#i thought my right side was safe. thats. the only safe side i have

[brokenrefraction]

oh my god i think my 4th wisdom tooth is growing out too i might be cooked

[sketchtastrophee]

more old art!! featuring theo and my human harley fan design!! RUN THEODORE RUN (he's cooked)

im gonna talk about chapter 4 under here so only click if ur ok with spoilers! also its a huge yapfest. like HUUGE. i just want to voice my opinions about prototype because i've seen ppl sort of miss the point of what happened at the end of the chapter

I LOVED CHAPTER 4! IT WAS SO COOL!! i was sooo worried but im glad it turned out good. rip pianosaurus tho..

tldr (for the bunch of paragraphs where I talk abt prototype)

prototype being ollie is deranged because it means he was terrorizing the toys of safe haven on purpose for the fun of it when he could have killed them at any time. he also created an extremely close emotional bond with poppy for OVER A DECADE just to tear it all away from her at the end and tell her it was meaningless (he then proceeds to taunt her over the phone abt it). bro is LITERALLY TROLLING

you cant tell me that final scene w the "ive got something special in mind. i prepared it just for you, and this time you'll never want to leave." isnt some tom and jerry shit

ABT PROTOTYPE REVEALING HIMSELF AS OLLIE... (the long explanation)

we ALL knew he was ollie, but i don't think people are seeing the point of this reveal. it wasn't about revealing himself to us the player, it's about the implications that arise from it. he had been playing both sides for 10+ YEARS. that's deranged enough but not even CLOSE to the end of it

as ollie he had emotionally supported poppy in her lowest moments (as heard in the ollie and poppy tape). this tape also insinuates that (at least around the time it was recorded) the two of them called frequently, possibly every night. he wasn't just pretending to be everyone's ally, he was PRETENDING TO BE THEIR CLOSEST FRIEND THAT THEY COULD VENT TO 😭 he heard this poor girl sob into the phone and tell him about how she felt her humanity being taken from her, AND HE KEPT UP THE CHARADE AND COMFORTED HER, KNOWING THIS PATH HAD BAD INTENTIONS

what's worse than all of that, though, is that him being ollie means that at any time in the last 10 years he could have used the persona to force his way into safe haven. AT ANY TIME HE COULD HAVE KILLED THEM ALL. HE COULD SIMPLY USE THE OLLIE VOICE AND ASK THEM TO OPEN THE DOOR. why is this worse, you ask? because HE WAS LITERALLY TERRORIZING THEM ON PURPOSE.

think about the note in the cart/cave area. a toy from safe haven writes that prototype was right outside the door the night before, he'd gotten past the traps and was just tapping on the wall and staring. they said after he was gone they still felt they could hear it. HE IS LITERALLY BEING SCARY ON PURPOSE???? LEGIT TRAUMATIZING THEM AND FOR NO REASON. HE COULD GET IN THERE, HE'S SIMPLY CHOOSING TO MAKE THEIR LIVES HELL

so thats crazy.. BUT ALSO THE ENDING? in the poppy and ollie tape he says "im right here, poppy. for you. i'll always be here." AND AT THE END OF THE GAME, WHEN POPPY ASKS WHAT HE DID WITH OLLIE, HE SAYS THAT. you know what that means? that means he said that shit to her ALL THE TIME. clearly only the two of them would be familiar with the phrase which is why after he said it, she immediately knew he was ollie the whole time

i feel bad for poppy. she ran off but she was valid for that. all her friends from safe haven are dead, the only ones left are the player, kissy and ollie, but she soon realizes that ollie is WORSE than dead. he is LITERALLY HER ENEMY. the thousands of conversations they had, probably hundreds of times she vented and told him her plans and discussed her life with him? ALL FOR NOTHING. any time she thought she was winning the past 10 years was a lie, she was ALWAYS LOSING because he was GETTING ALL THE INFO FROM THEM. she genuinely never had a chance and i think she realized that

in her dialogue you can tell she's grieving ollie (obviously he IS prototype, but i think she's grieving the thought of him). saying "you lied to me" to the prototype of all people is absurd (considering he's done far worse than lie) but when you think about how she feels, it makes sense.

also the part where she said "this isn't right". again, a weird thing to say to him of all people, but if you put yourself in her shoes she's grieving the friend she thought she had, and she's struggling to grapple with the fact that it all meant nothing. somewhere in her mind she believes "ollie" as a personality is there somewhere, because how could someone be that close with you and mean none of it? she thinks that voicing this pain he's inflicted will change his mind, but it won't. and that's why it's genuinely really sad. that's why she asks if there was ever an ollie. i don't think she meant it literally, and i don't think his answer was literal either. she didn't mean "were you a mf named ollie once" she meant it like "was our friendship ever genuine?" which makes his response both heartbreaking and interesting.

so not only is her world shattered now, most of her friends are dead and the one who wasn't turned out to be her opp, but now he's TAUNTING HER OVER THE PHONE AND THREATENING HER. nice one... (loved the quip after she ran off btw. that shit was hilarious. like bro u made her crash out and went "some friend, huh?" YOU CANT SAY THAT BRO)

anyway think of it from her perspective: everyone you knew is gone, and soon the only 2 people that remain will be too. you can't run, or hide, or do anything. he WILL find you, and when he does he'll lock you away FOREVER where NOBODY WILL BE LEFT TO SAVE YOU. I WOULD RUN TOO.............. plus her running off probably led him away so.. she saved us sorta.

ALL THAT TO SAY THAT I REALLY LIKE THE OLLIE REVEAL FOR REASONS FAR BEYOND A SIMPLE TWIST. him being ollie for over a decade raises many many questions, and suggests very dark things.

hes crazy and the fact he did a monologue means he knows he won. he wouldn't have spilled the beans otherwise...

[wileys-russo]

santa's biggest fan II l.williamson

part of the mila-verse and a little belated christmas fic i never finished in time santa's biggest fan II l.williamson "okay mils, time for bed bubba!" you clapped your hands together when the movie finished, the end credits rolling and your wife heaving a sigh of relief as your daughter groaned.

"another one! i'm not tired." the small blonde demanded, curling even more into leah who smiled in amusement, but that dropped the moment you gave her a hard look of warning.

"bubba if you don't go to sleep, santa won't come!" the footballer whistled with a firm nod as mila looked up to her in shock. "he only comes when everyone is sleeping." you back her up with another nod.

"okay lets all go to bed come on!" mila announced, launching herself off the lounge and sprinting off in the direction of yours and leahs room.

"mila babe, mummy and i don't go to sleep yet. remember how we talked about grown up bedtime is different to kid bedtime?" you called after her, footsteps thundering back down the hall as you were grateful you didn't still live in the tiny upstairs apartment you and leah first moved into together years before mila was even a thought.

"then why can't i stay up with you? its a special night, mummy said so! that should mean special rules." mila huffed, bottom lip jutting out into an adorable pout as she stomped her foot.

"it is already an hour past your bedtime little miss, now go on jump into bed and we'll come in and read you a special story. right?" leah chimed in, mila shaking her head and with a resoundingly stubborn no! was off and racing around the house again as you and leah shared a knowing look.

"my love i have a feeling this is going to be a long night."

and safe to say you weren't a betting woman but you were right on the money with that predication.

"is she..." you whispered to your wife as she ever so slowly tip toed back into the living room with a quick nod and you exhaled in relief. "how many stories?" you asked with a slight smile of amusement, opening your arms as the blonde sank down into them with a huff.

"the same one, over and over, seven bloody times. i might just add in the murder of that hungry hungry caterpillar the next fucking time i read it!" leah grumbled into your neck, your body vibrating beneath her with a quiet laughter.

"its not funny! god why are kids like this? first it was that awful baby shark song, then it was that awful show about fruit and friendship or whatever, now its the same awful book on repeat!" leah whined as you merely smiled, hand slipping up her hoodie to scratch your nails gently up and down her back.

"kids just like repetition baby its safe for them, they know they won't be disappointed. almost like a defender i know who has had the same pregame routine for...what is it now? ten? eleven years?" you chuckled, leahs head whipping up to scowl down at you as her taller body hovered over yours.

"that is not the same thing!" she whisper yelled defensively as your smile widened into a grin.

"is too. or should we talk about the rotation of bland beige meals you rotate? our daughter has a more adventurous palette than you, at least she can handle some seasoning and colour!" you teased, poking your tongue out in response to her offended scoff.

"i will have you know-" your hand darted up to cover her mouth with a sharp shut up at her raised tone of voice, peeking your head up to glance over your wifes shoulder, sighing in relief when mila didn't appear.

"you know my girl there is another way you could shut me up thats much more pleasant for both of us." leah smirked once you'd removed your hand, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as you tried to bite back your smile, her arms planting themselves either side of your head.

"is that mistletoe?" leah frowned looking up at the ceiling but the moment you tried to glance up her mouth connected with yours, your fingers pinching her side. "you're unbelievable." you mumbled against her lips with a slight snicker.

"unbelievably sexy? oh baby, how you flatter me." leah gasped sarcastically, once again kissing you quickly before you could reply, settling herself comfortably on top of you as your tongues fought for dominance of the kiss.

but before anyone could win there was an interruption, leah falling off of you in shock and groaning as her back met the floor with a thump.

"i'm not tired and i can't sleep!" mila repeated, stomping her foot with a scowl that was a near mirror image of your wives from where she sat on the floor muttering about her tailbone.

with a deep sigh you sat up, swinging yourself to push off the sofa and scooping up the tiny blonde, settling her on your hip. "well that's too bad mil, it is way past your bedtime!" you carried her back to her room, protests ringing out the entire time.

"story!" the girl demanded as you tucked her back into bed, sighing again and reaching for the book already sat on the bedside table, making yourself comfortable in the armchair by your daughters bed.

"in the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf..."

~

"-then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out and-" "-and he was a beautiful butterfly!" your daughter finished excitedly, clapping her hands and nowhere near close to sleep as you exhaled tiredly and snapped the book shut.

"right i've read this three times now and you're a big girl right bubba? well big girls go to sleep when they're supposed to. so you and gunner-" you paused to adjust the little dinosaur plushie held tightly in your daughters grasp.

"-are going to lay here very quietly together, until you fall asleep. or else no santa! you want santa to come visit right mils?" you ran a hand through her mess of blonde hair as she nodded eagerly.

"mama!" her hand grabbed a fistful of your hoodie as you stood and ducked down to kiss her forehead. "yes baby?" you sighed with a small smile.

"cuddles till i fall asleep? pwease?" the four year old pouted, hitting you with the puppy dog eyes she knew worked like a charm on the pair of you most of the time.

"don't do that mil, you know how to do your L's properly." you warned with a look. "please! please, please, please, please-" mila begged as you sighed, seemingly more tired than she was at this rate and knowing the later she stayed up the later you and leah had to stay up to sort out her presents.

"okay! okay okay. but just for a little while, yeah?" you gave in, gently tugging her hands off you and moving to flick the big light in her room off, leaving only the small red arsenal nightlight illuminating a pathway to her door.

"bubba no-" you tried as you laid down beside her, the four year old climbing basically on top of you, her gunnasaurus plushie squished against your cheek as you exhaled, not bothered for the argument.

one hand moving to tangle in her hair your fingers moved rhythmically against her scalp, feeling her limbs ragdoll as her body became that little bit heavier, her breathing evening out against your collarbone.

you waited a few more minutes until you were sure she was properly asleep before very very carefully moving her back into bed, wincing as you struggled to detatch her arms which seemed to be locked around your neck.

though you didn't make it two steps towards the door before she awoke again, tiredly sitting up and wiping her eyes as you exhaled with a shake of your head.

"mama no! more cuddles." "no more cuddles bubba, time to go to sleep. mama will sit by the door for five minutes until you sleep again, okay?" you bargained quietly, your daughter seeming to accept that with a nod as she sank back down in bed right as you sat down on the floor.

five minutes passed though again as you tried to leave her voice rang out for you to stay and you sank back down to the floor with a frustrated sigh, gently encouraging her to lay down and try to sleep.

ten more minutes and you managed to crawl out of the room without interruption, leaving her door open ajar and returning the living room where your wife was still sat up awake, now bundled beneath a blanket.

"come here." the defender smiled knowingly, moving the blanket and adjusting to give you some room to sit between her legs, patting the sofa encouragingly.

though your ass had barely made contact before it sounded again, now both you and leah groaning quietly.

"mama! mummy! i had a bad dream!"

~

"she's down?" you asked hopefully, now sat comfortably beneath the blanket leah once was, your wife tag teaming to go and lay down with your daughter a half an hour ago, only now emerging.

"for the count." leah confirmed with a tired nod, taking a seat beside you and wiggling beneath the blanket, grabbing your legs and moving them to rest on her lap.

"shit its nearly midnight!" leah realised with a huff, tapping her phone and seeing the time as you hummed, your head resting on her shoulder. "she's a night owl like her mummy!" you teased, patting leahs chest who flicked your ear playfully.

"god i love this movie." you hummed happily, the two of you having been watching bits and pieces of the holiday as you took turns popping in and out of your daughters bedroom to try and get her to succumb to sleep so the pair of you could play santa.

and as your movie finished and there'd been no sight of mila for at least forty minutes now, you readied yourself to do just that, the presents all neatly stacked in your bedroom as leah counted quietly to make sure everything was accounted for.

"-so the bike stays here from us, and the new predator boots go out from santa." leah rolled her eyes at that making you grin, alessia having insisted her goddaughter grew up on predators boots instead of phantoms, something which had driven leah up the wall from the very moment the topic was raised, both you and your best friend adidas athletes while she was with nike.

"i'll go check she's asleep and grab the stocking off her bed, mrs claus." you winked, stealing a kiss from the grumpy blonde whose eyes rolled.

you'd grown up doing christmas a little differently from your wife, the stocking always sat on the foot of your bed rather than hung in the living room, a tradition you'd carried on through your daughter much to leahs protests it made everything ten times harder.

and tonight unfortunately, you were about to find out she was very very right.

you ever so carefully pushed open your daughters door, sticking your head in and surveying the room. "santa?" you heard a tired voice call out groggily, quickly pulling your head back and swearing under your breath, waiting by the door for a moment to see if she'd get up.

but it would seem the small blonde was at least half asleep as no footsteps sounded, and you hurried back to the bedroom where leah was nowhere to be seen, found in the living room meticulously organising the presents beneath the tree.

"we've got a problem." you sighed as she looked up with a frown and an eyebrow raised questioningly. "she's awake still? seriously? its nearly two in the morning babe this is ridiculous!" leah whispered as your eyes rolled.

"sort of, she's not quite asleep but she's not fully awake. we could wait a little while longer?" you sighed tiredly, running a hand through your hair as leah pulled a face.

"you and i both know she's not sleeping past five in the morning babe, no matter when she falls asleep, and i need sleep to deal with our families all day!" leah whined, head thumping against the wall.

"what and i don't leah? we'll just wait ten minutes and i'll check again!" you warned, your wife too tired to protest as she nodded, joining you on the lounge a few moments later.

sure enough when you popped your head in a little while later mila appeared to be sleeping, not a peep heard as you waited a few seconds to be sure, though your breath hitched as she tossed and turned suddenly.

"she's restless, i'm worried she'll wake up." you sighed as you returned to your bedroom where leah was waiting. "you're joking yeah? it'll be fine! lets just get it over and done with." the defender scoffed bluntly, trying to stand from the bed as you pushed at her chest and sent her bouncing back down.

"leah. we are not ruining the magic of christmas for our four year old daughter who loves santa." you growled tiredly, giving her a dirty look before disappearing into the en-suite, rummaging around for something.

"well we're also not being held hostage by that four year old for another hour!" your wife growled right back as she popped up in the doorway. "correct. so, time for plan b!" you stood and leahs hardened face fell seeing what you held in your hands.

"oh absolutely the fuck not. i know what you're thinking babe and thats not happening!"

only a few minutes later, it was most definitely happening despite your wives ongoing grumbles and mumbles of protest as you carefully stuck the cotton wool balls to her face.

"this is fucking ridiculous!" leah grunted unhappily, scrunching her nose up as you finished the makeshift beard, the blonde clad in a matching red arsenal tracksuit with a couple of pillows stuffed up her jumper and a white scarf tied around her waist.

"babe i look like a bloody garden gnome not santa!" leah whined as she caught sight of herself in the mirror and winced, a red arsenal beanie with a funnel under it to create somewhat of a makeshift santa hat teetering precariously on her head.

"she won't notice in the dark if she wakes up leah. you'll just crawl in, try not to wake her, get the stocking. we fill it, you crawl in and put it very carefully back, and we're off to bed!" you recounted, shoving her out of your bedroom and toward your daughters.

"go santa go!" you whispered, hand colliding with her ass encouragingly as she jumped in surprise and turned to give you a filthy look.

"oi you better watch it, elf." the blonde pointed menacingly as your eyes rolled, hiding a smile as your wife dropped to her stomach, pushing mila's door open and very carefully commando crawling inside.

you felt as though you couldn't breathe until she returned, a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing as she crawled out again a moment later dragging the stocking with her.

"don't you dare laugh." the older girl muttered, hitting you in the face with the stocking as the air of you hurried to fill it with presents quickly as possible, your breath again stopped as leah began the crawl inside to put it back.

thankfully despite a few tired mumbles and a sleepy roll over that had leah dropping flat to the floor, her mission was successful and a very sudden burst of adrenaline filled her body as she crawled out and ever so carefully pulled the door shut with a soft click.

your own bedroom door closing you squealed as a body hurtled into yours, a few loose cotton balls falling to hit you in the head as your back hit the mattress and your wife hovered over you with a cheeky grin and an all too familiar glint in her eyes.

"now i think santa deserves a little reward for all her hard hard work tonight my darling, don't you?"

[allhopesforlove]

Farewell, my love

Summary: In the midst of a battle, y/n realizes that their only way to victory would be through her sacrifice. Determined with her decision to lead an army of soldiers to the frontlines, there was nothing that could hold her back. Because she was sure that if she continued living on she wouldn’t survive any more of what was blooming between Elain and Azriel.

Pairing: Azriel x reader, Azriel x Elain

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, self-hate (idk tbh pls forgive me)

part 2 part 3

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“Someone has to lead them to the frontline to allow an opening for us.”

Freezing, thats all she felt. Her blood stopped rushing and burning in her veins, no sound and no pounding. Just a serene calm washing over her as she let the wind breeze through her blood and mud smeared hair. Ah, she thought, this is it, this is where it all ends. She was aware. She thought all of them were aware of what would happen to the group taking responsibility to charge full on towards Hybern’s forces. Without a doubt, she decided, she would do it. No second thought. It had to be her.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened her eyes to only see what made her take the decision of bringing an end to all of it herself.

There, in all of the chaos, in all of the war afflicted damage around them, in all the sorrow and pain, in all the helplessness and suffering, there, she only saw those hazel golden eyes. Those eyes she saw before sleeping and waking up when morning came. Those eyes she was mesmerized by, eyes that always managed to take away all the pain in mere seconds, eyes that made the pounding in her head stop, eyes that promised hope.

Though, they were the eyes that never seemed to look at her, lingering at the doe brown eyes of the one he was cradling to his chest.

In all her 458 years of living, only three times she saw his eyes filled with such worry. The first being when Mor was captured. The second being Rhys’ sacrifice to keep Velaris safe from Amarantha’s wrath. And the third, well the third time was the moment he realized that they actually might not be able to win this war. And that he possibly could lose her.

The ringing in her ears stopped and her vision became clear again, as the sight made her decision final, brought her back to the reality they all were facing now.

“Rhys.. are you aware of what you are suggesting right now.. this.. fuck.. this is a whole on suicide mission..”

silence passed through and then in an almost hushed but assertive voice

“I know, Cassian. I am .. god I am aware. However, this is the only way we could outmaneuver them. We are already outnumbered as it is.”

And the warlord knew. Hell, he might be the best strategist his court ever had. With all his experiences over the years as a general of the Night Court, with all his knowledge, he knew that what Rhys was saying may be their only shot at victory. But he was in denial, because it had to be someone amongst them as they barely stood in a circle. All of them carrying wounds of different degree.

He looked over towards Mor’s blood smeared face supporting Emerie with her left arm, as the latter took a deep blow on her right wing. He winced at that as he knew how sacred wings were to them. He felt for Emerie in that moment, but was brought back by a soft voice, he might have not heard if he didn’t focus just enough

“Its just as I have seen… it wasn’t this clear, but, but I think I saw how this will go, which is why I agree with what Rhysand is saying.”

Its not that she was the first person who spoke up after Rhys’s declaration or the thoughts everyone else was too scared of to voice besides Cassian, that surprised y/n. It also wasn’t that Elain saw a vision and didn’t tell a soul about it, well other than besides maybe the one at her side looking at her as if he already knew of this assertion.

No, what surprised y/n was the one second Elain blinked over at her, a mere glance that made y/n’s blood boil again. A second which confirmed that it was obviously her that Elain saw. And what more was that Azriel probably knew, he probably knew and didn’t care to tell her. The shadowsinger did all but not dare to look her in the eyes, strengthening his grip around Elains waist and kicking some imaginary stones on the ground.

It made y/n sure in her decision. It had to be her, with all that was left of her, she had to be the one to do it. She knew it, Elain knew it and, this she wasnt sure of, but Azriel too probably knew it.

Without dwelling too much on what consequences Elains silence on her vision brought to them, Rhys was determined that it had to be him. It was his duty as their High Lord, as the most powerful being in all of Prythian, as a father to his beautiful child, as a devoted man to his only High Lady and as a loyal brother and friend to his circle, to the people of Prythian. Maybe this way, he would finally be able to forgive himself for all that he has and has not done, maybe this way he could finally stop the storm that was still alive inside of him.

With one final decision he looked over his circle, the people who were closest to him, for whose happiness he would even sacrifice himself

“Cassian, you and Amren will go over to Summer’s side, I already informed Thesan. You will lead our men from the right side at my command, after I charge with all the men left at our side-“

“You will what?!” He felt Feyres fury burning through him, “Absolutely not Rhysand, you will do no such thing!”

“Feyre, darling, there is no other way, I love you and I love our son so much that I am willing to pay this price so that all of you can-“

“You can go to hell with all of that bullshit-“

“That was kinda the plan”

“Shut up, this is no time to joke! Tell Thesan we have a change of plan! No one is going to play the sacrificial lamb, we will find another way.”

But there was no other way, y/n was sure of that, as was Elain. As the pair still continued to bicker, y/n glanced over to the shadowsinger, just to, maybe, she didn’t know, but all she ever wanted was for him to see her. Maybe it was a too wishful thought, maybe she was too naive to believe that in her possibly last moments he would finally spare her a glance. Because deep down she already knew that she was undeserving of his attention, undeserving of all his affection and love.

He deserved someone like Elain, someone who even in her darkest moments didn’t break, someone strong like her, someone whose softness and calmness was serenity to his soul. Unlike her own pathetic self waddling around the Shadowsinger to get his attention for decades only to exchange mere friendly gazes and words that she decided she was content with. But still, even for all that she was, she was thankful of one thing.

Loving Azriel.

Even if it plagued her and drove her mad at times, she was thankfuk that she got to love him at least from a distance. That she got to experience all the perfection that is all Azriel. From his soft dimples that appeared when Cassian was being his silly self to his inspiring determination to win a brawl. Or, she remembered, his calming voice that still brought chills to her when thinking of it. She hadn’t really heard what he said to her because all that she was focused on was the way Azriels lips were moving, accompanied by that voice that made all of her being tremble. That made her heart flutter faster and her face a little redder.

Oh, how she loved these little moments she had with him, these few minutes she had him all to herself until someone else got his attention.

In those moments she allowed herself to dream, she made herself believe that Azriel too looked at her with a lovers gaze, lied to her heart that he too wanted her. But reality always hit, whenever it was that Mor, and in recent years, Elain walked into the room. Reality was brutally honest which is why she never dared to take the next step, she knew her place.

Or maybe she was just a coward, because y/n knew, she knew the shadowsinger rejecting her would hurt more than what she had with him now. She’d rather love him from a distance without his knowledge than make a fool of herself and risk never seeing him again.

With one final gaze towards her Shadowsinger, she sighed and finally spoke up:

“It wont be any good to just argue and waste our time. Someone clearly has to do it and to be frank I think it would be the wisest if it was me-“

“y/n no-“

“Please just listen to what I have to say Mor. I have trained for decades with Cassian and the shadowsinger, I know how to lead an army and I know my way with the soldiers. Sending Rhysand, Cassian or really any of you guys there would be the dumbest decision. We need you at the back, the people need you. And besides, we have to be honest with ourselves… all of you, well not all of you, but you have to understand that you all eventually would want to have your own families”

she glanced over at her friends, Emerie and Mor, Cassian, Feyre and Rhys

“a bright future I can see right before my eyes”

and finally at Azriels and Elains direction.

“It would be unfair for me to keep living on when you all have already found the person you want to spend the rest of your lives with and frankly-“

“That doesn’t make you any less deserving of living though.”

There goes her shadowsinger, mindful of others as always. He was scowling and panting as if he was holding off words that suffocated him. This bewildered look on his face made her heart clench but she had to step in before he could say anything more.

So she dared to look him in his eyes and with all her strength she mustered up her coldest stare she had

“You dont get to decide a thing on my life shadowsinger.”

Silence. And then

“You won’t get anywhere by trying to talk me out of it. We are already wasting so much time as it is and I have already made up my mind. I will lead them.”

Azriel wanted to say more, to tell her and convince her that it should not be her, that she still had so much left to do with her life. He remembered a time before the war, before everything, when they sat together after a training session and just talked about anything and everything. They weren’t the closest friends, no, but y/n was someone he trusted and whose company he enjoyed.

On that specific day she told him of how she dreamed of seeing the colbalt blue sea, how she wanted to just spend all day in flower fields and enjoy all the types of flowers Spring had to offer or see the enormous libraries that resided in the Day Court. She wanted to travel all of Prythian and beyond and she told him with such glee that the memory of it almost made him step forward and volunteer to take y/n’s place.

But a squeezing hand pulled him back from his thoughts. He looked down towards his hands and saw a mismatch of two clasping hands. His own scarred ones and Elain’s. His beautiful Elain.

And he remembered all the promises he made her just before this, how he would finally propose to her despite what opinions Rhysand had, how he would give her anything she asked of him.

He looked her in the eyes, although teary, she looked at him as if she was determined. She wouldn’t let him take that step forward, and frankly, he was flattered by her reaction. He finally had someone looking after him and caring for his wellbeing. Although he hadn’t dared to show all of him to her, he was content that Elain accepted him the way he was.

Elain loved him for who he was, well, for those parts she only knew of. But that was enough for him, because thats more than anyone has ever offered him.

He smiled at her and although he didn’t want to look, he turned his head back to y/n’s direction. He saw that she was arguing with the other’s, but a sudden ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing anything that was being said. The only thing he was aware of was his heart thumping faster and faster by the second and suddenly he heard another heartbeat.

It was like everything around him vanished, muffled voices and a blurry vision. And an intense smell of warm floral notes, but it wasn’t Elains, no.

Suddenly all he could feel was a deep rooted longing, similar to the one he had been feeling all those years, and fear. So much fear it nearly made him fall to the ground. He was confused. What was happening to him?

Unbeknownst to him he tightened his grip around Elain’s hand which made her wince

“Azriel are you okay?” Her voice brought him back and he tried to find the words for what has just transpired but Mor’s sudden cry made him look at y/n’s direction again

“Please dont do this y/n, please, I can’t lose you, I can’t lose my sister, someone… just someone please help.”

While Emerie , also with tears in her eyes, tried to calm her, something inside Azriel made him anxious and panic. It felt like those moments where he was on the brink of an anxiety attack, and his heart was racing so fast he felt like he was going to puke.

And this time, when he looked at y/n she was right looking back at him with wide eyes. And there, although small, he could see the first golden fibers of what seemed to be forming into one string connecting him with her.

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Part 2 Part 3

A/n: Ahh this was my first time writing ever 😭 I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, I would love some feedback :) Make sure to tell me if you’d like another part 🫶🏼

[nibwhipdragon]

I was going to make my own post about this then saw this on my dash – OP, you're SO right.

I do still like Jane. In a different way and definitely less than I did before, but I still do like her. She's an interesting and nuanced character like Kenny is and I wish both their lovers and haters recognised that more instead of having a more black and white, "they're perfect" "they're terrible" view. Jane was right, Kenny was unstable and unable to properly care for Clem and AJ – he even brings this up himself – but the stunt she pulled with AJ was absolutely not the way to go about proving that point to Clem. Giving up a newborn's life to get away from walkers would make almost anyone insanely mad. I wouldn't be surprised if other people would have reacted the same as Kenny did in that situation, albeit perhaps less murderous.

And yes, it was a setup to prove a point and she didn't actually do that, but Jane DID still leave AJ in that car on his own in the snowstorm. A walker could've heard him, broken in and eaten him while all of That went down. Or, the more likely outcome, he would've frozen to death. Babies can't regulate their temperature, and it was FREEZING. She could've very easily actually had AJ die to prove a point, and I feel that people don't really recognise that.

Yes, Kenny did do a few fucked up things in season 2, but in that moment I'd say Jane was the insane one.

I really hate how some people act like Kenny was insane for his reaction to the whole AJ ‘dying’ thing in season two as if Jane doesn’t have a history of letting children die and then acting like there was nothing more she could do.

[car-o-line]

Hi, I saw ur headcanons with Doey/Matthew, Kevin and Jack with best friend reader.

can you do hc’s of reader being turned into PJ Pugapillar (their favorite toy) and the boys reaction to it.

my underrated boy needs some love.

pj my pookie, I’m actually happy there’s that theory that mommy longlegs didn’t kill pj because player cheated or smth, he doesn’t deserve to die, but y’all did so where’s the difference

Doey souls with reader turned into PJ-pugapillar

random scientists are green btw

Jack Ayers:

When he was an actual child, he met you when he was touring the factory. You were with one of the scientists while he was visiting the game station, the scientist in question introduced you to the boy.

“Ah, hello there buddy. Having fun? Great, this is Y/n. One of our many orphans who successfully has gotten adopted, isn’t that right Y/n?”

You didn’t expect to see a kid who wasn’t an orphan to this place, so you were a little surprised by his appearance in a place like this.

Jack beamed at the sight of you and waved at you happily and introduced himself to you, you said hello back and tried to do the same but sadly the scientist decided that was enough talking between the both of you and dragged you away from the little kid.

Jack was upset but didn’t mind much, you must’ve been pretty busy going to meet your new adopted parents.

Thats what all the kids thought.

Then he went into the vat room and we all know what happened next.

After being created into Doey for a while Jack eventually got somewhat used to traveling as a large blob of dough, but one day while Matthew was in charge of Doey he came across a vhs tape, placing it into the vcr which had the following script:

“This recording is a check-in on experiment 1399. Subject was recently transferred into the toy known as “Pj-pugapillar,” birth name, Y/n L/n. Subject seems confused and weary whenever scientists go in to do physical studies on them, perhaps it’s just 1399s natural reaction to that sort of stuff. Other than that 1399 seems stable enough to be brought into the Game Station, we thinks it’s the best option for now so Y/n could get a sense of familiarity within the place and their current position-”

The tape ended there, to Matthews dismay. He himself had little to no recollection of who you were. Perhaps it was just fuzzy memories of the past for him, but Jack remembered you. Your name, last name, you said both when you introduced yourself to him, maybe it was just a one sided attachment but Jack some reason felt so comfortable talking with you even if you both just met and it was for a small amount of time.

He was absolutely devastated, not only was Pj one of if not his favorite toy out of Playcare, he also believed you were safe from all this mess. He thought that you went home to a warm and welcoming family. But he guessed wrong apparently.

The whole ordeal made his emotions go out of hand, worse than Kevin even. And while, unlike Kevin who acted out of anger and hatred, Jack started to act out from grief and fear.

It was so bad even Poppy herself got concerned about Doey.

“We need- we need to find them! They’re lonely and hurt! So sorry y/n, so sorry!”

“Doey… do you need to take a break? Who’s Y/n..?”

He wanted to find you badly and tell you everything was going to be okay, but he just didn’t know where to look. Matthew brought up how Pj was always in the game “Statutes” but that was before the Hour of Joy.

Congrats you traumatized Jack a second time, dying and becoming his favorite toy :D

Matthew Hallard:

He thought you were just the sweetest when it was just an “orphanage.”

He’d always compare you and Pj alike, such as : “Oh Y/n, you’re so sneaky just like Pj-pugapillar!”

If you’ve ever asked why he always compared the both of you he always would answer “Because you’re my favorite kid here and Pjs my favorite toy here! It’s like it’s meant to be!” And then he’d stupidly ruffled your hair like if you were an actual pug(you smacked him)

But unfortunately, one day your adoption was announced to most of the orphans in Playcare. Most were saddened but none as more as Matthew, he was sad yes. But he was happy for you, he was happy that you were finally going to get a nice family. One to take care of you and protect you for the rest of your life. Oh how wrong he was.

When the time came for his turn to be tested on, or what was vaguely known as “adoption”, almost all he could think about were what happened to the children before him, Kevin, Quinn, Theodore, Marie, and you.

As Doey became well, himself Matthew declared himself as the leader of the 2 other children, he was the one who understood most of what was going on. He eventually found out what happened to said experiments and who they had belonged to now.

He only found out who you turned to be by a document found near an office near the Prison area. It described all possible subjects that could be the official Pj-pugapillar. And your name was the underlined one, scribbled with red.

He almost dropped his normally calm and collected composure. He told Kevin to take over for a bit(and to behave😐) while he just stared into the dark abyss of whatever consciousness had been left over.

After a while he went back in control and decided that it would be good to ask Poppy if she knew about your whereabouts, or even if you were still in this place.

“P..j? Oh uhh, I’m pretty sure Pjs still at the game station, in statues I’d assume. But, if it were me I’d ask the Player. I’m sure he knows, well. Maybe.”

Disappointed by Poppy’s lack of answer Matthew decided that he’d just go carry on with what his normal duties were. He wants to check the Game Station. He really does. But thinking logically the chance of your survival with no food and no guidance is basically zero.

Maybe one day when both you and him pass on into the actual afterlife, he’ll see you again, as a real kid and not a toy masking itself.

Kevin Barnes:

Not sure if Kevin is actually one to play with the toys in Playcare. But you did, that you did. Basically storing the whole collection of each and every toy Playco has ever brought into its factories walls.

Kevin wasn’t as eager as the other orphans were about your collection, but there was one toy he did really enjoy. Pj-pugapillar. Every time you asked Kevin to play with you the very first words that came out of his mouth were that he was going to be playing with Pj. And if not then he wasn’t going to play toys at all. He’d just make you play tag or hide and seek with him.

So naturally you gladly agreed to his deal, sure you liked Pj but there were other toys you were more fond of.

You both were quite used to this routine and while Kevin would rather play physical games such as soccer, tag, or kickball. He had to admit that playing peacefully with you wasn’t as bad as he thought it would’ve been.

Though, one certain day would make that all come to an end.

He was just waking up and getting ready for the day when he saw one of the caretakers standing in his doorway.

“What?”

“This..might be a tad hard to accept, Kevin.”

“What? Go away if you won’t tell me.”

“Y/n has… Y/n has gotten adopted.”

“Y/n?”

“Yes. Last night to be specific.”

He was pissed ngl.

But unluckily for him, he would soon be announced “sick” by some of the scientists. His other friend, Joseph was concerned about him. But once he expressed his concerns to the scientist, it was too late for both Kevin and you.

After the Hour of Joy some of the only thoughts that Kevin had were either about Matthew and Jack, his hatred towards the factory, and sometimes reminiscing about playing with you.

He learned what happened to you through Matthew, Matthew was the most intelligent out of the 3 boys so he normally is the one to update Jack and Kevin about what happens when they aren’t in control.

So by that logic, it’s only natural for Matthew to sadly inform Kevin of where your, or what’s left of your body was. Pj.

Kevin was furious when he learned about what happened to you, Matthew knew that Kevin and you were somewhat close, but he never knew that Kevin would literally crash tf out about it.

All Jack and Matthew heard for the next few hours after he found out was screaming threats to the facility, because as much as Kevin pretended to find you boring, he adored you just as much(which is a lot)

He was so upset he almost caused destruction to Safe Haven and those who inhabited it. But in the end Kevin was comforted by an innocent Jack who had absolutely NO clue who you were, and a grieving Matthew who quietly but solemnly took charge of Doey.

But it’s fine because Kevin got his anger taken out on Pianosaurus!!😚😚😚

[violetseaslug]

" your lips my lips, apocalypse " ★

₊˚⊹ ⤷ " sleeping soundly with the locket that she gave you clutched in your fist "

₊˚⊹ ⤷ squid game masterlist // my reqs r open!!!

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₊˚⊹ 🕯 synopsis: fem!reader is frustrated w her failing relationship, so she smokes some weed with her bsf no-eul, and things become not so platonic (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)...

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₊˚⊹ 💭 warnings!! recreational drug use, infidelity (between reader and bf, on both sides), i think thats all!

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University was exhausting. Classes dragged on endlessly, upholding friendships felt like a chore and your boyfriend? A complete waste of time. He was inattentive, constantly lying, giving you pathetic excuses about extra shifts. And if you were being honest, he wasn’t even that attractive.

But then there was No-eul.

She was effortless. The kind of person who made even the mundane look beautiful. She worked at the nearby theme park, making barely more than minimum wage, but that never stopped her from spoiling you. Endless surprises, sweet treats, everything you could ever want. If your eyes lingered on something a moment too long, she was getting it for you. If you picked something up to check the price before putting it down, you’d find it in your hands before she waved goodbye at your doorstep, waiting to watch you go inside.

No-eul was your constant, your safe place. If the world was crumbling around you, you’d still trust her to keep you standing.

Tonight, the two of you sat in the bathtub—not for a bath, but because it was the only place where you could sit close, undisturbed, in the small apartment. The tub was empty, both of you fully clothed, your legs intertwined lazily. The air was thick with the scent of weed and something heavy.

You took a slow drag of the blunt between your fingers, holding it in for a moment before exhaling through your nose. No-eul watched you from the opposite end of the tub, her vision hazy but focused solely on you. She knew she shouldn't be staring, but she didn’t care. The world blurred at the edges, and the only thing she wanted to see clearly was you.

Another breath, another exhale, and you finally let the words spill.

“I feel like I’m waiting for something that’ll never happen,” you muttered, voice laced with frustration. “like, every time i think I have the courage to leave, I just... don’t. I don’t even love him. I don’t think I ever did.”

No-Eul let out a quiet chuckle, the sound vibrating softly between you. She tipped her head back against the porcelain, rolling the blunt between her fingers before bringing it to her lips.

"You know you don’t have to stay, right?" she murmured, voice thick with smoke and something else—something deeper. "You could leave. right now, if you wanted to."

You let out a bitter laugh. "easier said than done."

She exhaled slowly, the smoke drifting between you like an unspoken truth. Then, after a pause, she added, "I'd treat you better."

Her words came out so naturally, so simple, like a truth she had accepted long ago. But you felt the weight of them settle in your chest. Your fingers tightened slightly around the fabric of your hoodie, the thought creeping into your mind like an old song you’d forgotten but somehow still knew the lyrics to.

You turned your head, finally meeting her gaze. The low bathroom light flickered against her features, casting soft shadows along her cheekbones.

She was serious.

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with another inhale, the ember at the tip of the blunt glowing in the dim light. Exhaling, you passed it back to her, fingertips brushing hers for just a second too long.

The air felt heavier now. Noticeably so.

No- eul's gaze flickered to your lips, just for a second, before she looked away, feigning distraction as she took another slow drag. The hesitation was there, unspoken but undeniable.

And you? You should have ignored it. Should have laughed it off, blamed it on the high.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you reached forward, fingers gently tracing the hem of her sleeve before pulling her hand down, taking the blunt from her grasp and setting it aside. She blinked, surprised, but she didn’t pull away.

"show me, then," you whispered, voice barely above a breath.

Her lips parted slightly, eyes searching yours, the realization settling between you like the thick smoke in the air. Then, slowly, cautiously, she leaned in.

The first touch of her lips was tentative, soft, as if giving you one last chance to stop her. But when you didn’t—when you only leaned in closer, tilting your head to deepen the kiss—she melted into you, her hands moving to cradle your face, fingers grazing your jawline with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t messy. It was the kind of kiss that unraveled something inside you, something you didn’t even notice had been wound so tight.

When you finally pulled back, the world outside the bathtub felt far away, insignificant. No-eul let out a breathless laugh, her forehead resting against yours.

"told you," she murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "i'd treat you better."

And in that moment, you knew she was right.

[agi-ppangx]

gentle (kim seungmin x gn!reader)

reader struggles with food, hurt/comfort, please read carefully

an: thats not my best work, but i kinda like it so im posting it nonetheless simply bc i can😋 and to anyone who’s struggling with food now - you are beautiful, you are amazing, you are worthy of love. remember there are people who care about you, don’t be scared to reach for help<3

a loud rumble in your stomach distracted seungmin from studying. he looked at you from over his messy notes, but you seemed unfazed by your body’s noises. your eyes were glued to the screen of your laptop as you were trying to find a suitable article for your final essay.

“hey, i’ll order us something to eat, what would you like?” he said, reaching for his phone, but you only shook your head a little, still focused on the screen.

“’m not hungry,” you mumbled and seungmin raised his eyebrows at that. he stared at you for a long while before scoffing.

“when was the last time you ate something?” he asked. you thought for a moment and shrugged your shoulders without a word. “exactly. i’m gonna order something then.”

“wait, don’t-” you started, finally breaking your gaze from your laptop, but seungmin’s piercing gaze made you stop mid-sentence. you took a deep breath as he sat up, not caring about crumpling his notes as his features suddenly showed worry.

“yn, what’s going on?” he said quietly, taking your laptop from your lap and placing it on the bedside table. he gently took your hand in his, careful not to startle you as he noticed your breathing became more frantic and uneven. you weren’t hungry. you didn’t want to be hungry. “yn?” seungmin repeated your name firmly, squeezing your hand to bring you back to reality.

“i gained weight recently,” you whispered and he tilted his head to the side. “i don’t feel like eating right now,” you added hesitantly, hearing your stomach rumble again. embarrassment flooded you as you hid your face in your hands, feeling your cheeks become warmer.

“that’s why you don’t want to eat? because you gained weight?” he started quietly and you felt him shift on the bed to come even closer to you.

you felt like a failure when you’d noticed a few additional kilograms on the scale the other day. you desperately tried to maintain your weight and you managed to do it for a long time. you weren’t really fond of how you looked, but the steadiness of your weight whenever you stepped on the scale made you feel safe. you were really cautious of what you ate, making sure you weren’t eating too much. the quiet voice in the back of your head praised you every time you ate less than you usually would and you felt proud of yourself whenever you managed to refuse some sweets. you’re doing amazing, the voice would say. you heard that rumble? that’s the sound of victory. i’m so proud of you.

“i feel disgusting,” you mumbled, feeling a lump in your throat. “so i can’t eat anything if i wanna be pretty.” seungmin shook his head at your words, wrapping his arms around your body. he brought your head to his chest, swaying you softly as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“you are… so amazing, yn,” he started and you felt the tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “i don’t know what you’re going through, but i’m here for you and i love you,” he continued and a quiet sob left your body at his words. “but starving yourself won’t solve your problems, honey. we can figure something out, but you have to learn how to be gentle with yourself, okay?” he ran his fingers through your hair, seeing how distraught you were. “i’m gonna order you a smaller portion today if it makes you less scared, but i won’t leave it like this. if you can’t love yourself then it’s my role to do it for both of us.”

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[brights-place]

HEYY 🫶🏾🫶🏾 I saw your fic about dead!reader and it gave me an Amazing idea

so what if miles 1610 came to earth 42 with little sister!reader but little sister!reader is dead in miles42’s universe. Like I wonder how miles42 and uncle Aaron would react to seeing her again

[ATSV] 1610! and 42!Miles & Dead(?)Reader Warnings: Death, Blood, Swearing

A/N: Hello there lovelies! I actually loved writing this one I got quite invested in it and was super happy about it so much that people continue to request my writings! thank you for your support lovely!

Summary: Miles 1610 came to earth 42 with little sister!reader but little sister!reader is dead in miles42’s universe. What would happen if Miles 42 saw his dead sister hopping dimensions to save her brother.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Miles 42! & Dead Reader

- Miles 1610 was quick to escape the punching bag after sending a shock wave from his electricity as he swinged at Miles 42! before dodging - A large famillar portal appeared in the Room Uncle Aaron quick to pull out a gun as Miles 42! dodged an swing from behind him rolling to his side as you stood protectively in front Miles 1610! heaving holding one of his web swings and an Sledgehammer with one hand Miles 1610 moving out of the area and standing beside you - The moment Miles 1610! eyes widened with you jumping out of nowhere infront of him with a weapon his jaw dropped - "(NAME)?! Are you alight- wait are those- ARE THOSE MY JORDANS?" "HUSH!" You snapped at your brother while holding the Sledge Hammer "When peter told me you weren't safe I- I needed to do something! I ain't letting you deal with shit without me we ride or die bitch!" - Miles 42! Stared with Wide eyes beside uncle Aaron who was holding the gun that he nearly dropped "Name?" Miles 42! muttered behind the prowler mask as his defensive stance slightly lowered as you snapped your head towards him and uncel aaron "IS THAT THE PROWLER?! Wait- Uncle Aaron- wait if thats uncle aaron then who.." - Miles 1610! spoke "Yeah... crazy thing uhm..." you glanced to yoru chained up brother and back to Miles 42! and Uncle Aaron with shaky eyes - Miles 42! let the prowler mask drop as he stared at you not with a serious expression but wavering eyes as Uncle aaron spoke "(Name) is that you kid..?" "What do you mean if it's me?! What am I a ghost! Miles why is there two of you!" You said panicked towards Miles 1610 and back to miles 42 and uncle aaron - "I thought I'd never see you again" Miles 42 Said shakily sucking in a breath - Miles 42 had memories flash in his eyes as he stepped forward "Your alive.." when you died he never understood people when they said their world went quiet... but now he does. he understood now that he didn't have the familiar voice of his younger sister running around annoying him, pestering him, bothering her older brother to eat with her when he wouldn't leave his room he understood now that there was nothing to fill his world with.

- The memories of your bloodied body clutching onto both your dads dead body the two of your bodies latching onto each other even when found dead made Miles 42! Stomach churn at the memory - Yet you were here alive and thriving protecting that copy of him.. not only does Miles 1610! is father was alive his sister the one he lost was protective holding a sledge hammer staring him down with a scowl - He didn't mind though you were alive holding a goofy grin when glancing voer to Miles 1610 as Uncle Aaron was dozed off staring at you and a burnt mark on your neck and arm so the explosion did happen but you got out of it fine... - So there was a chance you could of lived in his world but you were still here right? you were there infront of him safe - Uncle Aaron on the other hand was staring with wide eyes - "Out of everything don't crease my Jordans when were fighting" Miles 1610 said getting a stance ready as you got ready to swing the sledge hammer "let's do this-" - Miles 1610 was stunned when he instantly got thrown against a wall as Miles 42! was now hugging you tightly head in your shoulder as you froze dropping the sledge hammer in panic at the tight grip "You're alive..." his voice quiet as he gripped onto you as you chuckled awkwardly "Uhm yeah..?" You said hugging your brother is look alike back - Silence filled the room as miles 1610 was staring with confusion at how Miles 42! is whole personality shifted along with Uncle Aaron reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ ©brights-place 2025 — do not repost on another platform, copy, translate or edit my works! if you fit my DNI list please don't interact!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Peter Hale x Younger!Mate!Reader || Drabble

Plot: **I forget how mates work in the Teen Wolf universe but for the good of the fic, we're going to do this in an AU where your mate is not your choice- you just Feel It, when you meet them, and Know. And you also have a little sixth sense, where you can tell when the other is in danger.**

Peter Hale is your mate, there's no question about that, but from the moment that you both realised that fact- he has made it clear that you are too young and sorry sweetheart, I'm not that evil.

But some time later he turns up at your house. He has no intentions of being there long, but will it be harder for him to leave then he thought?? After all, now its just the two of you. Just you, and him. Fuck.

Warnings: Age difference (Reader is 21-24, Peter is 35-38).

Of all the people who could've been on the other side of the door today, Peter Hale was probably the one possibility you thought would be the least likely. As soon as you see him, you straighten up your back; stand with more confidence. Even though you're really, really confused. How does he even know where you live?? Peter has never been here. And you've never been close enough to tell him.

"Wh-... " You look around. Did one of the other bring him?? Lydia??? Weirdly, you don't see anyone else. Just your devastatingly attractive, occasionally evil, quippy estranged mate. When your eyes land on him again, you cant help but notice something off about him. He looks a little nervous. A little worried. "... Is everything okay??" Your voice is gentle; soothing. You don't know how comforting that is to him, against his will.

"Hi." He starts, causing you to screw up your nose when he doesn't answer your question. "I uhh... I got your address from Styles."

"And he just... gave it to you?" You ask, dubious. Styles hates that you and Peter are mates, and one of the few things that Style appreciates about Peter is the distance he's kept from you all this time.

Peter shakes his head. "Well, no, he took some convincing, but- " His eyes flicker from your face to the rest of you for the first time- period. First time ever. But still, there's not a bit of lecherousness in his glance, just more concern. Now your lips form into a concerned frown. Why is he so anxious?? Thats not Peter-like at all. Even you know that and you barely know each other! "Uh, when I told him I was worried about you, he coughed up."

You blink. "Worried??... Why would you be worried about m- " OH fuck. Guilt rushes through you immediately. You completely forgot that that he could... that mates could sense when the other was scared. You were told it could be felt almost just as clearly as if you yourself were in the danger, if your mate was. And you were pretty damn scared, earlier.

Fuck.

Immediately your body goes cold and your eyes go round. "- I'm so sorry!! It was- I- My friend and I went into the city earlier, and she left early so I took the train back on my own, and there was this creep that sat next to me an-- It wasn't serious. I'm so so sorry."

Peter nods, the worried fog in his eyes clearing as he let out a sound- a sigh? Relief? He remains rooted to the spot, though, a crease in his eyebrows that still conveyed some level of concern. "What kind of creep? Are you alright??"

"He was just- um- " How do you describe the levels of discomfort you were in with this guy, and still convince him that you're fine? You're not, right now. In fact you were still pent up when you finally got home, safe and sound. You only forgot all about it when Peter turned up at your door. "Persistent. I'm okay. Thank you Peter."

The crease in Peter's eyebrows increases, furrowing and knitting together into a grimace of disbelief. What you would almost call a sneer pulls across his pretty face. "Really?? That felt... pretty bad, sweetheart."

You immediately ignore the twitter your heart gives when he calls you sweetheart. "Really. I'm not hurt, he didn't follow me home. I'll be fine."

"Hm." Peter clearly doesn't believe you. You don't know what to tell him!

... fortunately, you don't have to. After a moment, he rolls his eyes and rolls his shoulders, shaking off the grimace and the sneer and looking once again his usual, unique brand of nonchalant. "Fine, don't tell me. But hey, maybe I should give you my phone number. That way you can let me know whenever something like that happens, so I don't have to freak out cuz my heart's about to tear out of my chest while I'm just folding laundry."

"Oh. Yeah, probably a good ide- "

"You got a pen?"

And there he goes, you think with an indignant huff. He's brushing you off and trying to get away fast, like just being near you was a chore.

Giving a nod, you leave the doorway and head into your house. "You can come in!" You call back, searching for a pen and a notepad.

It hurt that Peter was like this with you all the time, but usually it was a vague unfortunate longing feeling somewhere deep inside you. Because, in the end, you didn't really know Peter. Just because he meant to be your mate, didn't mean you knew him (Just meant that you could. That you wanted to.). So truly, was it a huge loss that he didn't want anything to do with you? You tried to tell yourself that it wasn't. And besides, you sort of respected him for not wanting to 'prey' on you. That was good... A part of him not everyone saw.

Right this moment though you felt sad, and annoyed. Because for a moment there, he was really your mate. He was worried for you, he wasn't just shocked and upset like he'd probably try to convince you if you pressed him on it, he was worried. You could see it clear as day. Because one thing you could gather about Peter, was that when he wasn't wearing that semi-permanent poker face he had on again now as he wandered through your house behind you, peering at pictures on walls and books on your shelves, his face was more like a window directly to his soul. He couldn't hide anything. Thats probably why he invented the blasé attitude he'd patented now.

"... didn't know you were a reader." He pipes up, a definite note of interest in his tone. Not Talking is not a possibility for him- even with you. "What's- "

You give him a taste of his own medicine. "Yep."

Finally you find a pen and paper, stuffed in your food cupboard with a grocery list half done on the first page. You flip to the second page and turn around, handing the pad and the fine liner pen over to Peter.

You watch him carefully write in his phone number down for you, and feel very oddly about him being in your home right now. Morally debased Peter Hale, looking way too gorgeous in jeans and a designer t-shirt- your supposed mate- in your kitchen. Absolutely nuts.

When he's done, you cant help but asking if he wants a cup of tea? You want him to stay. You want him to be comfortable with this- with you.

But you wont force him if he cant. Even if it genuinely breaks your heart a little every time that you think about what could be, here.

"No- no, I cant." He says quickly, immediately, and you nod. Yeah. Yeah, you expected that. Okay. "Well... good seeing you, Y/N. I'll, uh, see you around inevitably."

"Probably, I'm in the pack you keep trying to take over."

A little grin flickers across his face. A little fake-ashamed, a little proud. "Exactly."

You don't know if thats a joke or not. Probably a bit of both, with him. From what you knew of him, he could never ignore the allure of being alpha for very long, despite any amount of good deeds he does.

Complicated man, he is.

Peter turns his back and starts on his way back the way he came, and you go to walk him out, and you're just thinking about what you're going to do with the rest of your day- how you definitely need a comforting cup of tea after all the fear and all the oddness and all the sad- when suddenly Peter turns back around. You nearly run into him. "Oh!- Peter- "

Before you even realise what happened, he draws you and in against him and seals your lips with his and swallows down your surprise. There's a passion in this sudden, shocking kiss that you've never felt before and it almost brings you to your knees. You kiss him back, parting your lips and meeting his tongue with a clipped moan, but you have to wrap your arms around his neck just to stay on your feet.

Being this close to him finally, you find you don't mind the rough stubble against your face one bit, and his cologne is expensive but good, and his nose rubbing against yours feels perfect.

When he pulls back he releases a wolfish growl into the small space between you both, frustrated and annoyed. "Shit, I wish I had a good excuse for that, but- " He shakes his head before pressing his forehead against yours. "Fuck me, I shouldn't have done that... "

"I'm a grown up, Peter- "

"See, Y/N, the fact that you have to say that, is not reassuring to me."

"Y/N??" You blink, eyes growing wide.

"Thats your name." He groans, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, but you've never said it before."

"Yes I hav- " He seems to decide arguing about that isn't worth the time, and shakes his head again. Probably because he definitely hasn't!- "Whatever. Point is, today I have reached a new low. And guess who's fault that is, sweetheart?"

Your mouth falls open with shock, despite the butterflies that fly around inside you at him calling you sweetheart again. "Not mine!- You could control yourself, its not that hard."

His intense blue eyes have a grin in them, now, making you insides feel warm and soft. Still, he sighs. "... any chance you can keep this a secret?"

Hmm... "... Only if you kiss me again." There's a lot to discuss, a lot to figure out; you know that. But the bottom line, the only thing you care about right now, is that you're a grown fucking adult- and you're still feeling the high from Peter's touch. You need it again. You think you're addicted.

Already!

A dark smirk slips across his handsome face. "Hm. You got a couch in this place sweetheart?"

[witchygagirlwrites]

Rogue-Part 11

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Rogue)

When Erin needs you in her corner it pushes your pain to the side in favor of protecting your friend. Letting her back in starts to open your heart back up to Jay as well.

Warnings: mentions of someone being drugged & having their stomach pumped, someone getting their lip busted, a little half naked talking? (Don’t get too excited) thats about it I think

You were happy to be at Kevin’s for the simple fact,he was family in a way. It felt close to having Ryatt. The morning you showed up with puffy eyes from crying and visibly having barely slept, he pulled you into a hug. “The first room on the right is all yours. There’s towels and stuff in the bathroom. Laundry is in the basement” then he handed you a key “So you don’t have to wait for me to come and go. I don’t know what’s going on with you and Jay and it ain’t none of my business but until you two figure it out you need a place to stay that aint no damn hotel”

You collapsed in the bed and was asleep before you ever realized it good. The bed was older than the one at the Hampton but broken in, it was soft and the blanket was knitted and warm. You didn’t feel quite as alone somehow.  Your chest was still aching but you could manage to let that weariness that was tugging at you finally win. You felt safe enough now to finally fully sleep. You knew you were safe under Kevin’s roof.

Every single time Jay’s phone went off he hoped it was you. He hoped you’d changed your mind. He didn’t even know what was worse, that you didn’t trust his word or that you blamed yourself over the thought of him sleeping with Erin? How could you ever think you reacting to losing your brother, to him being murdered in front of you would be a reason to be cheated on?

You still loved him. You said you wouldn’t sleep with Kelly, that you’d never betray him like that so you still considered yourself as being with him, didn’t you?  He didn’t know. He didn’t know what the fuck to do. He kept thinking about you kissing Kelly. He didn’t want to, fuck he didn’t want to but it kept popping into his head. He put himself in your shoes, everything you’d been through then to walk up to that.

Even now, his mind kept offering images of you under Kelly. Kelly touching you, kissing you. Kelly inside of you, filling you in ways only he had in years. He deserved anything you threw at him. You deserved to rage, you deserved your anger. You hadn’t lied when you said you had been numb and that’s what was happening. You’d pushed down everything and now him doing what he did on the eve of you closing Ryatt’s case and Nadia being murdered? It made everything hit you at once.

You pulled into the parking lot of the twenty-first Monday morning and felt a little better. You slept most of the weekend. The only time you’d wake up was to eat and shower. Kevin had joked it was like having a teenager back at the house when you passed him in the kitchen and offered money for the food you ate.

You knew you needed to talk to Jay and Erin like an adult. You needed to face whatever was happening. Before you could ever park your phone was ringing. You half expected Jay but it was Voight? You swiped it “Hank?” “That offer to help with Bunny still stand?” was his greeting.

You scanned the parking lot and when you didn’t see Erin’s car you cursed under your breath ���Fuck yes it does” “Bunny’s newest boyfriend owns a bar. I’ll send you the address” “Stay by your phone in case she calls another precinct” “I’ve got you” he promised so you hung up as the message came through with the address. You turned the jeep around and pulled back out of the parking lot as Jay was pulling in. You knew he was probably wondering what the hell was going on but you didn’t have time to explain.

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You slung your jeep into park and got out, clipping your badge onto your belt as you headed for the door of the bar. Sure enough Erin was on a stool and Bunny was currently pouring her a shot. “Put the damn bottle down Barbara” you ordered and she raised an eyebrow “Rogue? Didn’t think I’d see you around here after what you’ve been accusing my baby of”

You scoffed “Bitch please” and walked over to Erin. She raised her eyes to yours and her pupils were pinpricks “Son of a bitch Lindsay. Are you high?” “I gave her something to help her with losing Nadia and you. She lost both of her best friends at one since you won’t believe her that she didn’t fuck your little boyfriend” you pointed a hand at Bunny “If you don’t shut the fuck up I will smash your face in the bar got it” you looked back at Erin “You’re coming with me”

You grabbed her jacket and slipped her arm over your shoulder to help her out to your jeep. Bunny came from around the bar “She needs family. People who care about her” you took a deep breath and leaned Erin back down on the stool “Sit still, got me?” she nodded weakly so you turned around and caught Bunny square in the jaw. She went down hard and you stood over her “I don’t give two fucks what’s went down wrong between me, Erin and Jay. I refuse to sit on the sidelines and let you hurt her. If you want to file an official report do it because you bet your ass I’m filing one on you for drugging an officer, bitch”

You turned back and slipped Erin’s arm back around your shoulder and noticed she was crying slightly “You came to get me?” you nodded “I don’t turn my back on my people. Regardless” and helped her out of the bar and to your jeep even as Bunny threw curses your way around her swollen jaw.

Jay pulled into the parking lot and saw you speeding off. What the fuck was going on? By the time he got into the bullpen Hank was leaving. He cut his eyes at Al who shrugged “He had some stuff to handle”

Jay looked over at Kevin “Where’s Rogue?” Kevin shrugged “She left the house at the same time I did man” when Jay looked at Mouse he shook his head “Hell no. I’m not doing that again”  Fuck, what the hell was going on? You were missing, along with Erin and now Hank.

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He got his answer a couple hours later when you and Hank came walking up the stairs together. Hank patted your shoulder and you smiled slightly then headed to your desk. Jay’s eyes were drawn to the swollen knuckles on your right hand. You’d hit someone, hard.

“Rogue, are you ok?” he asked and half expected you to ignore him. You looked up and realized he was looking at your hand. You shook it out and laughed lightly “I don’t think Bunny realized quite how much shit I’ve bottled up when she kept pushing me” his eyes widened “You hit Bunny?” you shrugged “She’s got a broken jaw. Erin won’t be in today because she had to get her stomach pumped because of that bitch” 

“What the hell kind of morning did you have?” he asked and you shrugged “A fucking long one” then stood to head to the break room. He watched you go and Mouse caught his eye and shrugged. That was the longest you’d talked to him since you got back and if you defended Erin, did that mean you believed him now?

When a case came in about a shooting you didn’t think it would end with you getting in a fist fight with the perp when both of your guns got knocked away when you tackled him on a side street yet here you were. 

You ducked a punch from him and hit him in the ribs, causing him to buckle. He caught you with a backhand hard enough to bust your lip and that was his mistake because Jay showed up in enough time to see you spit a mouthful of blood out.

Jay punched him and he went down hard enough you were fairly certain he lost consciousness for a few seconds but Jay didn’t give him a moment to recover he kept hitting him. “JAY..THAT’S ENOUGH” you screamed and he froze, fist mid air.   “He just hit me, I’m fine. Cuff his ass don’t kill him”

He rolled the guy over and put the cuffs on him then drug him to his feet. You got a look at his face and whistled low “I’m gonna have to sell the shit out of this busted lip” Jay shrugged “Bastard shouldn’t have hit you”

The rest of the unit showed up and Voight looked from you to Jay to the perp. “Damn Rogue. Boxing again today?” you knew that was him giving the out. A five foot something female, beating a six foot something banger like that? Made it clear it was a fight for your life type thing. You nodded “Me or him”

Jay passed him off to Antonio and you spun to walk away but Jay caught your arm “Hey, are you ok?” you nodded “Just a couple licks. I’ll check my side when we get back to the precinct” he nodded “You just ate something else for me” you smiled “It was for me too really” he smiled slightly “I love you” you nodded “I know” and continued walking away. 

Jay walked past the locker room and froze in his tracks when he heard you sniffling. He leaned his head in “Rogue?” you sniffled “Yeah, fuck it I have a sports bra on Jay. You’ve seen it all”

He walked in and you were standing in front of the mirror, looking over your side. He swallowed hard, trying not to think about how your skin felt under his fingers, how it tasted under his lips. “Are you ok?” you nodded “Ribs are a little sore, I um I fucking lost Ryatt’s necklace in that scuffle” “Oh baby” he whispered and before he knew it you were across the room all but melting into his arms. He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you against his chest. “I’ll go back and look over the alley. I’ll find it”

You shook your head “That thing was twenty four karat gold Jay. If anyone saw it, it’s gone” your light sniffles were breaking his heart. “At least I have this” you whispered and leaned back to show him a tattoo of a weeping willow on your left rib cage, directly over your heart. “When did you get that?” he whispered, a small smile on his face.

He reached out to touch it but stopped and looked to you for permission. You nodded so he gently traced the lines. “In Paris. Layla paid for it the same night we closed the case. It’s something to remember Ryatt by” he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the tattoo and saw the way your eyes closed tightly and how hard you swallowed and froze “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cross any lines baby” you shook your head “It’s ok, it’s just been so long since I felt your lips on any part of me” he traced the tattoo again “I’m so sorry about everything princess” you nodded “I’m gonna get dressed now before Voight finds me half naked in your arms and gets the wrong idea. I’ll talk to you later, ok?”

“Ok” he whispered and uncurled his arms from around you before walking out. You’d let him touch you. Didn’t slap him for putting his lips on your skin. Maybe you were working towards forgiving him?

Erin was just starting to eat something when Hank made it home that evening. He told her about the fact that you mentioned losing Ryatt’s necklace. “I put a word out with some C.I.s. Offered more than the necklace is worth to get it back”

“Where did she lose it?” Erin asked and Hank told her about where the takedown had been. She grabbed her jacket and he eyed her “Where you headed?” “I owe her more than you know Hank” he nodded “Ok. let’s go” 

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It was nearly two in the morning when Kevin knocked on your door. You shuffled out of bed and opened it, rubbing your eyes “What’s wrong Kev?” He motioned to the front door “Erin’s here with Voight” 

Your eyes widened “Ok” you smoothed a hand over your head as you walked to the door. Hank and Erin were on Kevin’s porch. “You two want to come in?” you asked and Hank shook his head “I just want to thank you again for being there for Lindsay” you cut your eyes at her before saying “I never turn my back on my people” he nodded then looked at her “I’ll be in the car”

You looked at her “How are you feeling?” she shrugged “Better, thanks to you” You smiled slightly “No matter what happened or didn’t between you and Jay. I wasn’t gonna let Bunny hurt you”  tears sprang to her eyes “I never would’ve hurt you for anything Rogue. I have regretted that kiss every second since it happened and that was all that happened I swear to you. You are my best friend. I love you” you couldn’t stand to see her cry after seeing the shape she’d been in. You pulled her into a hug “Just breathe Erin. It’ll be ok. We’ll figure it out”

She sniffled “You coming after me today? That meant everything to me so when Hank told me you lost Ryatt’s necklace? We’ve spent the last few hours scouring Chicago” you pulled back and looked at her “What?” she reached in her pocket and pulled it out with a small smile “We even got it fixed”  

“Oh my god” you breathed as you took it from her and slipped it on then pulled her back into another hug “Thank you Erin” she nodded, burying her face into your shoulder “Thank you for everything, for trying to come home to me, for being my friend” 

You stood there for a moment, just holding each other before she whispered “Are you gonna forgive Jay?” you nodded “I’m gonna talk to him, I promise” she smiled “Good. I’ll be at Hank’s for a while if you need me” you smiled “Ok, go get some rest” 

Part 12

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[quantum1mmortality]

could u write sfw/nsfw hcs of raiden with a size kink maybeee👀

I had to look up how tall Raiden is bc in the new game he just looks like a short king THIS BITCH IS 6'2??????????

Frothing at the mouth rn

Tw/cw: AFAB reader, size kink(obviously), overstimulation, dacryfilia if you squint, nsfw and sfw, mirror sex mmmmm, belly bulge

Not proofread go fuck yourself

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Sfw

Raiden is the type of guy to constantly put items on higher shelves so you can ask him for help.

He's also the type of guy to want to compare hand sizes whenever he can. He loves seeing how his rough, much bigger hands look in comparison to your small, softer hands.

God he'd love cooking with you. He'd adore standing behind you and and guiding your hands with his.

He's obsessed with the way he can pick you up and throw you around like you weigh nothing. To him, you don't.

He'd really enjoy getting matching couples pajama sets and then have you wear his set from time to time. Why? Because he likes seeing how big it is on you.

It's like that with all of his clothes, really. His shirts are like night gowns for you and he'd be lying if he said he didn't love seeing you in them.

You borrow his clothes so often that your wardrobe is practically his wardrobe. And he loves it.

Because of how he towers over you, he often just, touches you. Anywhere he can, really

He loves holding you by the waist and resting his head on your shoulder, though. Does his neck hurt like hell afterwards from bending down so much? Yeah. Is he gonna do it again? Absolutely.

Nsfw

He'd be SUCH a gentleman in bed, but he does lose control sometimes

I feel like he'd be very neutral on most sex positions. He doesn't have a preference, but he love the lotus

He'd love how your back is pressed against his chest while your thighs are on either side of his. Its the perfect position for him to feel every part of you.

The only downside, however, is he can't see your face. He loves seeing how your face contorts in pleasure as his thick cock drags it's way in and out of your pussy, but he can't in this position.

How does he solve this problem? Mirror sex. He isn't adamant on getting you to watch yourself while he's fucking you, he knows it must be embarrassing, but he's obsessed with watching you.

He can see everything thats happening, your face twisting in pleasure, the white ring forming at the bottom of his cock, but most importantly, the belly bulge.

Oh

My

God

The belly bulge.

Once it starts forming, he can't take his eyes off it. The thought of you being so small in comparison to him that his cock is making imprints in your tummy makes him lightheaded

This is where him losing control comes in. On rare occasions, usually when he comes back from training and missions, he'd be so worked up over the fact he couldnt see you, touch you, feel you.

You're doing you thing, getting into position, and he sees it. The belly bulge.

He goes beast mode dude.

He's instantly flipping you on your back and fucking you in missionary. I think he'd be a bit rough, mainly coming from his harsh pace, but nothing leaves his mouth except pleasurable moans and praise

His pace gets so fast and him constantly pressing down on said belly bulge makes you cum. Don't worry, he's right behind you, but he doesn't stop after one round

How can he when you look so good writhing underneath him?

You get overstimulated after a while because of how many times you already came. Raiden would feel bad, but he knows you want this, you'd use your safe word if you didn't.

So he continues. He usually only stops when your body goes limp and falls asleep from exhaustion. Hed kiss away all your tears that formed both during and after each session followed by him cleaning and dressing you.

Dressing you in what? One of his shirts. Nothing else. He likes it that way.

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A/n: I'm getting so many good requests UGH if you guys do request anything pls remember it's taken me a bit to get to it 🙏🙏

[djarinova]

thoughts on soft!levi ???

why yes of course, i have many many thoughts on soft levi. he is my husband<3 (this is basically a modern au x reader btw, i hope thats okay)

- levi always sleeps better when you're next to him. being able to reach out under the duvet and feel you right there brings him an extraordinary amount of comfort. sometimes when you stir awake in the middle of the night you feel his fingertips poking into your side and it never fails to bring a smile to your face

- levi loves when you call him out of the blue. it doesnt matter where he is, whether hes at work, at the supermarket, exercising, literally anytime you call him he will answer. he's surprisingly good at talking over the phone, and he loves that whenever he picks up, you always answer with "hey you, how you doing?"

- levi loves showering/bathing with you. he loves the act of slowly underdressing eachother and especially if the lights are dim and candles are lit, it makes him feel extremely calm and loved.

- levi loves holding you around your waist. and i mean LOVES it. it grounds him, and gives him an immensely proud feeling in his chest, that he's the one that gets to hold you like this, knowing that you're safe in his arms, it just makes him so happy. and especially if you're out together and he snakes him arm around your waist in public, he loves the little smile that creeps onto your face when his hand settles on your hip.

- levi is a very acts of service bf (fight me) and it kind of melts his heart a little when hes wandering around the house with his list of things he needs to do, only to find that you have completed half of the things on his list already. whether you're doing the dishes, folding laundry, dusting, hoovering etc etc, no matter what youre doing he will hover for just a second watching you, before walking over to you and hugging you from behind. he'll rest his head against you and whisper about how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life. and if you manage to turn yourself around in his grip, you'll find a very light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

- loves loves loves making you breakfast in bed, whatever you enjoy having in the morning best believe when the two of you are home together he will be bringing it to you before youve even wiped the sleepiness from your eyes.

[prattpunk]

Split Mind

*Warning hypnotic language and touching. Read in a safe place.

There are 2 parts of your mind….The Conscious and the Subconscious. Hypnosis allows you to access the subconscious. It’s always there. Even right now. Both your subconscious and conscious mind are listening. You are just only aware of your conscious mind. But your subconscious is still right there….lurking in the background. Seeping things in like a sponge.

So I can keep talking and access your subconscious without trance. It’s amazing how the mind works. How complicated it is. How it can process things at different levels at the same time. So your conscious mind can just be scrolling and enjoying all the sexy things while your subconscious mind is sinking down deeper. Your subconscious is just working away without you even noticing. Like you are not perceiving that you have been dropping deeper and deeper with each word you read. Your conscious mind is just enjoying learning about how the mind works and all the arousing possibilities.

Thats why you are here. Scrolling. You want to find that sexy thought. A hot GIF of something being done. Wish it was you having it be done to you. Your conscious mind is preoccupied with getting off. Its ok. We all deserve pleasure. But your subconscious loves how good it feels to let go and just focus on the words. How it feels to be guided. How it feels to be deep. And then fall even deeper. How each fall feels better than the last and how easy it is to just give into it. Give into that feeling.

All while you are still thinking about that last sexy GIF. Wondering how you can experience that. How it would feel. And how much you want it. You let your mind wander. Letting yourself indulge in that fantasy. The delicious fantasy you can let yourself get caught in.

That fantasy seems so real. So vivid. And as you focus on it, your subconscious goes deeper. Sinking so far down, down, down. More and more with each words. Each word letting you go deeper. The fantasy and your depth are mixing. Letting go into the fantasy. Letting go and going deeper.

Your arousal and your depth link and sink. Sink into pleasure. Sink into horniness. Sink so…so….so deep. So horny. So deep.

Just reading and sinking. Your conscious mind is too aroused to do anything else. Just building. Growing. Letting your lust take over. To feel that heat. That heat that pushes you even deeper. Even further down, down, down. Letting one feed the other. So caught in all of this, you need to touch. You need to….

Rub and Sink

It feels so much better now.

Rub and Sink

Letting your need to cum push you deeper

Rub and Sink

Allowing yourself to let go

Rub and Sink

And be a good girl

Rub and Sink

and let your mind open

open to the pleasure

open to my words

and just

Rub and Sink

Such a good girl

So horny

So needy

So deep

and only taking yourself deeper

deeper and deeper as you…

Rub and Sink

Keep going until you hit that edge

That edge that is begging for you to go over it.

Its OK. Be a good girl.

Rub and Sink

AND LET YOURSELF CUM NOW

And as you enjoy the pleasure. Your conscious mind comes back. More and more. Your subconscious fades to the back again. You feel amazing. You feel content. You feel happy.

Good girl.

I am glad I could chat with both sides of your mind.

[aradassbadass]

cellular sentiment| ceedee lamb

in which you and ceedee have been friends for a while but you only talk on the phone but he surprises you after his game.

you jolted awake as you felt the vibrations on your face.

“huh?” you say eyes still shut.

“damn what took you so long to answer i called you thirty eleven times.” the voice on the other side made you smile.

“hush cedarian, i was sleep.” you mumble turning over eyes still closed.

“thats all you do is sleep.” he says and you roll your eyes- or try to at least.

“what do you want man, why you call me this late?” you ask trying to sound annoyed.

he just laughs, “its 6 oclock in the evening almost 7, aint shit late about it, and i thought you said you was gone watch our game today just lies.” he says teasingly.

“hush yall ass. probably lost anyways, you know you sorry.” you laugh.

“shii, i dont know who you talking to but im far from sorry.” he sasses back. you cant help but laugh. “nah, but forreal though i was just trying to see what you had planned tonight.”

you finally open your eyes and the light from him dimly illuminates your face and he glances down.

“you so beautiful.” he smiles and you blush immediately dropping the phone.

“oh my God please stop.”

“im forreal- you know i always tell you that.”he says and you roll your eyes blushing even harder.

“thank you but anyways im not finna do nothing hell i may get up and cook but then its right back in bed for me- i got work tomorrow. i already got my gown on and everything.”

“which one? better be the one i got you.” he says.

“and is, what should i cook? steak and potatoes or shrimp fried rice?” you ask getting up and going to the kitchen.

it felt good, natural even. it had become a little routine that you both felt comfortable in. he would call youd answer, yall would chat about anything-everything under the sun and inevitably your fall asleep on him but he would never hang up.

how you managed to become friends was purely some twisted sort of luck if you could even call it that. after your mom passed he was the one that got her number and when the messages started sending in blue instead of green you werent quick to notice, so when you had a particularly shitty day and texted her number

‘mama, i wish you were here. i need you now more than ever.’

and received a message reading

‘im sorry but i think you have the wrong number. it will be okay though’

you almost broke down. luckily he was nice enough and allowed you to vent and the rest was history. a friendship blossomed even though it was only cellular.

“if you dont prop me up so i can see.” he griped.

“omg youre so needy.” you sigh propping him-the phone- up.

he laughs, “whatever hmmm i think shrimp.”

“hmmm i think not.” you say grabbing the steak.

“bro what the hell, why you even ask then.” he says smacking his lips.

“cause i can.” you say and you just know he’s rolling his eyes.

“if you say so, but ima hit you back, this my momma calling me.”

“ok be safe.”

“i will, talk to you later.” and the phone clicks.

you hum as you begin to season the two sirloins, quickly reaching over to turn on the stove.

its crazy how life works. your just a history teacher at a small high school in your area and one of your best friends is the biggest player in your state.

“who would have thought”you mumble to yourself thinking ahout when you finally realized who he was.

one of your students had worn a jersey with his last name on it and you found it a bit peculiar, so you texted him.

‘u have a cousin or something in the nfl? one of these my kids got on a jersey w yo last name’

‘😂is u being fr rn’

‘wym?’

‘omg you is lmaooooooo 😭😩 go ask him who jersey he got on’

‘wtf js tell me’

and he left you on read

you put your phone down and huffed.

“hey garret, who’s jersey do you have on?”

“ceedee lamb, excuse my language miss but he cold as hell.” and as soon as the name came out of his mouth your stomach dropped.

“o-oh ok. it-its nice.” you barely stammer out before picking up your phone.

‘YOU PLAY FUCKIN FOOTBALL WTF’

‘😭😭😭😭😂’

‘omfggg ts crazyyyy& u aint tell nb shi’

needless to say he got an earful that night when you two did finally get on the phone.

you flip the steaks over on the cast iron skillet allowing it to sear then place the potatoes on a baking sheet and toss them in the oven.

you grab your phone and go to see where cee is, but you notice his location is off.

‘where tf u at & why that damn lo off?’

he immediately reads it but you see no text bubble.

‘wowwww read ight bet.’

then you throw down your phone and almost instantly its a light knock on your door.

confusion washes over you as you furrow your brows together.

“who is it ?” you call getting on your tip toes to see out of the peephole but its just dark.

you sigh and unlock the door opening it only enough to peek out and low and behold its cedarian with a big goofy smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

this is ch1 of a fic im gonna be posting on wattpad lmk what yall think. i love ceedee he is so cute omf i just have all the feels.

[mythicmanuscripts]

Hey 🙋‍♀️,

First of all I LOVE your writing! It feels so wholesome. It's great. So I thought I could leave my two cents here maybe.

So the idea is Aegon is very happy, that his partner accepts him beeing a sub and that he loves their softdom side and he starts to build a healthier lifestyle all together. But Aegon thinks he has to brat to keep things interessting for his partner, even though he wants nothing more than beeing praised and be called a good boy. And maybe he had a bad day and breaks down and tells his partner, that he can't brat for them today and they are confused, becaus they never expected him to do it in the first place, just thought he was into it.

And then he notices, that his partner is not his mother. They will praise him, just because he tries and does not expect him to be perfect or anything and he really realises just how safe the safe space with them really is.

I just wanne cuddle the puppy and call him good boy. I'll be honest.

Again I love your writing. So do with that what you want, or dont, if this is not your cup of tea. Thats fine.

I'm happy you're back. Lots of Love. 🥰

Oh good lord I love this.

Sub!aegon below the cut with some non-explicit NSFW themes :))

My immediate thought is that I think this most likely stemmed from how in his childhood he learnt that a) he couldn't do anything right and that b) if he acted out then he'd get some attention. He could never seem to get positive attention, could never be good enough for praise. He used to try so hard to meet his mother's expectations and when he never could, she'd just ignore him or give him another task without acknowledging all the work he had done trying to meet her previous expectation.

But... when he misbehaved? Then he'd have both his parents storming into his room. Yes they were telling him off and criticising him, but he didnt invisible. It often felt like if he did something right no one bothered to even glance at him, so he'd rather do something more fun and have everyone working with him, even if they were working to punish him.

When he marries you, he expects you to either see him as a burden or barely see him at all. But you're nothing like that.

The first thing you do that makes him pause is when you actually just ask him about his day? The marriage is arranged of course, but you want to make the best of it. And when you discover how he lights up when you speak with him, and how gently excited he seems when you compliment him, you start to realise that maybe this could be something more than just politics.

Aegon falls into the submissive position so easily with you. There's something about the gentle yet firm way you speak to him that makes his little mind shut off. He relaxes with you, tells you how he feels, even dares to try and please you.

He loves being your good boy, loves seeing your smile and knowing he's making you happy. He'd be with you every second of every day if he could. You're the only person who doesn't make him feel stupid, and not only that, you're also the only person who can guide him without making him feel belittled. When he asks his mother or small counsel for advice they tend to scoff and seem disappointed that he didn't know the answer to his question already. But with you, you just smile and help him, and if you dont know then you take him to the maesters' rooms and try to find out together. He just loves how easy it all is.

At first he used to talk back and disobey to get your attention. But once he realises he gets far more of your time by being good, then he dives right back into being your good boy.

The issues start to occur when he's been good with you for so long that you start to predict what he's doing? You walk into your chambers to find a pretty flower on your nightstand for the third time that week, and while of course you thank him, you add, "Again? Well I'm awfully lucky." You say it off handedly, and you really are touched by the flower he left you. He seems quieter that evening but not so out of character that you get worried.

Then a few days later you're sitting by the fireplace in your chambers, reading a book when he comes in. He kneels at your feet, really wanting to relax and feel your hands playing with his hair. You do it of course, and you tell him how pretty he is. But you also comment that you should get a thicker carpet if he's going to be kneeling often for the sake of his knees.

To him, things like those comments suggest you're getting bored with him? Growing up he always had to switch out tactics the moment someone realised what he was going because once they knew, they'd always just use it against him or ignore him. If he was predictable, then no one would need to actually come find him and watch him because they'd all know what he was doing already.

Of course you don't mean it like that, but he doesn't know that. How could he possibly know that when he's been so used to the other way?

He has always been a bit of a brat with you, but that seemed to fizzle out quickly as he got comfortable. You're surprised when suddenly is returns, and even more surprised when suddenly Aegon is not only breaking his rules but almost gloating?

Aegon isn't allowed to drink more than two cups of wine if you arent with him. It's a rule that at first he didnt like but he grew to genuinely love. It was hard turning down the third glass, but not hard enough that he would break his rules. He'd feel genuinely proud of himself when he sees you afterwards and tells you how good he was.

So when he comes to you and tells you he had five cups of wine, you're honestly much more worried than you are angry. You don't understand what on earth made him break that rule. But, you have the rules for a reason and you follow through. He gets his punishment and then it's over.

He wants so badly to beg for forgiveness and ask for help and promise to never disobey you again. But he's scared that if he does that then you'll once again start to know what he's doing.

He starts to yoyo from good boy to absolute brat every few weeks, and you're getting concerned.

It all comes to a head one night when he retires to bed late and had been told off by several small council members that day. He wants to badly to just fall to his knees and ask for guidance, to let his mind turn off and let you guide him. But he did that two nights ago, and he doesn't think you'd be happy with that again.

So he tries to be cheeky and bratty and tries to talk back to you. Only he can barely even finish his first sentence before tears are gathering in his eyes and he's begging for forgiveness. You're very confused about what he's sorry for but he's in no state to tell you, so you just comfort him and hold him and kiss his head and promise him that you'll help him work out whatever is going on.

It's that last part that makes the damn break. He starts mumbling about how you can't help him work through this because he's not able to do what he's supposed to, how you're going to get bored of him soon but he just couldnt take having to disobey you.

Of course you set him straight and tell him that you love him, and that you'd never want him to force himself into something just to please you, you won't allow it.

He's so relieved when he hears that, so much so that he sort of just collapses against you, looking up at you with wide, misty eyes that show you how much he just wants to listen to you.

He's your good boy after all.