#but one of her many good things is not her beauty

[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

summary: harry sings your praises in a recent interview, and you’re back with new music; leading to a surprising dm.

pairing: harry styles x reader

vicious speaks: happy valentine’s day!! 💞 mr. styles has officially entered the story!! i hope you enjoy chapter 2 <3 i took creative liberty with one of the lyrics, just so they fit the plot!!

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hsupdates harry gushed about yourusername in an interview today!

“i just think she’s great. she’s an incredible songwriter and seems like a really down to earth person. she’s dealt with a lot recently and handled it with such grace. i can’t wait to see what she does next.” he said. when asked his favorite song by the singer, he said “hope ur okay. it’s so beautiful!” he also got really bashful when the interviewer asked if she’s his celebrity crush and he giggled and said “yeah…yeah, i’d say she is.” what do you think, harries? is a collab in the future?

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fan1 omgggg i know yn’s off social media but i hope she’s seen this!!

fan2 i hope it’s killing that man knowing one of his favorite artists took yns side in the break up

fan3 omg alexandra in the likes!!

⤷ fan4 alexandrasaintmleux please show our girl this interview!!

fan5 fuck a collab, is a RELATIONSHIP in the future???

fan6 he needs to stay far away from yn before she tries to ruin his reputation too

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux you sound ridiculous

⤷ fan7 alex said keep her wife’s name out your fucking mouth

fan8 i just know ynharrysthird is gonna lose it when she sees this 😭 she’s shipped them for ages

fan9 a ynharry collab would be so powerful

ynharrysthird oh. my. God.

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yourusername *taps mic* this thing on? been a minute since you’ve heard from me i know. i had to take a break to focus on healing but i’m back and ready for the next chapter!! you all have been so, so patient and you’ve sent many kind words that have helped me more than you know. as a thank you, i’ve decided to release a lil somethin’…my ep wendy is available everywhere now! 🧚🏼‍♀️

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fan1 MOTHER IS BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER

yourbff i love you and i’m so proud of you 🥹

⤷ yourusername i love you 🫶🏼

oscarpiastri hey! so this is insane!

⤷ fan2 omg does this mean no one knew about the ep until now???

⤷ yourusername it was top secret 🤫

⤷ yourbff i knew 😌

⤷ oscarpiastri of course you did

⤷ yourbff you hate me cause you ain’t me

⤷ fan3 icon 😭

carlossainz55 do you want me to kill that guy for you, queen?

⤷ yourusername LMFAO

⤷ fan4 CARLOSDKFJGKS

fan5 this ep ruined my entire day but i wouldn’t have it any other way

mclaren 🧡 ♥︎ by author

harrystyles it’s been on repeat all day ❤️ congratulations on a fantastic ep!

⤷ yourusername thank you, harry 🥹

⤷ fan6 HARRY STYLES WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

⤷ fan7 he said he’s a fan in a recent interview! he even admitted that she’s his celebrity crush

⤷ fan8 harry please shoot your shot and show her how a REAL man is supposed to treat a woman

⤷ fan9 do we think she knows about him gushing about her?

⤷ fan11 congrats yourusername on being one of the few people to get harry to comment more than an emoji

alexandrasaintmleux in this house we eat, breathe, and sleep new yn music

⤷ charles_leclerc real

⤷ oscarpiastri real

⤷ lilymhe real

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⤷ f1 real

⤷ fan11 well between carlos’ earlier comment and now this thread, we know who got yn in the breakup 😭

itsaria so. good. 💞

⤷ yourusername 💗

⤷ fan12 what the hell sure

⤷ fan13 dump lando and date each other

⤷ fan14 what in world is going on

fan15 not you making an ep all about lando after saying you’d never talk about what happened again 🙄 keep his name out your mouth!

⤷ yourusername i never said i wouldn’t sing about it. and just so we’re clear, his name doesn’t leave my mouth in a single song, which you’ll know when you secretly stream them later.

⤷ fan16 yn 😭

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fan1 omg we’re being fed so well

oscarpiastri running to yt as we speak 🏃

⤷ yourusername my #1 fan

⤷ oscarpiastri think that title belongs to mr harry styles if we’re being real

⤷ yourusername pls 😭

alexandrasaintmleux love seeing my wifey everywhere lately 💕

⤷ yourusername 💞

fan2 it’s been so long since we’ve consistently gotten content that i almost don’t know how to act fkgjfjd

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fan1 so pretty 💕

fan2 this pic is very you

yourusername 🌸🌸🌸

fan3 don’t be shy, show us your face

fan4 enjoy your day, king 💞

fan5 came back to this after yns story…you two are totally hanging out today omg

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lilymhe can’t wait to hear how it’s going!! ♥︎ by author

fan1 pause……harry just posted a similar pic

fan2 omg sad i missed you ☹️ i was at that cafe yesterday!!

fan3 ARE YOU WITH HARRY STYLES RIGHT NOW FKGNVKS

fan4 you and harry linking up was everything i wanted but didn’t think i’d get

carlossainz55 🍿

⤷ yourusername ?

⤷ carlossainz55 don’t mind me, just sitting back with some popcorn to enjoy the show

⤷ yourusername 😭

harrystyles 🌸🌸🌸🌸

fan5 MY PARENTS ARE TOGETHER

fan6 pretty flowers 🥰

oscarpiastri interesting…very interesting 🧐

⤷ yourusername hehehehe

yourbff i would kill to see your dms rn 😭

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[reality-itself-but-magic]

Lost in a land not your own, with your memories of the past torn and smudged like paper left out in a storm, you clung to whatever memories you could salvage. When you woke up, you had three things: A brittle, broken sword, a map with a destination circled, and a simple written apology. You were found in the temple of one of the newer gods, one of those which hadn’t quite learnt to control their powers. There were reports of them making storms in deserts, warping life by accident, all sorts of bizarre occurrences. Bizarre almost like taking a stranger from their home and dropping them somewhere else.

But gods did as gods were, and seething over the mistakes of a child would not do any good to you. You set out to get to the circled destination, determined to find your way back home. Home to where there would be people waiting for you - maybe even people who worried after you.

You set sail with a company of honest folk, merchants and farmers looking to sell their wares across the seas. You didn’t want to trouble any of them, taking up instead a quite corner, where it was just you and the rocking waves.

You took out the sword you had landed with. It was broken, brittle, bad craftsmanship. You couldn’t remember where you learnt to tell how well made a sword was. Running your hands over the dull edge, you startled as you heard a voice from behind you.

“That looks awfully worn.” A stranger commented. “Want me to fix that up for you?”

You took them up on the offer, once they told you they used to be a blacksmith. Crows feet lined their eyes, but warmth still shone in them. They told you much more, as you spent the whole evening with them while they worked, partially to keep an eye on the sword, and partially because you yearned for conversation, a sympathetic other. When they were done, they handed you the sword, no longer as marred and battle-worn, but still without many virtues to extoll. Your hands closed around the leather of the hilt, and with a flash you knew something with certainty. You had loved this blade, once. This was a blade you knew as kindly as yourself. The blacksmith might have seen some of that, because they left you be for the evening, departing with an address and a firm order to drop by if you were ever near.

By the time the voyage over sea had ended, your spirits had grown low, and the map had faded for him many times you had unrolled it, pored over it, imagined yourself home with it. The next leg of your journey, you went to meet a woman who led travelers on trips to the mountain villages, whom the blacksmith had recommended you speak to.

She was kind, a bit sharp while she bargained, but kind, inviting you to stay in her house for the night, as the trip on horseback began the next day. As you followed her along hallways with framed portraits, floors dotted with children’s toys, you felt a sort of yearning, a nostalgia for a place you’d never been. The warm, lived-in home she kept was painfully familiar to you, but terribly out of reach.

By the next day, when lunchtime rolled around, the unpolished nature of your sword was irritating you. You picked up a round enough stone, with an expert eye, and spent your spare time polishing the blade. You remember… something. There is a great weight to this sword.

By the time she guides you to the village, your memories are lacing together. Your recollections multiply, you know this path, this stone, this plant. You know this place where you learnt the trade of forging, this place which is your home.

You break into a dead sprint as your heart pounds in you ears. The guide is left behind but somehow, you don’t think she’ll mind. Up ahead, tending to the garden, is a beautiful woman half-wearing armor, interrogating someone nearby. As she sees you, her face lights up.

“So you are here! Everyone seems awfully worried about you, and I was gone far longer than I meant to be, the bounty hunters guild is being stingy as always-” She was cut off by you barreling into her, hugging her as if you could merge into her so you would never be separated again. You step back, drawing the sword.

“I believe this is yours?” You ask, memories almost all reformed. You remember her - your beautiful, amazing wife, for whom you had forged this sword with your two hands, who probably didn’t even know you were missing if she was just now able to return from her adventuring - and you swear you’ll never forget her again.

@otherwindow I made it unsad ^^

A Dark Souls-like game where the lore for a weapon gets less vague the more you upgrade it. Broken Blade: A brittle sword. You can’t seem to let it go. Unpolished Blade: A cherished weapon from ages past. Polished Blade: You remember something. Bride’s Blade: Your wife’s sword.

[rollingeevee]

Hello @dawn-sky-collective! I apologize, it wouldn’t let me write a reply to your ask so I took a pic and tagged you instead. Hope that’s ok ^^;

I have not answered this yet, so let’s get into it!

Shadow Milk has things all over the Spire for his darling to do. One thing he is really good at when it comes to a darling is providing them with ways to stimulate themselves. There’s all kinds of tools to engage oneself in creativity, such as art supplies to be used for various mediums; journals and writing materials, canvases and paints, sketchpads, needle and thread, sewing machines, and more. There are dolls and puppets in your room to allow for games and plays. Cards, board games, and other such manners to entertain oneself occupy your room and the spaces you’re allowed. There’s also like- a ton of books, seeing as he was formerly known as the Fount of Knowledge before his corruption. While lies are spread all throughout the non-fiction books, the fiction ones, meant more for enjoyment than education, remain untouched. There’s also the many creatures who lurk around the Spire, some of which take a liking to you, unaware that they should fear their Master’s jealousy.

Mystic Flour’s darling I can see making a hobby of gardening and possibly cooking. Taking care of a lovely array of plants around your Beast’s domain, marveling at their beauty as you cultivate them. Cloud Haetae also loves it when you join them in the kitchens to make buns and other treats. Speaking of Cloud Haetae, they love to play with you, if you allow them.

Burning Spice primarily entertains himself through destruction and fighting, so that’s unfortunately the most his darling can find to do. If you’re lucky, you might find a scroll or two for reading, but that’s about it. Your best bet is to ask the Wild Spices to spar with and help train you (something the Great Destroyer does allow).

Eternal Sugar’s darling likely occupies themself with cooking, cleaning, and, of course, napping. Your Beast loves the food you make and often insists you cook everyday for her and yourself.

Silent Salt’s darling is another incredibly lucky one when it comes to this. Their darling practically wants for naught, as the Beast offers them just about anything they ask for. If they don’t have it, they get it. Books, games, art supplies, musical instruments, you name it. If you want it, it’s provided for you.

When it comes to what darlings are allowed to keep from their previous life, most things are actually allowed. Clothing, hobbies, trinkets, memorabilia. At least… as long as it is on your person. If these things are at home and your Beast is not the jealous type, you might be lucky enough for them to send a minion to fetch the things you wish to have from your home for you. Silent Salt is the best when it comes to this, since, as stated before, their darling wants for naught. The primary thing you are no longer allowed is, of course, your freedom.

[hazydoe]

Farmer's Daughter

Warning +18 only age-gap,Explicit sexual relations, explicit language,dynamic power

Note:English is not my first language so I apologize in advance if I make any spelling or grammatical mistakes. Many thanks to everyone who read the first chapter of Redemption

The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. Joel looked toward the farmhouse in the distance. The place seemed peaceful, surrounded by fields of wheat swaying gently in the wind. He took a deep breath and moved forward, feeling the weight of the day on his shoulders. It wasn’t the first time he’d made this kind of delivery, but he never felt comfortable in such open spaces, so far from the noise of the city.

As he approached the main house, a figure appeared on the porch. It was a young woman, no older than twenty, with messy brown hair and hands busy with a large basket of strawberries. She wore a worn-out overall and boots. Her alert eyes locked onto Joel with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“Hello?” she asked, her voice firm but slightly trembling.

“I’m Joel,” he replied, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I have a delivery for your father. He said he’d be here today.”

The young woman frowned and looked down for a moment before meeting his gaze again.

“My father isn’t here. He had to go to the nearest town for supplies. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”

Joel nodded slowly, assessing the situation. He didn’t like leaving the delivery with someone other than the intended recipient, but he couldn’t afford to come back another day. He had other matters to attend to, and the trip to the farm had been long.

“I understand,” he said finally. “Can you handle it? It’s important.”

She hesitated for a moment but then nodded with determination.

“Yes, I can. Come in.”

Joel followed her inside the house. The place was modest but cozy, with rustic wooden furniture and open windows. On a nearby table, there was a disassembled rifle, and Joel noticed the young woman casting nervous glances at him. He didn’t blame her. In such an isolated place, distrust was understandable.

“What’s your name?” Joel asked as he set his bag down on the floor.

“Lena,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. “And don’t worry, I know how to handle these things. My father has taught me everything I need to know.”

Joel gave a half-smile. There was something about Lena that reminded him of Sarah, his daughter. That mix of innocence and determination that only young people who had grown up in tough environments could have.

“Good,” he said, opening the bag and pulling out a box of tools. “Here you go. Tools and some spare parts for the tractor. Your father and I agreed on an exchange.”

Lena nodded and took the box, placing it carefully on the table. Then she walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a cloth bag.

“Here’s what you agreed on,” she said, handing it to Joel. “Some money and a few preserves we made this summer. I hope it’s enough.”

Joel quickly checked the contents and nodded.

“It’s just what we need. Thanks.”

There was an awkward moment of silence as they looked at each other with curiosity, each assessing the other. Joel noticed Lena’s beauty, her body covered by the fabric of her jeans. Lena noticed Joel’s strong arms, his dark hair, and the marks of age on his face. Finally, Lena broke the ice.

“Are you a mechanic?” she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

“Something like that,” Joel replied, shrugging.

She nodded, as if she understood perfectly.

“I think I’d better go,” Joel said, looking intently at the young girl.

Joel walked down the path leading back to his truck, but something stopped him. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about Lena that made him stay, something that drew him in beyond the simple transaction. Maybe it was her eyes and the way they looked at him with curiosity and maybe even desire.

Lena was still on the porch, sitting in a rocking chair with one leg resting on the railing, watching him with those eyes that seemed to see right through him. Joel slowly approached, feeling the air between them charged with a tension he couldn’t ignore.

“Do you need something else?” Lena asked, her voice soft but firm.

Joel stopped a few steps away from her, looking directly into her eyes.

“I don’t know,” he replied honestly. “Maybe I just need a moment.”

Lena studied him for a moment, as if deciding whether to trust him. Then, with a calm movement, she stepped down from the porch and walked toward him. Joel could feel the warmth of her body, the scent of earth and fresh grass that surrounded her.

“My father won’t be back until tomorrow,” Lena said, her voice now barely a whisper.

Joel felt a shiver run down his spine. He wasn’t a man who let his emotions take over easily, but there was something about Lena that made him lose control. Without a second thought, he closed the distance between them and took her by the waist, feeling her tense for a moment before relaxing in his arms.

“This shouldn’t be happening,” Joel murmured, though his actions said otherwise.

“Maybe not,” Lena replied, bringing her face closer to his. “But it is.”

Their lips met in a slow but passionate kiss, filled with a need neither of them had admitted until that moment. Joel felt the world around him fade away, leaving only Lena and the warmth radiating from her. His hands explored her back, feeling the tension in her muscles, as she pulled him closer, as if she couldn’t stand the distance between them.

“Joel,” Lena murmured between kisses, her voice trembling but full of desire.

He didn’t respond with words but with actions. He lifted her effortlessly, feeling her wrap around him, and carried her back inside the house. The door closed behind them, and Joel pressed her against the wall, never breaking the contact between their lips. Lena held him tightly, as if afraid he might disappear if she let go.

“This is crazy,” Joel said, though his hands were already unbuttoning Lena’s overalls.

“Don’t worry, I’ve always hoped someone attractive would pass by here,” she replied, sliding her hands under his shirt to feel the warm skin of his back.

Joel couldn’t resist. The need he had been suppressing for years surfaced, and he let Lena guide him to her room, a small space with a bed covered in white sheets. He gently laid her down on the bed, looking at her with an intensity that made Lena hold her breath. His hands explored every inch of her body, feeling her respond to every touch, every caress.

“Joel,” Lena whispered, arching toward him. “Don’t stop.”

He had no intention of doing so. With slow but deliberate movements, Joel undressed her, revealing the soft, warm skin hidden beneath the layers of clothing. Lena looked at him with eyes full of desire, and Joel felt his own body respond to the intensity of her gaze.

“You’re too beautiful,” Joel murmured, lowering his head to trail kisses along her neck and shoulders.

Lena held him tightly, feeling the world around her fade away, leaving only Joel and the warmth radiating from him. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt natural, as if they were destined to meet in that moment.

“Joel,” Lena moaned, burying her hands in his hair. “Don’t leave.”

He didn’t respond with words but with actions. He removed the only piece of clothing she wore under her overalls—a pair of white panties. Joel took a condom from his wallet, creating a small, painful distance between them to put it on his large member. Lena looked down to see it, a small smile of amazement on her face.

“It’s too big for me, Joel,” she said as she kissed him uncontrollably. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make sure you enjoy it,” he said, positioning himself at her entrance.

He thrust in for the first time, bracing himself against the headboard of the bed. Both were a mess, moaning after the first thrust.

He pulled out completely, catching Lena off guard, and then thrust back in with a strong, painful motion. Lena began to tear up.

Joel pulled away for a moment to give her a break and stimulate her breasts. They were the perfect size, fitting perfectly in his hand. He took one roughly and lazily licked her nipple, looking up at her to see her reaction. She only moaned in response to the pleasure. He lowered his arm and grabbed his member, massaging it against her leg as he realized that, due to their height difference, he couldn’t reach her sweet spot.

Joel realized what she wanted and stopped licking and biting her breasts, leaving them red and marked by him. He helped fulfill her desire by rubbing his member against her clit.

“I knew it from the moment I saw you,” Joel said as he thrust hard into her. “Knew what?” Lena asked, arching like a cat in pleasure. “That you were too needy for cock. Did you think I didn’t notice how innocent you were pretending to be? Daddy’s little girl, what would he think if he found out you slept with an older man?”

“He’d probably be mad because from now on, I won’t be able to be without you.”

Joel continued to move firmly, feeling Lena adjust perfectly to him. His hands gripped her hips tightly, leaving marks on her skin. Lena moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into Joel’s back, drawing red lines he barely felt in his ecstasy.

“What else do you want, Lena?” Joel asked in a hoarse voice, his lips brushing her ear. “Tell me.”

Lena could barely form words, but her eyes begged for more. Joel smiled, satisfied, and changed the angle of his movements, searching for that spot that would make her scream. When he found it, Lena arched her back, a muffled cry escaping her lips.

“Joel!” she screamed, her hands clutching him as if he were her only anchor in a sea of pleasure.

Joel didn’t slow down, feeling his own climax approaching. His hands moved to Lena’s breasts, massaging them firmly, feeling her nipples harden under his fingers. Lena moaned, her body trembling beneath his, each of Joel’s movements bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Baby, you’re going to come,” Joel murmured, his words a hot whisper against Lena’s skin. “Let it go.”

And she did. With a muffled cry, Lena let herself be carried away by the wave of pleasure, her body convulsing beneath Joel’s. He held her, feeling his own orgasm hit, filling her with each final thrust.

When they finally stopped, both panting, Joel collapsed beside Lena, pulling her to rest against his chest. Lena curled up against him, her breathing still uneven.

“That was...” Lena began, but Joel interrupted her with a soft kiss.

“You don’t need to say it,” Joel said, stroking her hair. “I know.”

Lena smiled, closing her eyes as she relaxed against him. Joel held her, feeling a strange sense of peace he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Maybe this wouldn’t change anything, but for a moment, it had been perfect.

[nabi-unveiled]

Hagiwara isn't off the hook.

He shares responsibility in the state of his and Kaori's relationship, and I'm not talking about the cheating.

Put down your pitchfork. Just hear me out.

I adore Hagiwara. He cheated. I don't care. I have mentally added him onto my list of "good boys". I will make a special category just for him.

I'm also not making excuses for Kaori. She must own up that she kept Hagiwara on a string while knowing it was hurting him.

However, their relationship was doomed to fail. They need different things. Kaori needs a relationship where sex isn't expected, and Hagiwara needs a relationship where he can be fully open and honest with his feelings and desires. Frankly, he needs something deeper than Kaori can offer, and I'm not talking about sex.

But the relationship shouldn't have lasted this long, and that's on BOTH of them. It's perfectly okay that Kaori doesn't want sex. It's perfectly okay that Hagiwara does want sex (and intimacy). The problem is that neither of them communicate about it.

Before we go further, there are some points that need to be established. Also note - the symbols are EVERYTHING to me.

1 - Kaori/Hagiwara's relationship is NOT the same as Fujisawa/Sei's.

Their relationships share similarities, but they are NOT the same.

Sei's relationship with Fujisawa developed as a trauma response to a violent car crash. It has carried violent undertones the entire time.

The symbols convey that Fujisawa has methodically trapped Sei in this relationship.

But Kaori and Hagiwara's relationship? It starts with a romantic meet-cute. It was warm. It had saturated colors.

Their relationship does not have a violent undertone. It has an undertone of passivity and complacency. Of note, Hagiwara didn't initiate anything in this relationship. He's waited on Kaori's lead.

The door is open. Hagiwara could leave at any point.

These two relationships also do not have the same power dynamic. Kaori DOES control many aspects of the relationship. However, Kaori has control of the relationship because Hagiwara lets her. Fujisawa has control over his relationship with Sei because Fujisawa demands it. There is a difference.

In fact, the show actually has already acknowledged that there are different types of "controlling". The coworker's relationship isn't painted as unhealthy. Some of us may see it as unhealthy, but the show doesn't give ANY indication of that itself in sound or symbols.

2 - I am in the camp that thinks Kaori DOES like or care about Hagiwara.

Not because I believe her words, but because I believe in the symbols. Kaori made Hagiwara rice.

The rice that represents home and affection? Kaori made it. It's just her version had a sour plum in the middle.

And when she offered it, Hagiwara willingly chose to eat it. He knew the plum was there, and he ate it anyways.

In this week's episode, Kaori explains herself, and she's in black. This is not a typical color for her. She may be smiling, but she is mourning.

We could discuss in length about whether emotional abuse is in play here or if it's just an unhealthy relationship. That's not really the point of this post. Either way, we know that Kaori was finally being honest and vulnerable.

WE SAW HER FEET.

Feet shots happens when our character's true feelings and motivations are exposed. Sei has beautiful heels (desires) but his toenail is broken (😭 Just like his Sim card, but I can't go there right now). Both Kaori and Hagiwara have feet shots too. No broken toenails. In this case, Kaori's feet stop moving. Unlike Fujisawa whose body moves on it's own, her body won't move. We haven't seen Fujisawa's feet.

Kaori can't make herself take action to deal with the situation with Hagiwara. Her choices are selfish, and they hurt Hagiwara. However, I actually think that's very realistic and very human. In unhealthy relationships (and even healthy ones), we can often hurt the people we care about. It's not easy leaving an established relationship. Especially, one that you want. We're not all as altruistic as Hagiwara.

But Hagiwara isn't off the hook.

He shares responsibility in the relationship lasting until this point.

Sei admits his relationship has problems.

But Hagiwara? He denies that they have a problem at first. He's choosing to ignore reality. A conversation with Sei later shows it too.

He wants to believe they've been honest with each other.

Even though he's not verbalizing his actual thoughts to Kaori. For those that don't remember, he has an entire sequence in his head at the BBQ with their friends of what he wants to say. But he doesn't say it. He's not being open and honest with Kaori.

He's also hiding what he truly desires. Kaori didn't say he couldn't drink the sweet coffee. She said it was unhealthy. Sei said it was unhealthy too. He drank it around Sei anyways.

He even bought it FOR Sei even though Sei thought it was too sweet. Hagiwara initiates with Sei.

It's actually been shown that Kaori doesn't care what Hagiwara eats. He's allowed to eat whatever he wants. Kaori isn't telling Hagiwara to go to sleep or eat the yogurt.

She controls sex (and maybe their social agenda). However, unlike Fujisawa, Kaori doesn't keep tight control on Hagiwara as a person.

Unlike Sei, Hagiwara isn't isolated. There's no traumatic backstory. He's more self-confident than Sei. Unlike Sei, he talks about the things he CAN do rather than things he can't. For example, in episode 1, he mentions that "he's good" at organizing parties.

Unlike Sei, he's not trapped in a locked room.

His affection might have been contained and hidden. I think he wonders whether Kaori has things she has to keep inside, because he knows there are things that he keeps inside. But...

He's not trapped. He's stuck. There's a difference.

Hagiwara didn't forget his ID. He didn't forget who he was. He lost his ID, because he's losing confidence in his relationship.

But he's still walking around this building freely. Apparently, he's been walking free without that ID for months. And when he gets a new ID? He chooses to put it back in the case that Kaori gave him.

He wanted to change his picture, but he hadn't taken the steps to do so. He could've changed the situation by being frank with Kaori at any point. Just like Kaori, he avoided. He has chosen to stay.

He chose not to call Kaori out. He doesn't like making people uncomfortable. His nature is to prioritize the other person. Unlike Kaori, his avoidance is inherently unselfish. But it got him stuck. I'm someone who was actively taught to avoid confrontation and to always think of others first. This hits hard.

Kaori was too selfish, but Hagiwara wasn't selfish enough. Being a little bit selfish is a good thing.

He chose NOT to talk about sex with her. He's not comfortable bringing it up with her, because he's not open with her.

Kaori doesn't communicate about sex, because she's afraid that not wanting sex makes her a bad woman. She's surrounded by heteronormativity after all. As @babyangelsky points out, this is what society treating libido as swamp does to you.

Hagiwara doesn't communicate about sex, because he's afraid prioritizing sex makes him a bad man. After all, wouldn't breaking up with his girlfriend just because of sex make him a bad person? Isn't his desire just making the river murky with swamp water? Stupid swamp. He doesn't realize sex is not the real issue. In the end, he has chosen to stay in this relationship even though he's unhappy.

It's why I had positive thoughts about the breakup scene. A lot could be said about Kaori forcing Hagiwara to be the one to breakup, but I was actually glad that Hagiwara said it. It was on both of them that the relationship lasted this long. Neither of them had been willing to speak up about what wasn't working. They both stayed stuck.

Hagiwara is finally speaking his mind. He calls Kaori out.

Hagiwara is no longer being passive. He's asserting control.

Hagiwara is no longer hiding what he wants. He's being open.

Hagiwara is now taking action to change the picture on his ID.

Previous posts about Hagiwara:

The Desire to Be A Good Man

I also have two additional posts about Hagiwara in my drafts. I'll try to get them posted this weekend.

[lananiscorner]

Reblogging this version and stealing the tags as well:

#i realized this when I was following#gen padalecki#she was talking about the garden#and livestock#and book clubs#and doing so many things with the boys#and i realized that if she had to work#like i have to work#and didn't have the money to hire people to do shit#she couldn't do all of that either#and then i unfollowed her#because it wasn't relevant to me#and was just making me feel bad about myself#even though i knew we were not on the same boat#she's in a yacht#and i'm in a rowboat#and you can't compare the two

This is so important, especially when it comes to body image.

If you ever find yourself looking at someone and thinking "damn, I wish I was as slim and toned as that insta model" or "damn, I wish I was built like that Navy Seal dude"... remember that this is literally PART OF THEIR JOB. You can't be an insta model without being slim and you can't be a spec ops soldier without being in excellent, buff shape. And as a result, people like that spend A LOT of hours in the gym. Like, a lot A LOT. And no, not off hours, after already working for 8+ hours a day like you with your desk job. If you are trying to emulate people like that while not being in that job, you are essentially trying to do two jobs at once. And that ain't a sustainable way to live (you can make it work, but good grief, at what cost...)

And any time you look at someone rich enough to afford somebody else to do their cooking and cleaning and child care? Dial your own expectations way the hell down, because those are freaking time sinks. There's a reason rich people hire other people to do that shit for them (because it's work--and unless you are rich it's work you HAVE TO do for free, because cooking is kind of important for eating and cleaning is kind of important for being healthy and if you don't take care of your kids they have a high risk of ending up dead).

I would also add to this that sometimes it really is too late/impossible to strive for something that you would like to be your top priority. I have asthma and I'm nearing 40. Even if I started working out right now, with the same diet and exercise regimen as a soldier, I would not be able to get that level of fitness, because 1) my lungs aren't build for that and 2) aging is a thing and my body's prime days are over.

And that sucks. Realizing that there are legit, unchangeable roadblocks to things you would like to make your priority SUCKS. And it's okay to be angry and frustrated about that for a while, and to grieve the opportunities you wish you had but never will. It's perfectly fine and normal and healthy. So long as you remember that grief is not a place to be forever. Life goes on. There's more beauty to find in the world and so much more to live for rather than wallowing in sadness forever.

So, if you find yourself with something that you want to make your priority, but cannot, for circumstances outside of your control, ask yourself "okay, but how much do I have to dial back the intensity to make it work and still have it be a top goal?"

One of my goals for this year is to go swimming again. I used to do that competitively. I would love to get back to that same level of intensity again, but 1) I am getting old, 2) I have a full-time job, and 3) it's not something I can just do at home anytime I want--I have to take a bus to the city swimming pool to get there and they ain't open 24/7. So no, I will not be swimming again with the same regularity and intensity as before, but I will try to find a time window that will work with my job and the commute and the opening hours and I will take as much swimming as I can get, because good grief, I miss the water.

One thing that has made me a much more well-adjusted person is a clip I once saw of Hank Green saying that anyone can be in amazing shape as long as being in amazing shape is one of their top three priorities.

(This is obviously a generalization that isn't true for everyone. But it is true for most people and I'm proceeding from there.)

This "top three priorities" framing has genuinely reduced my tendency toward jealousy and self-comparison a lot. Now when I feel envious of someone’s spotless, aesthetic home, I think to myself, “Having a spotless, aesthetic home is probably one of their top three priorities. It’s definitely not one of mine, so I shouldn’t expect my home to look like that.”

Or when I see an influencer with a body that takes a ton of work to maintain: “Maintaining that body is obviously one of her top three priorities, because it’s her livelihood. My livelihood is my brain, so I’m never going to prioritize my body like that.”

It also helps me to identify areas that I actually DO want to prioritize more. I realized in recent years that my envy for my friends who prioritized writing more than I did was NOT going away, so I started to prioritize writing more. (Not top three, but higher priority than it has been in the past.)

[muffinsin]

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! This one's gonna be a bit longer, a series of snippets! Take your pick ;)!

G!P Bela, Cassandra and Daniela. f! reader

You get your girlfriend a gift for Valentine's day and are so very excited to try it out with, or on, them

Have a lovely Valentine’s Day, everyone🙌🌹💐🥀

Let's get into it! ;)

Masterlists

Sub G!P Bela

You turn your head, cooing at the pink flush now visible all over Bela’s pale cheeks. She’s whimpering and moaning below her breath, as though still trying to keep her composure.

Ah. You can’t have that.

She shivers and jumps when your lips part already, anticipating your touch, yet shivering when your warm breath hits her hard nipple. She’s so adorably sensitive for you, shaking already and whimpering sweetly for you. The toy you gifted her, the fleshlight shaped like a tight pussy, is squeezed and shakes within her grasp, overflowing with her cum already as it hugs her cock tightly.

When your tongue first touches her nipple, she jerks, her lips parting and a breathless moan ripped from them.

You find, it’s one of the many sweet sounds only you are granted to hear from the proud, strong Dimitrescu heiress.

Now, Bela is yours entirely, her head thrown back and hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. She’s so beautiful like this, so shaken up in the best of ways.

Looking up at her, you see her parted lips shut again, her lip slightly bloodied. You chuckle. So the pretty thing thinks she can deny you those lustful sounds she makes by biting her lip…

No, you can’t have that.

You raise your free hand to her face, cupping first her chin before you let your index and middle finger tip hover just in front of her lips. Her eyes are closed, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tries not to buck her hips and squirm away as you bring the toy up and down on her sensitive dick.

“Open, Ghiocel”, you coo, your lips curling to a smirk when her golden eyes immediately shoot open and her plush lips part for you.

Wasting no time, you push your fingers inside, cooing at the muffled gasp you drag from her.

“Ssshhh”, you whisper, both yours and her eyes briefly darting to the door as you hear shuffles outside, caused either by maids or one of her sisters moving about the corridor.

“Mghmm!”, she squeaks, her hips bucking up automatically as you bring the fleshlight down on her again. Her nails dig into the sheets and mattress and you almost coo again at the sight of her trying to stay quiet.

Alas, she has never been good at that.

Now, with your fingers stuffing her mouth and her lips wrapped around them obediently, your fingertips pressing down on her tongue and your tongue flicking her nipple, she can but glance down at you and plead with her eyes, wide and hopeful and betraying the intense need she feels.

How adorable.

Continuing on, you allow your lips to fully wrap around her nipple, her body trembling beneath you whenever your teeth graze at her skin.

She’s overly sensitive, moaning and whimpering loudly despite the fingers in her mouth already. She sucks them eagerly, the usually so intelligent, proud heiress panting and moaning, sucking your fingers like a desperate maid in need of being taken.

Well, it isn’t entirely wrong.

You place a gentle kiss to her heaving chest, her nipple left pink and glistening with your saliva. Through the fleshlight, you can feel her cock aching and trembling as more and more cum oozes from the ends of the toy, more and more proof of her sensitivity and by now seemingly countless orgasms.

Lifting the toy for but a moment, you feel and hear her whine around your fingers, golden eyes set on the erect, pink cock now displayed for her.

Looking into her wide, golden eyes, you can’t help but smile at her.

You’re certain, you can drag even more from your beautiful girlfriend.

Switch G!P Cassandra

Allowing your eyes to wander a little, you take in the breathtaking view in front of you.

Cassandra’s skin glistens with a fine layer of sweat, whereas a larger area of her stomach is covered in thick, white, creamy cum. Her ankles and wrists sport ugly, purple bruises from the chains hugging them. Bruises which- you made sure to point out more often than necessary- would not be there if the sadist and masochist would have simply stopped wiggling and squirming and trying to tug herself free.

Now, you know they turn her on, though, and will heal fast enough.

The most deadly thing still, though, is by far her glance. Her eyes are deadly, her gaze dangerous. Her teeth are bared and it’s almost cute how hard she’s trying to intimidate you despite each jolt of pleasure ripping a desperate moan and whimper from her.

You coo.

Maybe you should take pity on her~

You giggle as you lift the toy, the tight fleshlight soaked up in her precum, from her, exposing her aching, slightly twitching cock and the thick line of precum drooling from it.

“Do-Don’t you- dare!”, she snarls, but it’s almost like all the venom in her voice is replaced with the sound of rattling chains and wanton whimpers when you lean down and gently blow against the pink, sensitive head of her cock.

She’s struggling against the chains holding her wrists and ankles and tying her to the bed, but you know- should she truly wish to, it would be all too easy for her to free herself. You find the thought almost cute, that she is not only masochistic to enjoy this game, but also indulges you enough. You see it in her eyes, after all, how very badly she yearns for break free for real and take you. Especially so after the torment you’re putting her through.

You wait a little more, wait until her meaningless threats die down and the orgasm she was so sure she would get to experience dies down again.

Then, you lower the toy again.

You bite your lip at the sounds it creates, the wet, almost squirting noise of the wet toy as it swallows and drags against her soaked, thick cock, soon accompanied by her low moans and groans.

She’s completely exposed to you like this, her legs spread wide to allow you to sit in-between them, your knees just barely making contact with her full and heavy balls. You hold the toy with one hand and allow your free hand to drag across her skin, across her strong, muscular stomach and scarred flesh.

Beneath, she shivers, her head thrown back in a rare moment of outright exposing her throat to you. Then, she lowers it again, groaning and almost whimpering as you jerk your hand a little faster, granting her more and more friction.

Cassandra isn’t the most sensitive, per se, but with the many hours you’ve kept her here and the countless orgasms ruined in just the last moment, she’s getting there nicely.

“Ah-Ah-Ah!”, you yelp, seeing her fingers curl around the chain already, as though ready to yank free and- if you had to guess- grab you and bury herself inside of you already.

None of that.

“You promised!”, you remind her, your dirty smile widening as she whimpers and releases the chain.

Certainly, when she bet against you and set this as the winner’s prize, she didn’t think she’d be the one to lose the bet. A rare sight, an even rarer chance. You’re planning on keeping her like this for as long as you can.

And she allows it, for the moment, even as your girlfriend takes more and more pleasure in acting snarkier and snarkier, threatening to do this and that should she not be released, only to moan filthily when you force the fleshlight down a little more to shut her up.

This time, you stop your arm movements, a flirty smile on your face as you meet her dark golden eyes. Her brows are furrowed, and again it takes her less than a moment to bare her teeth and rattle at the chains binding her limbs, her brows furrows in frustration and- perhaps above all by now- desperation.

This time, you decide being a little bolder.

And when your free hand comes down on her hip, she jumps, but immediately understands.

Your mouth waters as you watch her hips thrust up aggressively, eagerly and quickly chasing the orgasm you’ve denied her so often now. Your head fills with times you were in the toy’s place, your hips grabbed and neck pierced by sharp teeth, her cock buried deep inside of you.

Later, no doubt. A Valentine’s Day gift for her, too.

Now, you’re just a little too eager to keep this rare opportunity up and going.

Sub G!P Daniela

“Ah-Ah-Ah. What did I tell you, Iubita? Stay still”, you coo, a perhaps almost sadistic smile grazing your face as you drag your fingertip over Daniela’s soft cheek. The poor thing is whining and squirming, rolling her hips and arching her back for you, all too desperate to be touched and to touch you.

Alas, sat completely naked on your lap with her hands and arms bound behind her back by beautiful, dark green satin ribbon, does a good enough job at preventing just that.

Her chest, neck, and thighs are all covered in lipstick and bite marks already, and the deep red ribbons and bows tied by her thighs give her a cute, Valentine’s Day themed look she was so eager to sport.

Her red lipstick is smeared and you chuckle as you feel her fingers try to reach for you, sliding across the fabric of your clothing as though desperate to hold onto you.

Indulging her at least a little, you readjust her position and pull her a little closer on your lap, your arm wrapped tightly around her, your other hand occupied between her legs.

Ah, at last- the source of her pleasure and desperation.

You coo as you lift the tight, realistic fleshlight, giggling as cum oozes and drops from it and right back down on her hard, pink dick.

“Another, huh, Princess?”, you whisper by her cheek, chuckling as you run the edge of the toy across her pink, soaked tip. You know, she can give you more still- will give you more still. She was so eager to try out her gift, after all!

Now, the seductive, smart youngest of the Dimitrescu family squirms helplessly, her moans music to your ear, her pleads full of purity and desperation at the same time.

Beneath your clothing, you feel what she does to you, how your body heats up and drools, too. You curse lowly under your breath, tightening your hold on your girlfriend. Her little moans and whimpers really do a number on you…

“Please, my love!”, she coos, moaning and whimpering when the toy is lowered on her cock again. While certainly having fun with the toy, you notice the poor thing becoming more and more desperate for your touch and giggle when she once again begs for you.

“Please, what, Daniela?”, you ask easily, hearing her suck in her breath when the toy easily slips around her cock again and you begin jerking your hand holding it up and down.

“Ple-a-ah…a-ase-touch-a-aah! Me…!”, she moans, green-golden eyes rolling back as she slumps against you once again. You hear her flies buzz for you, feel the swell of her ass and see the roundness of her large chest as you take in her body.

She gasps when your hand tightens around her yet again, your fingertips running across her soft hip, greedy and gentle and worshipping, as though caressing a goddess.

She loves feeling this way. Being made to feel like this.

Daniela shakes her head, a small pout playing on her lips as she whines and gasps.

“No-Not like tha-a…ah…that…!”, she gasps, rolling her hips as though silently pleading for you to move already.

You’re certain, soon enough, by the end of the day, you will have her on her hands and knees for you, bouncing on your lap, or bent over the edge of the bed for you.

Alas, you aren’t quite there yet. The night has barely even started, and there is still so very much time to play with your sweet girlfriend.

Still, you decide to indulge her at least a little bit.

“A…Ah…!”, she gasps when your hand drags up to her chest, your fingers greedily groping the soft, large mound in your hand. You laugh as you flick her nipple and feel her hips buck helplessly for you, her overly sensitive cock drooling once again.

“Please…!”, she gasps, her lips parting and tongue momentarily sticking out as she pants. The sight has your lower stomach cramp with need and fingers grip her a little tighter. You resist every urge to push her over, pull the plug you nestled in her sensitive ass, move away the fleshlight and play with her properly.

She’s nice and warm for you as you move closer to her face, your lips, then your teeth gently grazing her sensitive ear as you whisper;

“Oh, I see, princess…you want me to touch you like this..”

She sucks in a breath when you force the toy down all the way, the pink, drooling tip of her cock poking out at the end and her back arching for you when you toy with her nipple.

“Do you want my mouth on you again?”, you coo, giggling when she nods quickly, as though a bobblehead figure might.

So eager…

Instead, you only jerk the toy around her a little faster again, humming and biting at her ear and neck as her moans and wanton pleads pick up almost immediately.

[simplysamiblog]

The weight of a perfect goodbye

Before I even begin sharing my thoughts, I need to make one very important thing clear: I am a firm believer in the theory that Jayce and Viktor survived the ending of Arcane. As far as I’m concerned, they were teleported through time and space and are now slowly, painstakingly rebuilding their lives. Together, of course.

I’ve read dozens of (amazing) fanfics where this is exactly how their story unfolds, and some are so well-written that I honestly consider them canon.

That said.

I’ve seen several discussions online about this very topic:

"The creators confirmed it: they’re dead."

"The creators don’t know anything, they’re alive."

"Accept it, they were disintegrated by the Rune."

And so on.

But here’s what I think (not that it matters to anyone or carries any weight at all):

We can’t completely dismiss or outright reject the idea that, yes, Jayce and Viktor are, unfortunately, dead. At some level, we need to accept it—to believe it.

But let me explain why.

Not out of respect for the creators, the canon, the fandom, or anything like that. But out of love for the story, for the essence of their narrative.

At the risk of sounding cliché, do you really think Arcane would have been just as special if Jayce and Viktor had survived? Can you picture the scene? The protagonists recover, the fog of war and chaos clears, and there they are—Jayce and Viktor—standing atop the Hexgates, smiling. Ah, what a happy ending. What a good ending.

Sure. Nice. Nothing more.

Or imagine if we had gotten something like: "And they remained like brothers forever." Ugh.

It’s cruel, it’s unfair, it’s heartbreaking—

But it’s perfect.

The chain of events (cough) that led to that moment, the sacrifice that sealed their fate—

The relationship between Jayce and Viktor would never have been as impactful otherwise. Personally, I don’t think I fully grasped the depth of their bond until their foreheads rested against each other. In that moment of resignation, of acceptance.

Their story, their magic, was beautiful precisely because it ended right then, in that instant.

Jayce asked Viktor, "Why did you ever give me this?"

He could have let him die in the storm. Or, if he wanted to be more merciful, he could have simply saved him without giving him the Rune—

The world would have been safe. The world would have been saved.

But…

The world wasn’t as important as the moments they shared. Their friendship, their collaboration, their bond.

Viktor couldn’t deny another Viktor those moments. That brief but immense joy. Those years in which he had truly lived.

They were stronger than everything—stronger than everyone—

Even stronger than death.

And that’s why, in a way, their death is precisely what makes them so wonderful.

Call it cliché or a bit of a stretch, but the first comparison that comes to mind is Romeo and Juliet. Would it really be the most famous love story if they hadn’t met their tragic end?

"Happily ever after."

Or—

"Never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Sure, they might have survived, somewhere. And it’s absolutely valid to believe that.

But if not for that ending, for that terrible, heartbreaking moment, how much would we have missed out on? How many incredible fanfictions wouldn’t exist? How many fanarts, how many works of art would we have been unknowingly deprived of?

We’ll never know, and I don’t want to know.

Because what we have is amazing.

So yes, I accept the idea that they’re dead—because it makes the fantasy that they’re alive and in love so much sweeter.

But most of all, it makes their relationship a game of fate, something they built around each other. A perfect circle, an inseparable chain binding them as one.

Pulling them together, pushing them apart—only to bring them back to each other again.

Over and over.

Forever.

[lily-jaxk]

Like most cliche fanfictions, especially one dealing with the concept of reincarnation, you are MC's identical twin sister.

Fortunately for you, you weren't one of the many test subjects. Unfortunately for you, being separated from your twin and dealing with the disaster made you remember that oh shit this was an Otome Game.

Still, you enjoyed your life in Linkon. Sure, you weren't the MC. Sure, you aren't ever going to be with the love interest you fell in love with. And sure, you weren't strong like MC is, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were alive.

The only negative thing about this whole situation was that you looked just like MC, and were always mistaken as her.

"Miss Bodyguard? No offense sir but I can barely take care of myself. I'm definitely not the woman you're looking for."

"Appointment? Why would I. . . . Oh for heavens sake you have the wrong person. I apologize but last time I checked and I did check my heart is completely fine."

"Sorry but the thought of fighting those wanderers is honestly horrifying. I'm not cut out to be a Hunter. Sorry but you've got the wrong person."

It was a good thing one love interest lived in N-109 Zone, and one lived in Skyhaven, otherwise you would have been even more stressed.

You've run into MC once before. It was him that actually introduced you two together, something about reconnecting with one another. You had looked at her, and she had looked at you. She was beautiful, and deep down a hint of envy threatened to rise from your beating heart, but you were quick to squash it down.

Because so what if you weren't her? That was fine. You were your own person, and that's all that mattered.

So you gave your twin a smile and a hug. You exchanged numbers and started to hang out. You learnt more about each other, like how she adored plushies and how you loved playing Kitty Cards.

She tried to invite you over to her grandma's and his house, but you were quick to decline, using work as an excuse. Once, you caught sight of a familiar crow watching her, and you turned your head away for your sanity, not wanting to deal with that.

So yes, you were the twin sister of the MC. It had it's ups and it had its downs. But as long as they were all happy, then you were happy.

Just a small little idea I had. I might write more actually but I hope this is good 😊

Prologue | Caleb | Zayne | Xaiver | Rafayel | Sylus |

[blondwhxrewrites]

Authors notes: Yes, Reader's powers are based off of Mel's from Arcane because I fucking love her, and her powers are so cool and have so many possibilities anyway, I give you—

Bruce Wayne with a meta-human fiancé whom he is constantly amazed by...

You are quite literally the light of his life, and Alfred thanks God every day for your existence. If it weren't for your stubbornness and love, he's pretty sure Bruce would be dead by now—Bruce also agreed to that statement by the way.

He genuinely does not know how he managed to convince you to marry him. First of all, he'd never been good at human interaction, and second of all, he had absolutely no clue how romance worked. Yet here you were, the most gorgeous woman to ever exist, snoring next to him, with his mother's ring sitting proudly on your ring finger.

You know that one meme of the beautiful bride and the ugly-ass groom? Yeah, that's you and him. Yes, Bruce Wayne doesn't realize he's attractive. It's a tragedy, really.

Early in the relationship, you had worried he'd be ashamed of your powers, and he had shut that shit down immediately. Look, he may be unable to express his emotions in a healthy way, but he does not mess around whenever it involves you.

Of course, he only learned that after you almost broke up with him. It was his fault, by the way. He was being a dumbass.

You're the one who saves him whenever he's in dire situations. If there's one thing scarier than the bat, it's his woman, because God help the person who made you mad enough to come pick up your man. While this all plays out, Bruce is lying a few feet away, bleeding out. It's okay; he'd rather bleed out for a little bit and let you get your anger out on those goons rather than have it directed towards him.

The Justice League had only heard rumors about you. They tried to ask Bruce about you once, and he only grunted and walked away. Several years later, you show up during a particularly nasty battle and completely wipe the shit out of everyone.

Please, give him affection. In his opinion, there is nothing better than coming back to the Batcave to you. You patch him up, give him a few kisses, and then beckon him back up to the manor, force him to eat some of Alfred's food, and then drag him to bed.

He loves showering with you, and he'll lean over just so you can wash his hair. He'll even put his head in your lap whenever he can just so you can run your hand through his hair.

He'll trace the golden marks on your skin, and it literally makes you melt every single time because he does it so lovingly. He's so soft for you it's pathetically cute.

Ughhhh he's so in love with you 😩

[freeasthewesternbreeze]

Arthur taking care of a Drunk! Reader

I love dis man!!! This was meant to be a short blurb and then it ended up like this. This is me rambling, so nothing serious. Definitely gonna have some grammar mistakes too my apologies, but enjoy! GIVE ME ARTHUR SO IN LOVE WITH HIS LADY OR GIVE ME DEATH!!! THIS MAN NEEDS TO BE LOVED AND CUDDLED!!! RAHHHHH

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Arthur Morgan is the type of man that loves to dote on his beautiful partner. He loves to compliment her when she’s not there, and speak nothing but songs of praises to the gang. While it might not be the typical “romantic cowboy” trope Mary-Beth reads in her books, Arthur had so many different, yet loving ways in which he dotes on his love.

You need some help setting up your cot and space when the gang finds a new spot? Fear not beautiful, Arthur, who has been riding for hours and working himself to the bone all day already set it up, making sure to ask if anything needed to be changed to your liking.

Another one of your favorite things about Arthur is how no matter how disgusting you may feel, or how embarrassing you think a situation is, Arthur will always be there to help. And still think you’re as beautiful as ever.

Maybe one night you lost count of how many drinks you and the girls at camp were having and decided to loudly and obnoxiously flirt with Arthur while he was on patrol just outside the camp. Instead of getting frustrated with you and telling you to get it together, he gets flustered and makes a remark on how you’re gonna feel in the morning. The burly man could barely believe what his eyes were seeing before him. The love of his life stumbling towards him with a mischievous look in her eyes. “HOW ABOUT YOU COME ON OVER DOWN HERE AND…” she took a quick pause to hiccup “LEMME SHOW YOU WHAT A REAL GOOD TIME LOOKS LIKE COWBOY!” This remark triggers a soft chuckle out of Arthur, making a mental note to ban Karen from ever giving you liquor. (or maybe just sometimes… he’s loving this)

He would take you to a secluded spot and simply sit down with you until you calmed down. You maybe were getting a little handsy with our favorite cowboy and maybe even left a few kisses on his smiling face.

“Now sweetheart you know I love you, and if the circumstances were different, I’d be all over you like a pig in mud. But darlin’ you are so drunk I don’t even think you can walk straight” He says while slowly taking your hands off of his chest.

“Y-you listen here you handsome sum’ bitch, I think we need to get out of here…. and knock some boots…” you replied to him in a drunken tone as you shot him a pathetic attempt at a wink. Drunk you could have sworn Arthur Morgan was created solely to make you happy. You knew this man was yours and all you wanted to do was eat him alive. The alcohol running hot in your blood was making that feeling amplified.

As you continued to drunkenly flirt with Arthur and make him laugh, your glazed eyes couldn’t even focus on Arthur’s grinning face anymore before you slowly start to feel the sky and earth around you spinning.

‘Ah yes … the punishment for my greed of drinking’ You begin to think as the nights festivities begin to catch up with you.

Arthur quickly takes note of the way your eyes clench shut and the way your body tenses up as you slowly push off of him and begin to stumble towards a bush. You felt like the world was spinning at about 10x the speed it normally does, and your stomach decided it didn’t like that very much.

“Oh fuck me…” You say aloud as you begin to dry heave.

Arthur knew what was about to happen because the man had found himself in that same exact position more times then he can count. He began to walk over to you, grabbing the loose strands of hair surrounding your face to hold back as the drinks you had inhaled came up again.

It wasn’t a pretty sight.

But Arthur couldn’t help but feel so honored to care for you in such a manner. He felt so much love for you even in such a vulnerable moment, because he knew that you trusted him enough to take care of you.

“I gotchu pretty girl… just get it out…” he begins to slowly rub your back up and down as the contents of your stomach now end up in the bush you tried to hide behind.

“I’m never drinking that shit Karen calls whiskey againnnn,” you practically cry out as you finally get a moment to breathe “She’s tryin’ to kill me..”

Arthur slowly blows cool air on the back of your neck to cool you down as he feels you getting sweaty and hot from the exertion of everything. “Honey you also don’t drink much.”

Arthur recalls he had only seen you this drunk once before. And it ended up with you jumping in the river naked and him having to fish you out. And yes, you were trying to get fresh with him even while half drowning. But that’s a story for another time.

“Yeah well… whatever.” You say finally relishing in the sense of relief that falls over you now that everything is out of your system. You look up at Arthur and see him smiling at you with kind eyes. You felt your face heat up under his gaze. ‘Why must he be so handsome? God damn I love this man’. You thought trying to stand up straighter.

“You’re so cute. Even when you’re drunk as a skunk” he remarks and kisses the side of your head. He guides you by the waist back to camp to wash your mouth out and take a quick bird bath. You still weren’t completely sober, but sober enough to know it’s time to crawl into bed.

Arthur takes you into his tent and tells you to lie down while he gets you some tea to relax you a bit more. The soft glow of the lantern creates a soft atmosphere, making Arthur’s space feel more like a sanctuary as opposed to a tent set up in the middle of a camp somewhere in the forest. You pull off your dress and boots and end up grabbing one of Arthur’s shirts to sleep in. He tries to keep them as clean as he can because he knows you love to sleep in them, so he keeps a special drawer just for you in his tent.

You slip into his cot and breathe in his scent on his pillow. Tobacco, leather, and pine. That’s what your Arthur smells like, and you swear you could die happy if it was the last thing you ever got to sleep in. You hear shuffling outside of the ten as the flap slowly opens up, revealing Arthur’s large form. He places your tea next to you so you can have a few sips as he slowly begins to take off his things and prepare for bed.

“I got Javi to finish the patrol. He needed a break from Uncle’s lumbago bullshit.” You giggle at the thought of Javier sitting there trying to relax and strum his guitar while Uncle cries about an ailment that most don’t even know if he actually has.

“Well you certainly saved him from a night of misery.” You yawn placing your finished tea down as you shuffle under Arthur’s blankets a bit further, feeling the chilly nip of air hitting your shoulders. “You can say that again.” He replies.

Arthur finally takes his shirt off leaving him only in his pants as he turns to look at you. You jokingly whistle at him as you look at him up and down, drinking in your protectors beautiful body. You see him quickly huff and look away as he mumbles a “Shut up…” with a small smile on his face. You smile in reply to him as you make room for him to lay down. He turns off the lantern and gently slides into the cot with you, careful not to take the covers off of you.

You move to your side as Arthur also lies on his slide. You shuffle closer to his back and wrap your arm around his torso and bury your face in the back of his neck. Gently placing soft kisses on him.

“You make such a nice little spoon partner.” You whisper into his neck. You feel his shoulders shake with laughter as he relaxes into your touch. “Reckon you can’t reach much back there. You’re kinda like a spider monkey on me.”

“At least you’re warm…. And why a spider monkey? Why not a…” you pause to think, with your eyes slowly beginning to droop, but your exhausted brain really can’t come up with a snarky response “Nope, that makes sense never mind.”

You feel Arthur grab your hand under the covers and squeeze it gently as he starts to feel your breathing start to slow and get heavier. “Goodnight handsome… I love you… thanks for takin care o’ me..” You mumble as you give his shoulder one last peck.

You couldn’t see it, but Arthur had a soft smile while he heard you say those words. You made him feel like he could take the world on. Just feeling your touch and having you lay here with him made his insides feel like a thousand bees and roses buzzing and growing inside of him. He felt beautiful for once.

He never thought he would have this. He never thought he could ever feel so deeply for another person again after all the hurt and trauma he had gone through. But you came along and changed that. You made him feel like he was more than just some violent enforcer, or some dumb cowboy. You made him feel seen, and in many ways, safe. You were his to protect, and he was yours to have.

“I love you too pretty girl. More than words can say.”

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AHHHH YOU GUYS!!!

This is my first fic I have written in over ten years. I’m still super rusty and honestly still feel I could hone the skill a bit better. I hope you all liked this! I love my bb cowboy Arthur, and I always want to dote on that beautiful man. He was little spoon this time around because… well have you seen those shoulders of his? Beautiful. Magnificent.

Please let me know how you guys feel! And let me know if any ideas you may like to see written out. 🩵

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[insomniadreamzz]

You are perfect to me

College AU Powder x Fem!Reader

Contains angst and a lot of fluff

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This was a request I got and I immediately fell in love with it. The request was pretty long so I decided to not quote it here but write the story down. I hope you like what I made out of it anon ❤️

For as long as you can remember you had a crush on one of your classmates in college. It was no other than Powder, the blue haired girl had such a beautiful and kind heart, it just made you fall for her but there was one problem. Powder had only eyes for another classmate, Ekko. He had the same interest as Powder, loving to tinker with scrap and making something cool out of it. You knew they spend a lot of time together after class.

How you knew? Well you were a friend group together with Caitlyn, Vi and the two older students Jayce and Mel. Vi was Powders sister and she knew about your crush on Powder but never said anything. She didn’t want to get between you two and let yourself do the thing.

No matter how much you tried to give her signs that you liked her, Powder always took it in a friendly way, not really getting that you try to flirt with her. Of course she didn’t since she only had eyes for Ekko and basically did the same, wanting to give Ekko signs that she liked him more than a friend.

It was a rollercoaster of emotions living like that. You knew she liked someone else but you couldn’t control your own feelings as well. You couldn’t just turn your own emotions off as if it wasn’t hard enough to fall for someone in your friend group.

A few days ago Caitlyn invided all of you to her home for a house party. Her parents were away so she had the house for her own and of course it had to be a party. You first didn’t know if you should agree or not because you already knew you might see Powder and Ekko getting closer but then thought why should that stop you from having your own fun? So in the end you agreed to come to the party.

You decided to dress up not too fancy, wearing jeans and a crop top, a coat on top. It was cold outside and you weren’t a big fan of dresses, at least when it was cold outside. You were more the ‚cozy but still beautiful‘ kind of person.

When you arrived at Caitlyn‘s house, you could already hear the music outside of the house. That woman never failed doing a great party. You ringed the doorbell and Caitlyn greeted you with a wide smile, pulling you into a hug. „Hey there!! I am so happy you decided to come. Please come in.“ She said and you went inside after thanking her for the invitation. Everyone else greeted you happily and already in a very good mood caused by alcohol. Caitlyn also invited more of her own friends, thank god the house was big enough for so many people, some were dancing, some were talking. It was a very comfortable atmosphere. The only thing making you feel uncomfortable was seeing Powder dancing with Ekko. It made your tummy twist uncomfortable, making you want to have a drink to get over it but you won’t drink today since you were here with your car.

„Alright! Why are you standing there? Come on get a drink!“ Vi told you, being clearly tipsy but you shook your head in response. „No thanks no alcohol for me this time but I would like to take a coke.“ You said, making her accept your decision before handing you the drink, Vi was here to party but also help out Caitlyn with the guests since they were a couple, Vi wouldn’t just chill there and let Caitlyn do the work. She was very kind. Just like her sister Powder.

…

The music kept on ringing in your ears as you drove off into your own thoughts. You tried not to stare too obviously at Powder as you remembered how many times you tried to ask her out, trying to be cute and sweet towards her but it never really seemed to work.

Of course she appreciated your compliments and everything but as always, just in a friendship way.

You got back to reality once you noticed a conversation getting a little bit out of hand, Ekko and Powder were standing near you, talking to another person, you couldn’t ignore the conversation since they were near enough for you to hear.

„…well we all know Powders creations wouldn’t function without my help anyways.“ You only heard that but it was enough for understanding why Powder left. You watched her run away out into the backyard meanwhile Ekko kept on talking, clearly not noticing what his stupid behavior caused.

You stood up from the couch you were chilling at with your coke before following Powder, seeing her sitting down against a tree with her knees against her chest, head resting against them as she cried. You frowned, heart breaking at the sight, your legs moving automatically as you approached her. „Powder…?“ You asked softly but you didn’t get an answer, just little sniffs. So you just sat down beside her in silence, just letting her know you are here.

A little chilly wind appeared, making you look at Powder who was still not really there. She was heartbroken, you just knew it but something else you noticed was her body shivering so you decided to take off your coat and wrap it around her body. This action made her look at you, her beautiful makeup all smudged from the tears, her white dress was probably also dirty from the ground. „Thank you…“ She murmured, her red puffy eyes making you feel so sad for her, reaching forward with your hand to wipe the tears away with your thumb. „It’s okay.“ You answered before thinking about leaving, this was it for tonight. You needed to take her home. „Let me drive you home. I think it’s enough for tonight isnt it?“ You carefully asked and she nodded slowly in response. „You are right…“

Of course you couldn’t miss the fact that Powder was drunk as well like the others. You had to hold her up a little as you walked her to your car which was a black BMW. You never really wanted to talk about the things you have, not wanting to show big dick energy. You were simply thankful for being able to afford some things, that was it.

„Wow I didn’t know you have such a fancy car.“ Powder spoke and you just chuckled a little before unlocking it, letting her get in. „I am not the one to tell people how amazing I am and the things I have.“ You mentioned before getting into the drivers seat, starting the engine.

„Yea…not like someone else…“ She mumbled and you knew she talked about Ekko. He really was behaving like an asshole but you tried to comfort her, knowing Powder liked Ekko a lot. „He is drunk. Maybe he didn’t think about how it would make you feel.“ You said as you focused on the road, Powder looked out the window as she listened to you. „He didn’t think at all. Ekko knows I always had problems in the past with my work since everything I tried to create when I was younger…just didn’t work like it should. It always made me feel insecure and now he even made me feel worse about my own work.“ You heard her voice crack, knowing she was on the edge of her tears again.

„You are very intelligent Pow, you don’t need a second person to make things work.“ You tried to help but she didn’t seem to listen, being lost in her own sad thoughts which made you have an idea. You decided to put on her favorite song and then, silence. Both of you just listening to the song as you drove, it didn’t last long though. Powder turned to face you, looking at your concentrated expression as you focused on the road before she interrupted the silence. „Why are you doing this?…all of this?“

Her soft voice made you smile a little. You didn’t have anything to lose at this point so you decided to just be honest. „Because I like you. Very much.“ You confessed, these words were enough for the blue haired girl to understand but she still wanted to know more. „You do? Why…you never told me before?“ She asked and you just chuckled with a little shrug. „Really? It’s obvious you have a crush on Ekko. I didn’t have a chance.“ You simply stated and that made her frown before looking out the window again. „Yea…I ‚had‘ a crush.“

You decided to stay silent after her last sentence, knowing the alcohol was also talking. Maybe she would think different when being sober.

Finally you arrived, the last five minutes were filled with silence and you felt a little awkward knowing Powder knew about your feelings now but you tried not to show the tension you felt as you got out of the car, offering your hand for her to get out. Her eyes met yours and you could still see the sadness and disappointment in them, it made you feel sad. „It’s okay Pow, just take a good rest and tomorrow everything will be different yea?“ You smiled, trying to make her smile as well but she only gave you a little, sad smile. „Thank you a lot for caring. I won’t forget the sweet gesture of yours.“ Powder rushed to you after saying that, closing the gap between you as she hugged you so tight, you thought she would break you any second, scared to lose you but you were there, hugging her back just as tight. „Thank you so much…“ She mentioned and you felt the tension between you, blushing as you smelled the beautiful scent of her perfume. „Don’t thank me. Of course I wouldn’t leave you like that.“

„I know because you are very sweet and kind. Please never change your attitude. I am happy I can count on you.“ Powder let go of you with a smile, now she was really smiling at you, making your heart melt. You both stare into each other’s eyes, the moonlight reflecting in Powders beautiful blue ones, making them look even more beautiful. For a few seconds you just kept staring, silently admiring each other before the door to Powders house opened, Vander getting out of there. „Hey girls! It’s cold outside, don’t you want to get inside??“ He asked with a little chuckle, not really noticing he just interrupted a intimate moment. You wished he didn’t because you were very close to kiss Powder but who knows why it happened like that. Maybe it was better that way. She was still drunk and you wouldn’t want to make a move in her like that. You wanted her to be sober when you try to make the next move.

„It’s okay! I just dropped her off home. The party was a little much and I wanted her to get home save.“ You told Vander and Powder let go of you, taking a few steps back before looking at you again. „Thank you again. Goodnight.“ She said before turning and walking towards Vander who waited for her to get back inside. You smiled before waving at them. „Goodnight! See ya!“

On your way home you questioned yourself if Powder would remember what you said today. Maybe she would forgive Ekko? Or she would get closer to you. Whatever it will be, you knew you will fund out the next day.

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Part 2?

[angel-of-the-moons]

The Bird and The Worm

Steven Grant x Shy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None really, some fluff. Overprotective Birb Dad Khonshu, activate!

A/N: Alright since y'all loved this post so much I had to do something with it, and given that it's Valentine's Day and I am, as usual, chronically single, I figured I would share the delulu with our sweet little nerd. It's short, I know. But my chest is hurting and I am thinking of going to the ER later lol (I also recommend listening to Owl City's "The Bird and The Worm" it's a cute song!)

You had been in a very good mood, today, Khonshu had noticed. Humming to yourself, giggling a bit louder than usual at something on your phone. He watched as you practically bounced around your flat.

"I take it something has happened, little bird?" Khonshu hummed, a humored scoff coming from his chest. You continued to buzz around, even reaching for your seldomly-used makeup kit you only used for special work parties or for fun--and the latter was rare.

He leaned against the wall, to remain out of your way, amusement tickling something deep within him. Indeed, you were like a busy little bee, buzzing around her hive.

"Oh!" You finally chirp out a response, beaming happily up at him. "I... Um... Well, I um, got a date!"

That surprised him.

You were a wallflower; a shy, little thing that had beautiful and bright colors that stood out; especially amongst his dwindling followers. Not keen on being the center of attention, you preferred to dance on the coattails of most social situations.

And you had never been out on a date before, let alone asked out by anyone.

"And who is your date?" Khonshu asked, tipping his head to the side as you began to apply your facial primer. Makeup trends definitely changed from how they used to do them back in his day...

"Oh, he's so sweet! Some guy knocked into me while I was out today; knocked my smoothie all over the floor and didn't even apologize." You huff, recalling that rude dude, "Then he showed up and snapped at him! He even paid for me to get a new one, even though I said he didn't have to..."

You remembered how heartbroken you felt--you had been looking forward to your favorite smoothie all day. Work sucked and those little pick-me-ups always boosted your mood and energy when you needed them.

"And after that we sat down and started talking--we have a lot in common." You giggled, carefully dripping foundation on your face before beginning to blend it. "He seemed hesitant at first, when he asked me out, tonight... But he finally got all the words out and, well, I d'nno... It felt right to finally say yes to someone?"

"Hmm." He hummed, thinking hard. You didn't normally warm up to people, and to see you so excited for something... he was happy for you. His shy little bird opening up her wings a little.

"And you are not concerned this man was putting up a front?" He asked dubiously, his own mind drawing conclusions.

"...No. I really didn't get that vibe from him." You replied thoughtfully, looking down at your bronzers and highlighters; trying to think of what kind of look you wanted to go for. Something to match your little turtleneck dress, surely. And well, it was Valentine's Day, so.... You went with some neutral shades. Blush was light and pink; your eyeshadows a mix of red and pink, too.

"...I see." Khonshu murmured, his head tipping to the other side.

"But we're going to meet up for dinner tonight. I hope it all goes well..." Your voice had fallen a little bit; the melancholy tone slipping into your voice a little saddening. You had spent many of these holidays alone--never having anyone to spend them with.

So... Well. There was no harm in letting you have this date, letting you go out and try to have fun with this mystery man of yours.

But you were downright silly to think Khonshu would just up and let you go to an undisclosed location without him shadowing you to make sure your were safe.

He had intended to follow you to make sure your date was what you had claimed he was--not some secret serial killer or someone who had a history of some form of violence towards another person.

But this... was so much worse.

Oh, he was steaming.

Fuming, toxic--an inferno of rage and disgust when he sat down with you at your little table.

The setting was a little roo intimate for his tastes; warm, soft candlelight, round-table booths where two could sit undeniably closer than most would deem normal--tucked in the back where few prying eyes would see.

Well. Save for him, anyways.

But what made him the most angry wasn't even how close you two were sitting; or even how he made you laugh.

It was the fact your date was Steven-fucking-Grant. The biggest thorn in his side since Marc had begun work under him as his Avatar. Even bigger than Marc's challenging and anti-authoritative attitude towards his will.

He was glad the man was no threat, but he hated the fact that naturally, your shy and quiet-natured soul had been drawn to Steven. The man was, by his own tally, a whiney, soft-hearted little cretin.

Always looking on the verge of a panic attack or a sobbing fit, his very soul radiated something that pissed Khonshu off.

And so... Khonshu decided that he could not let this be. Not his little bird. Not on his watch.

You needed to be kept safe--and being involved with Steven or any of the others meant you could be put in harm's way. Even moreso just than being a follower of his.

At least worshipping him can be done in private. Here you are, in public, with the worm. Instead of devouring him, like a bird should, you commiserated and laughed with him.

And so, he spent the rest of the evening trying to ruin your date; if only to keep you safe. Yes, yes. He had to keep you safe. And away from Steven. Especially Steven.

...Mostly Steven.

When Steven held out the little flower he'd gotten for you, Khonshu made the candle flame flare up and catch the head on fire--making the both of you panic just for him to dunk it in the pitcher of water at your table.

But all that did was make you worry, taking his hands to check them over for burns, handing your napkin from your lap to dry his hands.

He spilled the glass of wine on Steven's crisp and neatly-pressed shirt. All that did was make you giggle at Steven's apology for being "clumsy", and you leaned over with some napkins to try and dab away the red stain on the fabric.

The waiter had dropped your food order, spilling your pasta in your own lap and covering your legs with the sauce and noodles. (Oh, he felt bad for that one.)

But once again, fate was conspiring against him. Steven had all but tripped over himself in an effort to try and flag down the staff for a towel to help clean you off (but maintaining a respectful touch as he did so).

At all the "funny" coincidences of the evening, Steven managed to convince you to let him walk you home.

Khonshu had had enough.

He pushed Steven into a dirty puddle in the sidewalk, splattering your nice shoes with grime and muck, his curls plastered to his head with gross water as he was left sputtering in confusion.

So... naturally, you ripped off your jacket when you pulled him up, and wiped his face with it; offering to take him back to your apartment to clean up.

The night turning out "perfect" for you two had him wanting to smash his skull open on a brick wall.

"Don't mean t' take up your couch, love." Steven murmured into his warm cup of tea. You had so generously offered to wash his clothes for him and let him shower--even giving him permission to use your special shampoos and soaps!--and then told him, since his laundry was dirty... He could have the couch and you two could split the vegan-friendly chocolates he brought for you while his clothes were washing.

"It's okay." You reply, wiping the last bits of your makeup from your face; already having slipped into some cute pajamas with kitty cats on them, your shirt had the slogan "Nap time is the purr-fect time!" on it. You sat next to him, cradling your cup of tea in your hands, the faint sound of your washer humming along in the background.

"Whole bloody evening's been a mess, hasn't it?" He smiled apologetically. "I didn't mean to come home with you--that is! Uh! I mean..." He rubbed the back of his neck and couched nervously, a hint of pink on his cheeks, "Well, I didn't want to impose, y'know? Or seem like some creepy weirdo who tries to stalk girls home, yeah?"

Steven was wearing a pair of your largest pj pants, and an old sports jersey, wrapped up in one of your fuzzy bathrobes. He looked the farthest thing away from a "creep". He had been a perfect gentleman all evening!

"It's okay." You smile warmly at him, setting your mug down next to his on the coffee table in font of you, reaching for your TV remote.

As you both settled in on your couch for a silly rom-com movie that had popped up in your recommended list on Netflix, Khonshu was almost vibrating from the sheer rage he felt--he was certain he would snap his staff with how hard he had been gripping it.

He was even more enraged when, after you had both become so engrossed with the movie you had let your time slip away; that you had offered to let Steven stay the fucking night. And even moreso that he accepted.

When the two of you had fallen asleep, cuddling on your couch--Khonshu hated the fact that you two just seemed... so... Ugh! Perfect for each other! No matter what he had done tonight--somehow you inevitably wound up in his arms; snuggled up and sleeping peacefully.

Well... it was better than the more intimate alternative--but still!

The bird wound up cuddling with the worm. His little bird.

As your chests rose and fell with calm, even breathing; Steven snuggled so tightly against you that his arm was draped over your waist and his nose was in the crook of your neck, Khonshu glowered.

He wondered if he let himself get hit by a car, would it kill him?

It was better than watching his sweet, innocent little bird fall for one of the most deceptively innocent creatures on Earth.

Yes you were happy, but come on...

Why did it have to be his Avatar?!

[slayrith]

valentine's day at the lodge

happy valentine's day lovelies! as a sweet treat, here's how i think the until dawn cast would do for you for valentine's day...

for my ladies..

Emily Davis

she would spoil you. Like you'd get some many designer gifts and fancy chocolates AND a floral arrangement personally done by a ton-notch florist

Emily also 100% gets you guys matching items- like we saw Matt and Emily's matching turtlenecks, this bitch wants everyone to know you guys are together.

Spent ages planning the perfect Valentine's day outing- istg she made an itinerary for the day and is constantly looking at her phone to make sure everything's perfect; if you guys steer off of it in any way she may get a little ruffled over it but honestly? she's so happy to spend the say with you she gets over it surprisingly fast- guess your reassuring smile calmed her down

Ashley Brown

she honestly spent so long crafting a thoughtful and sentimental gift it completely slipped her mind that you guys would actually have to do something together

but knowing her, she'd be more of a picnic date or night-in making a homemade meal or ordering in your favorite restaurant and watching sappy romance movies or whatnot

the kind of gift she would make would be an amalgamation of your favorite things- like she'd so buy a copy of your favorite book and learn how to take the pages and make them into paper roses for a bouquet if it didn't hurt her soul to tear a book

her card for you is so sweet- not only would it be handmade, Ashley writes the sweetest and most intimate love letters you could ever imagine like she puts her hobby of writing into good use

Jessica Riley

She had been thinking of spending Valentine's day with you since you two got together- or even since the last one.

"We should do this" "Oh- I should get you this!" "This sounds like such a fun date for Valentine's"

By the time the holiday rolls around, you really have no clue what she's planning for the day

Her gifts are more traditional with a signature Jess spin on it- roses and your favorite flowers in a gorgeous tulle wrapping with a lacy bow tied on it, an ultra-fluffy teddy bear covered in her perfume, and your favorite chocolates ever- the cutest card she spent months searching for on top

You two go to a dinner together and she can not stop taking pictures of you, the two of you, the food.. she's so sentimental and she wants to capture every moment you guys have together

Sam Giddings

She's more of a date person than a gift person, let's be honest

Like she would get you a gift- probably something you mentioned and she made a mental note after seeing your eyes light up- but she's way more of a quality-time person than gift-giving

Since she's more of an outdoorsy person, she'd be more prone to a picnic or going to a restaurant with an absolutely beautiful view- you and her underneath the stars is a dream for her, honestly

she for sure handmade her card, her signature art on it with a very sweet yet simple message- she's very thoughtful, but her actions speak louder than words

Hannah Washington

Valentine's Day is her favorite holiday, and she makes it obvious

As romantic as a dinner date would be, she's a homebody at heart- your date would be something like a night in baking or making a meal together and sifting through Josh's film collection to find some sappy yet artful romances

ALL of her gifts are handmade- even if she bought something, she always put her own spin on it, and she gets really shy when admitting that to you

Her favorite kind of gifts are baking you your favorite cookies or crafting an elaborate card specially made for you, and her note was so long she stuffed papers into the card and wrote "happy valentine's day" on the card itself\

Beth Washington

she's more traditional- roses, a box of fancy chocolates, and a sweet card

however, this woman takes you to a romantic brunch then finishes it off with a lovely dinner

she's very sweet but romantic stuff isn't her strongsuit so a lot of her efforts are in collaboration with Hannah

one of your gifts was your favorite cookies baked homemade by Beth and Hannah- which you find sweeter because of the time she took to make sure everything was perfect

for my fellas..

Mike Munroe

he has so much experience- he works with the basics

a beautiful bouquet of roses that are your favorite color/a color that reminds him of you, a well-picked box of chocolates, and a candle-lit dinner at a luxury restaurant that he definitely did not get a reservation for a month in advance

mike got you a lingerie set as a gag gift- "something for the both of us, you know? since it is a holiday for couples- just kidding.. I mean unless-"

let's just say it might have been put to use that night depending on how he was acting

Chris Hartley

let's be honest, his first valentine's day with you is his first valentine's day with anyone- so he makes sure he gets it perfect

chris definitely has a note in his phone with everything there is to know about you- your favorite flowers, food, restaurants, even your least favorites; he didn't want to mess anything up

Josh helped a lot with his planning- helping him plan a nice dinner, finding chris a good florist on his budget, etc

he's more the type to gift you something thoughtful, and more into more relaxed dates than anything- maybe making you a nice meal, or spending the night in playing video games or just spending time together

Matt Taylor

similar to mike, matt goes a more traditional route- but I feel matt is more chill

he'd take you to a restaurant he knows in his gut you'll like, even if you've never been before

he is so giddy- he spent so much time and thought planning this, he almost spoiled his surprise for you the week before, and you already had a feeling what he was giving you

his gift is very personal; i feel like he'd get you matching jewelry or something with his name on it- he likes claiming what's his, after all

Josh Washington

everyone thinks Josh is the type to lavish you in luxuries- but honestly? I think he's humble, and more of a "it's the thought that counts" sort of guy

like yes, he's gifted you some expensive gifts, but they were all things he knew you would like- not just something you'd appreciate because of the price tag

if anything, he's the kind of guy to set up a movie night in, or to make a scrapbook of all his favorite memories of you two

the most extreme he's gotten one year is a weekend away at the lodge with just the two of you

"sure, I could get you some $500 necklace, but a night with you is something I couldn't put a price tag on."

[scribbledghost]

inhuman!Vessel request

I love your inhuman Sleep Token posts so much! One of my favs. 🥰

What about some non-sexual body worship? Just Vessel kissing reader everywhere, forehead, neck, stomach, legs, shoulders, hands, even the ends of her hair, just everywhere, and giving endless praise and compliments. I would die happy. 🥹

Note: it's Valentine's Day so I'm here to supply you with the most sugary-sweet, tooth-rotting fluff you've ever seen.

If there's one thing Vessel does well, it's worship. It's always been his strong suit, even prior to his changing. For as long as he can remember, he's always been like this: always wanted to devote himself fully and unceasingly. He's always felt like his purpose was attached to serving someone else.

Over the past however many centuries he's been Sleep's vessel, the object of his veneration has been Sleep itself.

Then you came along, and things changed.

It took a lot of time and courage for Vessel to get where he is now: alone in bed with you, simply lavishing you with attention and adoration in any place he can reach. Not as a means to turn explicit, but simply because he can, and he has the time to worship you as you deserve.

"You are everything to me, my heart," he murmurs against your collarbone. He can sense that you want to argue, that you want to contradict him, but thankfully you bite your tongue.

Perhaps you've learned it won't do any good to try and convince him that you're not of paramount importance to him. There is so very little he would not do for you, and even then what he would not do is defined only as the absolutely impossible.

Vessel lifts your shirt enough for him to give plenty of attention to your stomach.

"Your skin is so soft," he says, grabbing handfuls of you and inhaling your scent. He nuzzles his face into you for a little while, allowing himself this simply luxury. When he's had his fill, he moves to grab one of your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.

"These hands have raised me from the lowest depths. They have brought me to salvation when I've reached for you in the dark."

He begins to kiss slowly up your arm, sighing in contentment when he feels your fingers trace through his hair and along the nape of his neck. As Vessel reaches your neck, he speaks again, punctuating each phrase with a kiss.

"You are so strong."

Kiss.

"So intelligent."

Kiss.

"So beautiful."

Kiss.

"You are divine in every way, my love."

He tiptoes into your mind, helping to soothe the self-depreciating thoughts he finds there.

"I am only telling the truth," he says softly, pressing tender kisses to your lips.

As he continues to kiss and caress and adore your body, Vessel tries to project some of his own thoughts to you.

He thinks about his past, and of the sins he has committed. He is not a saint by any stretch of the imagination; he has done more than his share of harm to both himself and others. There are many that would consider him a monster.

But not you.

You consider him worthy.

Worthy of your time, your affection, your love.

Just as he always pushes against any disparaging things you say about yourself, you always do the same when he speaks ill of himself. You tell him that he deserves you, that he deserves good things.

Vessel will spend the rest of his days doing everything in his power to ensure he lives up to your perception of him.

But for now, he simply lies with you, hoping the way he presses his lips to your skin conveys even a fraction of his devotion.

[angelsdvsts]

sweet little affirmations since it's the day of love & i adore y'all so bad... i hope each and everyone of you have a lovely day ♡

♡ might be in la la la love ~ sweet baby angels that i annoy way too much who literally have my entire heart ??

♡ @drcamsx - my sweet lil anna , we've been with each other for so long n i literally adore you to pieces <3 our bbs will forever be special to me & i literally developed a reading addiction bc of you so heh <333 ♡ @unraptures - helloo, timezones will always be the death of us, but i will never stop screaming about how absolutely feral our bbs are?? adore you so much, sweetpea! <3 n love how much entertainment you bring me on the daily whether its about coworkers (lol) or our bbs <3 ♡ @slumpcd - pfft... remember when i was so scared to interact w/ you now i literally annoy you on the daily? bwahah, i love writing with you sm, it seriously makes my shitty days better! ♡ @shcrtnsweet - my love!! literally adore all the concepts that we come up with, the four core will never be stopped <3 love love love writing & blabbing about literally anything w/ you <3 ♡ @swtsours - no way to explain how each one of our ships always have me giggling and kicking my feet??? i swear, i literally be grinning ear to ear while typing replies <3 ♡ @cravemore - i will forever love every single thing you throw at me, literally gagged @ your writing every single time -- also can't believe how many beautiful bbs we have together <3 ♡ @tumkink - hi hi hi !! despite us recently just interacting + talking, i enjoy blabbing on about our muses sm !! literally brings me joy throughout my boring day at work <3 ♡ @candiedstrwb - come jump in my pocket rn <3 keeping you in my heart forever and ever. literally love love love the thousands of threads we have going on n you're fr on my mind all the time <3

♡ hope you know how proud i am you were created ~ angels who i just think are absolutely amazing & i adore everything we have <3

♡ @emotionlcss - will never stop screaming about our well developed bbs & the new ones that will come <3 seriously just love blabbing with you! ♡ @brckensociety - i'm pretty sure you are my oldest follower. . . which is kinda insane to say??? literally adore you so so much, you've been through sm and you're still here entertaining me with your bbs, so ty <3 ♡ @gracland - the way we only have two threads but those bbs own my life, i absolutely love them and enjoy writing with you sm ! you're such a joy to write with & i love screaming about our bbs together. ♡ @thursdaygrl - our ships are so good every time, it's so crazy?? literally could pick up right where we left off like neither of us disappeared n i love that :') <3 ♡ @everseens - each and every one of our ships are so chefs kiss, pls the power we have <3 heh love love writing with you <3 ♡ @sevcnminutcs - love how we are able to just keep adding more muses onto our already huge list?? it's just amazes me how we can just keep adding more and more heh <3 ♡ @cardigaen - your writing is just too skilled for me tbh, but i love everything you give :') <3

♡ if i told you how much i think about her you'd think i was in love ~ angels i always see on my dash n love to interact w/ more <3 whether we have previous threads, ongoing threads, or none just know that i'm adoring all y'all from afar <3

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