

you sighed internally, only able to pray that your future partner wouldn't be an arrogant, narcissistic, ugly man that would be on your tail for the rest of your lives - just like all the other ones you've met during the few times you've joined your parents on their business gatherings.

gasp. what if, even worse, he's controlling!

being a wife was one thing, but being a wife AND having your freedom taken away? that was definitely a bigger problem.

your hands shook harder at that thought, coughing as you felt your throat dry up.

you took a sip of water from the wine glass, before standing up to excuse yourself to the washroom.

your eyes wandered around, desperate for an escape plan to avoid this wretched marriage. there was almost no way, however, with the security guards standing by the door of the restaurant.

you cursed, taking a left-turn away from the washrooms, to what you hoped was the back door of the restaurant.

a breath of relief left your mouth when the crisp winter air outside brushed your face.

the backyard was long and desolate, only filled with a few pots of flowers and storage boxes. compared to the luxurious exterior you saw on the outside when walking in, where there was a tall pagoda tree, and bushes of flowers lined the pathway with red carpet.

the restaurant was boxed in by tall walls, resembling the typical traditional korean houses; and with no other exits, the only way out was....up.

"Okay, all i need to do is leave this place and buy a plane ticket to london. they won't be able to catch me over there!"

you muttered out, grabbing the several plastic boxes and lining them against the wall.

it took 5 sturdy boxes, all stacked up on each other, for you to finally be able to reach and hop onto the top of the wall.

you were delighted, a genuine smile finally blooming on your face when reality hit you.

how were you going to get down?

when you heard a frivolous and gentle male voice spoke from below

"Where are you going, Miss?"

you looked down and saw a man with a handsome face. his black suit and dark, long coat made his skin look white and his figure defined; muscled arms, long legs and a broad chest.

he looked up at you.

"I..."

you were thinking of excuses for yourself in your mind, but you didn't know that your cheeks were already flushed.

"Come down when you've had enough fun, and I'll carry you back."

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