#but a man (me) can only dream that they're meant for each other

[youredreamingofroo]

💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going!

AGGG thank you for this Wisp!!!

I'm gonna do Roo and Leo (again), and Ithuriel and Nanel as well :))

Roo

Leo

Putting Ithuriel and Nanel's under the cut because Ithuriels has one pic with blood and Nanel has two pics with a lot of eyes ("biblically accurate angel" you get the gist LMAO)

Ithuriel

Nanel

[hyp3rf1xat10ns]

My Thoughts That No One Asked For!

Malleus is obviously very strong. We can only assume Malleus is stronger. It was easier to defeat the other Housewardens because to some extent, everyone fighting that Housewarden in on their level. Malleus is one of the top five mages in Twisted Wonderland. Fighting against him is practically impossible unless you call in another top mage. Oh wait! They're asleep like everyone else. So hear me out...What if instead of ending with an epic fight where the Prefect stands off against Malleus....The Prefect breaks the "spell" with a hug. Not a kiss, that's too Otome. A hug. One to let him know it's ok for him to be upset. It's ok for him to mourn what he is loosing and what he doesn't have. Malleus just sobs...into your arms. And giving into the sadness and accepting the reality of the situation is what snaps him out of his overblot state. Just imagine it like this.

"I am always left alone! At the end of the day I am destined to be alone! Everyone will leave me behind! I'll have no one! That is why...I need to keep you all here....happy in your dreams.....just the way you want your life to be."

Malleus' laughter echoed throughout the halls of Diasomnia. The people who were currently awake had a sense of fear embedded in them. He was too powerful to fight. It seemed impossible to take him down. Was this the end? The one overblot you couldn't defeat?... But then...you realized something....you were afraid of him...for the first time since you met him...you were scared....but why?...Yes he's overblotted and caused everyone to sleep for a thousand years and yet....you still can't help but see him as that weird horned boy who showed up at Ramshackle one cold autumn night...the man you dubbed Hornton because he wouldn't tell you his name...the man who gave you the courage to fight against Azul when he practically had Ramshackle in your clutches...the one who sent you the holiday card, the one you took nightly walks with, the one who helped to fix the stage, the one who was worried when you disappeared. There were so many things that Malleus was. You think back to when you told him you might have found a way back home. He looked so hurt you...He looked

Scared...

You had no idea what triggered it. With every ounce of strength left in your body. You approached Malleus, shakily. Staggering with each step. Exhausted and sore from fighting. Silver, Sebek and Idia stared at you like you were insane. Had the prefect ha one too many overblots???

"HUMAN!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING???"

"Prefect! Wait!-"

"Th-This is l-like something o-out of some kind of m-manga o-o-or an anime...wh-why are they having a main ch-ch-character moment?"

You finally stopped when you were face to face with Malleus. You looked like a mess and he looked fine.

"Oya? Approaching me head on, Child of Man? Or have you come to accept your fate and give into slumber for-"

Before he can finish, you hug him. It's gentle and soft and just meant to be comforting and kind.

"It's ok Hornton..."

You whisper as you hug him. You brace yourself for him to shove you off with a blast of magic that would kill you...but it never happens...instead the young prince curls into you arms and begins sobbing into your arms...as the blot disappears and everyone awakes. Like some form of fairytale.

[kurokens]

In The Night I Miss You | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 1.5k

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: sorry for the wait!!! but part 2 of In The Middle, my first satosugu piece, is finally here! a little bit more angsty this time and from satosugu's pov

not proof read

song rec: The Night I Miss You - Lee Changsub

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious, insecure and self conscious reader

Satoru and Suguru were quite the pair, always together since they can remember, as if fate created them for each other. Two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together. They knew that, hell, everyone around them and their mother knew that. And yet, they both felt like something was missing, they spent years happily loving each others, and they never stopped, but they couldn't help but feel some kind of longing for something more.

At first it drove them crazy, how could they feel like that when they already had everything they ever dreamed of? They're both each others soulmate, and yet it's not enough, not anymore, not since they met you. You came and wrecked their perfect little world. You and your stupid smile, you and your stupid laugh, you and your stupid kindness, you and your stupid gentleness, just you and your stupid self. It was such a hard time for them to accept these feelings, especially with the growing guilt towards each others, clueless about the other similar torment. Until one day, the cat got out of the bag. "Say sugu..." The white-haired man started softly, a gentle hum coming back from his lover. "Are you satisfied? I mean, with us? Our couple?"

"Why? Yes, of course. Is something the matter? Have I done anything to make you think otherwise?" Suguru exhaled through a trembling breath.

"No, god no. It's just, god, how do I say this without sounding selfish. Have you ever felt like something was missing?" Satoru breathed out, closing his eyes in shame.

"You mean, like someone?" The black-haired man whispered shakily causin Gojo to spring up from his previous position, biwildered eyes meeting the ones he was ashamed to look at earlier.

"I didn't, I didn't say that, I mean not exactly, but, but maybe? Do you?" He murmured, a glint of hope in his orbs.

"Do you?" Suguru asked, just as hopeful.

"Yes, god, yes. I'm so sorry Sugu, I love you, I do, I promise. Like I've never loved anyone, but lately I've felt this way and I don't know why, and I didn't know how to tell you. Please tell me you do too. I can see it in your eyes, you do too right?" Satoru begged, his hands now clamped on the sheets below him.

"Yes, I do. God I was so scared to tell you, I'm so glad you feel it too. Oh, I'm so glad." Geto let out, his breathing calming down as well as his nerves. "You're thinking about someone in particular are you not?" He continued, reaching out to take Gojo's hands in his, easing down his stress.

"Yes..." He answered, tightening his grip around Geto's hands. "Do you?" Only receiving a nod along with the brightest smile he's ever seen his lover give him. "It's them, right?" Another nod came his way, just as he was pulled into a hug. "I'm so glad you feel the same. I was so scared. I thought I would lose you if I said anything, I don't want to lose you." He sobbed, finally letting out all the repressed feelings he's been having for the past couple of days.

Suguru stayed quiet, nuzzling his head into his lover's neck, grateful for the conversation, but also for the fact that they both felt the same. Of course the universe wouldn't betray them like that. They were soulmates, and it was destiny for both of them to fall for you, and maybe it was how it was always meant to be, not just them, but the three of you. And Suguru was more than content with this idea, he wished nothing more but to be able to share this overwhelming love with you as well. But he knew it would take time, it's not something they could act on just like that. They needed to proceed slowly, they didn't want to scare you, let alone lose you. Hell, losing you would shatter them, they could handle rejection just fine, but not having you in their life anymore just wasn't possible.

That's why Suguru had to physically stop Satoru from screwing this up. It was quite hard for the white-haired man child to refrain himself from acting on his desire to confess to you, and make you theirs. Since you lived with them, seeing you everyday and not being able to love you like he truly did, was the worst hardship he ever had to face. He wasn't used to not getting what he wanted, so having to wait for you to be theirs was proper torture. Don't get him wrong, it was also very hard for Suguru, but he knew they had to do this properly, and one of them had to be strong, because Satoru sure wasn't going to be. And because of that they would regularly have the same conversation in their room late at night, or early in the morning because it's when they were yearning for you the most. In the comfort of their bed.

"I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu..." Satoru sighed, burying his head in his lover's chest, muffling his next words. "They're so pretty, and so nice, and so caring, I love them so much. I would give anything to crush them between us right now."

"Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied, laughing at his antics.

"I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on, on the verge of throwing a tantrum because of how much he yearned for you.

"Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned. "We will get there, we just need to take things slow Toru, we can't rush them into something like that."

And he was right, Satoru knew he was right, but it's been weeks and nothing changed. They tried being more affectionate towards you, complimenting you, being a little bit touchier and clingier without crossing any boundaries. Hell, they were looking at you so lovingly you could compare them to teenage boys going through their first ever crush. And yet, nothing changed, you were so clueless, it was driving them insane, but at the same time it was so endearing how oblivious you were to their adoration.

Everyone around you three noticed it, but you. It was quite amusing for your friends, but it was proper torture to them. And Satoru was growing reckless, he could'nt look at you in the eyes anymore, scared he will do something on impulse and regret it later because it could jeopardise your relationship, and your potential future together. Suguru wasn't much better to be fair, he could still look at you, but it was getting harder, and he couldn't bring himself to say anything to you that wasn't a heartfelt confession about their undying love for you, and his need to make you part of their life. So they decided to ton it down a bit, grow some distance between you, just the time for them to get themselves together, and to elaborate the perfect plan to confess to you properly without forcing you into anything. Yes, that was a good plan, or so they thought. Not once have they ever imagined this plan of action could backfire. Because why would it? It was the perfect plan!! Just until it wasn't.

After some time of putting distance between you, (literally a single day, Satoru couldn't more), the couple deciding to put their plan back into action but with a bit more hints being thrown into it. But, unfortunately for them, when they came back from work, the house was oddly silent, not a trace of you to be seen. "Sweetcheek?" Satoru called, walking towards your room, only to be met by complete silence. "Hey gorgeous, you in there?" He knocked, but once again silence was his only answer. So he opened the door, to see if maybe you were sleeping, but you weren't. Your bed was made, but something was off. Your room was clean but it felt like something was missing.

"Sugu, come here real quick." He urged, and Suguru footsteps were quickly heard. "Something isn't right."

They both stood at the entrance of your room, analysing everything, trying to find what was amiss, this odd feeling growing stronger and stronger. And then they spot it, a letter neatly placed on your desk, which read:

'The walls are thins here you know. Anyway don't worry I'll be out of your space soon. Sorry about the stuff I've left there, it's just for the time it takes for me to look for a new place and then I will give you back your much needed space. Thank you for letting me stay this long, and sorry for the trouble I've caused.'

The couple grew livid. Their worst fear became reality, and they didn't know how to fix it, but they knew they had to. And the sooner, the better.

part 3 is out, find it here!!

[rainybubbles]

What 141 would do if you're experiencing self-doubt ?

Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz

(Sorry in advance for my mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. So sorry if it's badly written or if they're OOC.)

SIMON : 

-"I am not enough; I will never be, and you know it. You know it because, in a crowd, your gaze wanders elsewhere. Your fingers barely brush against me, and you only utter kind words without ever mentioning my beauty. I will never be like the others; I can never fill your heart. I am just a silhouette in your life, while I constantly dream of being the leading role in our film. But it’s just a film, an illusion, and I can’t be content with that."

-Out of breath, they stood before him, tears in their eyes. Their exhausted eyes let every tear fall, their breathing was labored.

-He stood motionless, rigid, unable to move, to utter a word.

-This silence was like a knife, silently cutting the bond between them, answering the unspoken with more silence.

-"I see," they murmured as they turned to leave.

-But their momentum was interrupted by his hand firmly gripping their wrist. He stood there.

-"Do you honestly think you can compare yourself to the others?" he murmured.

-"Don’t hit where it hurts, I—"

-"Do you honestly think you can compare yourself when your smile makes me forget the blood I shed? The souls screaming in my ears. When each of your breaths is a wave of desire I struggle to restrain, while for ten years, I struggled to feel even lust? When your voice, your ambitions are the only things I think about. You haunt me. I’ve tried day and night to flee from you, to distance myself, to keep you as an acquaintance, but no matter my efforts, I found myself at your feet begging for a crumb of your smile. Do you honestly think I see you like the others?"

-Stunned, they didn’t know how to respond.

-"Simon."

"I can’t, I didn’t want to. Not yet. I can’t afford to have people to lose, but you’re here, and I find myself unable to let another take your heart."

"Then take it."

Hesitant, the soldier could see his mother, Beth, his brother, his nephew. Having someone meant being able to lose them. Having only his life meant a gentle, painless death.

-But between putting them in danger or losing them, Simon’s heart had made its choice.

-He wouldn’t risk finding them one day dead in his living room, killed by an enemy. He couldn’t. Yet the idea of having them in their living room, their house, seemed so sweet.

"It’s not that simple."

"Simon, please. Be clear, you can’t—"

His hands were on their face, wiping away each tear he had caused.

"Look at us, Simon," they murmured.

Their breaths close, the heat rising, their gazes shifted from one to the other, settling on their lips. And everything happened quickly. A moment, a second changing everything. A kiss.

"You are enough," he murmured after the first kiss.

But it wasn’t enough; starving, his heart burning, Simon kissed them again and again.

Feeling their body under his hands, their much-desired lips on his. Their breath, their scent, their sounds, their hair, everything was them, and he could only get intoxicated again and again.

They were an addiction.

"I can’t get enough of you."

"Neither can I. Don’t leave me again, Simon."

"I wouldn’t dream of it."

They were enough, more than that, they were too good for him. But Simon was a selfish man, and if they allowed him, he would stay in their affections as long as they let him.

PRICE : 

(Tall reader implied in this one.)

"Am I... pathetic, John? Not enough?"

On a summer evening at the base, which was deserted due to the nice weather and the open bar, two colleagues smoked outside.

-The conversation had shifted from light banter to work, and now, as dawn approached, alcohol was loosening their tongues, steering them towards deeper topics.

"Pathetic?" John repeated.

"Yes."

They stubbed out their cigarette abruptly.

"Sorry, it sounds childish. I'm complaining about my life when we were talking about something else. I should go to bed, I—"

They were interrupted by his gaze.

"No, I'm listening."

They sat back down, almost timidly.

"Have you been with people, John?"

"I've had my share of lovers, yes."

"Everyone has, at our age, right?"

"I guess."

"Not me."

John observed their in silence, sensing their hesitation.

"My parents say it's pathetic, being only good at writing reports, not even able to seduce soldiers in a barracks. That my ugliness, my height, are horrible traits they can hardly stand to see at each meeting. And I know they're wrong, but when I hear stories of kisses, love letters, children, marriages... I can't help but wonder: what's wrong with me? Why... why have I never felt that desire, why has no one ever had it for me? Am I... pathetic?"

John removed his cigar from his lips, his eyebrows furrowed. He stood up without a word.

They guessed he was bored by their words, their problems, and regretted having said too much.

But John knelt in front of them.

"You'd have to be very cruel to think a person like you is pathetic. If you are, then I'm just a pathetic man who desires a pathetic person."

"John..."

"Not feeling desire, not having loved, kissed, or slept with someone at our age shouldn't be a shame. Love isn't a race, and if you start in your thirties, forties, or fifties, so be it. You should never feel any pressure or degradation about it. Because a man, a lover, a good one at least, will never define you. You are a wonderful person who may choose to have someone in their life, or not. It’s optional."

"It’s hard."

"I know."

On his knees, he reached out to cover their hand with his.

"You are not pathetic. Your laughter at Simon's awful jokes, that little tic after writing a report when you click your tongue, your height towering over even Johnny... I live for that. Every morning on this base, I wish to give you a report I spent too many hours falsifying just so we can correct the errors together, so I can sit next to you and feel your leg brush against mine, your scent filling my clothes, or leave my silly hat on your head in winter. I want you to see me, as I see you. Because if you did, you'd never dare, never even think to use the word 'pathetic' to describe yourself."

"John..."

"I'm not asking for anything. I know your desire now, and I guess I don't meet your expectations, but please, don't let this define you."

Slowly, he stood up, his hand leaving theirs.

"Why?" they asked, interrupting his walk.

"Why what?"

"Why tell me this when you... you know I could never have that physical desire for you?"

"Because my desire isn't just sexual, I want all of you. A life without sex doesn't bother me, not if I can see your smile every morning, not if I can fix a stupid sink we bought together, not if I can admire those lines on your face every day."

"You're an idiot."

"So it seems."

Wiping their tears, they blew their nose. With a determined step, they joined him.

"Where are we going?"

"Where?" he asked

"Well, a date should be somewhere nice, right?"

A smile appeared on his face.

"I know a place," he murmured.

"Let's go."

Hand in hand, the dawn rose on a new relationship at the base.

SOAP : 

— Wait, talk to me, we can fix this, he said, running after you into the bathroom.

— It’s not a problem, Johnny. It’s not a disagreement, you said, sitting on the floor.

— What is it then?

— ME! I’m... I’m completely useless. Seriously, all through this party, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t even drink. I was paralyzed by a panic attack, standing there like a statue while my friends wanted to celebrate. I ruined their moment, I... I’m not worth it. Every time they want to hang out, they look for uncrowded places because of me. They delay our meetings to make sure I don’t faint on public transport. They try to guess if today’s a good day for me before even suggesting anything. I’m a burden to them. And I hate myself for that. I hate that I can’t talk to people without overthinking, I hate that I faint in crowds, I can’t go outside when I want to, I can’t call people, I can’t even tell stories. Because I don’t have any; I’m stuck in a boring life with anxiety slowly eating me away.

— Is that what you think? he whispered. That you’re not worth it?

— Yes, you sobbed softly. Because it’s the truth.

— Do you think your friends see you as a burden? That they hang out with you because they have to?

— Yes.

— No. They hang out with you, they take your anxiety into account, they plan around your feelings because they want to. They wish they could see you every day because you’re a wonderful person, you’re a delight to be around. They know they can’t always see you, so they take care of you. I... take care of you. I can’t count the number of times I’ve wished to see you every day, to go out with you every day. But I love you too much to impose my desires on your anxiety. We love you, we do all this because we care about you. Tonight was a mistake.

— A mistake?

— We were supposed to be five, but Thomas’s friend invited more people, and it turned into a big party. We couldn’t warn you in time.

— So...

— We wanted you there, we wanted to celebrate with you, with our friends. Not with random drunk people.

— You love talking to drunk people.

— I love talking to people, period.

— I feel stupid.

— Then I’ll be stupid with you, scoot over.

— John, there’s no room to sit, we’ll be stuck in the bathtub.

— So?

He settled in. The two of you tangled up in an empty bathtub, a laugh escaped your lips.

— You’re ridiculous.

— I’m whatever you want me to be.

— Even bald?

— I admit, I won’t touch my hair.

— ...Do you... do you really want to see me more often?

— Yes. But I know how you... how you need your space after socializing.

— You sound like a personal development book.

— Maybe it’s from "Introvert’s Guide", I admit.

A sigh escaped, a smile forming.

— Thank you, John.

— No problem.

— You... you could come to my place, maybe.

— You-

— So we can see each other... more. More than just outside.

— Okay.

Slipping a key into his pocket, John could only take your hand and gently caress it.

— You deserve it, this happiness , believe me.

— I’ll try, you whispered.

KYLE : 

The silence lingered at the end of the line.

"You're supposed to answer after a “how are yo”, you know?" Kyle said.

Usually they would have said “yes I’m fine.”

But that wasn't the case. It never had been. But they had always managed to lie, to downplay their problems. Yet their trembling lips betrayed them, letting slip the truth.

"That's not the case."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, I was catching up."

Idiot. Kyle Garrick was nothing if not a stubborn and obstinate man.

"You think I'm going to buy that?"

"Kyle, I'm not sure that..."

"You just admitted what I've been waiting for months to hear. I'm not letting go."

"You were waiting?"

"Do you really think I believed you? You... you talked about your neighbor for hours to avoid my questions, please, just answer me."

"Have you ever wondered why I always seemed to mess everything up?"

"You..."

"I wonder every day. My parents barely talk to me, I did an art degree to avoid finishing my bachelor's and being in debt, I started a history degree only to end up cleaning after my graduation, unable to find a teaching position. I lost my apartment, my dog, my first love, and my second. And my college friends. And today, my job, and they all say the same thing, it's my fault. So Kyle, tell me, did I ruin your life too?"

The sound of the line crackled.

"No."

"You can't lie, I..."

"Your parents are disappointed that their prodigy of a child didn't do what THEY wanted for you. Your art school was filled with artists copying from the internet. Teaching positions come and go every year. You're just young, and as for your friends, they were nothing but hypocrites, taking advantage of your notes and then leaving. Your exes had their flaws and projected them onto you. They're all idiots if they think you're the bane of their existence, because now, they must realize how much you helped them. You mattered. You matter."

"Kyle."

"I wouldn't know who to call, who to tell the stupid things I see here to forget if you weren't there. I know you ask me to describe the scenery in each of my calls so I don't remember my missions, that you don't talk about my work to give me a bubble. And it matters to me, you matter to me enormously."

"I'm just trying to... help you."

"Then let me help you in return. Why don't you... why don't you come to my apartment?"

"Kyle, what?"

"You don't have a job anymore, do you? Rent is expensive and you have nothing holding you back. Come to England. My parents know a university, you could work there as a teaching assistant or find something else."

"Why?"

"Because you deserve better. I don't want to play the savior, I... it's selfish, but knowing that when I come back, I'll find you in my apartment is a selfish wish. I can't just settle for calls anymore, I want to hear your voice every morning."

"As friends?"

"No."

"I see."

"But if that's how you see us, then I'll respect your choice and my offer will always stand."

"I can't ask you to let me move in with you if I know that."

"I'll do anything for you."

"You're stubborn."

"Yes."

"I... I'll think about it."

"You haven't given me an answer."

"Do I really need to?"

"No. I... damn it, I wish I could kiss you."

"You'll have to wait until you come back."

"I can't wait."

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[heelluring]

please . . . | en— x reader

apocalypse, so instead of the vampire termination program... they have zombies. mentions of chloe, of course! hurtful words, pain, a n g s t

this is my own take to enhypen's concept film for romance untold. ever since i watched it, i can't stop thinking about it. the boys are so talented 🥹 i wrote this without thinking abt anything so please bare with me if there are mistakes

"The sun has gone down completely. We need to leave" Heeseung ordered, swiftly putting his gun on his waistline.

The group moved with haste. Jay immediately swiped the stocks left for them in a bag while the others prepared the guns and ensured the bullets are well taken care of.

In a few minutes, they're all ready. The car roared to life as Jake maneuvered it to swiftly left the building. But even before, the car passed the walls, a person blocked the road with its body causing the man to hit the break with a curse.

"Fuck, she caught us..." Sunghoon whispered gripping his hair in annoyance looking over the woman who's hitting the rear with its bare hands.

"Guys! Please talk to me, please." You shouted in panic while continuously hitting the car with your palms.

On the other hand, protests were heard inside the car the same time one of the doors opened before seeing the cat shaped eyes meeting yours. The same eyes that belonged to the person you're familiar with.

"Jungwon..." you breathlessly called. Hope swelled in chest. The man didn't reply, instead he haphazardly grabbed your arms and pushed you away from the car disinterested in your own well being.

"Wait— J-jung...won" You struggled to breath, "it hu-rts... you're hur... ting me" and the pain only intensifies when the man even shoved you down. Your eyes caught the other guys in the process, who are now standing casually outside near the car observing the scenes to unfold.

You felt new batches of tears swelling, before crawling the best you can to grab the man who called you his friend just a few days ago.

"Please, jungwon. Let me go with all of you. I-U promise I would never be an obstacle. You can even use me as bait," Your hands hardly hit your chest desperate to prove your worth, "or— or I would never ask for food. Just! Just please, let me go with you. I just wanted to find my mother" You pleaded. Your knees were near the floor while your shaking hands desperately hold on to the man's denim jacket.

"I will never ask for anything. Please. You can just drop me near busan and I can—"

"Why can't you understand anything, y/n? We will no longer help you find your mother. She might be dead now for all we know." Jungwon relentlessly replied cutting you deep with those words, "That means you're being a burden to us, and we're just wasting each other's time"

Y/n stared at her friend. Shocked was an understatement to what she just heard. Is this a dream? A nightmare? Because, jungwon would never do this to her. The jungwon she knew will never do this to her.

"But— you promised..."

"That promise? Promises are meant to be broken from the very start. We're now living in a different world, y/n. Promises are meant nothing in here"

"Finish that now, jungwon. Chloe's waiting..."

You sneered at what you heard. "So that's the reason. Because of that girl."

Jungwon stopped walking but didn't look back, "Chloe was in busan just like my mother so you will never waste time. I'm not asking for anything. I just... just please, I beg you. Let me go with you to get my mother! I will never ask for anything. Just for me to get there fast, to get her fast." You were now practically bowimg your head agaisnt the ground trying to seek mercy to the men you considered as brothers.

"We left some weapon and some stocks inside. Help yourself." His voice was loud and clear, his voice spiked with apathy. "We can't waste any more time helping you."

With that your cries only got louder. You tried to call for jungwon again but he never looked back, instead he walked straight to the car.

"Sunoo...! Please! Jake! Jay! Sung...hoon! Please! Anyone, please I beg you! Please, just this once! Ni-ki! Heeseung!" Tears flowed freely from your eyes, you can't even see anything from how blurry your vision was. But instead of wallowing in your cries, you still call their name. Begging, trying to spark any pity inside them.

The way they easily turn their back on you and walk away makes the numbing pain more evident on your system. You heard doors shutting before the car roared to life again, before it finally vanished from your sight.

"please... don't leave me alone..."

© heelluring | 2024

[tokoyamisstuff]

f! Reader | no warnings

They're all 100% meant to be girl dads. I can't explain why, it'd just be so cute. Literally the safest baby on earth.

Alucard

"I'd trade anything I have just for a child with your eyes."

Sis, that man is dead. 😭 I doubt even with his powers that's in his range of possibility.

No seriously, you'll probably voice your wish metaphorically, meaning it as a compliment, but it will throw him into a full blown existential crisis. He hates not being able to provide you with whatever you want, after all.

The suggestion alone wakes a desire in him that he never even thought about before. He'll secretly dwell in self-pity, fantasizing about what it'd be like.

At some point, he cannot bear that it'd stay a mere dream and suggest adoption.

Anderson

"Huh? *points to some orphans playing in the background* Don't we have enough already?"

Takes him a moment to understand the gravity of your words. Error. Brain stopped working.

Even if you're already long in a relationship/have been intimate with each other, he'll get adorably bashful at the thought. Is shocked how excited the thought of your belly growing round with his child makes him.

I don't think he's entirely opposed to the idea, but he honestly sees all of the orphans as his kids. There's already so many children without a family that need love and care out there, right?

Well, in the end the circumstances would easily allow it, and he's got enough experience. One more certainly won't hurt.

The Captain

...alright? Doesn't need to be told twice. He is the kind of guy that just goes along with everything his spouse says.

Not to sound indecent but he's a man on a mission, so prepare to be dragged into the next best place to fuck at any given time. Welp, that's how he found out he's got a breeding kink.

Gets even more clingy and openly affectionate than usual. Seriously, he can't wait until it finally happens, he might even be more thrilled than you are.

Walter

"My dear, you have no clue how much your words mean to me."

Delighted and overjoyed. It's been a great wish his entire life, but due to the course of his life he gave up on this naive hope years ago. To ever think he'd be given this chance, and with you of all people...he's truly blessed.

Would be prepared for every eventuality and literally carry you on his hands. You're used to being coddled by him, but this is some queen treatment right here.

His gratitude knows no limits. You'll forever be reminded of how much your family and your willingness to carry this child means to him.

Maxwell

"Wha- why? Am I not enough for you?"

Ugh. Children? He can barely tolerate dealing with people in general. Seriously, you should know him better than that.

Still, he's surprisingly cooperative. If you insist, guess it can't hurt as long as they turn out like you...

The closer the due-date however, the greater his panic and regret. Doesn't think he's cut out to be a father.

Definetly cries like a dog when holding his child for the first time. It's the most precious thing he's ever seen and he ends up being the most loving parent, thriving to give them everything he had lacked as a child himself.

Endlessly showers you in praise for gifting him this miracle, and having convinced him to the best decision of his life. This probably won't be the only child you'll have.

[velvetwyrme]

i beg (bug) of thee . .. more borrower au pleaze.

now you might be wanting more of the existing dynamic/s ive mentioned but @dubia-015 asked me about the other character concepts i hd in mind yesterday and then i sat down and went AHHHHHH into the void and it rewarded me with even more thoughts

yapping under the cut

please consider Ratchet thinking that the tiny person he helped out when he was still in medical school was a fever dream (too much coffee, not enough sleep). Only to get blindsided when a different tiny person shows up one day, loud and obnoxious but clearly worried about his friend who is injured, begging for Ratchet's help. And well, Ratchet doesn't know what to with the fact that Drift is REAL, but he DOES know what to do if someones bleeding out.

Or the flipside of that, Drift returning to his old house that he nearly died in, and finding out that the tiny man who helped him during that time is REAL and not a drug induced hallucination. If you want to get extra tasty with it, Drift almost stabs Ratchet, the blade THUNKING down in front of the borrower as Drift glares down at him. He wasn't even been looking, he just knew Ratchet was there. But as soon as Drift sees him his eyes widen and soften, as recognition finds him and he whispers... "Ratch?"

(I imagine he IMMEDIATELY panics and pulls the blade out because OH GOD HE NEARLY KILLED RATCHET) and can you tell i really want to draw this but also i really dont want to draw People.

And some other concepts!!

Borrower Brainstorm trying to one up human Perceptor while also trying to not be caught. He wants to be NOTICED and RECOGNIZED but he's meant to keep hidden but Perceptor is so brilliant he NEEDS to prove himself.

Human Whirl and his two tiny partners who he tries to scare off,,, or alternatively, Tailgate and Cyclonus and the borrower that they're luring into their home like a stray cat.

Borrower Skids pining fruitlessly over human Nautica!! Roommateless Swerve having a little borrower buddy in his walls who listens to him ramble. I can't decide who but my silly rarepair brain immediately went ULTRA MAGNUS because i have a soft spot for Swagnus hdjdhdjfbjd

And of course you can't forget tired veteran OP who has been passing messages with a mysterious stranger in the library who writes the most beautiful poetry and has a fresh new perspective on life, albeit one that is jaded, hardened by a life of being underfoot, downtrodden and struggling to survive day to do,,,,, like. Ghhhrghg.

im gonna fucking explode so you also get more thoughts abt the various versions ft the Constructicons, J/P and SW

Also if you go borrower!Soundwave and Prowl (Human Constructicons+Jazz) then you get the two of them working together somewhat begrudgingly at first- they have a working respect for each other that gives way to mutual appreciation for each other's logical prowess and intelligence, things that are required when trying to navigate a house filled w/ 5 rowdy guys. In that same version you have Rumble, Frenzy and their like. 8 dads. Since they're human, it's easier for the other humans to wrangle them but Soundwave and Prowl are the real powerhouses there who keep everyone in line.

In the one where the Constructicons are menacing J/P, they all slowly befriend Jazz first, who stays well out of the way of Prowl's investigations- he could tell him, but... this is the most fun he's seen Prowl have in a long time and it looks good on him. Also getting doted on by the pack of borrowers is a nice perk.

i literally cannot create fast enough to keep up w this. Also logically if I did anything I'd. probably cut down the amt of characters so I don't have to deak w/ as many interconnecting pieces but IN MY HEART OF HEARTS THIS IS THE DREAM

[skywalker1dream]

title: the mystery

note: so i just watched Serendipity and i had this idea, but i changed things. hope you like it, hoping you are having good day or night. drink water and eat healthy <3

seabstian vettel x reader

Warnings: None?

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The train to Italy rattled along the tracks, its rhythmic clattering a soothing backdrop to the journey. The summer sun poured through the windows, casting warm, golden beams across the carriage. You were immersed in a book, the pages a welcome distraction from the monotony of travel. As you turned a page, a flicker of light caught your eye. You glanced up, and your breath hitched.

Sitting across from you was a young man, not much older than you, with tousled blonde hair that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. His blue eyes were fixed on something outside the window, lost in thought. You couldn't help but stare, captivated by the way the light played in his hair, making it glow like a halo. He looked like something out of a fairy tale, and you found it impossible to look away.

Your gaze must have lingered too long, because suddenly, those blue eyes shifted and met yours. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but he said nothing. Embarrassed, you quickly returned to your book, cheeks flaming. The silence between you was thick with unspoken words, but neither of you made a move to break it.

Minutes stretched into an hour, the train speeding through the picturesque countryside. You tried to focus on your book, but the presence of the boy in front of you was a constant distraction. Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, he spoke.

"Do you always stare at strangers on trains?" His voice was light, teasing.

You looked up, surprised by his sudden approach. "Only the ones who look like they're glowing," you replied, your tone matching his.

He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "I suppose I should be flattered then. What's so interesting about a guy on a train?"

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Maybe it's the mystery. Who are you? Where are you going? Why are you on this train?"

He leaned forward, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Mystery, huh? He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Alright, mystery it is. How about we choose nicknames for each other instead?"

You nodded, liking the idea. "hmm you look like a 'Sunshine' to me," you said, thinking of how his hair had caught the light.

He laughed softly, a pleasant sound that made you smile. "Sunshine, huh? I like it." He looked at you thoughtfully. "I'll call you 'Vögelchen' then."

You blinked, unfamiliar with the word. "What does that mean?"

He grinned. "It's a secret. You'll have to figure it out on your own."

You pouted playfully. "That's not fair. At least give me a hint."

He leaned in, conspiratorial. "It’s something small and precious."

You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "Alright, Sunshine. I'll figure it out."

For the rest of the journey, the two of you talked about everything and nothing. You shared stories, dreams, and laughed over silly jokes. You felt an instant connection, a bond that seemed unexplainable. Every time you called him "Sunshine" his smile grew brighter, and every time he called you "Vögelchen" your heart skipped a beat, even though you had no idea what it meant.

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"Do you travel often?" he asked, leaning his chin on his hand as he listened intently.

"Whenever I can," you said. "There's so much to see and experience. What about you? Have you been to many places?"

He nodded. "Yes. But it's always a rush, you know? I never get to stay and really experience the places I visit."

"That sounds exciting, though," you said, imagining the thrill of traveling for a living. "Always on the move, new places, new people."

"It is," he admitted. "But sometimes, I wish I could slow down and just enjoy the moment."

You looked out the window, the scenery a blur of greens and blues. "Maybe you should take a break sometime. Enjoy a place just for its own sake."

"Maybe I will," he said, his tone thoughtful. "Where would you recommend?"

You smiled. "Italy is a good start. There's so much history, so much beauty."

"I'll take your word for it, Vögelchen," he said with a wink.

He occasionally switched to Hase or Liebling, each nickname making you laugh and wonder about their meanings.

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"So, Sunshine," you began, leaning back in your seat, "where are you headed in Italy?"

He shrugged casually. "I'm going to see some friends and take a little break. What about you?"

"I'm visiting family," you said. "I haven't seen them in a while, and they live in this beautiful old house by the coast."

"That sounds amazing," he said, his eyes lighting up. "I've always loved the coast. There's something calming about the ocean."

You nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. It's like all your worries just wash away with the waves."

He smiled, a soft, almost wistful look on his face. "Do you think we'll meet again after this train ride, Vögelchen?"

You felt a pang of sadness at the thought of parting ways. "Who knows? Maybe we will, maybe we won't. But isn't that part of the adventure?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess it is."

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As the train approached its final destination, a sense of melancholy settled over you. You didn't want the journey to end, didn't want to say goodbye to this mysterious boy who had brightened your day. When the train finally stopped, the two of you gathered your things and stepped onto the platform.

As the train began to slow down, signaling the approach to your destination, a bittersweet feeling settled over you. You didn't want this journey to end. When the train finally stopped, you both stood and gathered your things.

He turned to you, his expression serious for the first time. "Will I see you again?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

You looked into his eyes, feeling a strange sense of destiny. "If we're meant to meet again, we will," you said with a mysterious smile. "Let's leave it to fate."

He chuckled, shaking his head, looked disappointed but nodded in understanding. "Alright, Hase. Until we meet again."

You shook his hand, feeling a spark of something unexplainable. "Until we meet again, Sunshine."

You walked away, your heart light, and your mind filled with the memory of a boy with glowing hair and a captivating smile. As you stepped off the train and into the bustling station, you couldn't help but glance back, hoping to catch one last glimpse of him. He was watching you, his expression a mix of curiosity and longing.

With a final wave, you disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind the mystery of the boy named Sunshine and the promise of a future meeting.

You found a quiet corner of the station and pulled out a notebook from your bag. Inspired by your encounter, you began to jot down your thoughts, capturing the essence of the magical journey you had just experienced. The words flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, you had filled several pages.

Just as you were about to close the notebook, you noticed a small piece of paper tucked between the pages. Curious, you unfolded it and found a note written in elegant handwriting:

"Vögelchen,

Meeting you today has been an unexpected delight. I hope our paths cross again soon. Until then, keep shining bright.

~ Sunshine"

You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. Carefully, you tucked the note back into your notebook and stood up, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. You had no doubt that fate had something special in store for you and Sunshine, and you couldn't wait to see what

weeks later, whenever you saw the sun shining just right, making someone's hair glow like a halo, you thought of Sunshine and that magical train ride. And you hoped that someday, fate would bring you back together.

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Year had passed since that fateful train journey. You often thought about Sunshine, wondering where life had taken him. You had moved on, building a career and living life, but the memory of that golden-haired boy never quite faded.

One sunny afternoon, you found yourself at a motorsport event, the roar of engines filling the air. You were here on a whim, dragged along by friends who were fans of the sport. As you wandered through the crowd, you felt a strange sense of déjà vu. The sunlight was just right, casting a warm glow over everything.

You stopped near the paddock, watching as a group of drivers chatted animatedly. One of them caught your eye, a tall, blonde man whose hair glowed in the sunlight. Your heart skipped a beat as memories of that train ride flooded back.

He turned, as if sensing your gaze, and for a moment, time stood still. Those same blue eyes met yours, filled with the same twinkling amusement. He walked over, a slow, confident stride, and stopped in front of you.

"Do you always stare at strangers?" he asked, the same teasing tone in his voice.

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. "Only the ones who look like they're glowing."

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar. "It's been a long time, Hase."

You felt tears prick your eyes. "Too long, Sunshine."

"And now we're here, in this chaos," he said, gesturing around. "Who would have thought?"

"I certainly didn't," you replied, still in disbelief. "Are you racing?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I am. It's been quite a journey since that train ride."

"Wow," you said, genuinely impressed. "I always knew you'd do something amazing."

He smiled softly. "Thanks. And you? What have you been up to?"

"Mostly work, travel, living life," you said. "But I never forgot that train ride. It was... special."

"It was," he agreed, his eyes softening. "Maybe we were meant to meet again after all."

You laughed, a sound filled with relief and joy. "Maybe we were. So, what now, Sunshine?"

He took your hand, the touch sending a jolt of warmth through you. "How about we start with catching up properly? And maybe this time, we'll keep in touch."

You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "I'd like that, Sunshine. I'd like that a lot."

And just like that, the mystery was gone. You had found each other again, just as you always knew you would.

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byeee

~ sent from my ipheon

[writingstoraes]

begin again 🌷 (split pt. 3)

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: the long awaited part 3! this took so long only cause i had no idea how i want it to go lol anyway i hope u guys love this one :D lmk what u think!

about: almost a year after your split with charles, fans take a trip down memory lane and wondering why the two of you seemed to have watered things down after soft launching other people months ago. a bunch of rumors also set twt crazy along with speculations at your paddock appearance where you apparently support ferrari.

read: part 1, part 2 (can read on its own, but the parts provide context hehe)

yourusername

liked by isahernaez, lilymhe, landonorris, and 231,298 others

yourusername back at the happiest place on earth ❤️

lilymhe Have fun, love xo

yourbff Looking that good just to watch a race????

tyretactics QUEEN I ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD TO YOU EVERY RACE

charliez1655 miss mam twt is on fire we all miss you 😪

leclercsluv wdym shes almost always at every race ricciardoshooey no they meant w charles lol

yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

Now playing: Charles Leclerc, 2023 Austrian GP, Post-Sprint Shootout Interviews

yourusername

liked by yourbff, lilymhe, carlossainz55, and 210,593 others

yourusername on a wednesday, in a cafe, i watched it begin again

lecslover looking GOOD AS HELL QUEEN

sainzplaylist god shes back to the man shes been soft launching i think i am going to be: sick

1655lecs that might be charles, we don't know 🙏 sainzplaylist yeah i think its time we let that go lol

wagsqueens mam im sorry wym by begin again???

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc It's nice to have a friend 🌅

tyreexpert u cant tell me thats not y/n 😪 she's his friend after all...

joris__trouche Looking sharp!

lecssainz16 war is over you guys theyre back at it i am in my acceptance stage now

Some months later...

yourusername

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yourusername i am and willl always be your number one fan. words cannot encapsulate how proud i am of you; truly, you deserve all of this and so much more. congratulations, my love ❤️

it's nice to see you running towards me again :)

ps. yes we've been soft-launching each other the past months hahaha

leclercfan AM I DREAMING SOMEONE PINCH ME

livwatchraces i screamed when i saw you guys on the screen!!!

carlossainz55 Aaand they're back 🎉

charles_leclerc Thanks, number one shipper

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Sunshine in human form.

A few months ago, I started hanging on to the fact that in good faith and in good time, things will eventually work its way out. Almost a year ago, it seems as if we have closed a chapter but today, we are living proof people who are made for each other can begin again.

Ce sera toujours toi 🤍 It will always be you.

scuderiaferrari We missed you tons, Y/N! ❤️

wagsf1 the queen of all queens is back we love to see it

lecslover it's years later and he still talks about her the same way he always have 🥹

sainzchamp The way theyve been soft launching each other all this time and that one rumor of Charles being with another girl was still Y/N 😭

yourusername sold our apartment already? too bad 😆

charles_leclerc I never actually sold it, if I did, I'd probably buy it back

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy, @mehrmonga, @mess-in-side, @leclerc16s, @thelovehypothesis, @dakotali, @aldene-styles

notes: eeee and its finally done! cant believe it took so much time before i finished all three parts lol anyway thank you so much for those who waited for the part three (i see all the asks on my inbox and the comments ehehe) i really just didn't know how i wanted it to go so! i hope you guys love this and lmk what you think <3

[justiceiscalling]

i had a dream that reminded me of the show titans and oh my god am i glad that show ended. it was so fun for me who never touched a comic a day in her life (and then when i did my first comics were DCeased), but god did they do jason so dirty.

like why did every adult in his life hate him? kori, who was everyones maternal figure in this shit, literally said she was angry at jason for dying.

(Kori: "i'm so angry."

Superboy: "At the Joker?"

Kori: "No, at Jason."

Gar: "Jason? Why?"

Kori: "Because he never learned! Jason never evolved. He never grew past his own worst instincts. Don't let that happen to you." --Titans Season 3 Episode 2)

like i know she did NOT try to turn his death into a lesson for gar and conner???? like what the actual fuck man. he literally tried to kill himself the season prior and you guys offered him no help, just antagonized him and treated him like absolute shit.

like, yes bro was bratty but nobody even cared to ask why? or to talk to bruce about it, to try to train it out of him, to offer him fucking therapy (i'm very aware he'd say no to this but its the thought that counts). but nope. just, don't let that happen to you.

as if that wasn't gars friend?? as if jason and gar weren't close? conner and jason, yeah, sure, fine. he probably didn't grieve a lot over him, they barely knew each other. but jason and gar? they got along.

and then the writers turning him absolutely evil was an insane option but, fine. killing hank for no reason other than the fact that he can? killing dick grayson? okay, go big or go home i guess (completely ignore the fact that jason only killed those who 'deserved' it (committed pretty serious crimes)).

to make matters worse, they didn't even stick to evil jason! they had a shitty somewhat-redeption arc at the end of the season (where jason gives them the code) and then the next season tim becomes fucking robin and he's okay with it?? he's??? fine??? with??? it???

he trains tim. jason todd trains tim drake.

even in titans, when jason started out he fucking loved robin. he was so excited to run around with robin dick grayson. jason died in that suit. yes he was being reckless, yes it wasn't a good instinct to go after the joker alone. but he was inexperienced. if bruce wants to have teenagers running around in suits he needs to properly teach them what they're doing before he allows them to leave in the green tights.

jason wouldn't train tim. not to be a part of a team that almost drove him to commit suicide, not to parade around in the same colors he died in. he'd probably beat the shit out of tim for doing that because tim knows the gist of what happened to him and he still wants to wear the green panties.

and if not then he'd just leave him alone, he wouldn't train the little shit to go out and wear those colors. maybe advise him to be something else because robins tend to have a short life span (both him and dick died in this universe and were then revived).

so, yeah, jason todd was immensely flawed in titans (reminded me of damian wayne in a way, actually) but he did not--in no way--deserve that treatment from the people meant to be his friends/mentors (rachel, kori, dick, bruce), and the the way these people treated him CAUSED his evil character arc. yes, i will die on this hill.

and GOD, don't even get me started on how badly they fucked up tim's character.

[the-dragon-hearted]

Love in Arcane

There are a lot of themes in Arcane but an overarching theme is the dangers of love. Often times, love is put on a pedestal and mistaken as sacred. Love is always good, always "pure".

Arcane actively pushes against that.

I think a lot of the discourse surrounding some of the relationships wouldn't be as big if we recognized that love is just... not always a good thing. Silco and Jinx, Powder and Vi, Mel and Ambessa, they all display that - let me explain.

Silco and Jinx: Probably the most obvious example of this

Silco loves Jinx. This earnestly cannot be argued, he was willing to throw away his dream of an independent Zaun because he could not handle the idea of betraying her. Not losing her - betraying her. Hurting her. He was willing to give himself up, telling Jayce everything she did was what he ordered. It is not a possessive twisted love where he wants her near - he has spent her entire life promising that he won't betray her and he meant it.

BUT!

That does not mean Silco is a good father. He loves her - absolutely. But love is not always good. Everything Silco passed on to Jinx was an example of how he saw the world. Silco was a paranoid, hurt man and as such he made his daughter a paranoid, hurt woman. Love forms us, it teaches us and builds us. Silco loved Jinx but he hated Piltover. He was willing to use violence and use people to get to his goal and he taught Jinx that those methods were acceptable. And he loves Jinx, so she learned.

And after he dies, part of her healing is unlearning those lessons. It's no mistake the ghost of Silco she sees in that cell is a somber one - warning her about the cycle of violence she knows all too well. It's no mistake that Silco's solution was one he never managed to do.

A parent can love you, but that does not change who they are. It does not change what they teach you. Especially if they think they're right.

Powder and Vi: this one hits a lil personally for me

Violet is a parentified older sister, she doesn't just feel responsible for Powder - it's her purpose. It's more than a role to fill or a job to do, if something happens to Powder it is Violet's fault.

And Powder? Vi was everything to her. She looked to Vi for praise, for guidance. Everything she was supposed to seek out in a parent she had to look for in a fellow child. And when Violet leaves her (not really but that's how she understands it), she is ripped away from the only source of dependency she has. So there's a level of resentment there and a fear of further abandonment. Because if the most reliable person in her life can leave her, who won't?

When they reunite, Vi is trying to fulfill a role Jinx no longer needs. Jinx is independent. A lot of people try to say that Vi made Jinx or Silco made Jinx but remember that at the end of the day, Jinx is Jinx. She is a person who makes her own choices and has to find her own path. Violet can't recognize that until it's too late - and then, because she's known her whole life that it is her purpose to take responsibility for Powder, she betrays everything she ever stood for, puts on an enforcer badge, and takes to the streets to try to atone for her failure.

Vi sees Jinx as her failure.

And Jinx? When Vi comes back she tries to find that dependency she once knew. She tries to figure out if she can still depend on that sister who once meant the entire world to her. But she can't. She never should have. And learning that the person you idolize most sees you as either a child or a threat is gutting. Jinx is not a child, so she must be a threat. Because Vi can't love Jinx, she loves Powder. And Jinx can't be Powder anymore, and if that's the case then Violet can't love her.

They both do love each other. They love the memories of the other. Who they once were. When they start to learn about one another again and rekindle that siblinghood it becomes healthier - it's more meaningful and respectful but before then? No matter how hard Violet tried, even if Jinx had chosen to be Powder again, their love would not have been healthy. Violet needed to learn that Jinx was her own person. And that she was not responsible for her, not anymore. Jinx needed to find herself and recognize Vi's failures. Recognize Violet as a person too.

Because siblings change. They grow. Apart and then back together, usually. Siblings love each other but you have to love more than the person someone used to be. Otherwise, you're just pouring your grief on the person they've become.

Ambessa and Mel:

Perfectionist mother meets over-achiever, independent daughter. This is the clearest cut of all the relationships, in my opinion. We know Mel resents that her mother sent her away because she wanted to stay. She wanted to make her mother proud and if she couldn't make her proud she'd damn well spite her. And Ambessa? She loves Mel. She makes that very clear.

But sometimes, love is not something to desire. Sometimes love is synonymous with prison.

Ambessa's love meant she wanted her children to be survivors. Fighters. Winners. She wanted her children to be her.

Mel? Mel figured out quickly enough she didn't want to be her mother, she wanted to be herself. She feared what her mother could do but recognized the tactics and skills she honed were granted to her from the cradle.

That last word: "You have become the wolf."

The nail in the coffin. All the love, all the adoration in that tone, and yet Ambessa's love condemns Mel to a life she never wanted. Because now Mel is her mother's daughter. She is the wolf her mother raised. The heir. Mel loses everything she built and fought for as her Mother dies in her arms, by her hands.

Love. Succession. They can coexist with hate and damnation.

You can love someone and hurt them. Being loved can be hurtful. Love does not mean healthy. It does not mean good. Because love doesn't really have a tangible definition. You can love someone with everything in your body and still be bad for them. Someone can love you with all they have and yet haunt you long after their gone. I think we've placed love on this untouchable pedestal that we dare not touch or critique.

Because: "If it's bad for you it can't be love. No - people who love you don't hurt you. Love is only good. Love is good!"

It's important to know that being loved does not equal being happy, fulfilled, or safe. Better love exists. Healthy, meaningful, caring love exists. But even that will not always be perfect.

Love hurts. Love can be the most hurtful thing out there. Adoring someone rides a find line with glorifying them - love doesn't do that. Love knows your faults. It comes with faults. And adding the right combination of faults can make love a twisted sort of thing. Toxic is a word that's thrown around a lot and often separated from love.

Love can be toxic. It doesn't always become some separate entity, it just manifests sickeningly. Arcane shows us that.

It also shows us love can be good. It can forgive and accept. It can cradle and hold and save. It can last through dimensions and centuries, even through death. Love, like anything else, has many forms. Good and bad.

Doesn't Singed do atrocious things in the name of Love?

Doesn't Ekko recognize that even if he loves Powder, it's not his world. It's not his happiness to have. Doesn't leaving that love take strength?

Don't Viktor and Jayce find love in faults? In each other's shortcomings, not despite them but because of them?

Arcane encourages us to recognize Love's complexities and contradictions. And I think that's neat.

[islayhawkin]

A gentle hand

john price x f!reader

Summary: you take care of John after he comes home tired and bruised

A/N: I just want to take care of him ahhhh probably unrealistic but idk a girl can dream

Fluff

The click of the key in the door could be heard throughout your quiet home. You were on your feet in a matter of seconds.

John entered with a heavy bag slung over his shoulder and still in full camo gear. Through the darkness from outside, his form appeared scarily big in the doorframe. He only had time to throw the bag on the floor before you crashed into him. Your cheek pressed against his chest and arms squeezing him tight. He made a small oof but immediately engulfed you in his grip.

"I missed you too." he muttered with a slight chuckle.

You stayed in that position for a few moments. Basking in each other's presence. John breathed out heavily.

You loosened yourself slightly from him and instead raised your hands to cup his cheeks. His beard was longer than usual but tickled your palm in a familiar way. Your brows pulled together in concern at a scratch on his temple.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?"

John almost laughed. Of course something happened. It was the whole point of the mission to make something happen. You looked at him with such pure concern that he wondered how he deserved you. He slightly bowed his head down, making him look smaller than he was.

"I'm fine. Just the usual. Nothing major" he spoke softly.

You brushed gently through his hair. "Good. I'll take a look at that scratch though." It was almost a whisper. Your voice so delicate as if he could break in your arms.

"Yes ma'am."

Dark circles made his blue eyes stand out in the dim light. There was that worry line between his brows, which took forever to disappear whenever he got home. A small cut on his lip. Dirt in his beard. You couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Your beard needs shaving again." You observed.

He chuckled and ran a hand over his chin. "I know, has gotten rather long hasn't it?"

John reluctantly untangled himself from you and lifted his bag into your shared bedroom to unpack. He unclasped the straps of his tactical vest and you helped him with one on the back. You observed how exhausted he was in the way he moved more sluggishly.

"Are the others fine?" You unpacked some stuff from his bag absently. You threw loads of used underwear and dirty shirts in the laundry basket. You'd have to make an extra wash for his clothes tomorrow.

He put his tactical gear in a grawer. "They're still kickin'. Though Kyle got hung from the chopper upside down. Left him quite shaken, I believe."

You shook your head with a sigh. "I'm gonna check in with him soon. He went home to his mum?"

John grunted which could be interpreted in various ways but you could identify it as an affirmation. Though you weren't sure if it was meant as an answer or as a result of his struggle to pull the shirt over his head without hurting his wounds.

"Let me help..." You tugged him to you by the front of his belt and brought the fabric over the wound on his rib. It looked like a nasty blow. Your brows creased in worry.

John observed you dumbfounded as you fussed over his form and followed your instructions when you mumbled at him to lift his arms. If his men saw him now, they'd never let him live it down. He must have looked pathetic, but as long as you looked at him with such tenderness he frankly didn't care.

Before you, he had never felt a tender touch like yours. It was unfitting for him. He was a big man; a captain. All he knew was roughness. A hard pat on the back or handshake. But for you, touching him so carefully was the most natural. He still didn't comprehend that he was married to you.

"I thought you said nothing major...that looks painful." You scolded him gently. John knew you enough to know that you were just looking out for him but he still felt as if he had disappointed you.

"I didn' want to worry you luv." His accent got thicker whenever he was tired, making it sometimes even difficult for you to follow along.

"You know I worry, no matter what." You could read his body language like an open book. He shrunk in on himself whenever he felt guilty and his tired eyes didn't meet your disapproving gaze anymore. "You sure that your rib isn't harmed?"

A featherlight touch went around the wound as you inspected it, making john involuntarily shiver.

"It's fine. They checked it."

You hummed before grabbing a pair of sweatpants for him. "I'll get the first aid kit."

John had changed by the time you got back and spread the supplies out on the bed. A wet cloth in one hand, the other placed delicately on his skin.

"How did you get that?"

He leaned his head back and sighed. "Hand to hand combat."

You wiped the wound clean. Some dried blood was around it, and a purple bruise was already building under his skin. You felt his muscles shift beneath your fingers and his chest moved with a deep inhale.

You glanced up at him through your lashes. "Do you need to sit down?"

"Darling m' good. Just tired. Been on my feet for ages." The reassuring smile made his eyes crinkle.

"Sit down then..." You gushed him onto the bed before stepping in between his legs and continuing your work.

John observed your concentrated expression with adoration. "I love when you do that."

"Do what?"

"Take care of me. I couldn't imagine a better welcome to come home to."

You stilled your movements momentarily as a light blush spread over your cheeks. "Well, I'm glad you like it."

A sudden tightness constricted his throat. The word like didn't capture the way he felt. Not even slightly. He thought about these moments when he was away a lot. Laying on the floor, wishing he'd be home with you, hoping he'd see you again, praying that you were doing okay. When he first met you he finally felt like his life had a purpose. All those years in training, going through hell and back in the military. He did it all to be able to protect you; serve you. Bloody hell what was he thinking. Soap was right: he really was whipped, even after all these years. The time apart when he was on a mission only seemed to worsen it.

He didn't say any of that. You could only see a small pull of his lips from the outside but you learned to interpret his actions as words.

To lighten the mood you prodded against his belly. "If I want to do a good job I'll need to put some meat back on those bones."

He giggled. Yes, john price giggled, though it sounded rather like a low chuckle from his mouth. He caged your hands in his and pulled you to him, making you stumble out of balance slightly.

"Good thing you like me too with all your food in my belly." a grin on his face, as he looked up at you.

"Just makes you more comfy." you gave the top of his head a kiss. "Nothing could make me change my mind about you anyway."

The look he gave you resembled a happy puppy.

John didn't sleep much that night. He was on the verge of collapsing but he didn't want to take his eyes off of you in the dark of the room. He would take every moment he could get.

[iamalasagnagirl]

PART 2 OF WLW BOOKS PLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, let's see, I'll start with two of my new fav books ever, both written by Debra Flores:

1. One Day You'll Leave Me

Karen is an ordinary woman living an ordinary life in the year 2010. Until the day she hears an unfamiliar song that moves her in a way she cannot understand or explain.

Judy Paige was also an ordinary young woman, who lived an ordinary life, up until the day she sang one of her songs at a show in the year 1964.

When Karen's curiosity about the song turns into an obsession about the woman who sang it, she's drawn to the town in which Judy Paige was born and raised.

It's there that Karen is approached by a man who asks Karen a simple question. "Would you like to meet her?" The question is simple, but the answer is not.

2. The Library by the River

It was an ordinary day in March of 1985, the day Beth walked in to a library and met Sarah, the woman that would change her life forever.

At a time when the AIDS epidemic was well underway, when society still labeled homosexuality as an illness, something to be hidden away, whispered about, but not talked about aloud, there were certainly obstacles in their way.

Even so, obstacles or not, Beth is twenty and Sarah is twenty-eight, they're young, and in love, they can handle whatever comes their way. Or so they think. The one thing they may not be able to overcome is Kim. Beth's jealous best friend. She doesn't see Sarah the way Beth does, far from it, she sees her as nothing more than a problem that needs to be taken care of. An impediment to the relationship she knows she and Beth are meant to have. Volatile and hot-headed, yes, but is Kim actually capable of tearing them apart? And at what cost?

Kiss of Seduction by Rawnie Sabor

Evie is trapped. Held captive by the vampiric Court of Night, she has experienced nothing but pain and terror for over a year.

Natalya is the second-in-command of the Chicago-based Court of Chains. She is among a succubus. A being of pure Sin, whose touch is agony and whose kiss is a death sentence.

This book is an emotionally charged, sapphic love story of healing through trauma, reclaiming yourself after tragedy, and trusting another to catch you when you fall.

Meet me in Berlin by Samantha L. Valentine

"If we lose each other, then we’ll come back to this spot, on this day, at this time, every year until we find each other."

But how do you find someone from the other side of the world when you only know their first name, and the only plan you made to reunite was to meet in a Berlin park in late August at 6 pm, eleven years ago?

The Ride of Her Life by Jennifer Dugan

Molly dreams of starting her own wedding planning company when she inherits a run-down, struggling horse barn, courtesy of her late aunt.

But maybe — if she can sell the land, the profits could be the small-business seed money miracle she’s been waiting for.

The real snag in her plan is Shani. Judgmental, grouchy Shani, who thinks she’s so morally superior because she hasn’t given up on the crumbling barn while Molly wants to “destroy” everything her aunt built; who’s really good with the horses, and always comes whenever Molly calls her in a panic; and is actually kind of thoughtful, and obnoxiously hot, and has Shani become an entirely different kind of problem? One Molly can’t possibly solve, no matter how much her heart wants to?

For Love or Scandal by J.J. Arias

Laney Menendez, a once-celebrated Hollywood director, has a chance at a comeback. The catch? She must first marry her brother’s soap-star boyfriend to stop him from being outed by a tabloid.

For Laney, the lavish fake wedding is meant to be all business, until she meets the wedding planner, Jennifer Acosta.

Their attraction is instant and undeniable. As Laney and Jennifer work closely planning the wedding, stolen moments stoke the flames of a passion too powerful to resist.

Immerse yourself in this steamy tale where fantasy and reality entwine. Love makes its own rules, and for Laney and Jennifer, the fake wedding of the year may just be the start of something real.

Before You Were Mine by Heidi Lowe

After the intercity bus she's traveling on crashes into a bridge, Abigail wakes up in a hospital in Utah with no memory of who she is.

Unsure of when, or even if, her memory will return, she settles into her new life in Oakwood, where she meets Tiffany, a nurse she befriends while hospitalized. Abby knows it would be unwise to get involved with someone while her past is still a blur, so she tries to ignore her growing feelings for the beautiful woman. But as the two grow closer, and things get serious between them, Abby is finally ready to put her unknown past to bed... Which might be a problem for James, her husband of two years.

Graceless by Ruby Landers (book Two of the Grace Notes Trilogy)

Savannah Grace is on top of the world when her younger sister Cassidy shows up on her doorstep with one plan and one plan only: for her sister to turn her into a star.

Savannah’s nanny Lane has grown all the way up, from a cute punk kid to a classic handsome heartbreaker, a long trail of short flings in their wake. They don’t have a second to waste on Cassidy, after all she’s rude, ignorant, hot-tempered and kind of a brat. It’s just… does their boss’s little sister have to be so hot? Of course things could always get worse.

Of course, Sarah Waters' books:

1. Fingersmith

Sue Trinder is an orphan, left as an infant in the care of Mrs. Sucksby, a "baby farmer," who raised her with unusual tenderness, as if Sue were her own.

Mrs. Sucksby’s household, with its fussy babies calmed with doses of gin, also hosts a transient family of petty thieves—fingersmiths—for whom this house in the heart of a mean London slum is home.

One day, the most beloved thief of all arrives—Gentleman carries with him an enticing proposition for Sue: If she wins a position as the maid to Maud Lilly, a naïve gentlewoman, and aids Gentleman in her seduction, then they will all share in Maud’s vast inheritance. Once the inheritance is secured, Maud will be disposed of—passed off as mad, and made to live out the rest of her days in a lunatic asylum.

With dreams of paying back the kindness of her adopted family, Sue agrees to the plan. Once in, however, Sue begins to pity her helpless mark and care for Maud Lilly in unexpected ways...But no one and nothing is as it seems in this Dickensian novel of thrills and reversals.

2. The paying guests

It is 1922 and in South London, in a genteel Camberwell villa—a large, silent house now bereft of brothers, husband, and even servants—life is about to be transformed, as impoverished widow Mrs. Wray and her spinster daughter, Frances, are obliged to take in lodgers.

With the arrival of Lilian and Leonard Barber, a modern young couple of the “clerk class,” the routines of the house will be shaken up in unexpected ways. Little do the Wrays know just how profoundly their new tenants will alter the course of Frances’s life—or, as passions mount and frustration gathers, how far-reaching, and how devastating, the disturbances will be

3. Affinity

An upper-class woman recovering from a suicide attempt, Margaret Prior has begun visiting the women’s ward of Millbank prison as part of her rehabilitative charity work. Amongst Millbank’s murderers and common thieves, Margaret finds herself increasingly fascinated by an apparently innocent inmate, the enigmatic spiritualist Selina Dawes. Selina was imprisoned after a séance she was conducting went horribly awry, leaving an elderly matron dead and a young woman deeply disturbed.

Margaret is soon drawn into a twilight world of ghosts and shadows, unruly spirits and unseemly passions, until she is at last driven to concoct a desperate plot to secure Selina’s freedom, and her own.

4. Tipping the velvet

Nan King is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act.

At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins.

Turbulence by E. J. Noyes

Stockbroker Isabelle Rhodes has a lot of money, a lot of trust issues, and a whole lot of reasons to believe her ex-girlfriend was right when she said that Isabelle sucked at relationships. With that accusation stuck in her head, Isabelle throws caution to the wind and dives into her first one-night stand. Checking that off her bucket list should be something to celebrate—except it turns out that the woman she just spent an earth-shattering night with is actually her newly hired company pilot, Audrey Graham.

Concerned about the stigma of workplace dalliances, Isabelle vows it can’t go further than the one night. Good plan—if not for an insistent libido and an even more persistent Audrey who conspires to break Isabelle’s resolve. Soon their no strings arrangement starts to feel a lot like dating, and Isabelle finds herself wanting more than just casual nights together

Fear Of Falling by Georgia Beers

Since she was fourteen, singer Sophie James has been an international superstar. With her career (and life) directed by her manager, Ray, she hasn’t had to worry about a thing for more than a decade. But when Ray has a heart attack, Sophie is left without the only real father figure she’s ever known and questioning everything she believes about what’s important to her.

Enter Dana Landon, the new manager sent by Sophie’s record company. Dana is gorgeous, sophisticated, and ready to do her job keeping Sophie’s career on track and making the record company money. Dana captures Sophie’s attention in ways Sophie never expected--and isn't ready for, but after so many years of being told what to do, Sophie’s ready to shake things up with some ideas of her own.

[helloitstsyu]

dangerous woman | stacee jaxx [18+]

My masterlist

Pairing : stacee jaxx x fem¡reader

Warning : smut, masturbation, nsfw language, sex toy, minors dni!

Requested by my dear friend @elenavampire21 hope you like this ❤️

Something bout you, makes me wanna do things i shouldn't

Have you ever wanted something so bad knowing you shouldn't? Have you ever dreamed of something so bad knowing it is bad for you?

Stacee Jaxx.

Yes, the famous singer Stacee Jaxx. The man who is able to have hundreds of girls drooling for him. For a while, you really thought you weren't those girls. Those girls who are stupidly do as whatever he told. Those girls who would've died just for their stupid celebrity crush.

He does have an amazing singing voice, yes, and you can't lie to yourself that you quite like his songs too. But Stacee wasn't really much of a respective gentleman, so the idea of having respect, let alone worshiping him is not in your cart. You loathe asshole, specifically those who do as whatever they're please and not give a damn shit about anything else other than themselves. That pretty much sums up Stacee Jaxx's character.

Ever since you first met him in The Bourbon Club, he has shown you nothing but pain in the ass kind of attitude. He constantly thinks that he could have anything he desires easily because he's just the Stacee Jaxx.

Every conversation you exchanged with him is like a dreadful memory printed on your mind. Stacee Jaxx is the living example of vexation for you. But here you are again, completely possessed by the alluring charm of his as he performs Pour Some Sugar On Me. The way his body moves. Those flexing toned exterior of his, the way his skin glistening underneath the light. Oh, you're so feeling hot yourself.

Stacee knows what he's doing. He's totally meant to do it all to capture your very attention. Ever since he first laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you instantly. From your rare beauty to your smart mouth, he knew he's a goner for you. But what intrigued him more is your ability to resist him. No girl ever has done that to him, and to win you over will be his personal accomplishment he'd be proudly gloat on.

"Y/N!" Cherry, your boss calls you out as the music bangs louder at the end of the song.

You awake from your daydreaming thoughts and turn your head towards her. "Yes?"

"What are you doing here, i paid you for something, girl. Get to work and clean up upstairs!" She tells in your ear.

She's right. You shouldn't stay here and watch Stacee all night. It'll only make him believe that you're one of his admiring fans and make him be more overconfidently proud of himself. To which you'll hate more of him.

So you go upstairs, passing every one of the people in this crowded club. Meeting your colleague, she tells you she got the floor covered and asks you to just take care the VIP room. Entering the VIP room, you're surprised that no one is here, but the room is for sure messy as hell with bottles and glasses everywhere. So you decide to clean it up that way you won't have to stay late to work.

Working as a server in one of the biggest club in the city wasn't really on your new year'sresolutions, but this is your way to make a living so you just gotta do what you gotta do. It wasn't a dream job of course. You often get misunderstood, but you can survive each night. And you find each night to have its own interesting thing. Say you always have that dark, playful side of you. Something about the life of the night and the vibe of the club awakes something naughty inside of you.

As you're tidying the sofa area, underneath the pile of pillows, you find something.... A vibrator.

"Jeez.." you shake your head.

Taking the little pink toy, you nearly toss it to the bin. But before your finger let go of the item, you think for a moment. Something in you wanting to know. And for some reason, your mind decided to replay the memory of every encounter you have with Stacee. You're contemplating yourself, trying to fight every urge in yourself to play with the pink toy you found.

Looking around to find no one is around, you lay down on the sofa. Eyeing the stranger toy in your hand, you press the on button, and it starts to vibrate with a little buzzing noise. Biting your lip, you slowly draw the toy to your chest. It feels good as it makes contact with your skin. Slowly, you drag the toy across your breast and down across your body. The moment the vibrator hits your clit from above your jeans, you whimper.

Biting your lip, you chuckle to yourself. It feels so good, and you don't care if it's so wrong to do.

You unbutton your jeans, hands slipping underneath it as you bring the toy to meet your clit. Again, you press the on button. The moment it vibrates on your clit, you fight back a loud moan to spill out. As you close your eyes the picture of Stacee is still playing in your mind.

"F–fuuck—!" You whimper. Eyes fluttering open and close as you feel the building heat inside of you.

Feeling like someone is watching you, you look up, finding his reflection in the mirror. "Stacee," You gasp and jump in a scare. Turning your face around you meet him leaning against the door, hands on his pocket. He doesn't say anything. He just stares at you still, doesn't even move.

"Wouldn't you like to watch me,"

Stacee chuckles darkly, and he walks slowly towards you. "Don't let me interrupt you," he takes a bottle of scotch on the table in front of you and takes a seat on the sofa in front of you. He takes a sip of the scotch with his eyes still locked on you the whole time.

"So you're just going to watch?" You ask.

Stacee's slowly nods.

You have no idea where this confident comes from, but right in this moment, you're feeling dangerously confident. You for sure not going to chicken out the moment you're going to have your pleasure. There's just something about Stacee that makes you wanting to be like a dangerous woman. You lay down again on the sofa. Turning the little toy on again, you slip it again underneath your jeans to your clit. Stacee watches you with darkened, lustful eyes. Your whimper get louder by the seconds you press the toy on your clit. Hands traveling all around your own body, you grip onto the sofa as your body bends upwards. "Ahhh—!" You moan.

Stacee could feel himself hardening and losing room on his crotch. The way your legs jerking, body twitching, it nearly make him wanting to take out his cock and jerk himself too. The filthy moans slip out of your perfect little mouth sounds like the best music to his ear. He wanted to kiss and devour your mouth for so long that he has lost count how many times he had dreams of you.

And soon enough, you're spilling all over. You're moaning hard, body bending off the sofa, your toes curling, and digging the leather of the sofa. Opening your eyes toward him again, his breath is just as messy as yours. You stand up and strut your way towards him. You lean down onto him, face stays inches away from his. You look deeply into his eyes.

Stacee clenches his jaw, yet his deep intense glare never falters. A second past with silence with you just exchanging wordless conversation by eyes alone with the rockstar. "Well," you break the silence, eyes instinctively just drops down you could see the effect you put on him. The evidently tent on his crotch makes your breath stalled.

Eyes peering back up meeting his green orbs, You hand him the used vibrator to his chest. He grabs back your hand, a sly smirk appears on his face.

"That was fun," you devilishly smirk at him.

You could see the flickers in his eyes. That's the switch being pulled off. Just as you're about to stand straight and turn your back to him, Stacee grabs your face and pulls you to his lips. He pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. Quickly, he finds a way to slip his tongue to meet yours. He hungrily kisses and devours you, his hands traveling all around you, slipping through your hair, grazing along your back. His touches send burning traces on your skin.

Stacee moves to kiss your neck. Wet sloppy kisses go all over your skin. He's trying to find your sweet spot, which he finds effortlessly. You're whimpering as he nibs the spot, you instinctively just grind on his hard center. "Ohh, Stace—" you whimper.

"You drive me crazy, Y/N," his deep voice growls in your ear.

Looking back to his eyes. You cup his face, "So beautiful," he whispers as he caresses your face gently.

His eyes light up with excitement, quickly he undress you. One by one, all of your clothes are tossed to the floor. You unbutton his pants, his hard cock springs free slapping his abs. Impatiently needing all of him, you push him inside of you.

"OH!" You moan as you feel his shaft spreading your tight walls.

"Fuck—!" He groans to you. His hands gripping you hard. "Fuck, baby!" He groans.

The fullness of him sends dizziness of pleasure to your mind. Slowly you start grinding on him, fucking him in a slow set pace.

"Oh, you feel so fucking good," Stacee holds your face. He rests his forehead on yours. Eyes are lost in the pool of pleasure. "So... tight..." he cooes.

Stacee rocks his hips upwards too, meeting you halfway, he fucks you back. "Stace..." you whimper.

"Darling—" he murmurs. With his hands gripping on each side of your hips, you fuck him harder, grinding even harder on him, you could feel him starts to throbbing inside of you.

His eyebrows furrowing, his breath ragging. You could see the sweat starting to collect on his chest, and his skin starts to turn into flush red. He's close, you know he's close. "What?" You tease him mischievously.

"P-please," he breathlessly beg you.

You giggle, "Oh he knows how to say please now."

The cocky asshole who do whatever as he pleases now is practically begging you. "Y/N!" He shut his eyes close and grip tightly on your hips.

"Don't cum yet, Stace!"

You chuckle, liking the way you have him right now. He's so.... babygirl, unlike the way he usually presents himself to everyone else.

You kiss his neck. Nibbling and sucking his skin, you leave your love mark there so that everyone knows you're the only one who's able to make him like this, be like this.

"F-fuck... Y/N—!" he groans.

Stacee pulls you even tighter, closer to his body as if there's more gap between the two of you. His hand wraps around you possessively. His eyes deeply look at you. You could feel yourself coming close to your edge too. With no warning, your pussy clench around him. You bury your face on the crook of his neck, nails raking his back that you're sure you have left a scar on him.

With your clenching walls, that is the end of Stacee. He couldn't keep himself even longer. You feel his seeds spreading inside of you. His body stills, he's breath ragging as he empties himself into you.

You push yourself from the crook of his neck, eyes meeting him again, Stacee is glowing with post-sex glow. He smiles and gently peck your lips. His fingers softly brushing through your hair. He leans closer to you and peck your forehead.

"That..." he pants, "That could be a record," he mutters.

He's so gentle that it melts your heart. You feel your cheek burning up, so you hide your face to his neck.

Stacee just holds you there gently, caressing your bare back affectionately. Then the snap of realization occurs to you, this is wrong. You shouldn't have done this.

"This is a mistake," you say as you climb off him.

"No..." he quietly says, "Y/N," you ignore him, you just pick your clothes on the floor and quickly leave him before he could even stop you.

[bubble-popping]

The dichotomy of love between c!drunz and c!dnb is so interesting to me. Loving someone wholly and completely and doing absolutely anything to show you care about them but in totally different ways.

Accepting all of Dream's flaws but never thinking of them as such, kissing each scar he inflicts upon himself and saying 'you're still beautiful' versus sitting him down and gently suggesting that maybe this isn't the only course of action and there are other ways. Hearing this man spout an absolutely bullshit plan that will backfire in so many and saying 'I'll follow you to the end of time' versus suggesting that actually this plan probably isn't gonna work and there's better things he could be doing to get what he wants. Finding him in the same place that caused him so much pain and trauma and sitting down next to him and saying 'I meant it, I will follow you as long as you lead the way' versus taking him by the shoulders (gently, oh so gently) and trying to look him in the eye so he knows there's a better place in the middle of the Arctic with warmth and love and people who won't hurt him and it's just as safe.

Neither is objectively superior. To love someone exactly as they are as long as they're happy is just the other side of loving a person so much you try to push them to be the best they can be. Passive vs active love, but just as passionate and deep and all-consuming.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dear Y/N

I never thought I'd find love in this godforsaken hellhole, but then I discovered you. You're the only light in the dark tunnel of my pathetic existence. You're an amazing person, and I don't know how I lived so long before I met you. I know this might sound like bullshit, but seeing you at the end of each day is what keeps my life in this place from going on total autopilot. You mean the whole world to me, and I'd take every bullet in this hellhole without a second thought if it meant that you'd live a better life than me. I know I'm a terrible piece of trash, but you're different. You make me feel like a better person. Even my own sins seem to go away everytime I see your face. I would trade almost everything in this world if it meant that I could wake up next to you every single morning. Seeing your smile gives me more satisfaction than all the alcohol in this universe.

I just don't understand why someone as perfect as you even wanted to be around a degenerate like me. You're so good to me. You're kind, gentle, smart, and beautiful. I could spend the rest of my days with you, and it would never get old. You're the only good thing that's happened to me on this godforsaken hellhole of a planet. I would take being with you over any amount of money, booze, or fame. My time with you is more valuable than any amount of sins I could commit or money I could spend. I know my life's gonna end at some point, but no matter when it'll be, I just want to spend my last moments with you. Every single night, I dream about spending the rest of my life with you. I dream about waking up next to your beautiful face, going out to dinner, going to bed, starting a family, and eventually growing old together. If I didn't have you, my life would be nothing but a torturous, hollow, endless void.

I've never been a believer in fate, but you're the closest thing I've ever gotten to it. Being with you makes me feel like everything that led up to this point was worth it. Every moment of misery, pain, heartache, and regret that I've felt in my life was worth it just to get a chance to spend the rest of my forever with you. My life before you was a never-ending pool of regret and agony. Now, everything seems to be so much... brighter. The only thing that I want to care about is you. I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm being too forward, but the thought of losing you is terrifying. I need you like a man stuck in the desert needs water.

All I want is to make you happy. Seeing you sad hurts me 100 times worse than any injury. I would do anything, anything for you, no matter how painful for me, if it meant you'd keep blissfully smiling at me for the rest of our lives. You're the very reason I keep waking up in the morning. I know this might sound insane, but you're my everything. All these terrible, terrible thoughts, memories, and sins all seem to slip away whenever I'm with you. Seeing your smile makes the demons in my head shut up for just a small moment. You're the perfect balance, the perfect companion. You're kind, smart, funny, and beautiful. I know people tell each other they're 'perfect' all the time, but for you, it's the only description that can do you any justice.

I can never stop thinking about you. My nights are filled with dreams of you, whether they be beautiful or horrifying. Just the thought of you leaves me constantly yearning for more of you. I can't describe with words the amount of pain I feel whenever you're not around. I always need you to be by my side. I always need to be near you. I always need to feel your presence, your touch, your warmth. Every single moment I spend not with you feels like an hour of torment. My mind is just consumed with thoughts of you. I always wonder what you're doing and who you're with. It drives me absolutely crazy. All I want is to keep you in my sights, away from the hands of any other people. Whenever I hear another person talking to you, a part of inside me dies. I don't think anyone else deserves you.

You're all I obsess over all day. I can't stop thinking about how I want to protect you and keep you away from other people. I constantly wonder what you're doing with other people and how you're doing. Are they making you laugh? Giving you gifts? Or maybe just talking to you and complimenting you? Just the thought of that kind of thing makes me burn with jealousy. Everything I do, I do because it might give me a chance to see your radiant smile, or to talk to you. Even this letter, I'm writing to try and get a hold of your heart. I hope that you'll read this and see my feelings, the feelings of an undying, unending love that will never fade away, no matter how many centuries pass by. I hope that this letter makes you feel the same about me, because I don't know what I'd do if you left me.

Forever yours, Husk