#anybody else having crazy dreams lately

[spicygrilledscorpio]

Sweet dreams - LN

Summary: Lando wanted to suprise his girlfriend but got suprised

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia, horny!Lando, sleepy!reader, slight overstimulation(?), pet names, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (i think that’s it let me know if i missed any)

Side notes: English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy❤️‍🔥

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Y/n went to sleep wearing one of Lando’s button-ups with nothing underneath. She doesn’t usually go to sleep full commando but since her boyfriend isn’t home, why not? Lando was out for the triple header, he just finished Barcelona and was supposed to go straight to Austria, but Lando decided to give his girlfriend a surprise.

Lando opened the door to his apartment slightly, tiptoeing his way through the dark room, careful not to wake her up. He cracks the door to their bedroom quietly, guessing she was asleep since it was pretty late at night. He made his way to where she was lying, looking down at y/n’s peaceful face…until something caught his attention.

Y/n was letting out some incoherent mumbling and panting but was still pretty much fast asleep. She was straddling a pillow, that’s what caught Lando’s eyes. He reached for the pillow between her legs to remove it and to his surprise, there was a damp spot on the pillow. Lando’s eyes widen as he looks down at his girlfriend, who is now rubbing her legs together from the loss of the pillow. He parted her legs slightly, staring at the glistening wetness and leaning down, placing kisses on both sides of her thigh. Meanwhile, Y/n was still very deep asleep.

“P-please, Lando” Y/n mumbled in a quiet tone but enough for Lando to hear

He looks up from between her legs to see that she’s still sleeping. She’s having a wet dream. This is a perfect opportunity for Lando to try out something they talked about for a while but never got the chance to try.

He moved his finger up and down collecting the wetness and then bringing them up to his mouth to taste. He’s pretty sure if y/n was awake and watching him doing that right now, she would be too embarrassed and try to cover her red face. However, she was still fast asleep right now, stirred a little but nothing else, allowing Lando to do everything he wanted to her.

Lando leaned down and lick a stripe from her hole up to her clit, making her breath hitch in her sleep. He starts doing kitten licks and placing kisses on y/n’s clit, teeth glazing it sending shivers down her body

“L-Lan?” She woke up and tried to close her leg in confusion, unsure what was happening.

“I’m here princess, go back to sleep and lemme take care of you yeah?” Lando shushed y/n and pecked her lip before lowering himself again to finish what he started.

Lando started to eat you out like crazy. If anybody sees how he is right now they would think that he was starved for days. The combination of y/n’s arousal and his saliva glistening on her soaked cunt as he continues to devour her. Sucking and practically “making out” with her clit as two of his fingers enter her and immediately start to move at a brutal pace, as his other hand moves up to toy with y/n’s tits. It was too much for her, hands desperately trying to find something to grab onto when they found Lando’s hair.

“I-I’m close Lan”

Her boyfriend didn’t reply but hummed into her soaked cunt, sending vibration to y/n’s already sensitive clit, adding up to the knot building up in her lower abdomen, pushing her over the edge. She grabbed onto Lando’s hair tightly as she cum, moaning out loud.

“That’s it sweetheart, good girl” Lando coos as he plants kisses all over her face. Just when Y/n was about to doze off again, she felt Lando’s tip squeezing into her tight cunt.

“N-no, I want to sleep” Y/n whines, closing her legs and trying to push Lando away

“C’mon, just one more for me ok?”. Lando coos as he grabs her hands and pins them above her head. With one thrust, he bottomed out in her. Lando let out a groan feeling her warm, tight cunt wrapping around his hard member.

“So good f’me huh baby” He whispers in her ear, feeling her clenching extra hard down on him. Lando started with slow but deep strokes, hitting y/n’s G-spot with every thrust making her moan out loud.

“M-more”

“I thought you wanted to sleep, no?” Lando jokes as y/n gives him a death stare.

“Your wish is my command, princess” He chuckled slightly as he increased his pace, hips snapping into her at brutal speed. The sound of skin slapping and wet noises from the combination of her arousal and his pre-cum fills the room.

“I’m close-“

“Cum for me baby” Lando’s hand sneaks down to rub her clit in a circular motion, adding more pleasure, and pushing her over the edge. Y/n let out a loud moan as she comes, clenching around and milking his cock. Lando pulls out and shoots his cum on her stomach.

“Did so well for me, gorgeous” Lando says as he pecks her lip quickly then runs to grab a towel to clean both of them up. After he’s done with the cleaning, Lando climbs onto the bed to cuddle up with Y/n.

“So what were you dreaming about earlier” Lando asks as Y/n hits his chest playfully with her palm.

“Some handsome guy teasing me”

[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 4 * mv1

you’re woken up in the middle of the night in cold sweat and max’s name at the tip of your tongue

pairings: max verstappen x reader

warnings: sad again :(

notes: i’m almost at 2k followers!!! i’ll be doing a sleepover event soon, so do look out for that!!!

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it feels so real, the way his hands are cupping your cheeks with his thumbs rubbing circles against the skin. “my darling.”

“max.” you come out in a whisper, your hands clutching onto his wrist. “don’t go.”

“i wouldn’t ever dare.”

wouldn’t ever dare.

that’s the words that woke you in a jolt, met by the darkness and stillness of your own bedroom. you stay in your position for a little bit, the weight on your chest making is slightly harder to breathe.

the effort to steady yourself is constant, but slow. there’s a tingling sensation where you think he last touched you, on your cheeks and by your neck. your lips are numb that you have to graze your fingers over it to make sure you’re really awake.

you exhale shakily, finally turning over to your side. you sigh and snuggle your face into the blanket. the picture frame of max kissing your cheek stands tall. it was his championship race from the 2022 season, right before he left the garage to start the race.

you couldn’t bear the thought of putting this one down. it had been a special moment with him, the thought of winning back to back championships seemed so silly in the beginning.

max doesn’t haunt your dreams often, even when you’d been pining for him. watching the championship sprint race wasn’t the best idea. you’d fallen asleep on the couch before it started and woke up with max’s face zoomed in on the screen.

it took everything in you not to send him a message, congratulating him on a win that was undisputedly his. every fibre of self control not to give him a call and ask him how everything has been.

you were curious yourself how the sprint had gone — you watched clips of him after the race looking drained. it almost brought you to his contact to call him, drowning him with questions laced with concern.

you wanted to be the one to press the cold towel to his forehead and essentially wipe him dry of his sweat.

you felt like a stranger to his life, and it’s killing you. you don’t know if he’s celebrating the championship with some other girl on his arm, sharing a tradition that only you two were aware of.

you can’t help but wonder if his champagne flavoured lips has been tasted by another woman and it makes your stomach churn at the thought of someone else having that luxury. a luxury that you seem to have dismissed too easily during your relationship.

but you realise it’s not really your problem, now that he’s just another ex-boyfriend; you’re just another ex-girlfriend.

your phone lights up on the nightstand, illuminating the picture frame. a small smile stretches your lips when you catch a glimpse of his lips smushed into your cheeks. not knowing what max is up to almost drives you crazy when you let it get to your head.

you now know nothing of the person you knew everything about.

it’s a bigger change than anyone cares to elaborate after a breakup. it’s a lot harder to deal with, but it’s something nobody ever talks about.

they tell you about the crippling pain of losing the love of your life and how empty the bed will feel without them. but nobody ever tells you how directionless and painful it will be when you feel yourself start to become a mere memory to them.

you slide your phone off your nightstand, reading the notifications that flooded your phone. you hadn’t expected anyone to be texting you so late, but you remember that half of the people you know are in another timezone.

danny ❧ not here for championship weekend? :( ❧ oh nevermind :/

the texts were 3 hours apart. you’re guessing that somewhere between those two messages, max had confessed about what happened.

alexandra ❧ did u text him?? ❧ it’s ok if u did…

but you still didn’t feel like talking to anybody. you drop the phone behind you and close your eyes.

a shaky breath passes your lips, max’s face flashing for a second — the face he makes when he’s across the room at a function and he spots you in the crowd unexpectedly. it’s very gentle and you can almost see the love oozing out of him when you’d caught it.

you open your eyes. you turn to your other side, now facing the empty half of your bed. you stretch your arm out and try to imagine the feeling of max next to you.

you try to remember what it felt like to be cuddled into his chest with his strong arm wrapped around your back. but it’s been so long since you’d been in such an intimate position with him, even before the relationship had come to its end.

sleep never came that night, the image of your love creeping up every single time you kept your eyes closed for too long. the sun had risen before you fell into a slumber, but max never left your mind even then.

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[yurinaa-world]

Could I request a the twst(anybody) with a Coppelia reader (Dirge of Coppelia from genshin impact)right when her dance partner got broken down while not her,she got transported to twisted wonderland, sometimes they catch her dancing alone, what would they react about her dancing, would they join her?

(For reference this is what she looks like)

Characters: Leona, Floyd, Malleus, and Lilla x Female Reader

Synopsis: With Coppelia reader, when her partner breaks down while not with her she sometimes dances alone and they dance with her.

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, and maybe ooc?

Notes: I'm sorry for this being late, I've been burned out with work :((

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇

Leona, I just thought you were another weirdo; there’s a whole bunch of them at Night Raven College, so there was nothing different about it, but you always seem sad, like, he gets it, nobody wants to be here listening to lectures.

But you looked like you'd cried a river full of tears; your voice sounds so horsed; he tries to pretend that he doesn’t care, yet here he is doing exactly that.

When Ruggie tried to wake up Leona, he gave up after a long while, leaving him in the botanical garden and waking him to see someone dancing. That someone is you. Wasn't this the first time he’d caught you dancing alone?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You hear a yawn from behind, stopping your dance and looking behind to see Leona lying against the tree of the botanical garden, looking back at you. "Ain't it boring to do the same dance over and over again?" Leona asks, his voice laced with sleep. You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

"Oh, not at all! When a dance holds meaning, you can never tire of it. Well, I usually have a partner, but he's gone," you say with a sad sigh.

"Dance with me then," Leona suggests getting up from the ground, grabbing your hand, and interwinding your fingers together. "I'm not telling you to dance with me, you know, and this dance is really difficult!" you tell him with a smile.

"I've never been more attentive to anything in my life. Teach me," he grins back at you. "Alright then, just follow my lead and keep close to me, okay?" You ask him, "Alright then," and he nods back to you. You take a deep breath and slowly start your dance step by step, making sure you move in sync with him.

𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓎𝒹 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽

He’s seen alone crying, doesn’t say anything, and leaves you alone. Later, he grabs you and just takes you away to hang out with him; no, you don’t have a choice.

He's your biggest fan, and no one else can compare, but he doesn’t watch; he gets in there, grabs you, swings you around, and calls it dancing.

If he's in the mood, he’ll learn from you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Come on, let's dance together, shrimpy!” Floyd intertwined your delicate fingers with his while spinning with a bright smile on his face. You smiled back at him, trying not to get dizzy. Before Floyd, let’s go with falling on your buttocks from the dizziness.

“Shrimpy looks so funny and all dizzy!” Floyd laughs while you laugh along with him to humor him a little. “What did you think? Wasn’t it fun to dance with me?" He smiles, showing his sharp teeth.

“well Floyd I don’t think spinning around is dancing,” you mutter. “huh?” You hear him say his smile, stopping before grabbing your hands and pulling you up in a quick motion.

You gasp as he pulls you up. “Then show me how to dance. I want to see you do those pretty twirls!" He said he was grinning like crazy.

“I would love to teach you.” You smiled back.

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓊𝓈 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒶

10/10 right here. I just have to say he would be an amazing dancer, and I mean,  it would be a dream come true to dance with him (for me, it would be a dream).

He’s so mesmerized, you can dance too! So, want to dance with him? Yes or Yes. Man probably saw you dancing one night, then afterward went back to his dorm, thinking about how to ask to dance with him, like he needed to ask.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“A dance with you, child of man?” Malleus with a smile on his face asks you to hold out his gloved hand for you to take whilst you are outside of the ramshackle dorm, the cold wind making shivers yet you can’t help but be flustered by the sudden question.

You blush, not because your heart was pounding in your chest, not because of the way he had been smiling at you—though that had made your breath hitch and your cheeks flush—taking his hand, feeling the soft glove, “Of course” you smile as he placed his other hand on your body.

Slowly moving together, you can’t help but look away from his face, looking into his eyes—such bright green eyes so unreal to look into, it just freaked you out and made your head spin.

“Don’t look away.” You hear Malleus making you look back at him with a bit of surprise.

 “I won’t,”

𝐿𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶 𝒱𝒶𝓃𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝑒

Father like son, 10/10 amazing dancer, he’s learned every type of dance there is to know.

He’s seen you dancing and also scared the hell out of you while you were making it to the main part. You just open your eyes and find his face inches into yours, making you shriek and fall backward.

Since that happened, he’s always come to watch you dance. Only sometimes since he likes your frightened face it's quite cute.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Feeling the wind in your hair made you feel alive. The weather was just calling for you to dance in the open. The tree leaves were rustling. With you dancing without a care in the world, you were also trying not to worry about anything or anyone right now.

“a smile as beautiful as a flower,” a voice you know t well be Lilia, of course, his voice making you completely ruin your rhythm and jumping forward, looking behind to find him—hanging like a bat with a smile.

“You scared me!” You huff, clenching your chest before sighing, “If you don’t mind me intruding, may I ask for a dance with you?" Lilia asks, holding a hand out after standing on his feet instead of hanging.

“You could have asked before scaring me, but sure, I would love to dance with you.” the smile returned on your face with you taking his hand—before he kissed your hand, making you blush a little.

“I like how cute your face looks.”

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[emmatgc]

Wonderful World Part 9

I Found Love (where it wasn’t supposed to be) 

Seon Yul POV 

“And I've moved further than I thought I could

But I missed you more than I thought I would

And I'll use you as a warning sign

That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me” 

This is Seon Yul’s current favorite song listening to it upon arriving at their rented dorm just outside the hospital they will be studying for a short course. This is on replay button. He can’t help but feel this is his song for her and towards her. It is 1pm in Germany, and it is 8:00pm in Korea. He wasn’t able to call upon landing an hour ago since everything went fast when they were fetched by the dorm master and showed their place. He doesn’t want to be rude and all, so he just texted Soo Hyun, smiling like a teenage boy “I’m here” and I miss you already”. 

He is now sitting and wondering if he calls her since its kinda late at night 

“I don’t know exactly where this feelings of mine started for HER. When my Mother told me to stop my revenge plans years ago, God, it feels like a decade ago but still raw.  All I wanted was to ruin her and make her feel the pain I was feeling. It started with a lie, everything. It wasn’t coincidence, I planned everything and somehow, the outcome was something I didn’t anticipated. I fell in love with her not knowing it was love. They say the opposite of love is hate and I believe that’s what happened to me. I tried to move on, and moved out away from her after that fateful day I went to her book signing event. That was 6 years after and I still felt the same. I was scared but I was sure. I wanted her. I don’t want anybody else. Hells be damn. I’d be lying if I didn’t feel conflicted. She killed my Father so how I can love her? It is twisted. I know. I wish I had answers but I don’t and I don’t care. Still, I would be fine if she didn’t love me back because the last thing I wanted is to force her and hurt her. We bleed the same. Now, she is saying we should give it a shot. Now, I am more than scared that I ever was. True, I want her but do I deserve her, really? What should I do now? God, I am acting like a greenly teenager having a huge crush on a teacher. Haha She is like a strict teacher in my eyes and I always have a thing for strong older woman. It is the reason I didn’t have girlfriends really and those younger than me, I treat them as lil sisters. I was attracted to more mature woman and Soo Hyun is just perfect. She is perfect. She was my torment but now she is my savior”

Checking his phone now, thinking of calling her… he continued in his thoughts 

“When I saw her at the airport time froze. I froze! I cannot believe my eyes. Is this some joke or am I dreaming? Then she hugged me and there it made sense. It is real. Honest to God, I wanted to kiss her right then but I held back for her sake. I didn’t know if she was ready. People say Im crazy but indeed I am. Now that I have her, or shall I say, we have a chance, she didn’t say she loves me yet, or is in love with me, we will take it slow like she said. Im happiest that I’ve ever been and I don’t want this to end. This is something new and everything is uncertain but she said “yes” to a chance and Im gonna try my very best to make her happy. I am sure of my feelings, the question is, will she be able to love me back?”

Soo Hyun POV

It is 8:00pm now, and Soo Hyun was restless and nervous. Will he call? Was it true, what happened at the airport? Maybe I am dreaming, maybe its all a bad joke. She is rumbling by herself. Then, her phone rang 

“I’m here and I miss you already” 

She dropped her phone and thank goodness she is in a couch. Her heart fluttered and her stomach felt butterflies. My gosh, she said, I am acting like a teenager! What should I reply then? Should I reply? Maybe tomorrow since its late already, he needs to rest but wait, our time zone is different now, she realizes. She prepared herself a tea to calm her nerves and it allowed her to think. Think about him and what happened at the airport. 

When Yoo Ra told me they were going abroad, I was shocked and I admit, I was feeling weird. Was I jealous? I know Yoo ra likes him. But I cannot stop thinking about him since he left the orphanage and I tried to stop thinking about him but I can’t. Im too old to feel this way. He is way too young for me and I….I killed his Dad. How can he love me like that? It is crazy. He is crazy. Whats crazier? Why am I feeling this way too? I want him but I know this is wrong. Who dares love the killer of his dad? This is some punishment from the Gods! Yet, if this is a sin then I guess I am willing to take. I want to be happy and I want to move on. I want to choose life and happiness and he….he makes me happy. I don’t know why and how but he does even those years ago, when we were at odds. I cared for him a great deal already. Not as guardian but as person, as a woman, too. Seon Yul didn’t know, I called the hospital and got Yoo Ra’s contact number. I lied that it has something to do about their work at the orphanage but really it wasn’t. We talked. She said “you are both crazy for each other and so if you have any feelings for him, then go with me at the airport and say it directly to his pretty damn face! Yoo ra is great. She is feisty. She should be the one with Seon Yul but He likes me instead. He is in love with me, he said. I like him, too. I want him in my life but truly, I am not sure if this is the same love I had for my husband yet. He was the only man in my life for a long time. But, I had to give my heart a chance this time. Gosh, am I doing the right thing? We bleed the same. The song I love entitled “where is my love” the lyrics there “Don’t she know, we bleed the same” hit me when I listen to it. When he was scared, I wanted to comfort him. When I was scared, he wanted to comfort me. He is like me with all the pain, the agony and sufferings. We can heal each other. We can move on. Together, we can. 

Drinking her tea..she continued “When I saw him at the airport, for the very 1st time, I found him so handsome. My heart skipped a beat. My goodness, I was crazy and acting like a school girl in front a crush! He is like the boy next door type after all. You know the guy across the street. Very pretty, handsome but really prettier than me. Haha.. I can sense his shock and disbelief and I wanted him to feel secured that I am giving this, Us…a chance. I like him and I want him to stay in my life. I don’t know how , or when it will stop of if I will stop but for now, it is what it is. I finally admit, I like him, too. I cannot deny it anymore. 

 It is 2pm now in Germany, Seon Yul is settled and he is worried because she didn’t replied. Is she asleep already? It is after all 9pm. He was about to call it a night when his phone rang… “I am glad you are there safely. Have you eaten? Don’t forget to eat promptly.” 

Haha he laughed. She is always thinking about feeding me and still so proper in her texts! Their “feeding” moments started the very 1st time they got to know each other. They talk over food and it made Seon Yul like her all the more. Seon Yul’s eyebrow slightly raised because she didn’t say she missed him back but it is ok he said, one step at a time. Trust the process. He wanted to reply “goodnight” already since he worries she might stay late if they still talk but he has to try. The boy has to try. He misses her already and he just wanted to hear his voice. 

There were 3 rings and finally, she answered. Seeing her phone rang and his name sent shivers to Soo Hyun. She is so nervous. 

Hello? She said. Hi, he replied.  Both were smiling. 

Seon Yul held his breath and there will silence. As always, Soo Hyun, the “mature” of the two, as she says it herself and she takes pride in it, ask how is he. 

How are you? I am glad your plane landed safely, Seon Yul.

It was a good flight. How are you? 

I am good. Im about to rest. 

Oh, Im sorry , I shouldn’t have called. We can..

NO, its ok. I am glad you called. 

Butterflies felt in his stomach. She is the only one who ca make him feel that way.. So…he said, he cleared his throat. Sorry, I don’t really know what to say, I’m such a mess. Im nervous, Soo Hyun. 

She laughed and replied “I am nervous, too. We are both crazy”. 

We are hahaha 

Have you eaten? You haven’t answered me yet. 

Do you miss me? You haven’t answered me either. 

Both answered simultaneously “I have, said Seon Yul and I do , said Soo Hyun. 

He has eaten and she misses him. 

Both seemed happy with their replies. 

Soo Hyun? 

Yes? 

What are we now? 

Hmmm… I don’t know. 

You don’t? 

I..am not sure but, exclusively dating? 

Seon Yul smiled so wide. His face is gonna hurt if he won’t stop smiling. 

Ok. 

OK? 

Yes. OK. We are dating. Exclusively. 

You don’t sound happy, Seon Yul? 

I can show you how happy I am but it won’t be appropriate Soo Hyun 

She shivered again. She finds him sexy just this instant. 

Is he flirting with me? Soo Hyun wonders. 

He sense the tension and maybe the shyness of Soo Hyun, and he broke it off, still smiling. 

We will take this one day at a time. Nice, easy and slow Soo Hyun, don’t worry. 

They thought they will talk for a minute or two but ended talking 2 hours. They talked about his room in Germany. She was pleased to know the decorations and such. He told her about his scholarship and she was very much impressed. He loves impressing her.  He asked about the orphanage and it seems they are comfortable as they can at least for now. They are friends after all and to level up, is another thing. 

You better rest and sleep now, Soo Hyun. 

Alright. Goodnight Seon Yul. 

Take care please? She added. 

Always. Goodnight and I…I love you. 

You are playing dirty, Seon Yul. 

I’m not. You are. 

See you, I mean, let’s talk again tomorrow. 

Someones excited to see me home already huh.mm

Let’s put the phone now, she said and embarrassed. They both laughed 

Goodnight. Goodnight.

They finally put the phone down and she slept. He on the other hand has to prepare for a meeting. They are now somehow together. They are exclusively a “thing”, dating” They like that word. 

For 5 weeks, the long distance “Sort of relationship” they have was a challenge but not a big one. Yet for Seon Yul, he started missing her so bad already. Seon Yul had a great time in Germany and in his last few days, he was ready to go home. He wants to see her so bad already. 

Yoo Ra will have a different flight and different day to go back. She will stay over for another week. Seon Yul can’t wait to go home. He wants to bring something for her. Yoo Ra helped him tour the city. 

“I meant to ask you, did you and Soo Hyun talked? That day at the airport. How did it happened? 

Yoo ra being funny and jealous of Seon Yul being in love and she, still single, said “I told her if she won’t pursue you, I will?” 

You did what? Seon Yul, about to get furious

Hahahaha..she laughed so hard. Relax, greenboy. I was joking. To cut the story short, we talked. Girl talk. That’s all. So, stop asking already. 

He bought her a cashmink scarf from FRAAS, an 18th century famous german brand. She likes scarfs and he wants to put it on her. Winter is coming and he also bought her a jacket and scented candles. He bought also Kaweco Fountain pens. Of course pens, he said! She needed pens for writing and book signing. Yoo ra can’t help but laughed at him. “You haven’t even bought 1 thing for yourself and Soo Jin, you are a bad friend, Seon Yul” She smacked him at the back. 

He bought a tea set for himself and wanted that tea set for them to use when she visits his home soon. He imagines Soo Hyun having tea at his house. He also bought basic building blocks for the kids in the orphanage. HE never bought a lot for someone ever before. Not even for her mother or father. He has it bad, he thought. 

Yoo ra bid goodbye and they will see each other in Korea next week. 

Seon Yul was packing when he heard his phone rang. 

It is Soo Jin 

Hey bro! I heard you are arriving tomorrow. I want to fetch you but I believe somebody is fetching you tomorrow, right? I don’t want to be the third wheel. Haha, Yoo ra said the same thing. Ill see you soon! Im gonna be mad if I don’t have a gift, bro! 

Seon Yul laughed and thought to himself he has the best friends in the world. Another less to worry in this crazy world they have now entered. 

Soo Hyun texted Seon Yul. “Ill see you tomorrow. “

See you tomorrow. 

I miss you… Seon Yul was shocked to read and he read it again to check if he is wrong or just sleepy right now. But it says right there, she missed him. It’s progress, he said. He giggled. 

He replied “I miss you more. See you tomorrow!”

The next day, Soo Hyun was early. She was excited. She missed him dearly. He was gone more than a month and the yearning and longing was strong for him. She can’t deny it further. 

An hour later…there he is. 

He has arrived. All wearing his gorgeous smile , pretty hair, in white. She wants to run towards her but her feet seems stuck and she can’t move. He is back. He is now my…my Seon Yul. Distracted, Seon Yul hugged her first. He smelled her and squeezed her. 

“Hi” he said. 

Hello, she answered. Welcome back…welcome home. 

Yeah, it is good to be back. 

Let’s go, she said. 

Wait, he said. He took the scarf and put it on her neck. The fuchsia pink scarf. He bought 3 actually. You look beautiful, he murmur.

There, you are ready now. We are ready now. 

Where to? He asked. 

Anywhere with you? she replied.

He chuckled. Sounds romantic, he replied.  They both have huge grin and acting so in love. 

Let’s go. He held her hands. This time though, she interlocked her fingers in his. They were holding hands, properly and romantically now. 

The dating era is about to begin. 

Indeed, they both found love where it wasn’t supposed to be. 

Note :  I do back up research on this story ever since just because also I am a researcher myself. From the places in Korea to the songs, the inspiration and just currently, about Germany, and its famous hospital areas and gifts. Originally, I intended for this to be a 1 shot story but I want to honor and craft slowly this slow burn love story of our favorite characters. They deserve it. I hope you are feeling what I am feeling. I surprisingly enjoyed this for months now. Writing this one, my ever 1st fanfic is very challenging but enjoyable. Now, instead of 10 chapters, this would be probably be 12 at least. So, thank you for sticking with my story. You don’t know how much it means to me. Here and on X (twitter) thank you so much for your support! Next chapter is called “Secret Lovers”. Enough said, the title is everything and more. See yah!

[runningfrom2am]

on the one screen in my town; three

summary:

mason’s life with drew was absolutely perfect, she was happier than ever; until everything came crashing down all at once.

tags/warnings:

drew starkey x fem!popstar!oc, drug and alcohol use, death, grief, these tags are not exhaustive, idk i'll add to this as it goes on.

wc: 2.9k

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The extremely private funeral was only a few weeks later, and Mason was hardly herself anymore. Anyone who knew her could see she was just a shell of herself, hardly there, even when she spoke.

They managed to get a large, private estate in Washington, near her mothers home town, where Mason had grown up. This was perfect for the service, considering it was remote and by exclusive invite only. The last thing anybody wanted was photos or people showing up to ask questions. The media knows almost nothing at this point, just that something has changed and all of Mason's projects have been postponed. Spare, so far, her and Drew's wedding, which was scheduled to take place in two months and thirteen days.

Mason had been counting them down with a childish excitement, but now, as she stands over her mothers coffin, alone, she's dreading it. How can it go on when her mom won't be there to celebrate with them? She can't even imagine it.

"Mason.." She looks up quickly, turning to see Drew as he walks up to her. "It's gonna rain, we've got to head out." He says, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the side of her head.

Everyone else has left, including Este and her family, including Drew's parents, who were kind enough to make the trip from North Carolina, and including her father; and after waiting in the car for her for forty-five minutes, Drew decided enough was enough. He agreed to give her the time alone, of course he did, he wouldn't dream of saying no; but at this point it's not benefitting her anymore. Or him, to sit in the car and watch from a distance as she shakes and stares into space. It's hard to watch.

"Five more minutes?" Mason requests, not having the heart to look up at him.

"Of course." Drew nods, rubbing her shoulder gently. "I'm gonna stay, though."

She nods, leaning her head on his shoulder, lip quivering as she looks down at the coffin, yet to be buried. It's empty, she knows that, but that doesn't make it any easier for her to walk away.

"Jeez, Mace.." Drew sighs softly. He's never figured out what to say, he had hoped it would come to him eventually, but the only thing he's realized is that there is no right answer. Nothing can bring Catherine back, there is not a thing in the world he could do to make her feel better, and he feels so hopeless. "I miss her." He settles on, wanting her to at least know he kind of understands.

"I don't understand... I don't understand why." Mason chokes out, shaking her head and turning to bury her face in his chest, hugging onto him like her life depended on it. It was a car accident, of all things. Wrong place, wrong time. Why did it have to be her?

Drew just shakes his head. "I don't know. She's not gone, though, hey?" He makes sure she's listening, kissing her head again. "She's gonna haunt us like crazy, she could never leave you." He laughs slightly, trying to make her smile.

It works only a little bit, making Mason laugh slightly through her tears. "True. She's gonna be throwing eggs at me if I forget to eat breakfast." She adds, nodding slightly.

"I don't doubt it for a minute." Drew smiles, craning his neck to try and get a look at her smile. He's missed it, she hasn't smiled in weeks. They haven't really talked about any of this yet, but Drew knows he has to wait until she is ready. She's getting there, he can tell. "Can I take you home? I've got to get you fed before Cath uses her ghost powers to try and make you spaghetti or something."

"No." Mason shakes her head. "I hope she does."

"Okay, well, you can explain your late dinner to her so she doesn't come after me." He chuckles, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Three Years Ago

"Mason! I saw on Twitter that you went on a date this week. Twitter! How dare you not call me first!" Catherine says, excitement clear in her tone as soon as her daughter picks up the phone.

"Hi mom." Mason rolls her eyes playfully, dropping her hand to put it on speaker so Este can hear as well.

"Hi Ellen!" Este says, instantly putting her phone down to join the conversation. When they first met, Este had mistakenly remembered Catherine's name as being 'Ellen', and it was just too funny for the three of them to ever let go.

"You can't distract me! Tell me what's going on." Her mom says, making Mason blush and Este grabs the phone from her.

"Oh my god, Ellen, he's a dreamboat! Okay, so, his name is Drew, they met at that premiere I brought her to. That Netflix show I'm working on, Outer Banks? He's in the show. He plays Rafe."

"Oh yes, right. Okay." Catherine laughs, urging her on as Mason buries her face in her hands, shaking her head with embarrassment. "I haven't seen it yet Este but you know it's on my list."

"Yeah, of course! Anyway, you should have seen them, he was like all over her! I'm pretty sure he pretended to 'accidentally' bump into her so they could talk. It was so cute." Este gushes. "Hold on! There's pictures, I'll send them to you."

She grabs her phone again to find the pictures as Catherine fires questions at them. "What did he say? What's he like? Where did you go? Tell me everything I can't wait another minute!"

"Okay, mom, slow down." Mason intervenes. "It was just one date, it's not like he proposed or something."

"Well sorry for being excited! I didn't know that was a crime." She replies with a sassy tone.

"It's not. I just, I don't know. I don't know if I'm ready for another relationship, so I don't know if I'll see him again."

"Oh, shut up." Este says, rolling her eyes at her friend. "He's amazing. Seriously, he looks at you like you're the only girl in the world. Don't push him away because you're scared. Brady was a jerk, Drew's not like that."

"Okay but how do you know?"

"Uh, I don't know, maybe because I've worked with him for two years now?"

"No, you haven't, you've worked with Madelyn and Madison for two years. He was just occasionally around."

"Exactly, if there was any red flags about him they would have told me. I know all the tea, trust." Este insists, scrolling away on her phone looking for all the pictures of Drew and Mason from the premiere. "For example, okay, Rudy and Elaine? They're like, totally on the outs. They don't even know it yet but the rest of us can all tell. She's not great to him. Also I knew about Chase and Madelyn's break up before he did, okay? You always trust the makeup artist! I know everything, but with Drew? There's never been anything. No drama, no one has had a bad thing to say about him ever. Also, Ellen, I just sent the pictures to you."

"See! Honey, just give him a chance." Catherine agrees and Mason sighs. "Oh! Oh gosh, these are so precious! He's very handsome, Mason."

"Ugh, mom!" Mason groans, throwing her head back against the couch cushions.

"I'm not giving you a choice. You need to keep seeing him, it'll be good for you. Just one more date if he asks, then you can do whatever you want. Just give him a shot." She says seriously, pleading with her daughter at this point to at least try.

"I'm glad you say that because he did already ask!" Este tells her. "Mason just hasn't called him back yet."

"Of course he did! You're amazing! You're beautiful, you're so kind, I can't imagine that he wouldn't want to spend more time with you, Honey."

Mason sighs, cheeks totally red and she nods. "Okay, fine, mom. You've convinced me. I'll call him back."

Six Months Later

Drew's bouncing his knee rapidly as Mason drives them down the quiet block, on their way to her parents home in a small town in Washington. "Nervous?" She asks him with a giggle, looking over as he stares out the window.

"No, what makes you say that?" Drew replies, quickly ceasing the movements of his leg.

"Just a hunch." Mason shrugs. "But if you were nervous, I'd say 'Don't worry, they'll adore you'." She assures him, turning onto her block.

"This is it!" She smiles, and he tenses up as she slows down, pretending to pull over.

"Shit, okay, I'm scared." He admits, making her laugh.

"I'm kidding. That wasn't even the house." Mason giggles, pulling out onto the road again.

"Screw you." Drew laughs, shaking his head. "That's not funny, by the way."

"Okay, okay. Sorry. This actually is it though." She says, taking a right turn into the driveway.

"Oh god." Drew groans, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. He doesn't even know why he's so nervous, he just wants to make a good impression, but Mason has told him time and time again that they already have a good impression of him based on everything she's told them.

"Watch this. We have about five... four... three..." As Mason counts down, unbuckling her seatbelt and watching the front door of the small ranch home, which suddenly flies open and her mom comes running out, straight up to the car. "Yep, told you." She grins over at Drew, opening her door and stepping out.

"Mason! Oh, I missed you so much!" Catherine smiles, pulling her into a tight hug and kissing her cheek.

"I missed you too..." She smiles, hugging her back and looking over to her dad who is standing against the door frame with a smile on his face. He gives her a quick wave which she returns behind her moms back, before her mom is letting her go.

"Oh, you're Drew! Hi, dear! It's so good to finally meet you!" She's quickly at his side of the car, giving him a hug as well. Him and Mason share a look over her head, and Mason gives him two thumbs up as he chuckles awkwardly and hugs her mom back.

"It's nice to meet you, Catherine." He agrees as she lets him go.

"Oh please, call me Cath. Or Mom. Whichever suits you more." She waves him off, smiling up at him. "Geez, Este wasn't kidding, you are more handsome in person. And tall. My goodness."

"Oh my god, mom!" Mason laughs, blushing furiously as her dad makes his way down the stairs.

"What? I just want him to be comfortable!" Catherine defends, patting Drew on the arm and walking around to the back of the car.

"And you think saying that will help?" Mason giggles, quickly walking up to her dad and hugging him as well.

"Well, I don't know I'm just being nice." Catherine insists, opening the trunk to get their suitcases out.

"I've got it! We're good." Drew insists, cheeks still flushed as he joins her, grabbing them out for her.

"I should probably help him, hey?" Miles whispered to his daughter with a smile and she nods as he nudges her shoulder.

"Yes please, dad." She whispers back, laughing quietly as he walks away, and Mason returns to the car to grab her purse out.

"Here, let me help." Miles says, grabbing his daughters pink suitcase off the ground. "Mason doesn't travel light, hey?"

"No she does not." Drew chuckles, shaking his head.

"Something wrong with that?" Her dad asks, serious now as he raises an eyebrow at Drew.

"Oh- no! Definitely not, sir. Gotta be prepared, you know?" Drew says, the blood draining from his face as he tries to salvage the situation.

"Dad!" Mason scolds him, and he instantly breaks character, laughing at the boys response.

"I'm kidding, don't worry." He laughs, patting his shoulder. "I'm Miles, by the way."

Drew laughs awkwardly, clearly getting minor whiplash from the situation. "Nice to meet you, I'm Drew." He says, repeatedly glancing up at his girlfriend.

"Let's get everything inside before it rains, yeah? We don't have all that beautiful sunny weather that you guys are used to in North Carolina and LA." Catherine says, taking a bag from Drew before he can protest and making her way back inside.

By the time everyone else makes it inside, Catherine is already on facetime with Este, who's back in LA. Mason doesn't know who was more likely to call each other out of the two of them. "Gosh, honey, you were right about him he is lovely!" Catherine says, turning as she hears the door shut. "Oh, here they are! Want to say hi?"

"You know I do!" Este grins, still laughing about how quickly Catherine called her to talk about Drew once they arrived. "Hey guys! How was the flight?" She asks as Catherine passes the phone off to Mason.

"It was good. Not too long." Drew shrugs.

"Yeah. I miss you, though." Mason adds, pouting at her friend.

"Well why didn't she come?" Her mom cuts in before Este can reply.

"Work, unfortunately." She sighs dramatically. "But I'm free next week, if you'll still want some more company."

"Yes, of course! Come up here any time, honey."

"You heard her." Mason agrees, smiling at her friend.

"Alright I'll see you on Tuesday, then." Este giggles.

Mason passes the phone back to her mom as she says she's looking forward to it, grabbing her backpack to bring to her room.

"I guess I should give you the tour." Mason says to her boyfriend, pausing and looking around the open living room and kitchen space. "Alright that's about it. My room is down here, same with the bathroom, and my parents room." She says, making Drew laugh as she heads toward the small hallway, Drew following close after.

"It's such a cute house." He muses, looking around at the array of artwork on the walls.

"You can say it's small, Babes. It's fine." She giggles quietly as they step into her room, throwing her stuff on her bed under the window.

"No, I meant like, the decor and stuff. It's very cute." Drew insists, smiling at her and then looking around her room, which clearly hasn't been changed since she moved out a few years ago, to live with Este in LA.

"Oh, well, my mom will love the review so please tell her." Mason smiles, sitting down on her bed and laying back dramatically.

"I don't know what I expected your room to look like, but it was almost exactly like this." He chuckles, standing in the door frame and taking note of all the posters on the walls, mainly Taylor Swift, One Direction, some of her favourites. "Have you met any of them yet?"

"I met Taylor once." Mason says, sitting back up and smiling at her big 'Lover' poster. "She was really sweet, she said she wants to do a song together sometime, maybe grab lunch. I have her number. I feel like she just pitied me, though."

"No way, she knows talent when she sees it. Clearly." Drew smiles, pacing into the room and sitting next to her.

"Leave the door open!" Miles calls after them from the living room.

"Dad!" Mason huffs as her cheeks turn red and she stands up, walking to the door and looking down the hall at him. "I'm not sixteen anymore, I'll shut the door if I want!" She laughs, then pretending to dramatically slam it before she stops it and closes it gently.

"Who'd you bring in here when you were sixteen?" Drew laughs quietly, cheeks turning slightly red as well.

"Guess." Mason laughs, sighing and rolling her eyes as she joined him on the bed again.

"I've got a pretty good idea." Drew admits, looking around again and this time noticing all the music awards on one wall next to the closet, smiling a little to himself. "Brady still lives here, doesn't he?"

"Yep. Him and his new 'girlfriend'." Mason says, using a mocking tone to refer to her. "Well, not new anymore I guess. It's been over a year."

"He's an idiot, if she was smart she would have left him by now." Drew chuckles. "I'm lucky he's so stupid, honestly."

"Me too. I wouldn't have found out otherwise." Mason chuckles. "God, it's so embarrassing." She groans and covers her face with her hands. Drew laughs a little with her, reaching out and running his fingers through her hair. She shouldn't be embarrassed. It's funny to laugh about a year down the line, but it's hard to think about what she went through- when the world was watching. He wants to make sure she never goes through anything like that ever again.

"Mason! Honey, mind helping me with dinner?" Her mom calls from the living room and she sighs, sitting up.

"Coming!"

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[pandas-nsfw]

Could I possibly request c!Dream smut with a winged male reader?

Preferably bottom reader with a praise kink and knife play if that's alright-

Of course sweetheart, thank you for requesting <3

Between the limbo of your feathers

C!Dream x Amab!Reader.

Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Warnings: Praise kink, Knife kink, Knife play, Bottom reader, “Songbird” used as a nickname for reader. Spanking (once)

C/N: I apologize for this coming out so late. No inspiration plus class starting for me in my country (law class) made it hard for it to end. I hope you enjoy this, my pretty sins.

He knew it was dangerous. Whenever he would like to admit it or not, be with you would only attract danger. Either to him or you, he knew the risk that it contained. He knew it too well, even for his own liking.

But he couldn't stop. His heart ache for you, and just craved more of your existence. Your attitude and personality, undeniable charming that got him locked between your fingers, as he slowly craved for more than just your attention. He lost it the moment your wings spread wide in front of his eyes.

Beautiful mahogany wings, spread open as you layed down in the middle of the forest. Grass and leafs slowly touching and decorating your wings. If it wasn't for his mask, anybody would have catched quite quickly how down he was for your mere existence, as his forest green eyes never once would stop staring at you, controlling that you were okay and afar from danger.

He stared with greed and lust, as you softly moved alongside the air. Your wings rustling against the dirt, your mind absent from whatever you where doing, just getting lost in the song the wind brought to you. And he loved every second he would see you move.

Your eyes found his presence, and the smile you gave him was enough to drive his whole mind crazy. He knew he wasn't in the right state of mind, god, he wasn't dumb. But there wasn't anything else he would do.

Slowly, soft but slowly, his hands found their way to your waist. Your wings jumped, as they were slight startled by the unexpected movement. But willingly you let yourself be drown into the blond's warmth, slowly dancing against the melody you found and he was following.

The moon shined brightly, and it was only then when you realized the time that had passed. You didn't notice when it turned dark, your mind lost away in the mesmerising dancing you both had.

His voice, shushed like who tells a secret, rasped next to your ear. Soft words making you shiver by how low they were. "Songbird..." He called you, the fresh air around you starting to tense. As your body was practically glued to each other. "Dream?" You mumbled back, your eyes fearing to leave his white mask.

"You dance beautifully, songbird", he hushed, his breath feeling even closer to your neck. "Why don't you show me how well you can move in other places?", You swore you heard the way he smirked underneath the mask. "That's a bit risky, isn't it?" You whispered, not looking away from him once. Not even when his hands started to travel slowly alongside your body; his slim fingers barely teasing your stomach all up to your chest.

"Oh, songbird, everything about you it's risky for me", he whispered in your ears, a sweet-like venom lacing from his tongue with ease. "That doesn't mean I'll lay back." You could feal his slicked tongue lick the lobule of your ear, stealing a broken gasp from your lips. "So? Whatcha say, songbird? Will you sing for me?"

You're not sure you never agreed to something that quickly.

×

You barely remember how the both of you ended up in a 'secret base' he had. All you knew is that the second you stepped forward you ended up layed down on what seemed a huge map engraved on a table. If you payed enough attention, you would have seen all the countries and who lived where.

But that kind of information didn't matter when you got a hot psychotic blond over you with promises of an unforgettable night.

Dream hummed as he stared down at your body laying down on the table. A sly smirk decorating his lips as one of his hands started to trail down your body. "Look at you, songbird~" he commented as he scanned you from head to toes, "looking so pretty underneath me," he reached near your ear as his left hand made its way to your wings, "left alone at my mercy."

His shushed tone made you unconsciously shiver, making him chuckle darker as he petted your wings. "If they were white you'll probably look like an angel, right now. Although they're prettier this way, don't you think?" He teased you, his lips making contact with your neck as words were whispered against your skin. You drowned a moan down your throat, making a pathetic whimper instead.

Dream seemed content with the sound, as you felt his smile grew against your neck. "Come on now, songbird, you can be louder than this can't you?" He mocked you. Grabbing you by your chin to make you look at him. You didn't know how, but you definitely thought he looked hotter.

He gave a little 'tuck' on your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. You nodded as he kept staring, only to be completely naked in front of him. Splayed down on the table like a meal for him to satisfy himself. Dream took you by your chin and kissed you; feeling warm coldness fuse against your lips.

You were drown on the way he moved and kissed you. The intoxicating way he touched you so calculated; nothing more than a mere winged puppet. A silent cry made you choke, feeling a silver cold against your skin. You felt him smile before breaking the kiss. "What's wrong, songbird? You were doing so good for me" he teased, innocently as if he didn't know what he was doing.

Your eyes tried their best to see the metal against your throat, his eyes following yours and chuckling at the realization. "Oh? You're searching this?" He showed you the dagger he was holding. You looked frightened, and as much as he loved to influence fear in others, making you fear him in such a heated situation wasn't ideal. "There's no need to fear, songbird, I won't hurt you..." He trailed off, giving small, soft kisses to your neck.

"You had been too good for me to even think of hurting you, that wouldn't be fair, would it?" He taunted, words growing deeper into your brain. "It's just to make it a little more fun, songbird, you just have to control your movement or otherwise..." He pressed the dagger against your neck, not making you bleed in the process. "This little dagger will stain your body with a wonderful crimson red" he smirked.

The idea was twisted. And if you weren't as lost as you were right now for that man, the idea should have been repulsive to you, not turning you on like it did. You whimpered softly, making him grin even wider. "I'll treat you good, pretty boy" he whispered in your ear, earning a swallow moan at the pet name.

×

You could felt his mouth moving expertly around your dick. Of all things you knew he was good at, you didn't expect that he would be this good at giving blowjobs. "D-Dream~" you groaned, one of your hands coming in touch with his golden locks. He hummed in acknowledge, sending vibrations down your dick, making you moan at the feeling. "D-Dream, fuck- I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum, please" you begged, whining at the lost of his mouth.

You stared at him with watery eyes, looking disappointed and upset for him stopping. "Come on now, songbird, don't give me that look" he hummed, taking you by your chin. "I can't let you come yet, if you're going to do it, it will be with my dick up your ass" he whispered in your ear, a soft whine escaping your lips. "Now, be a good boy and turn around for me, alright?" He mumbled, walking away from you to let you move freely.

Shakily, you turned around on the map table, exposing your ass to the psycho behind you. He loved it nonetheless. As his hands roamed your body and caressed it. "Mmm..." There was a low hum you could hear from him, "Your body is missing something..."

Next thing you knew, you yelped in pain as he started to carve something on your body. "Sh... The pain will be over soon, pretty boy" he mumbled, you didn't need to turn around to know he was smirking. "There we go".

Tears ran out of your eyes, your body trembling weakly as you felt his tongue —warm and slickly— liking your tights, carrying a warm liquid with him. You gazed back at him, seeing his tongue stained with blood. "Pretty thing" he muttered.

"W-What did you carve...?" You asked between sobs, the pain being too much for you body in that instant. The blond smirked as his hands came in touch with your body. "Why, I carved my own mark on you, pretty boy" he whispered in your ear. A soft whine escaped your lips at the possessiveness he was speaking with. "Now, everyone that tries to fuck your pretty body will know you belong to me, songbird."

You sobbed softly to the map, your body still reacting positive at his touch and sweet poisoned words. "Now, do I have your permission to ruin your pretty body in a pleasurable way?" He mumbled, his voice getting into you and going straight up to your dick, who twitched at the mere idea of being used by the blond man. "Y-Yes... Ruin me please", and that was enough for him.

You hear a small sound of a chest opening underneath the table you were exposed on, followed by the sound of a bottle cap opening. "I don't know if you ever have fingered yourself, songbird, but it this might hurt a little" he warned you, softly pushing inside of you a finger wet in some sort of liquid you didn't get to see.

A small hiss came out from your lips, he wasn't moving his finger until he felt you were getting used to the feeling.

The movement was slow at the start, speeding up bit by bit as he pushed a second finger inside of you. A soft moan came out from your lips, the feeling of Dream's fingers inside of you turning to feel better than you could ever imagine (not that you had fantasized about having sex with the biggest psychopath of the entire server for half a year, of course, who would have thought about that?), And he seemed to notice too. A third finger coming in and started to pound you as fast and deep as he could, purposely avoiding that sweet spot that could cause so much pleasure for you.

He admired how much of a wreck he was leaving you to be just with his fingers. All your sweet sounds reaching out for him in the best ways, it did fulfill his ego, probably more than it ever should, but as you kept on moaning and whimpering his name, with silent prayers for more, he felt like he actually deserved feeling this prideful about his work.

"There we go, songbird, sing for me, doing so good" he praised you, focusing on every little reaction your body made for his words and actions. "Such a good boy, taking my fingers so good, bet you'll be even louder once I fill you up like you deserve, hmm?" His words resounded in your mind, as if his words were the only truth your mind could process. "Yeah? Think you'll be able to take my cock as good as you're taking my fingers, songbird?" You helplessly nodded, moaning against the map as his fingers barely brushed your prostate.

"More, Dream, please, more". 'More' didn't meant the lack of fingers inside of you, but Dream did it anyway, scoffing at your whine for the loss of being full. "Whiny, don't worry pretty boy, you'll get filled soon."

You wanted to protest, but your throat betrayed you by whining as you felt something bigger than Dream's fingers make pressure against your hole. "D-Dream" you whimpered, your whines becoming louder as he slowly made his way into you, and fuck if he wasn't big. "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" you chanted under your breath, your breathing becoming shorter as you tried to get use to the feeling.

"So tight, songbird, first time feeling something up your ass?" He asked with a mix between mocking and genuine curiosity, his hands rubbing softly your hips as he waited for you to get used to him. You nodded then shook your head. "Fingers, it's all I had" you mumbled, your breathing becoming more steady. Dream gave you an acknowledgment hum, his eyes never leaving your body.

Your hips wiggled a bit, wanting Dream to move already. "Ready for me, songbird?" He asked in a sushed tone, still caressing your body like it was going to break. "Mhm, please Dream" you whimpered, being cut off at the end of your sentence by a soft moan.

Dream hummed, taking his time with you besides not being so patient himself. His hips rammed slowly against your skin, enjoying himself with the sweet moans you were leaving out. "Sound so pretty, song bird" he groaned, your hole tightened by the pleasure. "Relax dar', I'm not going anywhere" he hummed.

"More, please Dream, fuck me" you demanded, earning a small spank on your ass that had you gasping, you cursed yourself out for being turned out by that. "Come on now, pretty boy, don't be a brat when you're doing so good" he threatened, smiling to himself when he saw you nodding softly. "Won't happen again..."

"Oh, darling, I know that, you're so good for me, aren't you?" He taunted you, his hands caressing your tights as he kept on fucking you slowly. "I asked you a question, songbird, I would like an answer", you helplessly nodded, "I'm good, I'm a good boy for you" you whined, getting high on the feeling of being fucked.

That man surely was intoxicating.

"Good boy, I should recompense that, shouldn't I?" You could hear his smirk, and with no warning before hand, you cried out with your head on the table. Dream had started to fuck you faster than before, which meant he also went deep enough to drive you crazy.

"Fuck-!" You moaned as you helplessly tried to grab onto something. Adrenaline and the high of having sex starting to numb your brain.

"There we go, songbird, doing so good," he mumbled as he kept on searching for a specific spot. A loud moan, accompanied by your legs giving up, let him know that he had found that weak spot. A grin covering his lips as he decided to abuse such point.

Your head was completely dizzy, barely understanding what was happening around you as you felt Dream's dick fuck you endlessly. It was too much, but so good you didn't want it to end, it showed in the way your wings didn't stop moving up and down, barely hurting themselves in the process.

Your body, however, seemed to have other plans. Feeling the knot in your stomach warning you of it's soon release.

"D-Dream, gonna- ah," you got cut off with a moan as your head rested violently on the huge map.

"Close already, songbird?" He taunted, his hands standing firmly on your hips. "Mmm... Suppose I can let you come already, you've been so good for me," he hummed, dragging you closer to him by your hips. Ending deeper inside you in the process, your body was going to give up any second.

"Let go, songbird, cum for me," he whispered in your ear, like a dirty secret that sent shivers through your spine. "Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

Your body obeyed like a servant, coming untouched as Dream fucked you through your orgasm. Whining as he slowed his pace.

"Sh... Good boy, so good for me," he hummed as he caressed your back, letting you calm down from your high.

"Dre..." You slurred out his name, whining as you tried to move against his body. Dream didn't let you, keeping you on your spot with his hands. Not too harsh, but strong enough for you to not move. "Haven't cum..." You mumbled, the sentence making more sense in your head than your words.

"Don't worry about me, I won't abuse your body just yet, songbird," he stated, his hands travelling up to your hair to play with it. A soft smile crossed his lips, "Maybe next time, if you're good."

You didn't have any place to protest anymore, as his soft movements started to make you sleepy. Soon enough, you were completely defenseless next to the blond man, as you fell asleep on Morpheus's arms.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

What Would Your OC Sing at Karaoke?

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies and @strafethesesinners (thank you both so much)

Tagging: @corvosattano @adelaidedrubman @confidentandgood @strangefable @direwombat @derelictheretic @marivenah @shellibisshe @eclecticwildflowers @kyber-infinitygems (I know you already have a karaoke au) @detectivelokis @perhapsrampancy @schoute @poetikat @nightbloodbix @henbased @clicheantagonist @shallow-gravy @incognito-insomniac @dumbassdep and anybody else who wants to give this a go

So the idea of Kit ever singing karaoke makes me laugh because that’s probably the last thing she’d want to be noticed for. But in the off chance there was a no cult au and Staci and Joey got her drunk enough she just might

When it came to deciding, though, I got stuck on two choices from the same band. Kit is big on dad rock, and she has a lower voice, so I wanted something kept within her range and chose Heart

This one is just kind of funny considering how unhinged she is in her canon

And then this one would absolutely be the one she'd sing for a specific individual who may or may not be in the bar...

Cold, late night so long ago

When I was not so strong you know

A pretty man came to me

I never seen eyes so blue

You know, I could not run away it seemed

We'd seen each other in a dream

Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me, yeah

"Come on home, girl" he said with a smile

[theemporium]

[1.1k] snowy mornings, sleepy-heads and a sweet pure moment shared by two young lovers who have been through so much. 

.

You had expected your life to change when you moved to Beacon Hills in your sophomore year. 

Tall, impressive skyscrapers became cute, homely buildings. Bustling streets and zooming cars became quiet cul de sacs and handfuls of minivans. The city life you had become so used to for the last sixteen years of your life was long gone when woodland areas made up most of your new, small town home. 

But your life also changed in ways you never thought it would.

You never thought one late-night thought to drive through your new town would change so much. You never thought you would see a massive creature rushing out the woods and crashing straight into your car. You never thought you’d be lying there, in and out of consciousness, as a voice whispered “it’s gonna be okay, I’m so sorry” over and over again as a piercing pain could be felt on your arm, a power and feeling so indescribable erupting through your body.

You never thought the supernatural would become such a big part of your life, but here you were over a year later, as a fucking werewolf. 

Over the course of the last few years, you had seen many things that would seem inconceivable to anybody else. Supernatural amazements, crazy abnormalities and so much more. 

And the most unbelievable part of it all was that somehow you had managed to fall in love during all of this.

“Baby, wake up.” 

A low grumble could be heard from beside you. 

“Stiles, look!” 

A muffled response could be heard. 

“Stiles!” 

“What?” The boy finally lifted his head, blinking away the heavy sleep that was still clearly hanging over his head. “What happened? Who died?” 

“I–” you paused for a moment, your gaze shifting down to the sleepy boy beside you rather than the window you had been staring out of moments ago. “No one died. Why would you think someone has died?” 

“I don’t know,” he huffed out as he slumped back onto the bed, nuzzling his face against his pillow again. “‘s what always happens in this town.” 

“That…is actually pretty fair,” you muttered to yourself before reaching over, slapping his arm so he wouldn’t fall asleep again. “But no! So get up!” 

“Why?” he whined out like a child, sleep hazed eyes staring over at you. 

“Stiles, it’s snowing!” 

His eyebrows furrowed together like it took your words a moment to process in his brain and then he shot up. “What? But it never snows in Beacon Hills—” 

You grinned. “It does now!”

Stiles Stilinski couldn’t remember the last time it snowed in Beacon Hills. He must have been young: small, young and more thoroughly focused on hospital visits and sterile patient rooms than whatever was happening outside. He was more preoccupied on clutching his mother’s hand, resting against his father’s tired body as they waited for the doctor’s updates. 

After that, Stiles only remembered winters in the small town being cold and bitter and unforgiving, but it never snowed. It reached cold enough temperatures for them to have ice, maybe even cool temperatures where they could have nothing but slush. 

But never something like this—never a perfect, white winter. 

He could barely believe his eyes as he stared out the window, mind racing with a million different thoughts that he barely got a chance to even take in the picturesque image before a lump of fabric was thrown at his head. 

“Ow! What the hell was that for?!” 

“Get up! We are going out!” 

“But–But it’s snowing!” 

“Exactly, Stiles!” 

And despite his huffs and his eye rolls and his snide little comments about the good dream he was having, there was very little in this world Stiles could deny you. Having spent years infatuated with a girl who could never love him as much back, it felt odd to know that he had you—to know that young Stiles would have lost his fucking mind knowing he had a girlfriend as thoughtful and pretty and who loved him far more than he deserved. 

So yeah, he was still a bit pissy as he shrugged on his boots and zipped up his coat, but there was a smile growing on his lips as you pecked his cheek and quickly rushed out the house, calling his name. 

He watched the scene in wonder as you stood amongst the snow, face raised to the sky as you watched in awe as the small snowflakes fell to the ground. The way the nipping wind was undoubtedly colder than either of you expected, but you didn’t let it bother you as you took in the white wonderland around you. 

Stiles was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even have time to barge the snowball that was heading straight for his face. 

“Shit!” 

“Ha!” 

He shook his head, small clumps of snow clinging onto his eyelashes but all he cared about was the mischievous gleam in your eyes. 

“Oh, you’re fucking on!” 

It must have been a sight to see: two teens acting like young children as they screamed and squealed and yelled at each other, as they pelted each other with snowballs and laughed as the other hit the ground. It was almost like they were normal, like they weren’t two kids lost to the supernatural world of Beacon Hills. 

“You’re cheating!” he claimed with an accusatory finger pointed in your direction. 

You gasped. “I am not!” 

“You’re using your werewolf-y powers, that’s cheating!” Stiles only continued, eyes narrowed at just how fast you had been moving, how quickly you had been making the snowballs and dodging his, as well as how you were able to throw them with some force.

“You have a lacrosse advantage!” you countered, watching as the boy stopped in his tracks and gave you an amused look. 

“Hilarious, babe,” he deadpanned. “I’m rolling in laughter.” 

“You know I love making you laugh,” you said and flashed him an innocent smile. 

His eyes narrowed. “You’re cheating.” 

“And what proof do you have, Stilinski?” 

“I don’t need proof, I know you!” Stiles scoffed, almost offended by the comment. “I know my girlfriend just as well as I know werewolves. You can’t trick me.” 

“That doesn’t seem like cold, hard evidence, Stiles,” you said to him, your eyes flashing a bright, glow stick yellow but it was enough to have the boy sputtering in his spot. “Sounds like someone is a sore loser.” 

“But you just—” 

“Loser has to make hot chocolate!” 

“I just saw you–” 

“Close your mouth, Stilinski, or you’ll start catching flies!” 

“I knew it!” 

Yeah, maybe you were cheating, but you couldn’t deny that you loved seeing the angry little pout on his face when Stiles got riled up.

.

[jannwrites]

movie ask meme : JACOB'S LADDER (1990) directed by BRUCE JOEL RUBIN.

a selection of lines from the 1990 film jacob's ladder. modified slightly for rp purposes.

don't leave me.

yeah, you and everyone else.

fuck off! mind your own business!

i didn't want to wake you.

it is tomorrow. four a.m. how come you're so late?

why can't you remember their names?

they're biblical. they were prophets.

i don't let anybody call me that.

you're a real heathen, you know that, [name]?

you sold your soul, remember? that's what you told me.

is that the one who died?

sorry. it just took me by surprise. i didn't expect to see him this morning. god, what i wouldn't ...

he was the cutest little guy. like an angel, you know. he had this smile ...

i don't like things that make you cry.

it's amazing, huh [name]? your whole life, right in front of you.

they're gonna get me. they'll tear me to pieces.

i never hurt anybody when i was alive.

i don't understand you philosophers.

she said you were a son of a bitch and she regrets the day she set eyes on you.

i think she still loves you.

my brain is too small an organ to comprehend this chaos.

you know, you look like an angel, [name], an overgrown cherub. anyone ever tell you that?

this city is filled with creatures. everywhere.

they're like demons, [name].

it's the pressure, honey. that's all it is.

those guys tried to kill me tonight. they were aiming right at me.

says here the world's comin' to an end. the battle of heaven and hell they call it.

listen to me. i'm going out of my fucking mind here.

let me look at your hand.

according to this, you're already dead.

you are out of your mind, man. out of your fuckin' mind.

[name], you little devil. you never told me you could dance like that.

i wanna leave. get me out of here.

go to hell! go to hell, goddamn you!

if you go crazy on me you're goin' crazy by yourself. you understand?

there were all these demons and i was on fire.

i thought you said it was a nightmare?

i'm not going anywhere. i'm right here, [name].

come on, go back to sleep. you can still get a couple of hours.

you must have friends in high places, that's all i can say.

it's not worth it. you'll never win.

how many times can you die, huh?

god i hate this area. makes me nervous.

i'm not sure where i can talk anymore.

something's wrong, [name]. i don't know what it is but i can't talk to anybody about it.

you always used to listen, you know?

they've been followin' me. they're comin' outta the walls.

sometimes i think i'm just gonna jump outta my skin.

i don't know who they are, or what they are. but they're gonna get me and i'm scared, [name].

it's like i was coming apart at the seams.

they keep telling me i'm already dead, that they're gonna tear me apart, piece by piece, and throw me into the fire.

it's like they're crawling out of my brain.

he saw these creatures coming out of the woodwork. they were tryin' to get him, he said.

it's not worth goin' over again and again. whatever happened, happened. it's over.

i'm gettin' a headache just listenin' to you.

so tell me. am i still an angel?

this is your home. you're dead.

i'm not dead. i am not dead.

this is not a dream! this is my life.

i was in hell. i've been there. it's horrible. i don't want to die, [name].

you're a regular basket case, you know that?

you know what eckart said? the only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life; your memories, your attachments. they burn 'em all away.

they're not punishing you. they're freeing your soul.

i'm not here. you haven't seen me.

the truth can kill, my friend.

hey, i'm not the problem. you've got bigger problems than me.

don't fight it. it's your own mind. it's your own fears.

it's hard to believe that the world could be so hellish on day and like heaven the next.

i love you when you're angry.

hello, [name]. i knew you'd come here in the end.

your capacity for self-delusion is remarkable.

you're a real dreamer, you know that? only it's time to wake up.

if you're frightened of dying you'll see devils tearing you apart. if you've made your peace then they're angels freeing you from the world.

[joy-drops]

this mf long so don't tell me i didn't warn u

been in a rut for over a year

something something autistic burnout

idk the cause or the solution

just trying to survive each day as best i can

easier said than done when everything that brings me joy (ha) is behind a pay wall

that's capitalism baby~

found out fauna is going to the only anime convention i can attend on a reasonable budget.... but im already so broke....

I'd shell out the cash (debt) if it meant guaranteeing a spot at the meet and greet but they might not release info until too late when plane tickets are unaffordable ;_;

i wanna look forward to something because sustaining my sanity on retail therapy and getting high definitely is losing its effectiveness

brain always returns to the loneliness. i know its crippling but how much of my struggle is from that and how much is from my disability... they're both invisible which makes it hard to tell

would having a partner help that much? my gut tells me yes since ill have motivation to live if i have someone to share existence with but that feels like putting all my eggs in one basket and setting myself up for an unhealthy relationship

i like to think i won't fall down that path of toxic codependency like i have in the past tho im not crazy confident based on my track record

Which reminds me I've realized how appealing polyamory sounds to me but I'm terrible in groups I feel like I'd be overwhelmed with more than 3 (including myself) tho who knows what can happen

REGARDLESS i guess i gotta talk to people and make friends since i am incapable of socializing with the intention of dating (trust issues yippee)

i wish i had a crush at the very least. i bring this up often but i fucking miss the feeling of legitimate interest and attraction towards someone

How do I meet someone, become comfortable enough with them, and ultimately find a partnership that satisfies my insane desires???? maybe I'm putting the cart before the horse? Tackling too much at once? Something like that...

Imma be real the only reason I'm active on here is another mechanism to cope with this loneliness (akin to listening to asmr for instant happy brain juice + with the added benefit of "putting myself out there")

My strange fantasy that I'll meet people on here like I did years ago and magically hit it off

AAAAAAUGGHHHHH how did I do it back then it seemed so easy what happened to my social skills (trauma, probably)

How is it I work 2 days a week and am still drained constantly? when will I be free from sleepy bitch syndrome? it's like I've been running on fumes for the past year WHEN WILL I HAVE THE WILL TO LIVE AGAIN

i miss having someone to talk to frequently about everything

i have my besties but unfortunately knowing there's no sexual or romantic attraction there makes it hard for me to get past these barriers?? Is that weird? I wanna be able to be intimate with someone and close but for me that's intrinsically tied to sex and romance. I'm overflowing with platonic friendships to the point where I had to cut off a bunch and leave many people I care about hanging because I simply have no energy to exist anymore

I've been doing my best each day but it only gets harder

The only thing I have energy for is getting high and living inside the fantasies my brain can muster as a means to cope with how lonely I am

I dream of being hugged, of someone touching me, of being accepted for all my flaws and reassured that my existence isn't shameful. I live for the day these might become reality

Since as long far back as highschool I've yearned for intimacy

Physical intimacy specifically since the most I've done is hold hands and lil cute things like that I CRAVE SKINSHIP UNLIKE ANYTHING ELSE

Anyway if anybody made it this far hi feel free to confess ur undying love 2 me

[taylorswiftandx]

Taylor Swift and So

'Taylor Swift'

Picture To Burn: So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and crazy

Picture To Burn: So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time

Teardrops On My Guitar: Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see

Teardrops On My Guitar: Drew talks to me, I laugh 'cause just so funny

Teardrops On My Guitar: He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right

Teardrops On My Guitar: And there he goes, so perfectly, the kind of flawless I wish I could be

Teardrops On My Guitar: So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light

A Place In This World: I don't know what I want, so don't ask me

Cold As You: So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel something

Cold As You: Every smile you fake is so condescending, counting all the scars you made

The Outside: So how can I ever try to be better? Nobody ever lets me in

The Outside: And now it's all too late, so you see

Stay Beautiful: I'm taking pictures in my mind so I can save them for a rainy day

Mary's Song (Oh My My My): Take me home where we met so many years before

I'm Only Me When I'm With You: When I'm with anybody else, it's so hard to be myself

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Fearless: I'm trying so hard not to get caught up now, but you're just so cool

Fearless: So, baby, drive slow 'til we run out of road

Fifteen: Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool

Love Story: So I sneak out to the garden to see you

Love Story: So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while

Love Story: Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

Hey Stephen: So come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you

Hey Stephen: Hey, Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling so I got some things to say to you

Hey Stephen: I seen it all so I thought, but I never seen nobody shine the way you do

Hey Stephen: I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out and pull me near

White Horse: I had so many dreams about you and me

White Horse: Begging for forgiveness, begging for me just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry

You Belong With Me: Been here all along so why can't you see you belong with me

Tell Me Why: Well, I get so confused and frustrated, forget what I'm trying to say

Tell Me Why: Why do you have to make me feel small so you can feel whole inside

Tell Me Why: Why do you have to put down my dreams so you're the only thing on my mind

You're Not Sorry: You're looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know

You're Not Sorry: You used to shine so bright but I watched all of it fade

The Way I Loved You: He is sensible and so incredible and all my single friends are jealous

The Way I Loved You: You're so in love that you act insane

The Way I Loved You: And you were wild and crazy, just so frustrating

The Way I Loved You: I'm so in love that I acted insane

Forever And Always: And then you feel so low you can't feel nothing at all

Forever And Always: Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure

Forever And Always: So here's to everything coming down to nothing

Forever And Always: You didn't mean it, baby, I don't think so

The Best Day: I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean

The Best Day: So I'm taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today

Change: So we've been outnumbered, raided, and now cornered

Jump Then Fall: 'Cause I'mma stay through it all so jump then fall

Jump Then Fall: I've never been so wrapped up, honey

Jump Then Fall: The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry

Jump Then Fall: So jump then fall, jump then fall, baby, jump then fall into me, into me

Come In With The Rain: I've watched you so long, screamed your name

SuperStar: So dim that spotlight, tell me things like, "I can't take my eyes off of you"

The Other Side Of The Door: 'Cause I'm so mad, I might tell you that it's over

The Other Side Of The Door: So, babe, if you know everything, tell me why you couldn't see

Today Was A Fairytale: All that I can say is now it's getting so much clearer

You All Over Me: But I did, so I smiled, and I melted like a child

You All Over Me: So I lied, and I cried, and I watched a part of myself die

Mr. Perfectly Fine: Mr. insincere apology so he doesn't look like the bad guy

Mr. Perfectly Fine: So dignified in your well pressed suit, so strategized, all the eyes on you

Mr. Perfectly Fine: Oh, he's so smug, Mr. always wins, so far above me in every sense, so far above feeling anything

We Were Happy: And goodbye's so much harder 'cause we were happy

Don't You: You don't know how much I feel I love you still so why don't you, don't you

Don't You: So I'll walk out of here tonight, tried to go on with my life

Don't You: But I don't want to pretend, so if I see you again

Bye Bye Baby: I was so sure of everything, everything I thought we'd always have

Bye Bye Baby: There's so much that I can't touch

Bye Bye Baby: And I'm so scared of how this ends

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

Back To December: I'm so glad you made time to see me

Back To December: So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you, saying, "I'm sorry for that night"

Back To December: I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right

Back To December: So if the chain is on your door, I understand

Speak Now: So glad you were around when they said, "Speak now"

Dear John: Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by your dark, twisted games when I loved you so?

Dear John: But I took your matches before fire could catch me so don't look now

Mean: Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

Mean: Why you gotta be so mean?

The Story Of Us: So many things that I wish you knew, so many walls up, I can't break through

The Story Of Us: So many things that you wish I knew but the story of us might be ending soon

Never Grow Up: Your little hand's wrapped around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight

Never Grow Up: So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

Never Grow Up: At fourteen, there's just so much you can't do

Never Grow Up: So here I am in my new apartment in the big city, they just dropped me off

Never Grow Up: It's so much colder than I thought it would be so I tuck myself in and turn my night light on

Better Than Revenge: She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it

Better Than Revenge: They didn't teach you that in prep school so it's up to me

Better Than Revenge: Come on, show me how much better you are, so much better, yeah?

Better Than Revenge: So you deserve some applause 'cause you're so much better

Last Kiss: You told me you loved me so why did you go away?

Last Kiss: So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

Ours: So don't you worry your pretty little mind

When Emma Falls In Love: Well, she’s so New York when she’s in L.A.

I Can See You: They keep watchful eyes on us so it’s best that we move fast and keep quiet

Castles Crumbling: I was held up so high, I used to be great

Castles Crumbling: Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off

Timeless: And something in my head said stop, so I walked in

Timeless: And that’s when I called you and it’s so hard to explain

Timeless: So even in a different life, you still would’ve been mine

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

State Of Grace: So you were never a saint and I've loved in shades of wrong

Red: Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly

Red: Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all

I Knew You Were Trouble: I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now

All Too Well: So casually cruel in the name of being honest

All Too Well: 'Cause there we are again when I loved you so

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: Ugh, so he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you"

Stay Stay Stay: So I think that it's best if we both stay

The Lucky One: So overnight you look like a sixties queen

The Lucky One: And they tell you that you're lucky but you're so confused

Everything Has Changed: All I know is we said, "Hello," so dust off your highest hopes

The Moment I Knew: And it would've felt like a million little shining stars had just aligned and I would've been so happy

The Moment I Knew: But your close friends always seem to know when there's something really wrong so they follow me down the hall

The Moment I Knew: You should've been here, and I would've been so happy

Come Back... Be Here: The feeling you can know so much without knowing anything at all

Come Back... Be Here: If I had known what I knew now, I never would have played so nonchalant

Girl At Home: And you've been getting closer and closer and crossing so many lines

Babe: And it's strange how your face doesn't look so innocent

Message In A Bottle: But now you're so far away and I'm down

I Bet You Think About Me: The voices so loud saying why did you let her go

Forever Winter: He says, "Why fall in love just so you can watch it go away?"

Run: And my so called friends, they don't know I'd drive away before I let you go

Run: So give me a reason and don't say no, no

Run: So you laugh like a child and I'll sing like no one cares

The Very First Night: And so it goes, every weekend, this same party

The Very First Night: And so it was, we never saw it coming

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)'

Welcome To New York: The lights are so bright but they never blind me

Welcome To New York: So bright, they never blind me

Blank Space: So, hey, let's be friends, I'm dying to see how this one ends

Blank Space: So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames

Style: So it goes, he can't keep his wild eyes on the road

Out Of The Woods: Looking at it now, it all seems so simple

Out Of The Woods: To move the furniture so we could dance, baby, like we stood a chance

Bad Blood: So take a look what you've done, 'cause baby, now we've got bad blood

Bad Blood: And rub it in so deep, salt in the wound like you're laughing right at me

Bad Blood: Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I

Bad Blood: So don't think it's in the past, these kind of wounds, they last and they last

Bad Blood: And time can heal but this won't, so if you're coming my way, just don't

Wildest Dreams: He's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad but he does it so well

I Know Places: In the dead of night, your eyes so green

Clean: So I punched a hole in the roof

Clean: I screamed so loud but no one heard a thing

Wonderland: So we went on our way, too in love to think straight, all alone or so it seemed

You Are In Love: And so it goes, you two are dancing in a snow globe 'round and 'round

New Romantics: We're all bored, we're all so tired of everything

New Romantics: We're so young but we're on the road to ruin

New Romantics: So come on, come along with me, the best people in life are free

New Romantics: Please leave me stranded, it's so romantic

Now That We Don’t Talk: I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost

Now That We Don’t Talk: Truth is, I can’t pretend it’s platonic, it’s just ended, so

Suburban Legends: You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious

'reputation'

...Ready For It?: Younger than my exes but he act like such a man, so

...Ready For It?: I know I'm gonna be with you so I take my time

...Ready For It?: I'm so very tame now, never be the same now, now

End Game: You so dope, don't overdose, I'm so stoked, I need a toast

End Game: So here's the truth from my red lips

I Did Something Bad: So I play 'em like a violin and I make it look oh so easy

I Did Something Bad: They say I did something bad, then why's it feel so good?

I Did Something Bad: And I'd do it over and over and over again if I could, it just felt so good, good

I Did Something Bad: So I fly 'em all around the world and I let them think they saved me

I Did Something Bad: So light me up, light me up, light me up, go ahead and light me up

I Did Something Bad: So bad, why's it feel so good, why's it feel, why's it feel so good?

Don't Blame Me: I get so high, oh, every time you're, every time you're loving me

Delicate: My reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me

So It Goes...: But when you get me alone, it's so simple

So It Goes...: Getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face, so it goes

So It Goes...: You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you, so it goes

So It Goes...: I'm so chill, but you make me jealous

So It Goes...: Come here, dressed in black, now, so, so, so it goes

So It Goes...: Scratches down your back, now, so, so, so it goes

Gorgeous: You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much, I hate you so much

Gorgeous: You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face

Gorgeous: And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way

Gorgeous: 'Cause you're so gorgeous, it actually hurts, honey, it hurts

Gorgeous: You make me so happy, it turns back to sad

Gorgeous: You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: So, baby, can we dance, oh, through an avalanche?

Dress: Only bought this dress so you could take it off

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: It was so nice throwing big parties

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: Feeling so Gatsby for that whole year

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: So why'd you have to rain on my parade?

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: It was so nice being friends again

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: And so I took an axe to a mended fence

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things: If only you weren't so shady

Call It What You Want: So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

'Lover'

I Forgot That You Existed: And I couldn't get away from you, in my feelings more than Drake, so yeah

I Forgot That You Existed: And it was so nice, so peaceful and quiet

I Forgot That You Existed: And I would've stuck around for you, would've fought the whole town, so yeah

I Forgot That You Existed: It isn't love, it isn't hate, it's just indifference, so yeah

Cruel Summer: So cut the headlights, summer's a knife

The Man: I'm so sick of running as fast as I can

The Man: And I'm so sick of them coming at me again

The Man: They paint me out to be bad so it's okay that I'm mad

The Archer: I never grew up, it's getting so old

I Think He Knows: He's so obsessed with me and boy, I understand, boy, I understand

I Think He Knows: "So where we gonna go?" I whisper in the dark

Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince: We're so sad, we paint the town blue

Paper Rings: Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws, we wouldn't be standing here so, tall, so

Cornelia Street: And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away

London Boy: Met all of his best mates, so, I guess all the rumors are true

London Boy: So please show me Hackney, doesn't have to be Louis V up on Bond Street

Soon You'll Get Better: Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus, too

False God: Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you

You Need To Calm Down: And snakes and stones never broke my bones, so

You Need To Calm Down: 'Cause shade never made anybody less gay, so

Afterglow: Why'd I have to break what I love so much?

Afterglow: It's so excruciating to see you low

Daylight: There are so many lines that I've crossed, unforgiven

Daylight: I've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night

Daylight: And so I became the butt of the joke

'folklore'

The 1: We were something, don't you think so?

The Last Great American Dynasty: There's only so far new money goes

Exile: You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?

Exile: I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now?

Exile: I think I've seen this film before, so I'm leaving out the side door

Exile: You never gave a warning sign / I gave so many signs

Exile: So many signs, so many signs, you didn't even see the signs

My Tears Ricochet: And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

Seven: Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long

Seven: Passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long

August: So much for summer love and saying "us" 'cause you weren't mine to lose

This Is Me Trying: They told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential

This Is Me Trying: I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere

Illicit Affairs: So you leave no trace behind like you don't even exist

Invisible String: And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

Betty: So I showed up at your party, yeah, I showed up at your party

Hoax: You knew the hero died so what's the movie for?

Hoax: You knew the password so I let you in the door

Hoax: You knew you won so what's the point of keeping score?

'evermore'

Champagne Problems: You booked the night train for a reason, so you could sit there in this hurt

Champagne Problems: I never was ready so I watch you go

Gold Rush: Gleaming, twinkling eyes like sinking ships on waters, so inviting, I almost jump in

'Tis The Damn Season: So we could call it even, you could call me "babe" for the weekend

'Tis The Damn Season: You can run, but only so far

'Tis The Damn Season: So I'll go back to LA and the so-called friends who'll write books about me if I ever make it

Tolerate It: You're so much older and wiser and I

Coney Island: And if this is the long haul, how'd we get here so soon?

Ivy: Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand

Ivy: Spring breaks loose but so does fear

Ivy: So tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we'll become

Ivy: So yeah, it's a fire, it's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it, you started it

Ivy: So yeah, it's a war, it's the goddamn fight of my life and you started it, you started it

Marjorie: Never be so kind you forget to be clever, never be so clever you forget to be kind

Marjorie: What died didn't stay dead, you're alive, so alive

Marjorie: Never be so polite you forget your power

Marjorie: The autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much

Closure: Staying friend would iron it out so nice

Closure: But it's fake and it's oh so unnecessary

Evermore: I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore

Evermore: I had a feeling so peculiar this pain wouldn't be for evermore

Right Where You Left Me: And it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

It's Time To Go: So then you go, then you go, you just go

'Midnights'

Maroon: And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

Maroon: The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

Snow On The Beach: My smile is like I won a contest and to hide that would be so dishonest

You're On Your Own, Kid: I see the great escape, so long, Daisy May

You're On Your Own, Kid: So make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it

Midnight Rain: So I peered through the window, a deep portal, time travel

Vigilante Shit: So on the weekends, I don't dress for friends

Vigilante Shit: She needed cold, hard proof, so I gave her some

Vigilante Shit: And she looks so pretty driving in your Benz

Vigilante Shit: So on the weekends, she don't dress for friends

Karma: Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here

Mastermind: No one wanted to play with me as a little kid so I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

Mastermind: So I told you none if it was accidental

The Great War: Telling me to punish you for things you never did so I justified it

The Great War: Looked up at me with honor and truth, broken and blue, so I called off the troops

Bigger Than The Whole Sky: So I'll say words I don't believe

Paris: I'm so in love that i might stop breathing

Glitch: And I'm not even sorry, nights are so starry, blood moonlit

Dear Reader: So I wander through these nights, I prefer hiding in plain sight

Dear Reader: You should find another guiding light, guiding light, but I shine so bright

Hits Different: Each bar plays our song, nothing has ever felt so wrong

Karma (feat. Ice Spice): So I keep my head up, my bread up, I won’t let up, never

Other Songs written by Taylor

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: I’m so thankful for all of the girls you loved before, but I love you more

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: Now I call you “baby,” that’s why you’re so amazing

Beautiful Eyes: You're here, your eyes are looking into mine, so, baby, make me fly

Beautiful Eyes: So, baby, come hold me tight cause I, I want to be everything you need

Beautiful Ghosts: So I watch from the dark, wait for my life to start

Beautiful Ghosts: And so maybe this home isn't what I had known, what I thought it would be

Beautiful Ghosts: But I feel so alive with these phantoms of night

Beautiful Ghosts: And the memories were lost long ago, so I'll dance with these beautiful ghosts

Best Days Of Your Life: So I've got my pride and she's got you

Christmas Must Be Something More: So here's to the birthday boy who saved our lives

Christmas Must Be Something More: So here's something you should know that is for sure

Christmas Must Be Something More: We get so caught up in all of it, business and relationships

Christmas Must Be Something More: So here's to Jesus Christ who saved our lives

Crazier: There's so much more, I'd never seen it before

Crazier: And I wanted to know how that would feel, and you made it so real

Eyes Open: So here you are, two steps ahead and staying on guard

Only The Young: Only the young can run, can run, so run, and run, and run

Only The Young: So everyday now, you brace for the sound you've only heard on TV

Renegade: Is it insensitive for me to say, "Get your shit together so I can love you"?

The Joker And The Queen (Remix): So I kept my cards closed to my foolproof vest

Two Is Better Than One: So maybe it's true that I can't live without you

Two Is Better Than One: But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home: You're late again so get out the door

Official Alternate Releases

Teardrops On My Guitar (2006 Version): Drew talks to me, I laugh 'cause it's so damn funny

Better Than Revenge (2010 Version): They wouldn't teach you that in prep school so it's up to me

Ivy: So yeah, it's a fire, it's a violent blaze in the dark and you started it, you started it

Ivy: So yeah, it's a war, it's the fiercest fight of my life and you started it, you started it

[skullfck]

Dear Hawk,

Made it to Japan safe and sound! You'll probably have figured this out from the 50 billion photo's I've already sent you, but I needed to start this letter somehow. It's very late at night, I'm sitting in a self-service café, which I think is kind of a genius idea as someone with social anxiety and cannot speak a word of Japanese. I have a little book I'm using for little translations, but mostly I've just been staying quiet and following Delilah around wherever she wants to take me.

( By the way - we did end up going to the city for a bit but everything's fine. I know you worry about Delilah a lot and maybe you have reason to, things have gotten a little weird once or twice between the two of us before but she's never had bad intentions and she's always been really kind to me, so I think maybe you can give her a little slack? Just a thought. You're gonna think what you're gonna think regardless and I'm not gonna tell you you're wrong for that with whatever stuff has gone on between you, but yeah. Del's always been good to me. )

But anyways!! Usually the first thing I like to do when I'm in a new place is go to a café and people watch. Just to get the vibe. I did it in New York; did in LA, now I'm here and there's not really that many people to watch while I'm out right now, but I've been studying all day. For such a busy place it's so peaceful. It's chaotic and somehow perfectly organised all at once. I could spend more than a couple days here just finding all these little things to study... I wont though, not this time at least. Got too much to do with the book and everything.

I hope you like it, by the way. I don't know if you've read much of it yet or any at all, but I think it's even better than the first one. Maybe not as striking or as impactful but I think... I was sixteen when I wrote the first one. A lot has happened. If anything my vocabulary has probably improved.

Since everything that's happened I've been really confused about a lot of things and acting crazy trying to put things in their place. I'm sorry that I've added to the burden you're already carrying, you've been going through your own stuff and I've been horribly immature and made it all your problem, too. That's going to change, I hope. I already feel it changing. Travelling always does me good.

You'll roll your eyes at this: I dreamed about you on the plane. I don't really remember much but you were smiling and it reminded me of that night you carried me home and we talked and I think you really do know me more than anybody else in my life. I feel good about that. It feels good. I love you. Can't wait to give you a big hug next time I see you.

All my love, Willow. xx

This is Schrodinger's letter, meaning it both was and was not in his pocket when he threw himself off that cliff.

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 15: Strangers and Friends

This chapter brings us a new and exciting icon, by which I mean terrifying and awful. Speaking of awful, if you don't want to have literally every detail of this series spoiled, you should probably go somewhere else. I hate to see you go, but I'd hate your complaints even more so begone!

Anyway. Chapter icon. We get a sunburst which stands for the Whitecloaks, an organization that really feels like it should have stopped being a quirky miniboss squad by the halfway point but continued to haunt one of our heroes almost all the way to the end of his arc. This is the chapter where Mat pranks them, because early books Mat is very, very dumb.

With a sigh he tossed the pillow aside and sat up, wincing as he stretched. All the aches he thought had soaked out in the bath were back. And his head still hurt, too. It did not surprise him. A dream like that was enough to give anybody a headache. The others had already faded, but not that one.

Rand is blaming the wrong thing. It's been a week since he channeled at Bela to keep her going, so now he's feeling that lovely post-saidin hangover. This is also why he slept so late compared to everyone else.

“. . . my Cirri is a good cat,” the cook was saying sharply, “and I won’t hear a word otherwise, do you hear? Complaining about him doing his job too well, that’s what you’re doing, if you ask me.”

Cirri's not even the reason all the rats are dead, but I'd take the cook's side anyway. If a place has too many dead rats for your liking, blame the people who make the conditions for the rats to thrive in the first place, not the one thing keeping the bubonic plague at bay.

Also, considering how professional cooking is so often a man's job, I'm withholding criticism on how we're establishing a pattern of kitchens being a woman's place because at least Jordan is being more consistent in his divisions that actual western society manages to be. Hopefully we won't see any palace head cooks who are dudes to make me irate.

"...Cirri wouldn’t let so many get into the inn, he wouldn’t. It’s a clean place, too, and not one to be so troubled. And all with backs broken.” She shook her head at the strangeness of it all.

You know what, I'm shaking my head too. Of all the early book weirdnesses, this might be the weirdest one. Like... what? How? Why? Did Ish just have a bunch of rat corpses in the dreamshard he had to put somewhere? Is he literally so crazy he thinks this is scary?

It was what the gleeman had called Plain Chant, those nights beside the fire on the ride north. Stories, he said, were told in three voices, High Chant, Plain Chant, and Common, which meant simply telling it the way you might tell your neighbor about your crop. Thom told stories in Common, but he did not bother to hide his contempt for the voice.

I can't help but assume that High Chant wouldn't sound out of place in an extended reading of scripture at a Catholic Church or some such, while Plain Chant, based on what dialog we get from Thom, seems like it's dramatic in a radio serial sense.

Rand slowly lowered himself to the bed again. He licked his lips, then said quickly, “Did he kill a rat?”

Note how effortlessly Rand communicates with someone he trusts. Moiraine really, really, really, really shot herself in the foot over the last couple chapters. People talk about how this is a series where nobody communicates but the ta'veren trio are actually really good about it with each other and others they care about (and Nynaeve is usually good but sometimes the plot demands that she not talk about things that would interfere with the Seanchan Supremacy Subplot), it's just that the plot tears them apart so they can't be effective.

Perrin fell back on his pillow. “You’ve heard the stories about Aes Sedai. Do you think we can trust Thom? If we can trust anybody. Rand, if we get out of this alive, if we ever get back home, and you hear me say anything about leaving Emond’s Field, even to go as far as Watch Hill, you kick me. All right?”

I actually kinda wonder if Jordan intended for Watch Hill, named for a very obvious strategic purpose, to end up being Perrin's main base of operations in the area once he became king and for this comment to be ironic. Perrin would have to spend a lot of time touring up and down his territory, and even when he ends up back in the Two Rivers it's still not the home he knows, just as the others have to lose it too.

...or, based on revelations below, it's probably because he was never gonna get to go home at this point in the story. Lame.

Even at the height of Festival he had never seen so many people so jammed together. Not even half so many. And this was only one street. Master Fitch and the cook said the whole city was full. The whole city . . . like this? He backed slowly away from the gate, away from the street full of people.

It's okay Rand. I've been hella uncomfortable in crowded situations for a couple of years now myself. It's good the poor boy had Baerlon to help him adjust to the rest of the world, considering the sheer mass of humanity he's going to have to put up with on occasion.

Startled, Rand jumped to his feet. It was the crop-haired young woman who had been with Moiraine when he came out of the bath chamber, still dressed in a boy’s coat and breeches. She was a little older than he was, he thought, with dark eyes even bigger than Egwene’s, and oddly intent.

It's Min again! It's a shame she gives up the gender non-comformity to get into Rand's pants because having somebody who didn't give a fuck about the gender bindary in Gender Binary World and still get a distinct kind of magical powers anyway would have really future-proofed this series against the various sexual revolutions that Jordan did not foresee. Frankly, it's my headcanon, and it could be yours too for the low, low price of nothing at all!

“Mistress Alys, then, if you prefer,” Min said with an amused look that made his cheeks color. “There’s no one close enough to hear.”

Considering that Min will spend much of the back half of the series blatantly giving away Rand's confidence to anyone who asks, it's really no surprise that she's also really bad at keeping Moiraine's secrets too.

“When you’re all in a group? Sparks swirling around you, thousands of them, and a big shadow, darker than midnight. It’s so strong, I almost wonder why everybody can’t see it. The sparks are trying to fill the shadow, and the shadow is trying to swallow the sparks.”

Min vision #1: The party is diametrically opposed to the Shadow and both sides know it. They're critically important to the effort, but also represent the Light in distinct, individual ways. This one is obvious and needs no particular analysis, though I don't think Min ends up mentioning it down the road even when she's around multiple party members.

Min did not seem to notice his slip. “The girl? She’s part of it. And the gleeman. All of you. You’re in love with her.” He stared at her. “I can tell that even without seeing any images. She loves you, too, but she’s not for you, or you for her. Not the way you both want.”

Min vision #2: Rand and Egwene are not soul mates, but there's an implication that they are for each other in another way since they're only not for each other as soulmates. This ultimately comes true in Egwene's being instrumental in stopping Rand's misguided seal plan and solo martyrdom.

“When I look at her, I see the same as when I look at . . . Mistress Alys. Other things, things I don’t understand, too, but I know what that means. She won’t refuse it.”

Min vision #3: Egwene will embrace channeling. This comes true.

That said, she doesn't mention to Rand if she sees any channeling potential around him (though that may just be politeness), and in later books her ability to suss out channelers is the generic "They always have a lot going on around them while ordinary people sometimes just have a couple signs", so it's hard to say what's going on here. I have an idea for what she may be seeing specifically around Aes Sedai and Egwene, but it relies on an early book weirdness that is coming up...

“The War . . . ah . . . Master Andra has seven ruined towers around his head, and a babe in a cradle holding a sword, and. . . .”

...now! In this book and only this book, Min's visions reflect both past and future, so it may be that the thing she sees specifically around current Aes Sedai and also Egwene is being bound to the Oath Rod, which won't apply to Rand. Lan's omens - and Thom's - rely on their past, not their futures, so we'll skip over them.

The strongest things I see about the big, curly-haired fellow are a wolf, and a broken crown, and trees flowering all around him.

Min vision #who cares: Perrin will become a werewolf, end up the king of Saldaea, and no one knows. Some suggest it's another Saldaea thing, some say it's about the trees on the farm, I say it's something to do with Tinkers or the Ogier or both that never came to fruition because Jordan never figured out what to do with him or because he changed things around, as evidenced below:

And the other one—a red eagle, an eye on a balance scale, a dagger with a ruby, a horn, and a laughing face.

This just never stops being weird. This particular prophecy suggests that Jordan intended for Mat to be the guy reuniting Manetheren at this point! The eye on the balance scale is him saving Moiraine, the dagger is the dagger, the horn is the Horn, and the face is... another oddity. The Wiki suggests it could be how he relates the Dice to laughter (no) or Balthamel (even weaker, somehow). I myself have no idea, but will suggest that maybe the Seanchan had different iconography at this time or that the Mat/Fain conflict was intended to be relevant at this point and just never was.

A sword that isn’t a sword, a golden crown of laurel leaves, a beggar’s staff, you pouring water on sand, a bloody hand and a white-hot iron, three women standing over a funeral bier with you on it, black rock wet with blood—

Callandor, the crown of Illian, the time he went and pouted in Seanchan territory, the lake he makes at Rhuidean, the hand he loses and [see below], the harem being really bad at pretending he's dead, Shayol Ghul.

In early drafts, Rand's lost hand was by royal decree of Morgase (who had Elayne elements at the time) and the white-hot iron was related to that. The Wiki tries to introduce the heron markings as a substitute, but I'm going to be bold and offer my own desperate patch to canon: Min doesn't know what balefire is yet and is just giving her best explanation for it.

(For anyone offended by "#who cares" because the answer is them, this is technically #8.)

“Most of all, I see lightning around you, some striking at you, some coming out of you. I don’t know what any of it means, except for one thing. You and I will meet again.” She gave him a quizzical look, as if she did not understand that either.

This is just all the Power that gets flung around when Rand enters the country, and of course the inevitability of their romance, which Min will utterly destroy herself to see fulfilled and then spend several books destroying Rand in subconscious vengeance for. I'll talk more about how their romance might have been improved in terms of the whole arc of the series when we get to it.

“Run, if you want,” she called after him. “You can’t escape from me.” Her laughter sped him across the stableyard and out into the street, into the hubbub of people. Her last words were too close to what Ba’alzamon had said.

Twu wuv!

But most of the people did not look any different from those he had grown up with, not in dress or in face. He had expected they would, somehow. Indeed, some of them had so much the look of the Two Rivers in their faces that he could imagine they belonged to one family or another that he knew around Emond’s Field.

Considering how canonically inbred the Two Rivers folk are, this actually is genuinely surprising and not just Rand being a racist country boy.

The man’s eyes were sunken and his dirty face gaunt, as if he had not eaten or slept in days, but Rand could swear. . . . 

Oh dear, Fain is here. Worse still, Rand tells him exactly where everyone's staying, because Lan's warnings to trust no one mean nothing. In Rand's defense, he mistakes Fain's entirely deserved misery for having spent the last week fleeing like they have, but still.

“Aaaaah! She’s . . . she’s the Aes Sedai, is she?” A guarded look came over Fain’s face. “Maybe, though. . . .” He paused, licking his lips nervously. “How long will you be at this—What was it? What did you call it?—the Stag and Lion?” “We leave tomorrow,” Rand said. “But what does that have to do with—?”

But I've got nothing for Rand here except maybe post-channeling stupidity but even that's stretching it. Especially when Rand promises not to tell the scary, half-crazed dude who he doesn't like all that much not to tell Moiraine about him.

“Mat?” People still streamed by without paying them any heed, but Rand lowered his voice anyway, and leaned closer. “Mat, did you have a nightmare last night? About a man who killed a rat?”

To balance out Rand's overall stupidity, points again for actually communicating with his friends about what's going on. And since Mat specifically names the ferry as why he doesn't trust Moiraine, points from her for being a bad communicator overall.

“A dagger with a ruby, eh?” Mat said. “I like that. I don’t know about the eye, though. Are you sure she wasn’t making it up? It seems to me she would know what it all means if she really is a soothsayer.”

Instance number one of Min's prophecies being potentially self-fulfilling. Would Mat have taken anything from Shadar Logoth if he hadn't know it was his destiny to have a ruby-hilted dagger?

Rand stared after him, knowing he should do something. That look in Mat’s eyes always meant one of his tricks. But oddly, he found himself looking forward to whatever Mat was going to do. Something told him that feeling was wrong, that it was dangerous, but he smiled in anticipation anyway.

Post-channeling hangovers seem like the absolute worst. Mat has no excuse and I should be giving him shit for this but if Rand hadn't been accompanying him he would have gotten to fuck with the Whitecloaks at no cost to anyone.

The narrow-faced man glanced at Rand’s sword hilt again—the bronze heron was plain—and his eyes widened momentarily. Then his gaze rose to Rand’s face, and he sniffed dismissively. “He is too young. You are not from this place, yes?” he said coldly to Rand. “You come from where?”

Dain, you'd explode if he told you the truth. It's good that all three of our boys make Dain miserable at one point or another, I have to say. Shame Mat and Rand didn't get more opportunities to do so.

Bornhald turned his attention back to Rand. The light of knowing burned in his eyes. “Darkfriends do not escape us, youngling, even in a town that stands in the Shadow. We will meet again. You may be sure of it!”

Dain, odds are very good that there are several Darkfriends in your party, and worse still Padan Fain is running around and you're going to cause him exactly zero problems. Still though, let the record show that Rand has now fucked up the group's downtime in two different ways, all thanks to the magic of being ta'veren. Bro's probably so happy after AMOL to walk into a town and not immediately meet everyone of importance.

It was Mat who began disjointedly telling Thom about the dream and their worry over whether or not to tell Moiraine, but Rand joined in, for there were differences in exactly how they remembered it. Or maybe each dream was a little different, he thought. The major part of the dreams was the same, though.

It would be pretty weird if all three of you reacted to things in the same way. Was Ish doing them all in sync, or did he do them one after the other?

Mat snorted. “I could tell you about Children of the Light,” he said with a wry look at Rand.

Thom of course just assumes Mat's being an idiot and doesn't follow up on this, because sadly he doesn't realize just how much worse the situation is. And of course he's focused on Ba'alzamon, not the kids.

“The other lad! You say he had the same dream? Does he have sense enough to keep his mouth shut?” “I think so,” Rand said at the same time that Mat said, “We were going back to the inn to warn him.” “The Light send we’re not too late!”

Thom doesn't hear the word yes and assumes the worst. Thankfully, Perrin spent the whole day sick. What is up with that and him having headaches too? Does Wolfbrotherhood come on you like channeling? Did he reach out to the wolves accidentally on Bel Tine and now his body's reacting to the psychic stress on delay?

“We had to talk to somebody or go crazy,” Rand said.

Sadly, from now on, Rand is choosing to go crazy.

That brought them all up short. They exchanged glances, drew deep breaths, and marched inside as if to face Trollocs.

The fact that they put Nynaeve on the same tier of threatening as Trollocs is both hilarious and entirely accurate. In the next chapter, we'll see her again at last!

[greencruz]

Dedicate (pros quatro 😔🙏🏻)

SEND ME “DEDICATE” FOR A SONG DEDICATED TO YOUR MUSE FROM MINE : ACCEPTING !

nesse aqui eu fiz o seguinte, coloquei a dedicação deles e as minhas.

KANG & AHRA.

interlude: i am not angry anymore - paramore. (a dele)

i'm not angry anymore well, sometimes i am i don't think badly of you well, sometimes i do. i'm not bitter anymore i'm syrupy sweet i'll rot your teeth down to their core if i'm really happy. well i'm not angry i'm not totally angry.

@ my worst - blackbear (a minha).

maybe i'm the best mistake you ever made it sounds so fuckin' beautiful when you say my name i'm praying to a god, a god i don't believe the more i hide my scars, the easier i bleed. but maybe i'm the worst, the worst you ever had tell you you're beautiful, then stab you in the back. you're prayin' i'm the one, but maybe i'm a curse the more you try to fix me, the more you make it worse. could you love me at my worst? could you love me even though that, that it hurts?

ED & HAERI.

nonsense - sabrina carpenter. (a minha)

think i only want one number in my phone i might change your contact to "don't leave me alone" you said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em roll treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh but i can't help myself when you get close to me baby, my tongue goes numb sounds like bleh, blah, blee i don't want no one else [...] cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in and when you got your arms around me ooh, it feels so good i had to jump the octave.

just like heaven - the cure (a dele)

"show me, show me, show me how you do that trick the one that makes me scream", she said. "the one that makes me laugh", she said and threw her arms around my neck. show me how you do it and i promise you, i promise that i'll run away with you. you soft and only you lost and lonely you strange as angels dancing in the deepest oceans twisting in the water you're just like a dream.

JIMMY & JAY.

tear in my heart - twenty one pilots (a minha)

sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you’re alive and have a soul but it takes someone to come around to show you how she’s the tear in my heart i’m alive she’s the tear in my heart i’m on fire she’s the tear in my heart take me higher than I’ve ever been. the songs on the radio are okay but my taste in music is your face.

bad for business - sabrina carpenter (a dela)

he's good for my heart, but he's bad for business tears me apart when he grants my wishes. all of my friends think I've gone crazy but they don't know me like my baby. we look good in photographs, i like the way you like to laugh at dirty jokes, i know they'll always land. used to get to work on time, now you're taking up my nights never been so glad to be so tired. if i'm just writing happy songs, would anybody sing along? you had to go and break into my head and i would try to fight these feelings i can't find a single reason i'd make all the same mistakes again.

SUZY & YUNA.

queen bee - lauren sanderson (a minha)

queen bee i think i'd like it if you sting me and now we're crawling to my backseat you taste like honey when you kiss me queen bee. i don't know what i'm doin lately i been feelin clueless maybe fate just introduced us i can't lie you're like the coolest. hot mess hot sex what if we rolled around all day in my bed? do you love me? love me yet? am i makin' this up? is this all in my head?

bad idea - girl in red (a dela)

it was a bad idea calling you up was such a bad idea 'cause now i'm even more lost it was a bad idea to think you were the one was such a bad idea 'cause now everything's wrong. you put your hands under my shirt undid my bra and said these words darling, you're so pretty, it hurts you pushed me up against my wall threw my clothes down on the floor darling, are you ready for more? it was a bad idea calling you up was such a bad idea, i'm totally fucked it was a bad idea to think i could stop was such a bad idea, i can't get enough.

[sociologistthoughts]

On crazy things I dreamt today.

I was home with my real family and the world was unknown. There were rumors going around about an apocalypse coming. There was no evidence of this. No news. No infections of any kind. Put people were panicking and preparing.

However, they weren't panic buying toilet paper, bread, flour, or even milk. They were panic building. Reinforcing their homes, building tall fences. In one case a stadium (ill get to it.) So one day my family collectively decides to pack, just in case we need to make a run for it. As I'm doing so, everything feels too real but fake enough that I start to realize I must be dreaming.

The next scene is, people I have meet at some point in my life and my family are in a metal container with an opening that is semi blocked off by cinder blocks and out side of this is a chain fence. The semi opening is tall enough to conceal whats inside and tall enough to easily climb over, to get out, or to get in. (No other exit or entry points, huge red flag) This metal container is close to the stadium that was just built. There were some people outside watching it, and I remember climbing out of the metal container and looking at the stadium. People starting reciting the American national anthem. I said this is ridiculous, this is not an American issue this is a world issue, we don't know what's going on and there's a panic. As I walk back to the container some people outside heard me and start to complain that it is a national crises and should respect the anthem. I then suddenly start to hear screaming. And let me clarify not screaming in terror, more like a battle cry that everyone in that stadium was doing. You know like in movies when one kingdom's army stands on one side then another kingdom'sarmy stands on the other then they start to raise their swords or bows and arrows and one guy screens attack or something and they do this battle cry. Yeah like that ... and then there's thumping. As if a stack of flour was repeatedly being thrown on the ground.. These people were jumping off the stadium.

They were so afraid of the unknown they didn't want to see it through.

AND then in true post 2020 fashion I thought, well if a pandemic didn't kill as many people as scientists thought (debatable), this panic certainly will.

Then I woke up.

I should probably start a Tumblr dedicated to my horrific dreams. They're freaking me out.

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 + 𝐢 = ♡

pairing: lexi x reader

plot: y/n is fezco's younger sister, with all the benefits and risks. she don't use that much drugs, and never keeps it with her since in school. y/n is pretty laid back, loves little things in life —and maybe lexi howard. but she don't have to know that. that's only y/n's secret, but can she keep it when destiny brings them closer to each other?

word count: 3.033k

warnings: mentions of drugs, vape, basic euphoria things, jules is so cute and an emotional support and a good friend (and i want it that way sorry), cute nicknames

(might make it a series, it depends on you uwu <3)

*plus, not me writing new stuff instead of finishing/making the requests i got*

✿ rue's narrating ✿

for everybody who were and outsider, y/n was pretty ordinary. waking up, waking up a little bit late, going into school everyday, going home and writing homework, watching anime and aesthetic romcom shows, helping with their brother's business with her own way... it was pretty ordinary, yeah. but what happened in y/n's house and heart, was totally unordinary, if you ask me.

y/n had a simple life, with goals and parties at weekend, sitting at the back of the class, liked to dream about better times. dreaming about going to los angeles, new york or one european contry, maybe england, france or austria, frogetting about the atmosphere of the school that sometimes choked her. too much homework, confronting with everybody who tried to sneak before her in the line at lunch, telling the idiots she didn't had weed at her —i mean, i tried too to ask, many times, but why would she lie? y/n didn't liked to lie, she found it absolutely exhausting and tiring. she liked to keep things simple.

she liked simple things too, like rain —rain at a sunny day, rain at night when the skies lights enough to sleep comfortably, rain that tapped the window loudly between two shitty talkshow episodes she watched with his brothers—, cute cats, videos about cute cats, tutorials about making those pretty resin rings to sell them and gain some more money from the rich gals of her school, cuddling up to her closest friends, kat or maddy at a sleepover, cuddling up to her brother, fez when she got her period —she liked her family. she loved her family, she loved fezco and ashtray.

and she loved another girl, but guess what? she never told us that. we had to find out in a really weird way.

✿

but for real? for you, being fezco's sister was a complete disaster.

not just because of they all knew who fezco was, but because they wanted the same from you. like, everytime when someone craved drugs or a joint between the third and fourth class, they went to get you. i wasn't so hard, since you dressed always in the same style: wearing checkered oversized pants, baggy denim jeans or fezco's old ones, topping it with comfy t-shirts or dyed sweaters, wearing platform sneakers even in winter made you uniwttingly iconic, but on the underrated side —which was comeletely, perfectly fine for you, because you didn't want to be famous in high school, or some queen bee, none of that. you just wanted to lay on the desk at the back of the class, mind your hacking business, since you didn't sell drugs —and fezco debarred you selling it when marie, your grandma got ill—, you were the master of the operating systems and other hacking program, many of the students asking help from you to correct their notes in the school's system, or handing them real money from crypto-bills. by some, this is how you got to know what kat's doing, she made you shush in front of everyone and made you swear that you won' gonna tell, even if your life is on the line —at this point, you snorted and shrugged you shoulder, looking at ashtray, your little brother from the corner of your eyes, he too thought that kat was mental-crazy about her secret life... but as long as she —and everyone else, too— payed the 50 dollar of the "handling charge", you didn't complain. anybody who came to you always feared that you gonna sell their secrets, but you weren't even interested about the sick kind of p*rn they watched or the strange, disgusting kinks to delete it from their searching history; you didn't care at all. from you, nobody gon' 'now nothin'.

but on the other hand as i told you, even though you always bragged to people from one after another that you don't sell drugs like your older brother did, didn't sell drugs and won't gonna sell drugs either in the future, your words only found deaf ears.

the proof for your words and experience was right on monday, after rue's and lexi's terrible class where rue had to tell in front of everyone what was "fun" and "super enjoyable" in the summer —to be honest, you were pretty glad you skipped the class in the school's bathroom, talking to bb while smoking on her e-cigarette before she went to buy some snack in the buffet; it was her who talked rather, you just listened to her while scolded yourself later, for not going to that class. of course, your cause for the class wasn't the hella interesting topic or standing in front of your asshole classmates, but—

—but lexi.

well, it wasn't that you liked her, or fancied her when she helped you, or watched as she twirled her locks around her finger while concentrating on a hard question, or fantasizing about how is it like to be between her legs in her girly room, your eyes rolling back in the back of your head while she tugs your hair, stroking your face as her legs tremble and closing around your head—

yeah, maybe you liked her. just a little, tiny bit.

but now, with rue in front of you, you felt that your week has begun.

"please, y/n, just a little bit, like a little bit fentanyl or something else please, i need it", she pleaded, but you couldn't do anything.

"rue, i swear you that i don't have any. i didn't have the week before this, i don't have this week drugs with me either, and guess what? i'm not gonn have next week too!" you tried to shrug off her before lexi would discover the situation the two of you stood in —you perfectly knew that lexi and rue were like, best friends, but some real shit had to come in as a cause when they parted. you were there when rue overdosed herself —only sitting on the couch of the bennett household's living room for ten minutes, you saw everything, heard everything, and felt everything. saw rue's compeletely lifeless body, leslie's worried, tearful eyes, hearing gia's agonizing wails, feeling the sorrow that bite your throat even when you ran home, slamming the door of your room, hiding under your blanket until two a.m. —but you had to tell fezco the whole thing, yet you didn't had the energy to see his face if the two of you drove to the hospital. it's just another story, and you didn't want to get tired right on monday.

"nevermind, i'm gonna use what i have already", rue responded, but y/n hold gently her sweater-covered elbow.

"i don't think you should take fentanyl this early" y/n muttered, her voice being gloomy because of the tiredness. she was up late yesterday night because of the upcoming episodes of blue period, one of the new favourite animes of her. everytime rue wanted to take drugs, she remembered that horrible ten minute at her house, at that day.

"how do you know that i use fenta-" the other girl tried to ask, but then she remembered that fez handed her when the dealer's two sibling watched walking dead at night. "i tell you again, y/n, nevermind. but tell fez that i want drugs again, so prepare for me some."

y/n opened her mouth, but just sat on beside the sink, wiping her nose into the hem of her half white-half pastel green sweater, waiting for the class to end, to hear the end of bb's story —if she ever comes back.

the door of the bathroom opened again, but it was not bb —it was lexi. y/n immediately wished that instead of taking her usual skincare routine, she slept in too late —at half three a.m, was it rather too early? nevermind, y/n sat there still, a little bit frightened because of rue, and because she didn't want to say anything dumb or miserable in front of her crush.

"hey y/n... where's rue?"

lexi's voice was silent, a little bit shaky —probably she was just worried about rue. y/n thought fast —should she betray rue? it wouldn't be a betray, everybody knew that rue did drugs, and not helping lexi was 1) being and asshole move 2) being an asshole move because who the crack don't help her crush in everything? besides, lexi's gonna find out in a half minute even without her, so y/n just pointed with her finger in the direction of the only locked toilet in front of them.

lexi and rue argued a little bit, rue looked at y/n with annoyance, but y/n didn't take it at herself —her friend flushed all her fentanyl down on the toilet, and it was... right? right, because doing drugs on this level was hard for even y/n. "you say all this, but what happens in three days, when you knock on my door asking me to piss in some tylenol bottle? what, you're gonna say the opposite? how we've known each other since pre-school and we're best friends? it's like you have a split personality disorder. sorry if i miss the old you."

rue went out without lexi's venting, y/n didn't know what to say or do —lexi looked so abandoned and exhausted, she just wanted to wrap her in her arms in her bed, but it was impossible.

"sorry that you had to see this." lexi spoke to her, going to the sink to wash her hands. y/n shook her head, playing with the beads on the strings on her white platform sneaker.

"it's my fault at one point, don't do that, lex. don't believe what her narcotic-junkie mind says, it's not the real rue."

"i know, but it's hard. seeing someone so low... especially because she was my best friend. she still is, she' still my friend, my best friend." lexi leaned on the pink sink beside her, and y/n's hands grew clammy at the closeness of her hand beside her leg. y/n grew a little bit angry at rue —she probably didn't know that there were people who wanted to be lexi's best friends, because being lexi's best friend probably meant the best thing in the world, and yet she took it for granted. and the things she said to lexi... y/n would slap herself a thousand times with a brick if she even dared to brag out that shit.

"i'm gonna talk to her."

"you don't need to, y/n. really."

y/n thought it otherwise, but she let it. if she gets home today, she's gonna tell fezco to cut the drugs from rue or raise the price just for her —it was dumb, but for real, rue needed to come clean.

"okay then... what class do you gonna have?" she asked as she slided further on the sink, preparing to get down.

"history, and you?"

"maths" y/n exhaled, preparing herself to the next class —not that she was bad in maths, but she didn't had the mood for the whole thing at all.

"good luck. and thank you, for the support and all" lexi touched y/n's leg to brush it —and that's when y/n pulled her leg away, not because she didn't like it. hell, she dreamed about this, but this was so sudden that she didn't know what to do. sliding out of lexi's touch, the other girl looked at her worrying, placing her hand into the other, bending down her head while looking at her through her eyelashes. the sight of it made y/n go crazy, and still, she felt like the worst admirer in the world. "sorry, y/n, i didn't wanted to— i mean, thank you, and i did this because—"

"it's fine, lexi, it's nothing just—" the two girl apologized to each other, speaking at the same time, and when y/n wanted to clarify that it's okay, i was just lame and i'm just too much into you, every girl in the school seemed to defile the bathroom, filling it with their laughter, listpick stains and pissing sounds. the whole scene was totally helpless.

"i have to go, lex. see you soon", y/n said and jumped down from the counter, sliding between two girls, not looking at lexi. reaching to the asile, she scratched her wrist and arm; bad habit of hers. whenever she felt uncomfortable or a total failure, she tried to lessen her embarassment with those scrapes —and now, she felt both at the same time.

at least she knows the secret hallways of the school, so she don't have to face lexi today —even it was a dumb move, y/n was much more anxious than anybody when it came to the ones she loved... and the ones she loved but they didn't know.

✿

"why isn't y/n here?" kat asked, while everybody sat at the table when it came to lunch break. at the table sat bb, rue, jules, maddy, cassie, lexi and kat herself, but one place missed —it was y/n's, even if she was a little bit and ousider from this clique, everybody at the table loved her.

"i dunno, maybe she's smoking outside with somebody" bb guessed, shrugging her shoulder.

"gosh, and she said she doesn't have drugs!" rue complained, but cassie leaned in closer.

"y/n never have drugs at herself, why would she have now?"

"yeah, it's pointless. maybe she's writing her homework or something, or taking a shit..." kat continued, fiddling her grapefruit.

"i need to find that bitch, i'm gonna need some molly to the carneval and fez didn't had when i got to him... i need to talk to her" while maddy talked, jules typed in her phone under the table, trying to reach the missing girl.

juljul

hun is everything fine? you aren't here where r u?

"who saw her last time?" kat suggested, rue looked at lexi unwillingly.

"us. i mean... it was lexi. "

"cool. lexi, do you know anthing about y/n?"

"no, but... she acted weird when i tried to compliment her."

"what do you mean compliment? in a toilet?" cassie's smile was dumb, but lexi didn't pay attention.

"she said she supports me, and she wanted to help me. but when i tried to brush her leg as a thank you, she just flinched away, kinda weird."

jules' phone pinged.

lovie

ye everything fine just preparing for next class

it wasn't y/n-type —sure, y/n was very prepared to every class, but it was like she knew things naturally. jules felt that something is not alright, but she didn't want to bug her with questions. rather in private, when they're working together on a project.

juljul

okay than bubs you gonna go come to history?

y/n began to type.

"did she text back to you?" cassie asked from her. "i sent her messages too but she didn't even watch them." jules almost lifted her eyebrows.

it was more strange now. but she won't gonna let down one of her best friends.

"no, it's just some tinder fuckboy. y/n is silent as fuck, gives me bad kind of chills." she lied.

lovie

always juljul see u next class

✿

y/n didn't say much to jules either, but the other was eager to know more. for her, y/n was always so mysterious yet so soft, but that's why she loved her —she was like a fluffy cloud, nevermind the rainy or sunny days either.

"girl, what the fuck did you do with lexi?"

"what do you mean?" the y/h/c girl muttered back, scribbling down what was on the board.

"like, you weren't there with us on lunch, and you were with lexi before it... which means that you two did something. tell me, y/n." she demanded jokingly, hugging y/n's arm.

"you figured it out well, sherlock" y/n answered, getting a boop on her nose from jules' pointer finger. "it's nothing, just some arguing with rue and she, i gave some advice, that's all."

"okayish... but you sure there's nothing more?" she asked, y/n nodding her head slowly, fiddling with her pen. she didn't look into jules' eye —she knew that there's omething else, she could feel it, but she could never say. another handicap of y/n's cloudness.

"i guess. just some unnecessary girly shit." jules giggled with her, than y/n stood up, asking the teacher to a permission to go to the toilet. as soon as she stepped out, jules got her phone out.

jules

y/n said nothing but i know there's something

maddy

bitch that's crazy y/n sweet but sometimes annoying as fuck bc of this

kat

let's sneak on her i mean, it can be dangerous as fuck if she doesn't tell us

maddy

that's right

jules

she ain't gonna be mad?

kat

even if she is, she gonna be glad that we helped her yeah, that was right. jules leaned on the desk, but at the same time she swept down y/n's notes. leaning down to collect it, she noticed something —something sketched down into the corner of the paper; a very simple outline of a heart that even a nine year old kid could draw; and four very revealing letters.

lexi

jules hid her gaping mouth behind her hand, holding the piece of paper like the bigger secret she got to know —basically, for y/n, it was the bigger secret of hers. she didn't know what to do; text maddy and cat? or cassie? or should she just leave it? how could she ask y/n about this?

she placed back the paper like nothing happened, but retracing the actions of the morning and what lexi said, it made all so clear —y/n was so i love her, so shy and so longing that even a simple touch was overwhelming. it was supercute, y/n and lexi belonged to each other.

y/n came back, jules muted her phone immediately —she couldn't see y/n the same from that moment. she saw her a thousand times vulnerable and softer, but stronger and insecure at the same time. a plan formed a shape in her mind, and the and the purpose was very simple.

first thing first —somehow she's gonna have to face y/n.

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sweet day folks <3