#damn i love both sunrise and sunset

[bunnwich]

This is altogether random, but I feel you might appreciate the idea: since Leona is doing his internship with a mining company in Sunset Savanna, I like to think if he were to propose to his partner, any ring would have a stone he found himself (then or years later) that made him think of them, because they’re worth the effort.

No, I love this so much and this actually inspired to think of some HC for Leona and Yuu's engagement!! So pardon me as I use this as an excuse to yap/draw.

🧡Leona x Yuu Proposal

🧡Engagement:

I picture Leona and Yuu would be together a while time before he worrys about marriage. Leona as we know is not traditional by any means. And the two are so used to just…being there for each other, lives intertwined like a braid. 

At this time after NRC I see Leona having his hands in a few things, but mostly just there as support for Yuu and even Ruggie as they navigate graduating. After his internship he currently sits as a member of the Board of Environmental Utilization.

I think they would already live together in a somewhat isolated place near the edge of the Outlands and Sunrise City. Leona originally helped get it for Yuu to have a forever home but now he finds himself there more and more. It's a bit of a fixer-upper, reminding Yuu of the Ramshackle.

I imagine their house has a revolving door policy and often has uninvited guests, Ruggie comes to visit a lot and uses it as a place to crash when he's in town to see his Granny. And then there's Cheka (who is now a teen rebelling against his parents.)

Often the two take late-night drives in Leona’s jeep to get away from the craziness of all. Leona struggles trying to adapt to a more humble living situation and lifestyle. (he still can't work the microwave for a damn), but he tries enjoying the quiet life he has with Yuu. Yuu is still figuring out how they will fit in in their new homeland as a Sunset Savanna citizen.

I feel Leona’s family would be hassling them about marriage for years but neither are too keen on the idea of it liking their private life. However, Leona knows it’s the easiest way to protect Yuu and make sure they always have a home and inherit the house they fixed up together. (Should anything ever happen to him.) Plus, it would give them full citizenship in his homeland. 

So one day, he decides that it's time to make it legal. Of course, he already knew a long time ago that they belonged to one another, this is so cemented in his mind and he’s not even that nervous about it. At this point, they’ve been through so much together they live together, they are one. So, he does it in his Leona way.

On one of their sunset drives together he pulls out a special ring his sister-in-law helped him design with Yuu's three favorite stones that he’d sent them in their time apart. He had two requests when he had it made: it had to have a moon for Yuu and a stone for both of them.

Leona during his internship would often collect stones he would find in the mines, finding some to send to Yuu. He knew that they liked that sorta stuff even if he didn't care for it. And he didn’t mind writing down little geological facts for them. 

“So…ya wanna be married to me?”

Yuu would honestly not expect it. And he said it so casually too! Smug bastard. But as usual, he was…right, their lives were so connected they couldn't imagine not seeing his cocky face every day or hearing his soft words of encouragement then loud ass snores every night.

“Okay.” They say with a shrug, and Yuu would be crying for both them. He was right, it just made sense. Besides, what would the lion do without them?

After putting the ring on their finger he'd wrap his arms around them, intending to never let go after that. He can’t help but get teary too. He never thought that he’d have someone like his brother did, to be by his side always.

“Well, now, yer stuck with me.”

“That’s okay.”

🧡Wedding:

As for a wedding, I KNOW Falena and Sis-in-law would press for a big, fat traditional Sunset Savanna wedding. There is a bit of controversy among some old-fashioned council members that Leona is marrying an outsider and a few murmuring that Yuu is a human too. But Leona’s favorability in the kingdom has always been so divided that some take an apathetic view, expecting this behavior from the second prince anyway.

Being a “spare heir” works in Leona’s favor this time, as there is not as much pressure for an arranged marriage for him as his brother had. Though there’s still some pushback. They were fine viewing Yuuta as a fling but it’s tradition for royal family members to have political marriages.

It’s a bit of strain on their relationship during this time with the stress of the capital’s spotlight on them. Since Leona told no one about it until after he proposed to Yuu. But, because a few on the council are fond of Yuu already, (as well as the queen regent), it all works out eventually! (Leona threatens to take Yuu and run away so many times.)

It is an…adjustment getting this much attention for Yuu. But, because the house they chose is already out of the prying eyes, the two compromise by agreeing to a true royal wedding…

This doesn’t last long. The two get fed up and…elope a few months later in the middle of the night. Cheka/Ruggie sneak out to be witnesses. Falena and the queen are pissed and make them promise to get married again in a few years publicly.

🧡Traditions:

Rings are a bit more of a modern marriage tradition in the Sunset Savanna as other countries' cultures melded with theirs over the years. Leona has never been one for traditions anyway and he liked the idea of matching rings, made out of the same ore and gems.

An old tradition of Sunset Savanna marriages is that of permanent bracelets, braided by hand by the officiating party. They are meant to stay on til death. Often colored beads are added to represent each personality. The braided hemp itself represents an eternity together in this life and the next. Through the circle of life, they are connected from then on out. 

[matchibee]

Wedding Ring

a misunderstanding between you and Miguel. I didn’t proofread but I did cry

Empty days and lonely nights. From sunrise to sunset your every waking moment felt as though it was spent on your lonesome, only your darling daughter there to fill the void running rampant in your heart. A cavernous void not even the love of a child could fill.

Not when Miguel was the one that carved the path, yanked the love from within your chest and took it with him wherever his whim took him.

“I’m head of the Spider Society,” He’d told you a million times before, words he’d utter a million more. “They depend on me. I can’t abandon them because you’re…” Miguel bit his lip, ceasing himself from continuing his words, knowing he was in the wrong.

The two of you had confined yourselves to your bedroom, Gabriella seated happily upon her plush comforter, some sparkly movie gathering her entire attention.

This was the first time you’d seen Miguel in days, perhaps weeks. The only time you heard his voice or felt his touch was in the midst of slumber, his shadow slipping into bed beside you only to depart before the sun rose again.

An awful cycle, one that was taking its toll, you could feel it.

“I just miss you, that’s all.” You took a seat on the bed,

“And I miss you more,” Miguel spoke, his hand encapsulating your shoulder, a whisper of what you craved. “But I have responsibilities away from you, that don’t concern you. Everything I do is to keep the both of you safe.”

And you knew he was right, of course he was. Miguel wasn’t himself if he wasn’t protecting, providing. That was his personality, his calling. But you’d be damned if you didn’t admit you’d thought of the ways he lacked in his recent performance. “Everything concerns me,” Your words were firm, you refused to stand down, even if the situation had yet to escalate. “We are married, we are a team. Everything that happens to you concerns me because I need you to come home. I need you to be here and show that little girl you love her.”

Miguel groaned, a frustrated noise that stemmed from your lack of understanding, of compassion he wanted you to extend. “I’m doing my best.”

“Your best isn’t good enough, Miguel!”

The room fell silent, your eyes wide as Miguel shifted to his feet, clicking at a few buttons on his watch. “I have a mission I need to get to. I’ll try to be back tonight but… No promises.”

“Don’t do this,” You felt tears in your eyes, the burn erupting from your soul. “Get someone else to go.”

“I can’t do that.”

Tears slipped from your eyes, but you turned on your heel to keep Miguel from seeing, from questioning. With a nod of your head, hands enveloping your own frame, you urged him to go — to leave before you begged him to stay just this once, even if you knew the words would fall on deaf ears.

Miguel slipped through the window, and from the corner of your eye you watched, regretted your words.

Neaten, bloodied and bruised, Miguel slipped back through the window of your apartment. He’d left to tend to countless anomalies, variants persisting where they didn’t belong. And if you knew the truth about Miguel, you’d know he was just like them, inserting himself in a life where your Miguel was lost.

But he couldn’t leave you to suffer, couldn’t leave you to this life of misery. And what started out as a desperate yearning to be a father once more spiraled into something out of proportion. He’d established himself, invested his entirety into this universe. He’s be damned if he let it slip through his fingers.

But then he saw you nowhere to be found, your side of the bed empty, sheets still slick as though they’d never been touched.

Miguel sighed, figuring it was likely you’d confined yourself to the living room, needing a moment away from a place where words were the ultimate misdeed.

In the midst of his exhaustion Miguel slipped into the restroom, the luminescence burning his eyes, washing away dirt and grime that scattered across his body, sweat that clung to his skin as though in longing. He emerged feeling as though he were a new man, refreshed. Miguel was ready to confront you, to communicate the words that had sat upon the tip of his tongue all day.

‘I’m sorry.’

Miguel was sorry, unapologetically remorseful that he’d made you feel the way you felt, the way he seemed to push your needs aside for the greater good. But it could all be damned. Miguel would move the heavens and the earth to make you happy.

The very heavens that gifted your eyes the stars so that he could gaze into them, and the very lands that breathed life beneath your skin so that his hands might have something to hold. Sometimes, he felt the universe taunted him with your very existence, there but not his, an embodiment of perfection someone as flawed as him did not deserve.

The light of the restroom illuminated your bedroom, and there upon the nightstand Miguel felt his being shatter.

A ring. Your ring. The very ring he’d slipped upon your finger in the midst of heartfelt vows, an audience of yourselves, an oath whispered between you. The very ring he’d clenched in his pocket every time you smiled, the carefully crafted band that gave him the confidence to drop down onto his knee upon seeing you drifting off to sleep with his daughter — now your daughter — in your arms.

Miguel fell to his knees once more, this time not with adoration but with regret, clutching the band between his fingers as though they might drift away, taking every reminder of you with it.

Miguel scoured your share closet, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he noticed a few of your belongings had gone missing — shoes, shirts, accessories — things he’d bought you and items you’d arrived with seeming to scatter in their frequency. Hangers devoid of purpose, rocking back and forth as though taunting him.

But then his mind drifted once more, thinking to your daughter, the very thing that’d kept the both of you together when life seemed to suggest otherwise.

You wouldn’t leave without her.

The very thought had bile creeping up Miguel’s throat, legs without stability as he crept down the hall. The door to Gabri’s room was ajar, lights dimmed to nothing, not a sound picked up by his enhanced senses.

It took more courage to open the door than it had to battle everything he’d faced as Spider-Man.

But when he did, your arms wrapped tightly around Gabriella, all rationality seemed to return to him.

Miguel dropped to his knees at Gabriella’s bedside, pushing back stray wisps of hair, taking in her appearance. Mismatched clothes, articles of clothing he recognized as yours, a tiara crushed into the pillow her head had fallen upon.

“Miguel?” Your voice was a groggy whisper, yawning into your hand coated with marker stains.

He didn’t know what to say, just glad to see you, to hear your voice and know you were still there. “You’re here.” His voice cracked, clearing his throat, gathering himself as he watched Gabriella stir in her slumber.

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” You inquired, standing to your feet, kicking off mismatched shoes and ridding your wrists of scattered bracelets.

“I thought— I saw—“ Miguel held out your wedding band, the jewel glimmering in the moonlight. Slowly, without making a sound, you dropped to your knees beside Miguel, plucking the ring from between his fingertips and returning it to where it rightfully belonged.

“I took it off while I was washing dishes and had Gabriella put it away for me. I guess I forgot to put it back on.”

Miguel wiped tears from his eyes, your hand resting against his cheek. “And… Your clothes?”

This left you laughing, trailing your fingertips against his skin, doing your best to ignore the droplets of liquid that slipped from his eyes. “We had a little fashion show. I brought some of our clothes to use.”

Miguel furrowed his brows “Our?”

“Miguel O’Hara, I’ll be damned if our daughter gets marker stains on just my clothes. If I go down, you’re going down with me.”

Then his lips quirked into a smile. “Our.” Repeating the word, loving the way it fell from your lips, a reminder of your union.

“Speaking of which,” You held up one of Miguel’s collared work shirts, multicolored lipstick stains pressed into the collar. “Gabri said she saw some trend for this on YouTube — it’s cute, but didn’t we put parental controls on the TV?”

His eyes widened, mouth agape. “She must’ve seen the password. I’ll change it in the morning, Amor.”

You hummed, satisfied. Miguel inquiring which color was which, though in the moonlight it was obvious. Miguel could recognize your features blindfolded.

“Gabri insisted mine were red, and she chose a sparkly purple you bought her.”

Miguel looked away, knowing he was gonna hear it. “She liked it, you can’t blame me.”

“I’m blaming you for not getting me one! It smells like grapes, Miguel. Grapes!”

Miguel pulled you into his lap, chin resting upon the top of your head, sighing a content sigh. He could stay right here for eternity, his arms around you as you lulled to sleep in his chest. “Te quiero con todo mi corazón.”

You peppered kisses along his neck, whispering words of adoration, of longing. You missed this, missed him. “I’m so sorry for what I said, Miguel. It wasn’t right.”

Miguel shook his head. “I understand where you came from. I should be here more, I want to be here more.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, tilting your chin to place one on your lips.

“You guys need to learn how to whisper,” Gabriella called out into the darkness. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

[wol-fica]

Sunrise, Sunset

Pairings - Sabrina Carpenter x Reader

Warnings - book throwing(?)

An - it’s my return <3

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You yawned, stretching your arms above your head. The warm sheets pooled around your body, encasing you in a heated cocoon of blankets. The pillow behind your head was oh so soft, causing an overwhelming feeling of wanting to just fall back asleep, but you wouldn’t be doing that this morning.

See, mornings were too precious to you, especially since you were traveling on the road. The tour bus was a comfort to you, the gentle rock of the vehicle always slurred you to sleep whenever you needed. It was also quite nice to always wake up to such a beautiful moment whenever the bus was in motion.

For example, you had woken up a little earlier than you normally do, the sun just peeking over the trees whistling past. Curled into your side like a baby was your gorgeous girlfriend, snuggling you as tight as she could. Her arms were slung around your waist, one leg thrown between yours while her head rested under your chin. Your hand was threaded into her thick blonde locks, gently scratching at her scalp to stir her from her slumber.

Sabrina was a sight to behold, especially when no one was watching but you and when it was so goddamn early in the morning. The sun casted an alluring glow onto her skin, making you wonder what her skincare routine was because damn was she beautiful.

“G’morning Sab.” You murmured, brushing a small lock of hair out of her face to catch her squinting up at you, “How’d you sleep?”

She groaned, squeezing herself against you a little tighter. You smiled, pulling her on top of you so she could go back to sleep. A small sigh escaped her plump lips, cascading her warm breath onto your chest while she nestled into your warmth. You knew she needed the rest, especially since she had a show tonight, so letting her have the most shut eye as possible meant a better performance in the long run.

“So warm.” Sabrina cooed, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “You’re like an oven.”

“I’m not that hot.” You replied, wrapping your arms around her and turning both of you to the side.

“Hell yes you are.” She mumbled, smirking as you shivered while her nails ran down your back, “Hot as the sun, baby.”

You chuckled, taking her chin in your hand to tilt her head back. Her blue eyes met yours, so full of playfulness and love, staring straight into your soul. You scrunch your nose at her before leaning in for a kiss, her meeting you halfway. She tasted like cherries and was oh so soft, like sweet clouds pressed against your lips on a hot summer day.

She hummed, sliding her hands up to cup your face gently, moving up on the bed to be at your height. Your hands found solace on her hips, relishing in her hip dips and how they fit in your hold. Sabrina was thick, like droolingly thick, and her body was nothing but perfect and jaw dropping all the time. Sure she was short and pocket sized, yet she was absolutely so pretty, so soft, and so hot.

“So gorgeous.” You whispered to her, kissing down her sharp jaw to nibble at her neck, “So beautiful.”

She giggled, music to your ears, and pushed you onto your back again, moving to straddle you. She sat up in your lap, shaking her head so her fluffy blonde locks fell around her shoulders. She stretched her arms up above her, the bottom of her tank top riding up on her waist, showing her toned stomach. You let your thumbs run along her skin, smiling when she shivered from being tickled.

“You’re so pretty ‘Brina.” You complimented, staring up at her while she tied her hair back, “I’m so lucky.”

She hummed again, looking down at you with a smirk. She seemed to look you up and down, like a predator analyzing its prey, before leaning down to peck your lips and get out of bed. She headed towards the bathroom, a subtle sway in her hips as she walked. Once she reached the door, she turned to look at you with a seductive gaze.

“I hate showering alone, you know.” She said, her voice sultry and sweet, “Why don’t you join me, hm?”

You had never gotten out of that bed faster.

——Time Skip——

You hummed along to the song playing in your headphones, tapping your foot on the ground while you worked.

Sabrina had left around four or five hours ago for her show that night, so you’ve just been lounging around and doing work on your laptop ever since. You were currently crisscrossed on the couch in one of the dressing room trailers, snuggled up in one of your girlfriends over sized hoodies, that fit you like a normal one should, whilst working on your new book.

Being a writer wasn’t easy, especially since Ai has come out and most platforms can write a whole movie in twenty minutes, but you feel you have done a good job of keeping up with your practice. Sabrina was also a huge help to you, with making sure you didn’t loose confidence while encouraging you the best she could. She was the light you needed during the writers strike a couple months back, and it definitely helped keep you on your feet when she advocated for you online.

“Boy it’s not that complicated…” You mumble-sang along to the music in your headphones, completely oblivious to the frantic knocking on the trailer door.

“Y/N!!” The door burst open, the lock flying across the floor, “What the hell are you doing?!”

You jumped, practically throwing your water bottle across the room. You turned to see Alicia, one of Sabrina’s managers, standing there with a glare on her face.

“Hi Alicia.” You said, pulling your headphones down to your neck, “Why’d you bust ma’ lock?”

“This is no time for jokes.” She seethed, grabbing your laptop and slamming on the counter, making hair products fly everywhere, “You’re needed!”

You winced at her tone, pouting at the most likely deleted draft you were just working on, “Needed for what?”

“SABRINA!!” Alicia yelled, grabbing you by the hand and yanking you out of the trailer, “Good GOD Y/N everyone has been looking for you for the past hour. She’s lost her ever loving mind and no one can calm her down!”

You gulped, knowing that when your girlfriend loses her “ever loving mind” that it’s not a great idea to be in the same room as her. Last time that anyone was in the same vicinity was a nightmare, poor boy almost lost his fingers.

“She’s been rampaging all through the stadium since she finished rehearsing, shouting about who knows what, and she’s set to perform in an hour!”

“Heh…what happened f’her to be so mad?” You questioned, sliding into the seat next to her on the golf cart.

“Who the hell knows.” She growled, shoving the key into the ignition, “I just need someone to calm her down before she goes on stage, but her mom isn’t here yet and her sisters have had zero success so you’re my next option.”

She slammed her foot on the gas, throwing you back in your seat. Soon, the two of you arrived at the back end of the stadium the show was at for the night, greeting security briefly before Alicia dragged you inside.

“She’s in the break room.” She stated, hurrying down the hall, “Been there for the past half hour losing her mind.”

“Has she harmed anyone yet?” You asked, trying to keep up with Alicia’s brisk pace.

“Physically? No. Emotionally? Probably over half the crew.”

You winced, narrowing your eyes as you approached the break room. You could hear yelling, definitely the voice of your girlfriend, but her words were incoherent through the wooden door.

“I don’t care what you do to get her to relax, I just need her to be ready to perform in an hour.” Alicia said, texting frantically on her phone, “And when I say I don’t care, I truly truly don’t.”

You gave her a look, then patted yourself down and swiped away the invisible lint before grabbing the door knob and turning it. You pushed the door open to reveal, to any normal person, a horrifying sight.

There stood Sabrina, almost as red as a tomato yet still as short as ever, backing a six foot four man into the corner. She had her finger pointed up at him, spewing out angry words and foul language while he cowered in fear. Assistants were sort of scattered around the room, some unphased and tired, others quite scared to even breathe. Her three sisters leaned up against the wall, frankly unbothered, Sarah sipping on a glass of water, Carla picking at her nails, and Shannon seeming to be texting her mom.

You sighed, clearing your throat to get acknowledgement from the room. All of the assistants' eyes snapped to you, and in record time, they cleared themselves of the room, even the extremely tall man. Sarah and Carla followed suit, Sarah giving you a gentle hip bump before leaving, while Shannon paused to place her hand on your shoulder.

“Good luck, you’ll probably need it.” She said, smiling warmly before exiting.

You returned the smile, watching her leave before shutting the door behind her. The room w as silent now, only the sound of heavy breathing filling the space. You played with your hands, unsure of where to start, but by the time you looked up to speak, you were faced with a pair of very angry blue eyes.

“Hi baby.” You said tentatively, giving her an awkward grin.

She didn’t respond.

You gulped.

“I heard you were a little stressed.”

Silence.

“Thought I would come n’ help out.”

More silence.

“The weather is nice today, ain’t it?”

A blood curdling scream exited from Sabrina, causing you to flinch and cover your ears. She picked up a mirror and threw it in your direction, in which you ducked and took cover behind the coffee table.

“Babe, we can talk about this!” You yelled, peering your eyes over the table before ducking back when a stiletto flew your way, “Oh, that’s not cool! I could’ve lost an eye!”

She screamed again, launching a book in your direction. Unfortunately, you were unsuccessful in dodging that, and it caught you in the mouth when you tried to stand up. You stumbled backwards, hands immediately going to your mouth to hold the injured area.

“That didn’t hurt!” Sabrina screeched, moving to take her other heel off.

You tasted blood in your mouth, and that’s when you knew you needed to end this chaos. You rounded the table quickly, reaching out to grab her wrist before she could throw the shoe at you. She struggled and tried to pull away, but you took the heel and tossed it on the ground, pulling your girlfriend to your chest.

“Let go.” She growled, trying to push you away.

“No, you need to calm down.” You murmured, one hand holding onto the back of her head, “And you hit me in the face with a book, this is payback.”

She huffed, wiggling in your arms to get away, but she couldn’t escape your firm grasp. You saw her nails start to dig into her thighs, a way of making you let go so she could get her way, but you just took her hands in yours and pressed your lips to her knuckles.

“Darlin’, what’s got you so riled up?” You asked gently, letting go of her hands and leaning back some to give her space.

She sniffled, refusing to look up at you. You frowned, unsure of her feelings, and took her chin in your hand to tilt her face back.

Even when Sabrina was in tears, she was such a beautiful woman. Her gorgeous blue eyes were bloodshot and red, and her skin was glistening with streaked tears down her cheeks. Her bottom lip was wobbling, and she clearly was on the verge of breaking down in front of you. Something about her crying was genuinely so touching to you, especially because she could never look anything but beautiful.

“Oh babygirl.” You cooed, pulling her back into you again.

She fell into your chest, her arms wrapping around your waist to shove her face into your hoodie. You cradled her head, nuzzling your nose into her hair. She cried, shaking in your hold while you whispered calming words to her.

“Sweet angel, talk to me.” You said, cupping her cheek, “What’s wrong?”

“I…I thought you weren't gonna come..” She whimpered, clutching onto you, “Cause you said you’d be here at rehearsal and t-then you didn’t answer any of my calls..”

Your heart sank, a dreadful feeling in your stomach. You completely forgot about attending her rehearsal and chilling around after, and you had gotten so caught up in your writing you lost track of the fact you had promised to be there for your girl.

“Oh Sab, I’m so sorry baby.” You said, stroking her hair, “I was so caught up with work that I forgot.”

She sniffled, nodding her acknowledgment, “It’s okay, I just thought you weren’t gonna show.”

“Of course I would show honey, I love to see you perform.” You replied, pressing a kiss to her temple, “I’d never miss my hot stuff showin’ off.”

She giggled wetly, pinching your stomach playfully while you chuckled. You tilted her face back up to you, smiling warmly at your girlfriend. She hummed, eyes flickering down to your lips before standing on her tiptoes to kiss you.

You sighed, cupping her face to more properly press your lips to hers. She tasted salty, the remnants of her tears still present, but you didn’t care one bit.

“I’m sorry.” She murmured, caressing your cheek, “For throwing things at you.”

“Not sorry for hittin’ me with a book?” You teased, nuzzling your nose against hers.

She frowned up at you, letting her thumb run over your split lip, “No, but I am sorry you bled.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arm around her shoulder and settling your chin atop her head. She snuggled into your neck, wound tight around your waist for comfort. You both stood there, swaying gently back and forth.

“I can cancel the show.” Sabrina said after a while, picking lint off of your shirt, “So I can make it up to you.”

“Your fans are so excited to see you darlin’, you should perform tonight.” You replied, stroking her hair gently.

“But what about-.”

You shushed her, pressing a light kiss to her forehead, “Do the show babe, I wanna watch anyways.”

She smiled, your heart fluttering in response, and hurried to gather her heels. Once she got them both on, she grabbed her mic pack and came back over to you.

“Once the show is over, I promise I’ll repay you.” She said firmly, leaning up to kiss your cheek, “You can wait for me in my dressing room after I finish.”

“Okay beaut’, I’ll be there.” You hummed, giving her ass a slap as you both walked to the door.

She froze, turning to you with a devious look, “If you do that again I’m gonna bend you over that damn couch.”

You gulped, grinning goofily, “Oops?”

Sabrina giggled, patting your forearm gently before walking out of the room. You watched her go, sighing softly before hurrying to follow her to the stage.

What nonsense you have gotten yourself into.

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I whip my hair back n forth i whip my hair back n forth~

don’t think i’ll do a new tag list for awhile, i’ll just let the post be itself

happy to be back <3

[solar4seekstron]

TfKnightverse!Mirage x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot: A Human

Part 2

Part 1

TW/Tags: fluff, reader and mirage are so lovely dovy, couple goals, poor Noah man, angst, heavy angst, my god you will hurt, Optimus prime and reader are basically siblings, death, that should be all.

Note: As always I hope you all enjoyed this. You all have been requesting for this so I hope it was worth the wait. I love my big blue silly robot and I love him so damn much. As always a repost is appreciated and hope to hear you guys enjoyed this!!!!!

After a few days and taking the plane to a certain land.

Eventually meeting the Maximals and the people they have grown to trust over the many years. Over the time Noah only continued to feel like as if he’s your and Mirages kid. Always stuck with his parents if they’re either arguing ueing, being lovey dovy, or really just any conversation you two have.

As time carries on you can tell the stress getting to Optimus. You at times comforted him. Even when Bee offlined you made sure to be there for him. Mirage and Arcee doing the same. In their own way.

You’d eventually get along with Noah. Whom seemed to like you more then mirage in some ways. Even teasing Mirage every now and then.

When the autobots stayed the night at a villagers home. Noah and the other human Elena staying in these little “houses”. You and mirage together as you both watched the sunset.

Eventually some time before sunrise. Mirage woke you up. You both drive deep in the forest quietly in order to not wake up the others.

Once far enough you both transformed.

“Mirage if there a reason you woke me up before dawn?” You whispered. Just in case.

“Why not? Me and you barely had time babe.” His cervos gently grabbing yours as he stands on a close. Gently stepping up as he tried to stand at the same height as you. “Now baby I know our little adventure with humans hasn’t been easy-“

You just stared at him with a small smile and narrowed optics.

“But I promise you! We will make up for all of our missed dates. And …other things.” He flirts. Giving you those optics.

You sighed and placed one of your cervos on the side of his helm. “Mirage.”

“But not to worry babe. When we get that key. And the war ends. We goin places!” He said cheerfully. Making you chuckle as you two embrace each other. Your dermas connecting as you both closed your optics.

After that you both returned only to see Airazor struggling. She was infected- You immediately put your arm infront of Mirage to protect him and placed your other cervo on the handle of your sword.

Optimus comes to protect the female human. Primal coming along to deal with the situation.

From there she flew away. You can see the pain and worry in Primals optics. Mirage then took out his blaster and you took out your swords when Optimus gave his order. Then Nightbird attacked Primal.

You and Mirage were quick to get into battle. You and Nightbird in combat both having similar moves.

After that Primal had to kill Airazor. You and the others didn’t know until you got there after. You and mirage stood together as Noah goes to comfort Elena. You both looking at him with sadness. When mirage reached out to Noah, you put your cervo on his shoulder. Stopping him.

You all then watch as a tower is created from a distance. Almost believing you all have lost. You weren’t doing too well. Sitting on a rock. Mirage then coming to you to comfort you.

He was about to speak until Noah came and spoke.

Primal and Prime spoke. Making a new plan. We still have a chance to stop them!

You and mirage looked at each other with small smiles and nod. Both of you liking the plan. You and mirage both staying close to Noah and Elena as Optimus made his speech.

———————————————————————————

You’d all then make your way to the cliff. You stayed behind with Mirage and the humans before joining the other bots.

“Alright guess I’ll see you after battle babe” he looked at you with his usual smile. Only for it to go away as he saw the sad expression on your face as you stared down at him. With sad optics.

“Mirage..I.”

“Hey hey. We’ll see each other after the battle yeah?”

He gently pulled you down to give you a gentle kiss, Noah and Elena both chuckle and roll their eyes.

“I love you. And you don’t need to save me. Alright sweetspark?”

“…I…Love you too..” you only gave a small smile as he walked to the two as you watched. “He’ll be fine…yeah..he’ll be ok..”

You’d then look at your cervo on the handle of one of your swords. “He’s…Mirage.”

You’d then walk to the others. Joining them in the fight. Giving Mirage one last glance as he walked. After you did so he does the same. An uncertain look in his optics. The blue in his eyes dark:

———————————————————————————

You all ran into battle. Taking out both of your swords and killed everything in your way alongside Optimus. Even showing off some moves along side Optimus.

“Just like old times Prime?” You cut a bot in half by the head.

“Like old time!” He crushed another bot.

You’d then hear tires and looked at where scourge is at the tower. You’d then see- MIRAGE?!

“No no no MIRAGE!!!” A bot was able to punch you. Only for you to cut him in half and continue fighting. From there you kept fighting with primal and prime.

Covering for the others as they did you.

You kept trying to look and watch mirage but the battle was becoming more and more intense.

The fight only carried on. It didn’t seem like things are getting better for mirage up there. You could only keep fighting as primal saved you from being attacked hy one of the bots.

While you were too busy. Mirage and Noah were dealing with their own battle.

Scourge was just about to shoot Noah. Until Mirage got infront of Noah. Taking the hit

“Mirage what are you doing?!”

“Keeping…My promise.” He’s shot once more. Letting out a groan.

“Mirage No! Come on you gotta get up!”

“It’s ok, Noah.” He’s then shot again.

“Hey…tell my love…I love love them…and I’m sorry I couldnt…keep…m-my promise” he’s shot once more.

“Home- Home team.”

“Home Team” from there. Scourge gave the final blow..

Noah was…gone

You were able to hear the shots. Killing another bot with your sword. You felt a horrible pain in your spark. Painful….When your turned you helm and looked at the direction. Your optics widened as everything went in slow motion. Optimus and Primal calling for you as you fell to one knee….

…..:

……

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!”

You ran. Slashing and cutting any bot who wasn’t with you to death as you run past. Trying to get to mirage as you can only see his corpse.

That’s until Optimus tackled you. “I understand your pain but we must carry on our fight!!!! We will avenge him!” You just stared up at him. Breathing heavy as tears continue. You’d then nod. You will have justice for mirage.

And so the fighting carried. Noticing mirages body was gone until you saw Noah’s armor. You aren’t sure if that means he was alive or not.

You could barely think besides trying to get to Scourge.

Eventually Bumblebee you is now alive somehow? Came to help with the battle. Saving you from being covered by bots. You and bee fighting together alongside as you try to make your way to Optimus.

Soon you, bumblebee, and Noah are fighting together as the others stay at the fighting ground. Driving together as you made your way to Optimus.

Helping cover Optimus. Noah close with you as you both shot at the boys coming from every angle.

You were with Noah as Optimus killed Scourge finally giving mirage his vengeance. But then Optimus says he’ll stay to destroy the key…you and everyone else looked at him. Primal poke to prime.

After you spoke “Optimus…I already lost a bot the most important to me. But to lose another! I-I won’t I-I can’t!”

He placed his cervo on your shoulder. “You work with Primal…protect the others..For me…and mirage.”

Your optics are sad but you then nodded.

And from there you drove off with bumblebee. Escaping.

After that. Noah and primal helped save Optimus. The three getting away as you all made your way from the once battle field.

Everyone stopped as took a breather. We won….we won…

Optimus gave his speech. Then you’re all on a plane. You sat next to Optimus. Who kept his cervo on your shoulder as you had your helm down. Tears slowly coming down your cheeks as the others took a well needed nap.

Noah came up in front of you. Taking a knee as he placed his hand ontop of one of your cervos.

“He said….” He struggled with his words as you looked at him. Now looking down at him. “He said he’s sorry that…he couldn’t keep his promise….and that he loves you.” He had a small smile on his lips.

You tried so hard to not cry even more as you wipe yours tears away. “Thank you…Noah.”

———————————————————————————

After some time you were hiding out in Noah’s garage.

Just in your car mode as you watched Noah work on mirages car. After Noah and his friend talked. Mirage then transformerd. Standing up as he has his arms in the air.

Causing the friend to drop his treat from his mouth.

“Yo, Mirage.”

“Yeah! Your boy is back! This dude said I wasn’t even gonna start!” From behind you transformed. Making Mirage hear you.

Turning around. “Baby you’re here!-“ you grabbed him by the waist and pulled him close your dermas against his. “I thought I lost you!!”

“HOLD UP! You got another one in here!”

“Haha Yeap!”

“I thought so too babe!” You both held into each others embrace as you looked at Noah. “Thank you Noah”

“Heh yeah no prob. Always there for a…friend” you and Mirage started kisses each other once more. It soon becoming a full on make out session as the two humans watch.

“Should we uhh…”

“Um guys y’all know this is my garage….right?….guys??”

In between kisses mirage spoke “Sorry Noah. Mmm Uh you guys should probably leave.” You and mirage were now on the floor. Mirage on top as he used his arms to support himself. “It’s about to get busy up in here!” As you both resumed. Noah and his friend ran upstairs. “Yeah I ain’t sticking around for this!” The friend said. “Oh come on!” Noah said running up right after him.

Let’s just say Noah was too scared to go into his own garage for. Good few hours. And also really happy that his mom and lil bro stayed asleep to not hear you two…cuddling.

I promise you Y/N makes it up to Noah. And so does mirage. But I will also say….Y/N and Mirage defiantly made up for all that lost time.

In the comments below sure to let me know your thoughts and if you want a part 3. And as always have a good rest of your day!

[vernons-girl]

hi! i saw ur requests is open 🥹 can i req for a joshua x yn inspired by their song “2 minus 1” wherein they had a rly bad breakup and swore not to see each other again but their hearts says otherwise. the “i cant get u out of my head” line 🤧 so he got drunk, went to yn and confessed he still loves her and asked for a second chance to fix their relationship 🥲 yn all the time is just waiting for him too to come back 🥹 thank you :))

2 minus 1 | hong joshua

TW// alcohol consumption, reference to harsh breakup

angst,happy ending,w.c:0.6

a/n: here you go!! I hope you'll like it <3

Joshua stood outside of your apartment building. The night was cold, but his heart was even colder. He had promised himself he’d never see you again, yet here he was, swaying slightly on his feet, fueled by liquid courage.

It had been 6 months since your breakup. It had been explosive—a tornado of anger, tears, and bitter words. You two had sworn never to cross paths again, but love had a way of defying logic.

Joshua’s breath hitched as he climbed the stairs. He leaned against the handrail as the alcohol he had consumed earlier still had a heavy effect on him. He had drowned his courage in whiskey, hoping it would numb the pain. But it only fueled his determination.

He knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. Seconds stretched into eternity. Then, the door creaked open, revealing your sleepy figure— eyes red-rimmed, hair a tangled mess. You looked like a fallen angel, broken but still beautiful, he thought.

“Joshua,” you whispered, voice barely audible.

He stumbled forward, you stepped aside, keeping your hands to yourself, not knowing if you should reach out for him or not.

So he stepped inside, the warmth of your apartment wrapping around him like a forgotten embrace. The walls held secrets—the laughter, the tears, the whispered promises. Joshua’s heart clenched. He had to fix this.

You closed the door, your gaze never leaving his face. “Why are you here?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice rough from both alcohol and emotion. “I need to talk to you.”

You didn’t respond, just studied him with those haunting eyes. He could see the pain etched into your features—the same pain he had caused.

“I can’t get you out of my head,” he blurted out, the words escaping before he could stop them.

Your gaze softened. “Joshua, we said—”

“I know what we said,” he interrupted. “But my heart doesn’t listen to logic. It’s been months, y/n. Months of waking up alone, reaching for you in bed, only to find emptiness.”

You scoffed “You broke me, Josh. I loved you, and you shattered us. You left me.”

“I was wrong,” Joshua said, his voice raw. “I was a fool. Love isn’t about perfection; it’s about fighting for what matters. And you matter, y/n.”

He leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours. “I was a fool. I thought leaving would fix everything. But all I did was break us further.”

Joshua’s mind raced. He had to make you understand.

“Y/n,” he whispered, “I still love you. I’ve never stopped.”

You looked away, tears threatening to spill. “Why now? Why come back?”

“Because I can’t live without you,” he confessed. “I’ve tried, but every song, every street corner, every damn sunset reminds me of you.”

You took a deep breath, “You hurt me, Josh.”

“I know,” he said, his voice raw. “But I’m willing to fight for us. Give me a second chance. Let me prove that I’ve changed.”

You hesitated, torn between the past and the fragile hope of a future. “What if you break me again?”

He cupped your face, wiping away a tear. “We’ll find a way to mend,” Joshua promised. “We’ll learn to love the cracks.”

And then, without a second thought, he kissed you—a desperate, hungry kiss that tasted of forgiveness and longing. Your hearts collided, breaking down the walls you had built.

“I’ve been waiting,” you whispered against his lips.

“Me too,” Joshua confessed.

You had your second chance, not at sunrise, but at sunset—a chance to rewrite your story, to turn two minus one into something whole.

And so, in the quiet of the apartment, you began again.

[dontneedadispenser]

Hey y’all! I’m happy to announce the DNAD Valentine’s Week 3! The theme is: 

FLUFF VS ANGST

The dates are February 13th-19th, 2023. To participate, please tag your posts as #dnadvalentines2023. To submit your prompt to either the TEAM FLUFF or TEAM ANGST competition, please add #dnadteamfluff23 and #dnadteamangst23. You can create for both teams / combine prompts / make your own prompts, etc. It’s free game! The teams are to track whether there will be more FLUFF or ANGST this Valentine’s season. 

This prompt week will be SFW and it is dedicated to celebrating all types of love (or angst). This means you can create pieces for characters that are romantic/platonic/familial, etc! OCs, sonas, and self-inserts are welcome! If it’s TF2, it counts! The event will also take place on twitter!

SPECIAL CREDITS TO @truekingpumpkin , @mysteryvhs, @thundah-from-down-undah, and @redwiddershins for providing spot art. 

FOR MOR INFORMATION AND A LIST OF PROMPTS, check below the cut!

The Prompts are as follows:

Monday (13th): DEFEND / SAVE / FOOD or CHOKE / ABANDON / ATTACK

Tuesday (14th): VALENTINE’S DAY / FREE DAY

Wednesday (15th): TRUST / CREATE / SUNRISE or SUNSET / BURN / BETRAY

Thursday (16th): TIL’ DEATH DO US PART

Friday (17th): HONEST / “THANK YOU” or BROKEN PROMISE / JEALOUSY

Saturday (18th): REMEMBER / DREAMS or NIGHTMARES / AMNESIA

Sunday (19th): BLESSED / FLY / FIRST or LAST / RUN / DAMNED

You are also allowed to create your own prompts / make things not related to the prompts! Just submit them via the hashtags. 

You are not required to participate in every day! You can do a couple days, one day, etc. You also can post late art to the event (be it on a different day, or after the week ends). I’ll be sure to follow the tag. If I miss your post and it’s been a few days, please tag me on the post or DM it to me directly on the blog.

OC/Sona/Self insert ships are also allowed. This means OC x OC, OC x CANON and so forth with sonas / self inserts are all appropriate. 

Problematic ships are banned from the event. This includes Sp*Scout, Classic!Heavy / Medic, and so on. If you have questions about a particular ship, please feel free to ask.

For questions about the event, please shoot me an ask or message here or reach out in the Dontneedadiscord TF2 Community. 

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

Okay. Let me just dump this out of my head with love ♥ I'm sure there'd be a lot of spicy entries, so I hope some fluffy ones are welcomed too. I'm in a post care mood lol. - ♝

Concept:

Post being absolutely wrecked by Boba because he loves you so damn much and you feel absolutely heavenly, you're sore and sensitive with so much praise and pleasure. That you've been such a good impact on his life, he can't keep his hands off you even after feeling that post-destroymepls session sensitivity.

He also thinks the pp is cute and proceeds to kiss it and find it adorable how you writhe even at slightest of touch. You also wake up from naps with scribbles on certain parts of your body. Either his name "Boba's", "Boba was here", "mine", "bite at -inserttimehere-', among other things.

Casually makes suggestion of getting your hair cut or set in a way that would best look on how he'll take you out loud and in public. Absolutely no shame in telling you "how a bun suits you when you're sucking him dry" or how "braids make me want to -insertmoredirtytalkinghere-".

Itty bit of somna because hey, waking up only to be dicked own with love is the definition of "good morning". - ♝

LET’S GET NASTY.

tw: smut, Daddy Daimyo kinky, somnophilia, possessive!Boba

PARTY UNDER THE CUT

There is very little left in the galaxy with the power to fascinate Boba Fett, but finding you nearly naked and fast asleep in his bed is certainly an enticing little late night surprise.

The two of you are still getting to know each other - intimately and emotionally. Both of you have developed different mechanisms for keeping others at arm’s length. Boba is dangerous and restrained, you’re prickly and cool.

A graphic, frightening nightmare sent you to his bed one moonless night. Strategizing with Fennec kept him up late and by the time he made it up the stairs to the tower, it was past midnight and you were deeply asleep.

Boba cannot resist running the tips of his fingers up your calf and the back of your thigh. When he reaches the hem of your sleep shift, he feels the soft fabric between his thumb and forefinger before lifting it to expose your soft, round ass.

You stir and he rubs comforting circles in the small of your back. Boba Fett loves a round, dimpled ass and thick thighs. He loves a girl who looks like she could sit comfortably on a Bantha from sunrise to sunset.

He straddles your thighs so he can bend over and knead the flesh of your buttcheeks with both hands. He bites down hard and sucks on each of your meaty cheeks.

You moan softly. Boba loves how pliable you are like this, barely awake and vulnerable. Your sharp wit dulled by exhaustion, your smart mouth bridled by need.

Something must have upset you for you to have invited yourself into his bed. You’re so fierce and intractable, Boba knows that any biddability you’re willing to offer should be generously rewarded. Taming brats, he knows, is just as much about providing a soft place to land as it is a strong disciplinary hand.

You blink and begin to wake. Boba Fett allows you to turn over onto your back and then leans down to suck on one of your nipples through your sleep shift.

He moves to spread your legs with his knees and pushes the shift up over your breasts so that he can more thoroughly enjoy them with his mouth and hands.

You’re still hazy with sleep and settle into the pillow. Boba continues gently playing with your nipples until you reach out to take one of his hands in yours. He rubs your palm with his thumb and kisses the inside of your wrist.

You’re so drowsy and he doesn’t want to do too much to disturb you, but the feel of your warm skin, your soft breasts, your thighs - he’s not inclined to deny himself an opportunity to enjoy you.

You come to when you feel him sitting up between your legs and rubbing his hands up and down the tops of your thighs. You reach out for him and he guides your arms around his neck. His lips find your and he squeezes your thighs as he kisses you.

When Boba Fett enters you, it stings as he fills you up and you suck in air between your teeth. The two of you don’t yet know each other’s bodies, and he stills inside you. He knows how thick he is and cradles your face in his hand while he pets your hair. He speaks softly to you in Mando’a.

The two of you have softened to each other since first meeting, but intimate experiences together are still novel and Boba knows that you need him to be kind and reassuring. You’ve allowed yourself to be vulnerable and he knows what that means, given your thorny nature.

He moves slowly inside of you, still whispering encouragement in Mando’a between kisses. You thread your fingers in his and he braces your hands above your head.

Your encourage him with gasps and moans and he finds himself thrusting into you in time with your breathing. You wrap your legs around him so that his hard cock can push deeper into you.

He nips gently at your neck and then bites down hard on your shoulder when he feels you spams around him. You’ll have bruises in the morning to show for all of this - he’ll make sure of it.

Boba pulls out of you and you whine at the sudden loss of the feeling of him so close to you. He shushes you reassuringly and guides you onto your belly. He pulls your hips upward and you feel the head of his cock pushing into you from behind.

You arch your back, giving him full access to you and he takes advantage gratefully. He kneads your ass as he thrusts into you. His fingers are bruising and you whimper and keen.

Boba reaches down and takes your hand, guiding it between your legs. “Touch yourself, mesh’la,” he says in a voice husky with pleasure. You do as you’re told and soon you’re both moaning as he pounds into you.

You climax hard as he grinds his cock into you He swears in Mando’a as he cums inside of you. He remains inside of you afterwards, running his fingertips up and down your spine. When he finally pulls out, he lays down next to you and pulls you tightly into him, spooning you and biting down on your shoulder.

You wake up with your head on his chest and your leg thrown over his waist. Boba kisses your forehead and pulls you closer.

You slide your way down his body, intending to pay him back for waking you up to make love to you by going down on him. Your hands find his erect member and you begin stroking him.

His fingers fist your hair and the firm grip on your scalp makes you gasp. His other hand pushes your hair out do your face.

“Mesh’la, your long hair is beautiful but I want to watch you take me into you mouth.”

You reach for a ribbon on the bedside table and twirl your hair into a messy bun.

He grips the bun as he cums down your throat and then pulls you by that same bun up to his chest so he can hold you.

Okay, so there’s going to end up being a Part 2.

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[tatasoom]

PREVIEW IS PLAYING WITH US [2]

... not actually playing, but fooling SO DAMN HARD. P'Aof is going to destroy our hearts even more this time! Let me tell you secrets of episode 6!

Well, episode 5 made me so emotional invested that I still have a lot to say. However we need to move on (like Day with his feelings for August) and prepare ourselves for episode 6. I needed to rewatch all materials many times to find some evidence, because everything seemed pretty obvious (running), but when I found what I found... Fasten your seatbelts, my friends.

As we already know next episode will be about Day starting training after P'On's visit. Let me take a moment to say that I'm so happy for this man: it seems he's dating that girl from Tinder yay!!

Just one little disclaimer: this time I don't have enough material for proper timing predictions, so I just give you a bunch of random situations.

1: August visiting Day

It's Converse vs Vans, haha! We'll see August who came to visit Day. Mhok is trying to be protective, but let's be realistic he doesn't have any rights to decide whether August can come in or not. That's why August will see Day. It'll happen definitely after that P'On's invitation to enjoy running race next month. Mhok will bring Day's sneakers. Just to end up having August near again, ah...

2: Wanna have a dinner?

This is the most exciting part of the preview. They will spent this day with August, three of them with Mhok being a third wheel (I have a theory that it's P'On who invited August to join running race, don't ask me why, I will be happy to be wrong...) However later, when it's dark outside and there're just two of them again, Mhok is definitely trying to ask Day for a date. Even though they both know that there's another guy who Day have feelings for. Maybe it turned out that those feelings aren't there anymore? Interesting!

3. Happiness or sadness?

I know everyone is waiting for these scenes with sunset (or sunrise?) and Day and Mhok being extremely close to each other and Mhok placing his hands on Day's hands looking with those loving eyes like Day is the most beautiful form of sun in the sky and who even cares about those sunsets and sunrises... But there's something tricky!

First of all Mhok will give Day something like... vitamins? Or maybe it's medicine for... for what? Also it can be that pill for someone with a hangover haha.

Now you can ask me why the **** I ended such a beautiful compilation with P'Aof teaching Jimmy smoking like a pro. I also have a question: why rehearsing smoking in this clothing at night if everything was so sweet and Mhok is trying to quite smoking because of Day? Last time we've seen Mhok smoking was like... 4 episodes ago? And he didn't take that cigarette even being nervous about Day and August's date. What if something went wrong after such a wonderful scenery?..

Also I need to mention this:

So maybe after Phojai's words Mhok decided to tell Day something more?.. So many questions.

4. Turning point

They're gonna spoil us with another wholesome moment of Mhok giving Day something that makes Day shine brighter than the sun.

And then I've noticed something.

Same T-shirt. Brown hoodie from another part of this episode. Coincidence? I think this word isn't about P'Aof's style.

Yes, next episode we'll face heart wrenching scene of Day discovering he's gonna lose his vision completely. Maybe it will be the last part of the episode or even the end of it. That's why I was so afraid of writing this prediction, I just... I just don't want this scene to come, but it's already episode 6 and we have this information about 180 days after all... Huh, that's hard.

5. Bonus with Night

Do you remember this flashback scene where Day came home after discovering he's visually impaired now? Asking mom not to tell anyone what happened to him.

What we haven't seen yet is THIS:

Day thinks that Night is fooling him and everyone around. In Day's head Night is trying to take everything from his younger brother. Day's memory keeps that scene with mother, but without Night. It's time to have a look at Night's truth. Don't you think he looks extremely upset, worried, maybe feeling guilty? What happened before that car accident, Night? What did you do?

That's all for this episode. I know that there're a lot of small things like reading that "Last Twilight" book or another running training that should happen too. Let's enjoy it on Friday without thinking too much.

I also have some words for Day and Mhok developing feelings. It seems they're both not each other's type. I mean they both used to love others on their own terms.

Day likes to dress up, to look cool and it's really important for him that his crush is also looks good. Mhok don't like to be 24/7 with a person he likes and prefer showing his attraction by fixing different things. Already noticed? This time Day is developing feelings for someone he can barely see and moreover who can see Day in his worst - clumsy, dirty and even naked (okay, it's not the worst, but it's embarrassing as hell). This time Mhok fell for a person who he need to spend all his time with and he can't fix Day's eyes no matter how good technician he is.

It's hard to be in love as an adult. Sometimes it's not about love at first sight, not about same favorite songs, not about similar social status. It's a deep bonding with care and respect. And I want for Day and Mhok to be able to tell each other 'I love you' on daily basis without shame or hesitation, without fear❤️

Thank you sososo much for reading. I tried this investigation to be as short as possible, but it turned out we still have a lot of bread crumbs. Of course there's a chance I'm wrong and have crazy theories at 3 AM while writing the main part of this investigation. And what if I'm not? Friday is coming!

[megamattzx]

Vegeta Jr was standing over Goku Jr now, with Goku Jr snarling him. “What are you waiting for Vegeta!?” he growled and it was easy to hear the rage in his voice. “Do it! Finish what the hell you started!” he pointed at his chest giving a clear indication that he thought the Vegeta was seeking vengeance “I'm right here! Finish me off!”

Vegeta Jr couldn't help but have his eyes widened as memories began to swarm of Aria. Not only did he realize that he was being lied to about what happened to her. He also realized that he was being consumed by his rage and pain. Just like how Goku Jr was being consumed by his own. Through exhausted pants, Vegeta Jr slowly looked at his hand as he thought about it more and more. “This isn't who we are Goku…” he finally said before letting him go and just walking a few feet away before sitting in town. They were both hurting. Both of them were in pain. And they were both being consumed by it.

Goku Jr got up again, growling even further as he continued on. “What the hell are you doing!?” the Clone and Son of Goku demanded. “You've won! Take your damn Revenge!”

Vegeta Jr didn't even look at it before he took a deep breath. “There's no winners with Revenge Kaka,” was all he could say. Causing both of them to be silent for a little bit. “It won't bring Aria or Celia back… And you know that….” he added slowly after a few minutes. Causing both of them to be silent for a little bit. Minutes perhaps even.

The two just sat there, not a single word spoken as this happened. The two completely reflecting everything is it all went on. Everything that led to this moment. The silence actually made it far worse than either of them could have imagined. Goku Jr time again to look at the stars and his eyes wide and more. He saw those still shining bright and perfectly aligned in ways that made the balance of the universe seem so simple when it wasn't. He could hear her laughter and her voice echoing in his mind. Of course it was all just a distant memory now. “The stars are beautiful tonight, are they Goku?” he heard Celia’s voice in his mind say, like a memory he tried to bury along with the rest of her. “I wish every night was like this.” he remembered her say as well before taking a deep breath and finally speaking.

“The last time I ever enjoyed a view of either the Stars, a sunrise or even a sunset,” Goku Jr then began to speak again as he slowly but surely reflected on everything. “It was when I was with her…. I've carried this pain for so long… that it became everything I knew…. And I was slowly becoming someone I wasn't….”

Vegeta Jr listened carefully. He could hear the vulnerability and regret in his friend's voice. He could tell just how lost and confused he was. They had both been lost to the point where they lost themselves into their own darkness. “When I lost Aria, I felt the same way,” Vegeta Jr confessed. Clear pain and regret were heard in his voice when he said that and he noticed his friend looking at him now. A pained expression on his face when they shared a look towards each other.

“Did that pain ever eventually go away, Vegeta?” Goku Jr asked Vegeta Jr with a genuine tone. Clear desperation of wanting the answers regardless of what they were.

“No Goku…” Vegeta Jr answered truthfully. Taking a deep breath before continuing though. “But one thing I've learned is that pain doesn't have to define us. In time, I've learned that there's something far more powerful than pain…. The love that we had for each other… That's what you need to hold on to, Goku.” seeing his friend look down a bit he then gave a reassuring smile before speaking softer to let him know that he was still there. “Celia may be gone, Goku, but the love you two had for each other is still there. Don't let it die by turning it into hate.”

It was at that point strange light began to overlap the stars and the night sky before the two began to look at the sunrise. Like a light, purging the darkness and extinguishing it in every way. And shadows being there to guide those to the light. Goku Jr stared at the sunrise a bit before taking the time to think about everything. Tears began to fall from his eyes as he slowly but surely whispered to himself. “The light shines…” he whispered softly, his voice barely audible as he felt the memories coming back to him. “Even when your star is gone….”

[slamminslamminmcgill]

My two main mike ideas include fucking him in the car or at least sucking him off while keeping watch on someone orrrr reader forgets he asked mike over to his house to help with something and is fingering himself and mike catches him (but the reader doesn’t stop cause he always wanted mike to take what’s his)

OOOO both good ideas :3 im prolly gonna do smth w/ both eventualleigh but imma do the second one for now

can’t believe y’all are getting me mikepilled 😵‍💫

anatomical terms: pussy/cunt/hole, (t-)dick

“hey mike can u come over tomorrow morning? :)”

“K”

To be fair, there probably should’ve been more details exchanged on both sides. A simple time check would’ve saved you from the awkwardness that fate had prescribed you.

For you, morning meant 10AM at the earliest. Having anything to do before 10AM was practically a human rights violation.

For Mike, morning started at 5AM. Always an early riser. Maybe old people were solar powered. Maybe they were up from sunrise to sunset to make sure they got a full charge. That’s the only explanation you could think of. Who the hell gets up at the crack of dawn recreationally?

Mike does.

And apparently, your dick does too.

Classic testosterone. Male puberty may have started late for you, but it came out the gate swinging. It had to make up for lost time.

You woke up at 8:30AM to your junk needing attention, t-dick puffed up and ready to go, hole leaking, practically crying for fulfillment. You looked at the time. Meh, you could make it work. After all, self care is important, right?

Mike thought he was being generous by coming over at 9AM. Surely any self-respecting individual would be up and on with their day by then. He knocked on your door and waited for you to answer him.

Nothing.

He knocked again, harder this time.

Nothing.

Of course, he thought as he rolled his eyes and dug in his pocket. He pulled out a key ring and flipped through all of the illicit keys he had made. One, two, three, there’s yours. He breached your front door and stepped inside. Once inside, he made his way toward your bedroom, figuring you were asleep at best, dead or missing at worst.

He did not figure that he’d come across your bedroom door wide open, nor did he expect to see you half naked on the bed with your legs spread. Your eyes were sewn shut; your back was arched; and, most damning of all, you were 2 knuckles deep in your own pussy, writhing and whining as you got yourself off. Evidently, the day didn’t start until you finished.

Mike was unfazed, blunt and succinct in his message to you. “I can come back later if you want.”

You screamed and yanked the blanket over your shame, as if that would somehow erase what he saw. Staring like a deer in the headlights, chest rising and falling as you hyperventilated, you scrambled to pluck a response from your overcrowded mind. You ended up with “How… how did you get in here?!”

“That’s not important,” Mike replied, “Now, do you wanna get dressed or do you wanna finish up and I’ll come back later?”

As the brainfog cleared, a revelation came through. You wanted something else. You stuttered, “I… I want…” and shirked the blanket off you, “I want you, Mike. Please…”

“No, you don’t,” He sighed, “I guess I’ll come back later when you’ve got your head on straight,” and turned to leave, “Noon work for you?”

Noon most certainly did not work for you. You called out to stop him. “No, wait!”

Mike stopped and looked back over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at you. “What?”

You dragged your hand down to where it once was, spreading your lips apart with your fingers, hoping to entice him inside. “I-I’m serious, Mike. I want you. Please…”

Mike turned around fully. He hated that he was considering this, but he loved the sight of you even more. On display, begging for him, and a not insignificant wet spot on the sheets below your butt. He trudged across the room until he landed at your side. Your heart was racing. Your cunt and dick were dripping and throbbing. Your face was probably somewhere between excitement and desperation. He rested his hand atop yours, and took a deep breath before sneaking his fingers inside you.

“Fine.”

[agathas-megacoven]

Bauklötze is such an amazing song. It can be interpreted as if it’s about Eren, everything he lost when the wall fell and what he became because of it.

But recently, when looking at both contexts in which it was used, I think it can also be interpreted as a giant metaphor for the true Survey Corps but especially Levi and his heart. The first time it was used was when the original Squad Levi, especially Petra from what I can remember, was begging Eren to trust in them. Eren does and it all goes tragically wrong and Levi’s looses some of his most beloved companions.

The next time we hear it, it’s Hange’s outro song. She wants Levi and co. to trust her decision to buy them enough time and this time, it goes tragically right. She succeeds but she dies in the process - and she’s the last of Levi’s most beloved companions from a time the rest of them can’t remember.

“I like playing with blocks, I build carefully with bricks. Take a look at my empty box of bricks.” A wall has been built, slowly, purposefully, around someone’s heart. “You innocently break my wall down with dirty hands.” Despite how distant Levi tries to be because of previous loss, he can’t help letting people in and he cares deeply despite the inevitable pain. The dirty hands bit - the lyric also really fits with Bert being an innocent kid with blood on his hands, but there’s also Levi with his comrades, soldiers covered in dirt and blood and grim and Hange is known to neglect her personal hygiene without Levi’s intervention.

“And that day was a fiery sunset.” In contrast to the breaking of the wall, the day Levi lost Hange in the Anime was a fiery sunrise. “I hide the blocks from you. A sad memory of my childhood.” The loss of his mother, his first loss from what we know, what caused his first wall. He’s hiding the blocks from the broken wall, hiding how much it hurts to lose someone, Isabel, Farlan, his first squad, Erwin, now Hange.

“Is that the destroyer or the creator?” Eren with all manner of things he could do with access to the founder, he’s using it to destroy the world and create a new one for loved ones who don’t want him to commit such a massive atrocity in their names. “With the fervour of hate, we weild our swords. Is that our fate or our will? We’ll fight until the hot wind takes our wings away.” Don’t even get me started on that final line. That’s Hange, through and through. She’s the only one who wears the classic Survey Corps cape in that episode, wings of freedom on the back. It’s the first thing to catch fire from the heat of the wall colossal titans. It’s so damn literal. I can’t help but wonder if Isayama based her outro around this line or if Isayama had any say in what kind of lyrics he wanted in certain songs.

“I don't put anything into the box of bricks. I don't want to lose anything. I hide the toy blocks from you. I carefully build walls of bricks again” he doesn’t want to lose Hange but he’s hiding how much her decision is hurting him so as not to disrupt her bravery or interfere with her choice. He’s so used to rebuilding the walls that keep being broken around his heart. To love is painful and it’s as Hange says when she hugs Mikasa on that rooftop in Shinganshina:

[swissboyhisch]

Something In The Orange

A/N: I probably missed some editing stuff. Grammar isn't my strong suit.

Pairing: Carter Hart x Reader

Summary: Based on "Something in the Orange" by Zach Bryan

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: Sad! I cried while writing this. Death.

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It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, babyThese things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazyBut when you place your head between my collar and jawI don't know much but there's no weight at all

Carter had you wrapped in his arms as the pair of you sways to the non existent music. It was something that had become so normal in the last two years of your relationship. Late night dances in the living room after the game to decompress. Stress from both the game and your work flying away. Leaving you in bliss.

No words shared between. Swaying together, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. Carter’s arms tighten around your body in response. Nothing felt more like home than being in your boyfriend’s arms. Back and forth. Gentle forehead kisses. Just the two of them together.

Right here, right now. Neither of you had any worries. You two vs world. It’s how the pair of you felt whenever you danced in each other’s arms. Carter was the love of your life and he yours. Nothing could pull you two away from each other. 

And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't'Cause if I say I miss you I know that you won'tBut I miss you in the mornings when I see the sunSomething in the orange tells me we're not done

You had shifted to sit in the window seat of your room. Joining Carter in looking out the window. Despite all the wires connecting to your body, you were content with being in his arms. It had been awhile since you had a moment to yourselves. 

It was early in the morning. So early in fact that the sun was yet to rise above the skyline. One by one the stars started to disappear as the sky lightened to a brilliant golden orange. You relaxed a little more when feeling the sun’s rays bathing the two of you in the window. 

“It’s beautiful.”

Carter glanced down at you, noting the weary look on your face. He knew it wasn’t long now. He took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to the back of your head. Pulling you in as close as possible. “Not as beautiful as you, darling.”

“I love you,” You whisper.

“I love you too. So much.”

“It reminds me of your jersey,” You noted as the sky was all orange.

He just chuckled at your words. Making sure to listen to your voice. “You hate our jersey.”

“I may hate the jersey but I like the colour.”

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Carter sat on the porch of your shared house. Watching as the skies turn from blue to orange once more. Despite the house being so full of the people that loved him, he never had felt so alone. Some of his teammates and family were inside the house he shares with you. Well… did share with you. 

Just this morning, you were in his arms watching the very same sun rise above Philadelphia. Still alive and breathing. Reminding him of how much you love him and how proud of him you were. 

Carter just wanted the pain to end as he watched the orange turn to navy blue. The stars alight once more across the sky. No more sunrises or sunsets he’d experience with you by his side. He wouldn’t be coming home to you wearing his jersey and waiting for the late night dance you both shared. No more you.

The sun disappearing once more below the horizon signaled the end of the last day he’d ever have with you by his side.

I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all nightThere's orange dancing in your eyes from bulb lightYour voice only trembles when you try to speakTake me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak

You were waiting for Carter to come home after his win at home, dressed in his jersey and a pair of leggings. Nothing special but you knew it was his favourite look. Seeing his last name on your back was one thing he treasured. Neither of you admitted it but you knew that you’d never have the same last name. 

“I’m home,” You heard Carter call from the entrance hall. He was greeted with the sight of you still sitting on the couch, his jersey looking a little baggier than normal on your body. The trash can beside where you sat told him it had been a rough afternoon. He crouched down and pulled you in gently for a kiss. “Hello sweetheart.”

Without missing a beat, Carter pulled you up from the couch and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and his around your waist. No music like normal, you two swayed alone in the lounge room. Your head rested on his chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. The steady heartbeat of your boyfriend always calmed down your racing thoughts.

“I love you.”

His words made you tear up. Trying so hard to keep the tears at bay you let out some shaky words. “Please don’t.”

“I will,” Carter assured, “I will until my last breath.”

“As will I.”

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Since the start of the new season, Carter tries not to miss a sunset, especially before a game. If he can help it he will sit and watch as the sky turns orange once more. It took him back to those last moments as you watched the sky turn orange together in each other’s arms. It felt like you were with him once more. 

Before such a game like tonight, he wished that you were there. In the stands screaming his name as you wore his jersey that bore both his and your last name. It was only right. If only it had happened that way. 

To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I amWhere the hell am I supposed to go?I poisoned myself againSomething in the orange tells me you're never coming home

Whenever Carter pictured lifting the stanley cup, he never thought about you not being by his side. You were always there. Until you weren’t. Now everything felt numb despite having a shutout in game 7 of the stanley cup final.

Carter doesn’t remember much. More like it was all a blur. From holding the cup to the afterparty with everyone at Travis’ place. Most had passed out around the place by now but Carter found a spot on the deck. He settled in one of the many seats. Eyes to the sky. Dark sky turned orange once more. Orange like his jersey that he wore last night. The sight made him feel something that he hadn’t for a long time. Peace. It washed over his body like the sunlight. 

The young goalie glanced down at his hand, the gold ring glistening in the morning light. Memories of the small ceremony that took place in the bland hospital room flitted through his head. You looked beautiful in the simple white dress despite your frail body. Even though Carter didn’t care, you insisted on wearing a white dress. Both yours and his parents were present. A small intimate ceremony to share your love. Mrs. Hart, something you absolutely adored hearing from him.

The sun faded from orange to light blue. As he shared one last smile with himself before kissing his wedding band and going to find somewhere to crash before round 2 of celebrations. 

“I’ll love you until my last breath.”

If you leave today, I'll just stare at the way The orange touches all things around The grass, trees and dew, how I just hate you Please turn those headlights around Please turn those headlights around

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[supurflufybuny]

The First Interaction...

Tango stretched a little bit in his hidden bunker. It wasn’t drab at all really. There was a lava bath that had a constant stream, multiple different inventions that were made from redstone and things that he stole lines across the walk, even a proper bed that he built! A few other things but xe was chillin. Flame was a very popular theif who stole for fun, for self benefit, and very much for money! Whether people paid him to steal, or he just got money from stealing. It was awesome and the thrill was always unmatched!

Xe had most recently got a letter write on xeir bunker ‘doorstep’ which was honestly a bit weird since xe his this place really well. Flame even had a system set up so that other people could send letters to flame without going to the bunker. How did on someone even get this ‘address’. Whatever. He had looked at it and said he needed to steal from the castle, and he would get paid exponentially for each thing that he stole. Awesome! There was even a place to return the stuff to after stealing so that’s convenient. Most people don’t do that for some reason and try to encode it in riddles. It’s more of a pain than anything 🙄

So that’s why xe was currently stretching. Had to be loose to steal from a place with such high security. Tango put on their stuff for stealing, and went out of the bunker. Putting a mask on cover flame’s entire face. He ran over to the back of the palace quietly and snuck up behind the guards and beat both of their asses as quick and quietly as possible. Using some sharp claw made from metal to scale the walls and get as high up as possible before seeing a window. Yes! Xe didn’t know if it was booby trapped or not so xe just used as much strength as possible to pull it open instead of breaking it. Wow guess it wasn’t locked. Easier than flame thought. He then jumped in and started stealing things putting them in a bag made from shulker magic.

Scott was tired and annoyed, having been dealing with hos council all day. As much as Scott loved his culture, elves were stressful to rule over. Especially when your council doesn't believe the kingdom respects you as ruler because your half fae. It was a pain.

Now with the sunseting just below the horizon however, Scott could finally relax. He had nothing more to worry about in terms of meetings. Elves didn't go out after dark, it's just how the society worked. Sunrise to sunset were working hours, except in the deep winters the frozon kingdom experienced.

Scott pushed open the door to his study, ready to settle down with a book before his dinner. But what surprised him was the cool draft in the room from the open window. *Did I leave the window open...? Surely not.* Scott was confused. Had a servant opened it for some reason. These thoughts took only a couple seconds before Scott noticed the figure in the shadows of his room.

'Who's there? Show yourself.' Scott held up his palm, summoning ice to float in his hands, the air around him noticeably getting colder. The sight would be rather imposing. A six foot elf, with antlers and snowy wings, pale as snow with a fierce expression, sword on his hip. Scott's icy blue eyes boar holes into the shadows of the figure.

Tango was stealing and was noticing how fancy this room was. Castles were pretty fancy and shit but this seemed more than usual. He then noticed a portrait in the room. Yo is this the Prince’s room?! Fucking score of a window! Especially for them not being there. Xe grinned a bit more xeir hair flicking a bit with fire. Going quickly into a closet in the corner stealing a few of the gems it was gilded with. When flame heard someone come in though, flame hid a bit to try and not get caught.

Seeing it was the Prince he figured it would *probably* be better to just reveal himself. I mean how is the prince *not* gunna see? Or at least since guards or some shit. Tango peaked out and…damn the prince looked hot like that. Yah he *was* surrounded by snow and ice basically but it was attractive! Tango packed away the shulker bag where the Prince wouldn’t be able to see it and activated a bit of xeir powers as well.

Slowly stepping out of the shadow, yes Tango was shorter, but not less terrifying. His hair was ignited fully and it was crackling very intensely with fire. Xeir tail as well was propped up and had a lot of fire crackling off of it. The area around Tango had instantly turned very hot and really contrasted the cold coming from the prince. Tango didn’t want all of flame’s powers to be revealed though. Gotta keep some stuff of a secret! A mystery even! So he hid dark black horns and some magic that can come from his back, that isn’t quite wings, but looks like it.

“Hello Princey. I assume you’ve heard of me?” Tango said in a bit of a mischievous voice.

Lol this isn't at all beta read and if it's disjointed it's cause it's an rp.

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[idrisofficial]

i did this for one of my ocs and realized it's really good for character development SO

what's five things they have no trouble telling you, five things they'd tell their friends, and five things they'd rather die than tell anyone who hasn't seriously gained their trust?

for any oc(s) of your choice <3

i was originally gonna do this with evander but considering the fact that i got stuck and it’s been like 3 weeks since you sent this, i’m gonna switch things up and do kori instead :) sooo…..

five things kori would love to tell anyone:

he knows calligraphy. this fact should probably be instead that he knows how to read and write in high idrisian script (this is extremely rare, only idris’s elite are taught), but he forgets that not everybody knows how, so he doesn’t see it as anything special. so he’ll probably tell you that he knows how to craft swirly letters in both low and high idrisian script and he’s damn proud of it.

he prefers swordsmanship over sparring in terms of dueling. again, this is totally out of touch eliteass stuff, but also probably a go-to fun fact for him.

he’s so fucking balls to the wall excited to marry the monarch.

getting his photo taken is his favorite thing in the world. in another life he’s probably a photographer.

he loves the sunrise, but hates the sunset.

five things kori would tell his friends:

he’s been getting homesick in the castle. it just doesn’t feel the same as home, and everyone else seems to be bound together by something he can’t quite grasp.

the more time he spends away from his family, the less he’s sure he’s worth everything they said he was.

he officially knows what it’s like to be drunk now, and it is not as fun as he hoped.

goddamn, he wishes he knew how to kiss.

even though he has two older siblings, he’s always imagined himself as the oldest in his own way. he feels like he embodies the responsibility of the eldest child better than either nova or xanthia.

five things kori would never tell anyone he doesn’t fully trust:

he’s seriously afraid that he’s a colossal fuck-up at nobility. he’s only ever been the son of a wealthy press executive; he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing and deep down he knows that it shows.

he really wishes he had gotten a public education. he’s extraordinarily grateful for his tutors and being able to grow up feeling like the goldenest girl in the world, but he never got the opportunity to make friends on his own and it’s painful now.

he knows nova hates him, although he doesn’t know why. this stings.

every time brinne manages to tell him exactly what she thinks of him with only her eyes, he thinks he might legitimately jump from the roof of the castle.

he has no idea what halcyonism is about. he goes to church and says the right words, reads from all of the scriptures, but he’s baffled at what any of it actually means or is supposed to signify. he feels like he’s missing out on the most important thing there is.

[skyrigel]

7,26,27,32 and 36. ur fave drink except chai? ur fave flowers? do u like sunsets or sunrises more? do u like starry night sky or cloudy and stormy weather? how's your day going?<3 for the ask game

sending ya lots of courage and hugsss Khushi😁

Hi moons <3

7. 5 Female celebrity crushes

Okay okay let's go :

1. Scarlett Johansson ( ykyk )

2. Anushka Shetty ( i just love her )

3. Úrsula corbero

4. Elizabeth Olsen

5. Taylor swift ( I mean have you seen her ?)

26. How are you feeling right now?

Like today was really nice, i spent time with my friend and her mum was so sweet, i even made chai for aunty and it was overall a fun day, so nice I guess ?!

27. Are you an early bird or a night owl?

Both I guess, i can wake up at any hour and my alarm is basically a vibration or something, my human clock is so good that If I want to wake up at 3a.m that I will be up by 2 only...so it goes by my schedule really.

32. What makes you nervous?

Many things, i think I get insecure more than nervous, my heart drops that moment things don't go how I plan them, but future makes me nervous because sometimes I think I will end up like nowhere girls. Or maybe opinions, I don't know why but my opinions are always different and to present them forward makes wanna cry, I just don't want to be alone, loneliness doesn't do for me.

36. Free pass questions

Ur favourite drink except chai

Prob cold water, it's good but don't get mad at me...I been drinking coke way too much lately and I promise I will stop.

Ur fave flowers?

Not a flower fan but lilac are beautiful and also red roses, the reddiest red roses.

Do you like sunsets or sunrise ?

Sunset. Love the way sky goes purple and pink and orange, reminds of new sacred beginnings and bittersweet endings.

Do you like stormy nights or cloudy and stormy weather?

Hard one moons. But if I had to choose i will say cloudy and stormy weather, like listen to exile and drink some black coffee, read tcoptp and life is good.

How's your day going?

Brilliant. As soon as I hear from you it's amazing, i absolutely didn't study and or wrote anything, but damn it was nice, also I went to karni mata ( am sure you have gone too ) yesterday so I will send you photos<333

Ask me questions!

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter Eleven

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: Angst, Worry. 

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone. 

Word Count: ~2.3k

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You had thrown your wards back up but knew that any of the Endless who had been paying the slightest attention, would have picked up on the additional energy signature. They would know that a child of an Endless had been created, and surely would know that it was you who were afflicted. None of the others held relationships. It was all the damning evidence any of the Endless needed to prove your twisted love. The growing life within your womb could wreak havoc and destruction on your way of life. It could alienate you from others, earn you disdain, disgust, worst of all? Disappointment.

But at the same time, it was something you and Morpheus had made out of pure, unadulterated, adoration and reverence. There was nothing twisted in the life that grew within you. No, it was pure and innocent from its parent's sinful love. Regardless of how you felt your station was within the Endless family, they all saw you as a little sister. A little sister who was now pregnant by her older brother. You dropped your face into your hands and let out a strained whimper. Zinnia tried to comfort you in your time of tumultuous and worrying thoughts. 

“Dawn, surely this is not the end as you imagine.” She whispered gently. “You said it yourself upon your creation, you were not made to be a sibling, and you have never acted as one. Can you really call your beautiful love twisted and immoral when there was nothing wrong with it in the first place?” You knew she was correct, but you feared what Morpheus would think. He had been against your relationship in the first place, not wanting to ruin you or take advantage of your innocence. You really needed to speak with him, but first, you had to clean yourself up to a presentable look. 

You were sweaty, had dirt and other garden stains on both your dress and skin, and in all honestly looked to be a complete mess. 

“Would you please have Rosea ready a bath for me?” You asked Zinnia, raising your tired eyes to your faithful companion. She smiled and nodded. 

“Of course, my lady,” She helped you up from the seat you had taken for nearly three days straight. You felt disgusting and needed a deep clean… but not one from a snap of your fingers. No, you needed to pamper and relax your mind. Clear it of the troubles that riddled its vast network and reassure your mind that all would be well. All would be well, you just had to speak with Morpheus. Only he could give you surely lasting reassurance. Your dove fluttered over to your palms and you held her in front of you. 

“I didn’t know that I was made with the ability to procreate, my dove,” You whispered to her. “I— I had never considered that it would be part of my function. I thought I was just here to service humanity… what reason did Mother Night and Father Time have to give me such an ability?” Your dove cooed at you, nuzzling the flesh of your thumb and wrist with her head. She was trying to convey reassurance that your creators had made you to be exactly as you were, and certainly hadn’t made any mistakes in your creation. You brought her up to your face and you touched foreheads, she sent you feelings of hope and peacefulness. Opening your eyes, you gave her a strained smile before letting her take flight once more. 

Making your way towards your bathroom, you found Rosea humming while scurrying about, carrying different towels and bath oils. She glanced at you. 

“I’ve added lavender and dried lemon peel to the water, my lady, tis ready to receive you.” Rosea hummed at you. You nodded and reached for the pins on your shoulders. Releasing them and undoing the belt resting just under your bust, your dress fell to your feet leaving you bare. You couldn’t help but glance down at your unchanged stomach. Within your womb was a little flickering life blooming from the love you shared with Morpheus. Was there really something so wrong with loving Morpheus? You shook your head and settled your mind and gaze at the perfumed bath in front of you. 

You stepped down into the bath and sighed as the hot water washed over your tired and fatigued body. Sinking into the water and finding a comfortable sitting position, you gently rested your hand on your stomach and leaned your head back, trying to let the lavender and lemon envelop your senses and mind. When Rosea returned to your side, she knelt behind you and gathered your hair in her fingers. With gentle hands, Rosea began combing your hair into an untangled state and then ran a cleansing potion that smelled of roses and orange, through your locks. The bath had its desired effect and by the time Rosea was wrapping you up in a robe all you felt was slight nervousness. 

Your handmaidens always knew how to ease your mind and body. Perhaps they knew you better than you knew yourself. 

Sitting at your vanity, Rosea fell into a pattern of brushing your hair while you thought of how you might approach the conversation you needed to have with Morpheus. Perhaps he would merely question you about why your wards had dropped in the first place. Yes, you hoped that he would be curious enough to lead the conversation himself, for you had not one idea how to broach such a topic as him fathering the child currently growing within your womb. By the time Ruta fluttered into your room, a new chiton for you to wear in her arms, your hair had been combed to perfection.

Ruta and Rosea dressed you and fussed over your image, trying to highlight your natural beauty and return you to the picture of nature's absolute perfection. You might have looked like it on the outside, but on the inside, you were shaking with nerves you had never felt before. When you were finally dressed and ready to travel to your galley to request permission to physically travel to The Dreaming, Ruta came to a stop in front of you and gathered your face in her hands. 

“Dawn, if Lord Dream knows what is good for you and himself, he will treat you as you deserve and as we know him. With complete love and reverence as he has displayed for centuries.” Hope glimmered within your essence. Yes, you knew just how much Morpheus loved you, adored you. You had felt it many a time when your essences were joined in complete bliss and eternal rapture. Surely he would never be the cause of any of your pain and anguish. He would never intentionally hurt you. You nodded at Ruta and took a deep breath. It was time to face your fears and hope that everything would turn out well. 

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It was as if Morpheus had expected you to request to travel to his realm for the moment you started speaking your request, he didn’t even let you finish the formal words before welcoming you. It was odd, Morpheus was very by the book and had a deep appreciation for tradition. Perhaps he was unsettled by your brief moment of distress that you had inadvertently allowed to flow when your wards were down. Yes, you would settle on that answer so your anxiety didn’t creep back into your mind. 

Slowly making your way through the village markets, you smiled and waved to the residents to maintain your appearance as a put-together Endless and Lady, there was no reason for them to worry about you, those back in your realm already worried enough about you. So you put on a performance, showing them your usual happy and carefree self that glowed with hope and renewed energy. It wasn’t hard. It just wasn’t as natural as it should have been. Making it to the bridge to the palace, you slowed down in your cheerful walk, the sight of it solidifying the tension within your being. But you had to get this over with, you couldn’t do this alone, and was Morpheus not the being you loved with everything you had?

Hope surged in your veins as your eyes caught sight of the extraordinary sunset behind the palace. Ah yes, your hope was always strongest at this time of day, so with a happy smile on your face, you picked up your pace toward the palace. Gliding into the gilded palace, you quickly made your way to the throne room. You found it to be empty. Odd, perhaps he was in the library… Making your way to Lucienne’s domain, you peek down the aisles and checked all of the tables. He was nowhere to be found, perhaps you would need to use your essence to find him…

“My lady?” You turned in place to see Lucienne peering at you over her spectacles. You smiled at her. 

“Hello, Lucienne, do you, perhaps, know where Morpheus currently is? I wish to speak with him about a sensitive topic he no doubt has questions of his own.” You explained, your fingers twisting together in front of you. Lucienne readjusted her glasses and nodded. 

“I assumed so, Lord Morpheus seemed rather… bothered, by something naught three days past,” Lucienne answered you, and she nodded her chin upwards. “I believe he is at his workshop.” Of course she had taken notice of Morpheus's mood, she had been his raven and probably knew Morpheus better than he himself did. You thanked her and transported yourself just short of the workshop where Morpheus sculpted his Dreams and Nightmares. 

You saw his back, standing majestically against the backdrop of the Ocean of Dreams. You watched him for a moment, trying to convince yourself that you were simply admiring his Endless beauty… but deep within yourself you knew that you were only stalling the inevitable. So you stepped forwards until you were only but a few paces away from him. You knew he sensed you, had known of your presence the moment you appeared within his realm… but he didn’t turn around immediately. No, he left you waiting for a few precious seconds before finally turning his incredible silver-blue gaze on you. You opened your mouth but Morpheus beat you to it. 

“We need to discuss recent events,” His voice was unusually cold, devoid of his usual soothing timbre. You didn’t like it and resisted a flinch. 

“Yes, I believe we do.” You replied evenly, your fingers picking at the skirt of your dress. “Morpheus, I—“

“I felt it,” He interrupted you. “We all did.” Your eyes flickered in uncertainty. All of the Endless now knew of your condition, this was… worrisome. You wished to get your head on your shoulders and speak with Morpheus before the others knew… but of course, it wasn’t to be. You were all interconnected. Pursing your lips, you took a step forwards, not liking the sudden distance you felt between you and your lover. He held a hand up and you physically felt his want for you to remain at bay. You froze in place.

“Morpheus,” You whispered, feeling as if all your fears were coming to light now. “Morpheus, what has happened… I did not think it to be within my design—“

“But you are, Dawn,” You flinched, unable to hide the stinging pain that flashed across your face. When was the last time he had addressed you as something other than my love or my Hope? You couldn’t remember. His eyes were tinged with silver. Warning. “I knew that to give in to such fantasy was wrong, twisted, and it appears that there is physical evidence of our… indiscretions.” His words stung viciously. For Morpheus to paint your love as something so careless, an error, wrongdoing, it hurt so much. It was clear that upon learning that you now carried the physical result of your love, he thought your relationship to be a gross mistake. 

“Why do you believe it to be a mistake?” You whispered, tears gathering along your eyelashes. Morpheus looked away, unable to bear the clear hurt upon your face despite knowing that this was what he wanted, what he had to do. “Morpheus,” 

“You should address me as Dream, sister-mine.” This time, you couldn’t help but rear back as if he had physically struck you. “And I broke my rules for you despite knowing better.” It was like he was twisting knives into your essence on purpose, driving you away, ripping the threads you had woven together in deep intimate connections, apart. 

“You don’t mean to speak those words, I know you don’t,” You uttered, struggling to not collapse under the threatening heartbreak. Morpheus— Dream, harshly scoffed, his eyes growing cold like dying embers of a fire, black and charred, dead from heat and passion.

“What a plot twist you have been, Dawn, but all stories must come to an end.” Those cruel words shattered what little hope you had left, but you stood so frozen in place, your body forgetting to let the gathered tears fall. It was clear that your star, your precious and bright star that had filled you with such life and happiness, burned out. It was clear what Dream’s point of view on your situation was. It was one thing to have you, but to have physical evidence of your love for all to see? No, he was ashamed of his actions, ashamed of your love, ashamed of you. Deep within your body, your precious essence that Mother Night and Father Time had so lovingly woven, ripped at the edge.

 “Is this really what you wish for? After all this time?” You whispered, his gaze didn’t falter. He truly was driving you away, disgusted by what you had you and he had created together. Dream’s silence was more than enough of an answer. “I can see that I am no longer wanted… brother.” The word felt like poison on your tongue, wrong, a misnomer. He was never your brother, he had never been your brother. Need would be your brother. Not you. “I will see myself out.” You disappeared right then and there, leaving behind barren stardust and dead, brittle flower petals.

Date Published: 2/20/23

Last Edit: 2/20/23

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