#if you struggle to envision yourself as beautiful that's okay.

[screechingsandwichhologram]

its okay to not be beautiful

[gotta-winwin]

OT13 Reaction -- to you being bullied in the past/highschool

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tw: this one holds a lot of mentions of verbal bullying and cyberbullying - it's something very close to home for me and this fic will be for anyone who has experienced the same thing. remember that you are strong and the harsh words don't define you! i love you and stay safe <33

he can feel his blood boiling the moment you comment on your past experiences with bullies. seungcheol prides himself to be a level-headed type of guy, but the thought of you getting hurt - even in the past - strikes a chord deep inside of him. he's thinking about buying a plane ticket to your hometown just to find those fuckers and bury them six feet under. however, he's mature enough to know that violence never solves anything, opting to show you even more love than before (if that's even possible) to remind you that you are worth everything in the world.

jeonghan's mind is already whirring overtime the moment he finds out about your past. using his scary, evil, mastermind brain for good this time, he can't help but envision decking the people who've hurt you. doesn't mind listening to you as you rant, knowing that you need a silent supporter by your side. will never tell you about how he sees red just thinking about your so-called "friends" who made you feel so horrible about yourself.

joshua can feel his heart crack with each name you tell him you've been called. takes the time to reassure you that you are none of those horrible things, that you're kind and beautiful and so so so smart. traces his finger across every scar and imperfection you've been bullied over, whispering how much he loves you. doesn't mind giving your bullies the nastiest side-eye the next time he sees them.

although he's doing his best to be present as you tell him about your past, jun is internally screaming at himself because you. are. crying. it's like he malfunctions every time it happens, hating how sad and scared you look. despite his panic, he's awfully calm when he comforts you, explaining to you that no, you are not weak because of this. in fact, you're much much stronger.

soonyoung's somehow found himself perched on top of a chair, his body steaming with anger, holding too much rage to sit still. you can tell he's struggling to hold back the foulest curse words, knowing that he should at least let you finish your rant. the moment you're done however, he's cursing them, their mother, their partner, anyone he can get his metaphorical hands on. it's okay baby. he'd tell you once he's calmed down. they're probably failing in life. but look at you! you're successful and beautiful and you're dating me!

wonwoo's asking you questions in a way that makes you fear for what he's about to do. what's their address? social media? social security number? you have to physically sit him down and remind him that the bullying happened years ago in highschool and that there was no point in trying to get revenge now. he's visibly deflated by the news, but decides to just dote on you even more to prove to you that their awful words were wrong. i'm no good with words, but i'll show you how fucking stupid they were to hurt you.

jihoon doesn't really know what to say when you tell him. he only thanks you for feeling brave enough to share such a painful part of you with him, feeling happy you trust him enough to do so. neither one of you revisits the topic: until one day, you see a suspicious amount of rageful revenge lyrics and comfort lyrics in seventeen's new releases. i guess we can credit the making of Hug to that instance.

minghao's glad he meditated last night because what you just told him would have definitely set him off without it. he doesn't hesitate to hold you, asking you if you need anything from him. i'm so proud of you for surviving all that, my love. they were obviously blind and didn't see your worth. and i'm sorry you thought they were your friends. he makes it clear that he's here for you, whenever you need to talk about it again.

seokmin more than upset when you're finished telling him everything- he's confused. he doesn't understand why anyone would want to hurt you, let alone say all those nasty things and pretend to be your friend. he apologizes for crying, trying to laugh it off by saying idk why i'm crying so hard, it didn't even happen to me but i'm the one sobbing like a baby. promises you that he's never leaving your side and you don't have to ever worry about him turning on you like your friends did in highschool.

all mingyu can think about as he listens is that he could have made it all better if he had just been there. he tells you while gently wiping away your tears that he would've traded places with you in an instant. i wish we'd met when we were younger, love. i would have fought them all back. but most of all, he wishes he was there to protect the younger you, knowing a child didn't deserve all that.

although you're doing a great job already, seungkwan can't help but join in on dissing your bullies and so-called "friends." he nods along enthusiastically every time you throw an insult, preferring always to laugh about it instead of cry. he's hyping you up, agreeing with everything you say as you recount your highschool days. yeah, no she sounds like a bitch. i bet he couldn't even read a chapter book. bro probably stank, you were safer without him. she's sounding like one of those insane kdrama rich ladies - and not the hot ones.

vernon's quietly listening, storing away every single piece of information for the next time you guys return to your hometown. he's already preparing his plethora of insults and backhanded digs, ready to show them a taste of their own medicine. he quietly tells you that he can relate - school had never been kind to him either - and he somehow spins all your shared trauma into something beautiful. we were meant to be, he says, cause you healed me, and now i can heal you. his words make you smile through the tears - and you fucking love him for that.

chan's at a loss for words once you're finished telling him everything. he's overwhelmed by the sheer amount of harsh words and sickening moments, knowing that if he felt this bad just hearing about it, he couldn't imagine how you felt going through it all. you're much braver than i would have been, is all he says after a pause. i love you. chan might be a man of few words, but he knows just what to say.

[zorosdimples]

꒰ FUSHIGURO TOJI X READER ꒱

cw: cheesy! age gap. slightly suggestive. brief sex toy mention. nicknames “kid” and “kiddo” used. reader and toji are neighbors and reader is shorter than toji. based on my earlier admission. wc: 782. notes: this was written so quickly and is cringe—please forgive me!

“Got another package of yours, kiddo.”

Toji stands outside of your apartment, a brown shipping box perched in his palms. You scowl, holding the door open with your hip before wordlessly turning around and leaving. He catches the door before it slams in his face, and—taking your silent cue—steps inside and kicks off his slides. 

He follows you to your cramped kitchen, chuckling when you yank the box from his grasp and scurry off to put it in your bedroom. When you return, he has already made himself comfortable on your couch; spitefully, you don’t offer him a beverage (not that he minds). You stiffly settle on the armchair beside him. 

“So,” Toji breaks the silence, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rises with the movement, a sliver of his waist on display, a thicket of jet hair barely visible. For a moment, your mind wanders—creeping along his happy trail, envisioning where it leads…

His gravelly, lazy voice interrupts your thoughts, and your focus snaps back to his face. “What’d you buy?”

“None of your business.” You pretend to pick at a cuticle. While you’re still upset with him, you aren’t playing coy; he doesn’t need to know what you ordered. It isn’t his business.  

Toji rests one of his hands against his head, looking at you curiously. “What’s with the attitude?” 

For the first time since he walked in, you look him in the eyes. His irises are lush and verdant—easy to get lost in. And they sparkle with mirth. Your frustration with him reaches a boiling point, but you do your best to bring it down to a simmer. “Why can’t you treat me like an adult? For fuck’s sake, I’m almost thirty.”

A smirk tucks itself in the corner of his lips like a secret. “I’ve got two decades on you, kid.”

“Okay. So by your logic, I should start calling you ‘old man’—is that right?”

He shrugs before spreading his legs wider and crossing his arms. “If you want to.”

“God you’re so…” you rub your temples and try to calm yourself with a deep breath. “You’re so indifferent.”

He scoffs. “Is that right?”

You nod. “Either that or you’re fucking clueless.”

“Clueless,” he repeats, like he’s tasting the word on his tongue. It irks you that your words don’t stoke the embers of his anger. 

“Fuck it,” you mutter to yourself. You brace your hands on your knees. “Still wanna know what I ordered, Toji?”

“I’m all ears, kiddo.”

“A vibrator.”

For a split second, you think he’s going to crack. But your confession simply wipes any and all playfulness from Toji’s expression. He stands up from the couch abruptly, brows knit, jade eyes sharp with an emotion you’re afraid to place. 

“You really shouldn’t��” he swallows dryly when you approach him, blocking his exit. 

“I shouldn’t what? Be an adult and buy what I want?”

He shakes his head, murmuring, “Shouldn’t tell me something like that.”

“Why?” 

He's pinned beneath your earnest stare, a needle piercing each of his wings, holding him in place. Does he continue to struggle, to risk upsetting you, to risk harming himself? Or does he give in despite his reservations? A flash of pink darts between his lips as he wets them. “Because…”

“Because what?”

Too close, he thinks to himself, your body inches from his own. The way your chest heaves and your fingers fidget nervously at your sides—it’s too much, too close.

“Because I can’t keep acting like I’m not fucking attracted to you!” he snarls, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Do you have any idea how hard this has been on me? Pretending like I don’t live next door to the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and—”

A laugh bubbles in your throat. Once it floats past your lips, it pops—you can’t contain it. Your laughter rings through the dull walls of your apartment, and while Toji wants to be irritated, the sound is infectious; it makes his heart flutter like a damn schoolboy’s. 

“What’s so funny?” he asks. 

You smile up at him as your hands (small, cold, and soft) find his (large, warm, and scarred). “Give in, Toji. It’s okay. You know I want you—I don’t think I can make my intentions any more obvious.”

He sighs deeply, but pulls you closer. “I’m old and I—”

Interrupting him, you tease, “I’ll be the judge of that, thank you.”

He stares at you hard for what feels like an eternity before leaning in, forehead brushing against yours. “Well,” he clears his throat, “this old man wants to kiss you. Can he?”

Despite yourself, your heart soars. “I thought he’d never ask.”

[corydora-writes]

Sunshine After a Storm

Summary: Dean has been away on a hunt for over a month. Despite putting on a strong front for Dean, you've been grappling with persistent grief stemming from the emotionally demanding nature of your work as a nurse and the suffocating anxiety that Dean might not return to you alive. When Dean notices, he wholeheartedly dedicates himself to reassuring you that being vulnerable is perfectly acceptable and tenderly encourages you to lean on him for support and share the emotional burden.

“My sweet, beautiful, sensitive girl,” Dean whispered, the words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, soothing the storm inside you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size F Reader; Dean & Reader are engaged. No physical description of the reader, but I envision fat women when I write. 

Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, anxiety.

Word Count: 3,807

A/N: Yeah, so if it wasn't obvious, I'm rewatching Supernatural! Admittedly, this piece is self-indulgent, much like most of my writing. I wrote it over the weekend to help me cope with the emotional demands of my new job (I'm not in the healthcare field). I share these writings, hoping they solace others as we envision our comfort characters providing what our hearts and souls yearn for. 

Each day blurred into the next, filled with the routines of caring for residents who looked to you for comfort and support, yet you often felt like an island in the sea of their struggles. At the senior assisted living facility, you were the steady hand, the kind smile, and the soft voice that reassured them through their fears and anxieties. But even the strongest of foundations can begin to crumble under the weight of fatigue and isolation. The numbness from years of caring for others was starting to give way to a torrent of feeling—everything you had kept at bay for so long was threatening to overwhelm you.

The fluorescent lights of the nursing station buzzed around you like a swarm of relentless bees, each patient's story echoing in your mind. You recalled Ms. Loveday, who had once played the piano beautifully, now silent in her final days. Or Mr. Jenkins, whose laughter had filled the room, now a faint memory cloaked in the sterile antiseptic scent. A soft beep echoed from the telemetry monitor, snapping you back to reality. You forced yourself to focus on the task — reviewing charts, administering medication, and comforting the residents you adored.

After your shift ended, you sat in the break room zoning out, staring blankly into your untouched coffee, the steam curling up and dissipating into the air like the souls you had held onto, if only for a little while. You couldn't shake the feeling that your days were also numbered, that someday, you would hold Dean’s hand for the last time and never quite recover from it.

"What are you doing after this shift?" Your colleague asked cheerfully, snapping you back to reality. 

"Just... going home, I suppose," you replied, your smile a facade that failed to reach your eyes. Returning to your own life, free from the weight of others' suffering, seemed like a distant dream. 

"Take care of yourself, okay? You know you can't help everyone. You're not a superhero." 

You nodded, but the words stung. You wanted to be the invincible partner that Dean deserved, someone who didn't crumble under the weight of sorrow. Yet here you were, feeling fragile and frayed like the worn-out scrubs you wore, each thread a reminder of your emotional turmoil.

The old rigid door creaked as you entered the bunker, filled with the comforting remnants of Dean’s presence: his jackets tossed over chairs, half-opened magazines stacked on the table, and the faint smell of gun oil lingering in the air. Despite the chaos of the Winchester’s hunting life, there was a warm stability in the bunker, one you clung to now more than ever.

After a quick shower, you washed away the remnants of your long shift—the scent of antiseptics and the occasional, overwhelming smell of anxiety vanishing down the drain.

Just as you settled onto the soft mattress, you reached for your phone, and your heart gushed at the thought of Dean. You flipped through the gallery, each photo a whisper of your shared moments. His bright and infectious smile glowed up at you from the screen, reminding you of carefree days spent together—adventurous getaways, lazy Sunday mornings, and spontaneous late-night drives. You held onto the phone tightly, feeling the phantom warmth of his presence.

Beside you, Dean's flannel shirt rested on the bed. You buried your face in the fabric, inhaling deeply, as his scent—woodsy and familiar—wrapped around you like a warm embrace. It was comforting, a piece of him that bridged the miles between, yet it heightened the pang of longing deep within you.

Just as you felt your eyelids grow heavy, your phone buzzed in your hand. The vibration startled you, causing your heart to race. You glanced at the screen, and your breath caught in your throat. The name that lit up the display sent a flood of warmth through your chest: "Dean."

It was surreal. Could he feel your longing, hear your silent prayers for connection? You answered with a quick swipe, the screen illuminating your face. You panicked momentarily and hoped he wouldn't sense something was wrong. 

You uttered a breathless, "Hello?" 

"Hey, babe," Dean's voice greeted you, full of warmth and a hint of fatigue.

"Hey," you replied, your voice wavering slightly. "How's the hunt?" 

“Same ol’, same ol’. Just another day in the family business.” He chuckled. "How's the old folks' home? Still wrangling all the cranky grandpas?"

You took a deep breath. You were torn. You wanted to share your burdens, but how could you do that without dragging him down?

 "It has been busy. You know how it is."

"Something's off. Tell me what's wrong," Dean asked as he picked up on the subtle unease in your tone.

The genuine concern in his voice made your heart swell, yet it hurt to think of burdening him with your struggles. You hesitated, grappling with the urge to be strong. You and Dean had always been each other's anchors, but now you worried you might tip the boat over.

"I'm fine, babe. I'm just sleep-deprived. Been taking extra shifts to keep busy, is all," you finally said, forcing an upbeat tone you didn't quite feel. "Just know I miss you."

"I miss you too, baby. We're going to get ready to wrap up this hunt. Can't wait to get back home. We'll do something fun, I promise." 

"Sounds good," you replied, but the words felt hollow. "Be careful, okay?"

"I will. I always do. I love you, sweetheart." 

You heard a faint sound of chatter, and then Jack's voice chimed in, "Hey, I love you too!"

Your smile widened as you responded, "Love you both, too!"

After you hung up, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the fatigue that weighed heavily on you.

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Communication between you and Dean had always been a source of strength, but the waning enthusiasm in your voice concerned him and gnawed at him. 

He sat on the edge of the motel bed and couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Dean frowned. He knew how to read you like a book. ‘Busy’ was your way of saying you were overwhelmed; he could sense the weight behind those words. He didn’t think it was just the usual stress of your job—it was deeper, darker like a cloud hovering over you. 

Sam observed his restless brother, noticing how Dean's fingers tapped anxiously on the leg. 

"Go to her, Dean," Sam advised softly, his eyes reflecting understanding. "We'll take care of everything here."

Dean hesitated, glancing at Sam, who was perched comfortably at the table, absorbed in his research. 

"You sure about this?" Dean questioned.

"We've got this covered," Sam affirmed, projecting confidence. 

Cas, Jack, and Eileen joined in with subtle nods, their collective solidarity a silent promise of support.

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As you finished your shift at the senior home, tending to one of the residents, Mrs. Flores, you noticed the rustle of a delivery person approaching the nurses' station. The familiar scent of flowers wafted through the air, and your heart raced excitedly. It was that time again—Dean's way of sending his love your way, telling you that he would be home in exactly two weeks. 

The delivery person handed you a beautifully arranged bouquet of vibrant sunflowers and tulips, their golden petals radiating warmth. You carefully took the flowers, your breath hitching slightly at the sight. Then, with anticipation, you spotted the small card nestled among the stems. 

"Hey, gorgeous. Just wanted you to know I'll be on my way home soon. Can't wait to wrap my arms around you and show you how much I love you. You’re a beacon of light in my life, and I hope these brightened your day as much as you brightened mine. I'm so damn proud of you. See you soon. - Dean.

You couldn't help but smile widely, your heart fluttering at the words. Mrs. Flores, who had been observing you closely, chuckled softly. 

"That man has a way of making your heart sing, doesn't he?" Mrs. Flores said wistfully, her gaze distant. 

“You have no idea," you replied softly, pondering how lucky you felt to have Dean in your life, even with the chaos that often surrounded you both.

You took a moment to breathe in their sweet fragrance. Dean always seemed to know just what you needed— love, woven through the chaos of your lives, was a constant source of strength. 

You turned your attention back to Mrs. Flores, who was already gathering her knitting supplies.

 "So, what do you think?" you asked, a playful glimmer in your eye. "Can I pull off shamefully gushing about my fiancé while we finish these clinics?"

Mrs. Flores grinned knowingly. "Oh, honey, you go right ahead. A little love story in a room full of memories is exactly what we need!" 

Mr. Thompson had wheeled himself to get a close look at the flowers. "Well, don't you look like you've been kissed by the sun, dear! Who's the lucky guy?" He asked.

You turned, your smile even wider. “That would be my fiancé, Dean. He’s away for work right now, but this is his way of letting me know he's thinking of me."

"That's a lovely gesture! You keep that glow; it makes my day brighter just seeing you happy," Mr. Thompson replied, his eyes twinkling with warmth.

Your work device vibrated with a message from the doctor: "Ms. Loveday requests your presence for one final meeting." 

As you strolled through the serene corridors of the hospice, reminiscences of previous encounters with Ms. Loveday inundated your thoughts. The soothing, rhythmic melody of the piano keys resounded in your mind—the way Ms. Loveday's smile would gently emerge, her eyes glimmering with memories as she recounted tales of her youth and the magnificent concerts she once graced with her presence.

There she was, lying peacefully in bed, surrounded by the soft glow of the sunset filtering through the window. The room held a stillness that contrasted sharply with the anxious flutter in your heart. 

You approached her, noting her labored breaths and the slightest tremors of her body. You took her hand in hers, squeezing gently, wishing her comfort.

Ms. Loveday's face softened with warmth, her eyes twinkling with affection as she summoned all her strength to speak in a gentle, trembling voice, "What a good man. Those flowers are lovely, dear. They remind me of sunshine after a storm." 

You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. The reality of her impending goodbye was suffocating.

"Dear," Ms. Loveday said softly, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the warmth of a thousand shared moments. "Life is a melody, and like any good piece of music, it has its crescendos and diminuendos. Remember to embrace the highs and get through the lows together."

"Ms. Loveday, I—"

"Let me finish," the elderly woman interrupted with a gentle smile, though her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "you have a good heart. Don't let it harden with the burdens of this world. Promise me you'll live fully. Dance if you must, laugh often, and never let doubt overshadow your love."

You couldn't help but smile through your sorrow. "I promise," you finally replied, your voice trembling. "I'll hold on to your words and cherish every moment."

"Good," Ms. Loveday said, her voice growing fainter. She closed her eyes, a peaceful smile still resting on her lips."Thank you for being my audience, y/n. I think my final encore is about to begin."

Ms. Loveday's trembling grasp finally loosened, and as her hand fell away, the once-vigorous monitor that had been beeping with life fell into an eerie silence. Your emotional dam collapsed as you finally opened the floodgates, your tears flowing freely. In that poignant moment of grief, you found yourself consumed by a deep yearning for Dean, wishing for his unwavering strength to envelop you, to remind you that you were a team—each other's support, no matter the distance or the danger he faced. 

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Dean's heart pounded with concern as he stepped out of your workplace. He had traveled a long way, eagerly looking forward to surprising you, only to be met with your absence. He couldn't shake the feeling that something didn't add up. The receptionist's words lingered in his mind: "She'll be off for the next few days." 

This conflicted with the excuse you gave him just a few hours ago about picking up extra shifts and being unable to communicate as much. His sense of unease grew as he pondered the inconsistencies in your story. Leaning against the sleek Impala, he felt the cool metal against his back as he fought to calm his racing thoughts, determined not to succumb to the impulse to jump to the worst possible conclusion.

His foot pressed hard on the accelerator as he sped towards the bunker, a surge of relief washing over him when he glimpsed your car parked outside. With anticipation and trepidation, he stepped inside the bunker, enveloped in an eerie silence, save for the buzzing of the lights. 

Dean made his way to your bedroom and heard the shower's distant sound. Knowing you were home brought him instant relief. 

Dean waited anxiously for you as you lingered in the shower. Usually, he'd enthusiastically join you, but this time, he wanted to approach you differently. 

Fidgeting nervously, he tapped his fingers on his lap. Finally, he heard the water cease, and after a few moments, your silhouette casted a soft glow in the room. You emerged from the shower, oblivious to Dean's presence as he sat back on a chair. You were adorned in a delicate silk chemise, the delicate fabric gracefully draping over her figure. Seeing you caused Dean's heart to swell with emotion. 

“Sleeping early now, are we?" Dean remarked, causing you to stop in your tracks, completely bewildered by his unexpected presence. 

"Dean," you uttered, "I-- I thought you'd be here in two weeks."

Dean's relaxed demeanor tightened as he replied, "Yeah, well, that was before I found out my soon-to-be wife was going through hell alone." His attempt at lightness couldn't mask the underlying concern. "Come on, sweetheart, I know you well." 

You averted your gaze, not wanting Dean to see your swollen eyes from hours of crying.

"I'm fine," you said with a forced smile. "Where's everyone?" you asked, shifting the focus. 

 "Okay, so we're going to have a conversation through questions. I’ll indulge you." Dean settled back and observed you, still standing in the alcove, your expression hidden.

 "They're wrapping up the case, so it's just you and me in this bunker. Why did you say you were working extra shifts when you were taking days off?"

You winced at the question, your heart racing as you searched for the most sensible lie. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you—intense and unwavering.

 "I'm just... very sleep-deprived, and I intended to sleep a lot these next few days." There was a moment of silence. "That must have been a long drive... Did you stop by some place to get yourself anything to eat?" 

Dean knew that was a lie, but he wouldn't press it. 

“No, I wanted to get here as fast as possible," he said before pausing and continuing, "Look, I get it. Sometimes, we all need a break. But why the cover-up?" His voice was steady, but an undertone of worry was simmering beneath the surface.

You bit your lip, the weight of his gaze making your chest tighten.

"It was wrong of me, Dean. I’m sorry,” you said, hoping that was enough for him to avoid attempting to discover your weakness. “I’ll be back. I'm going to fix you dinner."

But Dean's worry only intensified, brewing a storm within him. He had faced countless monsters and supernatural foes, yet here he was, feeling powerless against the unseen burdens that tormented you.

He stood up, his instincts kicking in. His concern was knife-edged, a gut feeling that something was really wrong. He grasped your wrist with swift decisiveness, his voice taking on a steely resolve. 

“We're not finished," he stated firmly, his grip gentle yet insistent.

You averted your gaze, a fleeting vulnerability flashing in your eyes as your carefully constructed defenses were seconds from crumbling. 

He reached for your hands, holding them firmly in his own. 

“Look at me, baby” he urged gently. 

"I didn't want to worry you," you confessed, your voice soft and tinged with regret, but you still avoided his gaze. 

“Worry me?” Dean let out a short laugh. “you’re doing it right now, babe. Look, you’re my world. I’d rather know you're struggling than think everything’s fine when it’s not.”

More silence.

"Sweetheart," Dean uttered gently, "I know this is hard for you to talk about, but you need to talk to me." His thumb brushed just below your chin to lift your gaze toward his. Your eyes were red, and your face was blotchy as you inhaled shakily. Dean's heart shattered at the sight.

That was the final push. The facade pulverized. Tears spilled down your cheeks, and he reached for you, pulling you into his arms as more tears flowed. He tucked your head under his chin, wrapping his arms around you tightly as if he could shield you from any lingering pain and grounding you in the comfort of his presence. 

“I just feel so helpless sometimes,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like every loss weighs down on me. And then I come home, and it’s like I can’t escape those moments. They follow me, haunting me… and I see you, and all I can think about is losing you too.”

Dean’s heart ached at your words. He wished he could take away your pain and fight off those ghosts that plagued your mind. 

“You’re not going to lose me, y/n. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere,” he vowed, his voice steady and firm. 

You took a deep breath, the weight of your confession lifting slightly.  “It just hurts so much,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “And I didn’t want to bring that darkness into our life together.”

Dean's voice carried a tinge of sadness as he spoke, "This has been weighing on you for months, and you've been keeping it to yourself..."

His grip on you tightened as if he could absorb your pain through the closeness. He knew that being a nurse wasn’t just a job for you; it was an emotional battlefield that often took its toll on your heart and soul.

Dean let go to look into your eyes, a deep intensity and vulnerability reflected back at him. The weight of your pain was palpable, a burden you carried alone, and his heart ached for you. 

“We’re in this together, alright? Your pain, your joy—it’s all part of us now. And I’d take all the broken pieces if it meant keeping you whole," he murmured, his voice filled with compassion and unwavering devotion. “Let me be there for you. I’d take every scar, every sleepless night, just to keep a part of you with me. Because every moment we have together—every laugh, every fight, every kiss—it's worth everything to me.”

Your breath hitched and your heart raced as you locked eyes with him, desperately seeking any flicker of doubt in his unwavering gaze. Instead, you found an intensity of devotion that seemed to pierce into the depths of your soul.

Dean felt a natural, instinctive love for you, as effortless as drawing breath, as vital as his ongoing battle against the surrounding darkness.

“Dean, you can’t just—”

“I can,” he interrupted softly, his grip on your hands tightening. “I want to. You’ve been through so much, and I can’t stand to see you suffer alone. I’ll shoulder whatever you need me to. I want to be part of your healing, just like you’ve been a part of my redemption,” he confessed with profound sincerity.

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and for a moment, you felt the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. 

“But what if it breaks you?" you whispered, vulnerability spilling from your lips.

"Then I’ll mend myself," he replied with a fierce intensity. "I promise you, I’d rather be broken alongside you than whole without you."

He pressed a kiss on your forehead, warmth flooding between you two. 

“I’ve dealt with a lot of things in my life—hell, monsters, heartbreak, loss. But I’d fight a hundred more battles if it meant I could protect you from feeling even one more ounce of pain."

As Dean pulled you into his arms, you felt a sense of safety that promised you two would face whatever came next, hand in hand, pain and all. 

Dean’s fingers traced gentle patterns on your back as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck. You inhaled deeply, filling your lungs with his scent of leather, musk, and faint traces of campfire smoke that clung to him. Your warm exhale caressed his skin, and he could feel the subtle curve of your smile against him. He thought you were so beautiful, fitting in his arms perfectly and his heart so completely. 

“My sweet, beautiful, sensitive girl,” Dean whispered, the words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, soothing the storm inside you.

Dean held you tighter, pressing soft kisses into your hair, breathing in the comforting scent of your shampoo—the smell of home. 

Then Dean let go momentarily to look at you.

"Don't hide from me again, baby." He implored with firm conviction in his voice.

"I promise," you vowed sincerely.

The worry etched on your face disappeared as you made eye contact, and despite the exhaustion in his bones, Dean couldn't help but smile.

“God, I missed you,” he said earnestly. 

Dean delicately swept a stray strand of hair behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine at the sensation of his touch.

Then, without another moment's hesitation, Dean wrapped you in his arms again, pulling you close as your lips met in a tender, yearning kiss. It was sweet and soft, a culmination of longing that had built up over the past month. You melted into him, feeling the familiar warmth of his embrace—how he held you as if you were his entire world. The kiss deepened, filled with an abundance of emotions—relief, love, and a touch of the bittersweet ache of all the days spent apart. 

Dean grinned as you pulled apart. "Now, why don't I order us some takeout? We can binge-watch something terrible together. I'm pretty sure you've missed my awful taste in TV."

You let out a chuckle and nodded. “I’d like that.”

[marasvenus]

A Message For Anyone About To Make A Big Change ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

If you would like a personal reading from me, you can get one here!

Cards: Knight of Wands, Eight of Cups, Six of Swords, Two of Wands, Page of Swords, King of Cups, Eight of Wands, The Chariot, Queen of Swords, Page of Cups, Six of Cups

Pile 1, it seems like you’re about to make a big change that involves stepping out of your comfort zone and leaving behind a lot of what you’ve always known. There doesn’t seem to me a lot of fear on your part though. Obviously fear is natural and I’m sure you do feel it to some degree but your energy seems to be more filled with excitement and passion. You have a drive and determination to pave your own way to a better future. There seems to be few doubts in your mind. The advice I’m getting for you is to not be afraid of seeking advice and connection from those around you. You may have pushed people away due to their fears or doubts towards your situation or because you felt you needed to go through whatever this change is completely alone and although some of that forward movement and cut off of communication was necessary, there may be people you’re shutting out unnecessarily. Specifically childhood friends or people you were close to growing up. Maybe you’ve been thinking of reaching out to an old friend from high school or someone you could always rely on as a child and I think that’s a good idea. Know that although this change may be good and for the better, that doesn’t mean you have to go through it alone or block out all negative emotions towards it. Allow yourself to feel whatever comes through and be kind and easy with yourself during this process. Plan carefully and know what you’re getting into before you dive head first into it and take necessary steps to make this change easier for you and your future self. Know everything will work out as it should.

Song: Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers

Cards: Six of Cups, The Hermit, Nine of Pentacles, The Chariot, Two of Pentacles, Five of Swords, Three of Wands, Four of Cups, Page of Pentacles, The Star, Wheel or Fortune, Ten of Wands, Two of Wands, Knight of Swords, Temperance

Pile Two, don’t give someone more of you than they are deserving of. You may be thinking of walking away or letting go of a connection that you’ve not be happy with for a long time. This could be a sort of situationship kind of relationship or something that’s just not come into fruition the way you have been wanting it to. Maybe this person led you on in the beginning and then just sort of ghosted or stopped putting energy into you and the connection and you’ve struggled with letting go but it’s important for you to know that it’s time and it’s okay to let go. You are so beautiful, vibrant, radiant, and abundant and deserving of show much more than anything this persons can give you. You deserve nothing less then the absolute best and you will find that but not with this person. Letting go is difficult but will be so incredibly worth it for you in the long term. Please know that just because this connection hasn’t worked out, doesn’t mean no connection will. I heard “there is abundance coming” and “you just have to go out and find it” don’t let this person and this connection hold you back any longer, you are deserving of so much more. Go out and find that so much more. The right person when come when the time is right, just spend time with and get to know yourself for now, pile 2. You’re definitely worth getting to know and spending time with, appreciate this time you have with yourself and don’t take it for granted.

Songs (you all are getting a playlist because I feel it might be needed):

There It Goes - Maisie Peters

Wendy - Maisie Peters

Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers

Vertigo - Griff

Bejeweled - Taylor Swift

History Of Man - Maisie Peters

Ceilings - Lizzie McAlpine

Cards: Three of Swords, The Hanged Man, Five of Wands, Nine of Pentacles, Knight of Wands, Two of Cups, Eight of Pentacles, Ten of Cups, Seven of Cups, Nine of Wands, Seven of Pentacles, Nine of Cups, The Lovers, Four of Cups, Four of Wands, Ace of Swords

Pile Three, I hope you’re doing alright. It seems like maybe you’ve recently gone through a big breakup or lost someone very close to you. For some of you this is coming out of a long term relationship, possibly one you got into early on in life and that’s become a huge part of your life and who you are as a person. For a select few of you this could be the loss of a mother figure (if this is the case then it has already happened so please do not stress or worry if this isn’t your situation. As I mentioned previously, it’s for a select few). No matter the situation, I want you to know I’m incredibly sorry you’re going through this and I’m sending you so much love and positive energy. I hope you’re doing as well as you can be during this time. Please be kind and gentle with yourself.

For the big change, it seems you’ve already gone through it but I want you to know that the worst is over and abundance is right around the corner. It seems you have a close friend or even sibling that you may be traveling with soon. Maybe you’ve been planning this trip or some sort of move abroad? Please take it. If this change was a loss of someone close to you, they want you to know that they don’t want you to stop living because they’re no longer here. Live your life to the fullest extent for them. There’s blessing and big things coming into your life from this person. This could be this trip. Some new opportunity that gives you the chance to branch out and truly live in a way that you’ve never lived before. To live in a way that feels like so much more than surviving.

If this was a breakup, you may not have felt seen or appreciated. I’m hearing “tolerate it” by Taylor Swift. This is your chance to give yourself the love you’ve been begging for from someone who would never provide it. Provide it for yourself, be there for yourself in a way that person never was. Give yourself the love you’ve been so deserving of this whole time. Take this time to not only strengthen your bond with yourself but with your friends and those close to you.

If you don’t have many close friends, this might be a good time to join a friend dating app or going out and doing things to meet other people would be nice. Give yourself connection with others. Put yourself out there and connect with people on a deeper level. Travel to another country and visit new places and see new things. Give yourself this experience because you are so deserving of it. This is the end of a difficult period and the start of a new, beautiful chapter, Pile Three, take this opportunity and live your life in the way that makes you feel happy and most fulfilled.

Song: You’re On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

[primusfortuna]

Our Future ✦ Dialogue Lines (Pt. 1)

✦ Limited-time dialogues for June Bride. ✦ Part 1 includes meisters from Primus Club, Gastronomy, Dream Weavers, Everflower, Passionate Ocean, and Maden Gaming.

Primus Club

Camus “Just like a card faced down, no one knows what the future holds. But you're well aware that the path I'm on is full of thorns. And yet, you still choose to walk alongside me... You must be mad. Please never stop betting your brilliant life on me.”

Seven “You want us... to be each other's significant others...? Well...... I've always considered you someone very significant to me... [Name]. My heart feels warm every time I hear that name. I can't go without you... not now, not ever. I'd like to keep having fun with you.”

Ymir “Struggle all you want, I'm not leaving you for as long as I live. Claw at me, bite me, I'll still never let you go ♪ I'm not scheming anything. I really do love you, [Name]. And that'll never change... because you're the only one 'special' to me.”

Victor “Hah... I really have changed, haven't I? Before I met you, I hardly ever thought about the future. Now, all I can think about is... how can I stay with [Name] forever?”

Len “Hell if I know what the future looks like. I just know you're still gonna come after me wherever I am, no matter what I'm doing. ...Well, do what you want. If you decide to follow me around for the rest of your life, I'll make sure you're prepared for that.”

Gastronomy

Oscar “I never thought a day would come in which eating alone no longer satisfies me. Even I'm deeply shocked. Whether it's morning, afternoon, or evening—whenever I'm having a meal, I wish to see your smiling face across from me. How does that sound?”

Kuchen “The future? ...No, I can't really picture anything except making chocolate for the rest of my life. You know what I'm saying, right? I also see you right there next to me. Still smiling, happily eating my chocolates. Years pass, decades pass, and things'll probably stay just like that.”

Cuit “Nothing makes me happier than seeing a smile pop up on your face when you eat my food. All I want is for you to stay by my side, letting me see your smile. I really can't wait for the day I get to call you my wife.”

Riche “Every time I see how ardently you work, day in and day out... I suddenly find myself envisioning a little into the future. You are all the more beautiful, and your heart remains as honest as ever. I'm beside you, always worried... if I'm worthy of someone like yourself.”

Walter “...I have no idea about the future. If I could, I'd stay in Gastronomy for a long time, helping out the duke and everyone else. Hm? Nothing... I just naturally thought you'd stay by my side. Way, way into the future...”

Dream Weavers

Canaan “When I'm with you, your squishy cheeks put me right at ease... I wonder why? All my motivation starts flowing through me. Maybe I can't live without you. It sounds like a headache looking after me for a lifetime, but... hehe. I'll have to give the best ring in the world to the bride who makes that kind of promise to me.”

Adel “In the past, I wouldn't have needed an assistant or partner. But now when I imagine the future, you're there, as if it's the most natural thing. The thought of us buried in work, eating together, occasionally lending each other a shoulder, taking naps——heh, a lifetime of that doesn't sound half bad.”

Volks “If I must confess, I've been enchanted since we first met... by your light, which I'm certain will continue to change endlessly. I want it to be my own two hands that guide and protect your brilliance, no one else's. Would you allow me the privilege and honor of that?”

Merryrose “Before I met you, I swear I couldn't see anything in my future except a really dark path. Now I know a kind of happiness that I won't let go of no matter what. You're the one who taught it to me. Take responsibility for that... and spend your life with me, okay?”

Everflower

Asahi “You're the one I cherish above all others, the one I want to protect. I'm still an amateur with a lot of shortcomings, but... someday... I'd like to tie the knot and build a happy future together. I might be moving too fast, but... what do you think?”

Shiranui “I'm gonna say what I always do, okay? Fortune comes in at the merry gate!! It's true life's not all just fun and games. But you and I can make it alright. We can live our days full of blessings, where even if we cry sometimes, we'll still end up laughing. Cheers to our happiness!”

Mikage “My ideal future? That's easy—a life where I spend all day everyday dozing off on your lap, doing absolutely nothing... Until recently, this would've just been a pipe dream. But now, well, I really want it. A happy 'n peaceful married life.”

Tamayura “I want to make this world a place for humans and mononoke to live together in harmony. When I achieve my dream, I'd be happy if you were there smiling next to me. And... if a day ever comes when we pledge our futures to each other... I'd want to invite a bunch of mononoke friends to celebrate with us.”

Aoi “Something as definite as 'staying the same' forever sounds so boring. Being able to wake up from your dreams is what makes it so fleeting and beautiful... That's what I used to think... But when I wake up from my transient dreams, I think I'd like to be with you. Hey, won't you be mine?”

Passionate Ocean

Searle “I get warm and fuzzy and sometimes so tight it hurts. Feeling like I'm in love just gets stronger and stronger when I'm with you. It's a feeling I only get with you, [Name]. It's just like a treasure to me. Ehehe, I love you. And I will forever and ever!”

Sheila “I've been thinking about this a lot, but the coffee you make tastes like something I'd want to drink everyday. It really is so relaxing and soothing. From now on... or rather, for as long as I live, I'd love to stay in your care. What do you think?”

Elma “A lot of stuff's happened since we first met. My days have gotten a whole lot happier since then. It's like a huge wave of happiness is here! Now, in the future, and always after that... Let's have a blast ridin' out the end of this wave!!”

Urbano “Yo, [Name]-han! Time to practice our husband-and-wife routine with all the hype we got today——wait, why do you actually sound on-board with it!? Pause, pause. I can't even joke about being legal spouses, 'cause that's like we already got married. It makes me so happy I'm embarrassed...”

Maden Gaming

Cinis “It is my duty as master to care for and look after my servants——however, at present, I've been getting a lot of favors from you. Hehehe, just so you know, I despise losing! I shall vow to make you happy for the rest of your life!”

[nahoney22]

Hello!! I just wanted to say thank you for writing any and all Star Wars fics, especially the Echo ones because he truly deserves the most love😭😭 if it’s okay and if you’re interested of course, can you please write like a marriage fic with Echo and a fem! reader? Maybe something romantic and intimate, tooth rooting fluff with a bit of smut? Thank you!💙

Honeymooning***

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 1.2k

After getting hitched with Echo, he shows you just a small glimpse of what married life will be like with him.

warnings: NSFW 18+, very soft smut, p in v sex, creampie, established relationship & marriage. Fluff galore. Just a lovely one shot. Reader is described as wearing a dress and female.

Authors note: sorry for the wait and I thank you for the kind words anon. Lots of love to you and hope you enjoy this little piece. Echo deserves everything and more.

Masterlist

“I can’t believe we’re married!” You squeak in excitement, allowing your handsome husband to carry you through the door to your honeymoon suite in a beautiful hotel on Naboo.

Echo grins, completely ecstatic that after months of pining over you and not being able to hold back on a kiss so full of passion after a long mission away, he now has put a ring on your finger.

“Me either my love.” He kisses your cheek, gently placing your feet to the ground once inside.

You find yourself twirling around the room in complete awe that Echo had planned this little night away right under your nose. Well, with some help from his brothers too.

He is watching you, his beautiful bride, and his heart is full. There’s a light in your eyes that he never wanted to see fade and your skin was glowing. “What do you think?” Echo gestures to the open planned room and as you look around some more your heart swells at the night of your favorite flower petals that were also at the ceremony scattered on the bed.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you, Echo.” You skip to him with your arms snaking around the back of his neck, kissing him with so much love.

He smiles against your mouth, returning the kiss. “You’re welcome. Anything for you.”

“Anything, hmmm? Does that include breakfast in bed?” You tease, pulling back to rest your forehead to his.

“Yep.”

“Wash the pots and do the laundry?”

“Absolutely.” He says with a smirk as you raise an amused brow.

“Love me forever?”

He cups your cheek with his flesh hand, thumb tracing over your cheek. Never had he envisioned this kind of life before with anyone, let alone after his accident. The thought of never being enough of a man for anyone burned into his mind every waking moment but when you came into his life, that all seemed to change. Your kindness and courage burned brighter than others and you were most certainly the most beautiful sight he had beheld.

“Forever.” He confirms with a kiss that turns into something more.

Your hands play with the buttons to his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders so your hand could now play with the buttons to his shirt. All the while he is breathlessly struggling with the lace at the back of your dress and so you humor him by helping too.

“There we go.” You smirk as your dress becomes loose, seeing how warm his cheeks glow.

“Tricky with one hand.” He mumbled bashfully and although you wanted to frown, you silenced him with a kiss instead.

Echo sighs beautifully in your mouth, guiding you to the bed.

This moment right here was perfect.

As the sun set on your first day as newlyweds, you both lay in each other's arms, feeling a warm, loving energy fill the room.

With the exchange of your vows (that left Wrecker a blubbering mess), committing your lives to each other there seemed to be no better feeling than honeymooning in a luxurious room overlooking the Naboo ocean.

The light from the setting sun was a warm, golden glow that cast a romantic haze over everything in the room. And when you looked into each other's eyes, only a deep sense of love and affection could be felt.

Lying down on the bed together, your bodies entwine. The kisses you shared were gentle at first with Echo’s lips meeting yours in a soft, tender embrace. Though, the kissing became more passionate as you explored each other's mouths and danced with your tongues like it was your first dance.

Both your hands roamed each other's bodies, caressing every inch of now nude skin whilst feeling each other's desire building. There was a deep, overwhelming urge to be together, to connect with each other in the most intimate way possible.

So, your bodies became one. He has pushed inside you with a shuddering breath, cock stretching you open beautifully as he begins whispering the most beautiful words anyone could hear. His passion increased with each movement, each touch.

“My darling bride, so beautiful.” Echo whispers through gritted teeth, looking down at you as you're splayed beneath him in the crisp white bedding and flower petals.

“My darling Echo,” you whisper back, adjusting to his size. It had been a while since the two of you did anything intimate, supposedly wanting to wait a while until the big day; and here it was, “how could I be so lucky?”

The two of you were completely lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the love you shared for another.

His rhythm begins to pick up, soft thrusts that still manage to make you hiss in relief at that delicious pressure inside you. Your noises only spurred him on, and as he managed to keep himself up right with his scomp pushed into the bed, his free hand comes up and plays with your breasts and marvels in their beauty. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Your eyes clouded with tears at that point, overwhelmed with emotion as you’re held in the embrace of your beloved husband. The tears of joy are streaming down your face as you bask in the warmth of his love. He kisses away your tears, knowing that they’re ones of happiness and a small smile grows on his face as he admires the petals that cover your body.

As you look up into your husband's eyes, you’re struck by the depth of his love for you and the happiness you had brought him. His hold on you is so gentle as he grinds into you all the while he is whispering words of affection and adoration.

You feel like the luckiest person in the world to have found someone who loves you so deeply and completely. With your hearts beating as one, your love is nothing short of pure and true.

“E-Echo, I’m going to cum.” Your hands hold onto his body as he presses against you, both of your breathing’s of ecstasy becoming ragged and needy.

“Let go, my cyare. Cum for me and I’ll do it for you.”

When you cum, toes curling and stars clouding your vision, he fills you with his seed. Warm spurts of white lace already seeping out of you as he collapses against you, legs shaking as the two of you come down from your highs.

As you lay together, spent and satisfied, you held each other close. There’s a wonderful feeling in the air, a sense of peace and contentment that came from knowing that you were together forever. Bound.

Slowly, your handsome soldier drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face. Meanwhile you lay awake and begin tracing soft circles into his back as his face buried into the pillow, knowing that both of your love for another would only continue to grow stronger with each passing day.

In that beautiful open-plan room, surrounded by the natural beauty of the ocean and as the stars light up the sky, you smile as you imagine the new chapter in both your lives together. One so full with love, laughter, and happiness.

You really wouldn’t ever forget the sensual, romantic kiss that marked the start of this wonderful journey.

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[nerdallwritey]

omygosh okay maybe this is TMI (T ^ T) I’m struggling with my CPTSD tonight and seeing that you posted and reading through your fic genuinely brought happy tears to my eyes (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

This was such a beautiful scene and it made me want to write my own version of it just to try and make an attempt at reaching how your writing made me feel <3

I definitely picked up on the little lines of established dialogue and I loved this Tav went to sit with Karlach to debrief. I could really feel myself embodied in this Tav and it was so so special to me. They felt unique and lovable, it’s so wonderful •3•

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for writing this ヽ(´▽｀)/ I will sit with it for a little while and give you a break to get back to your own writing, then perhaps submit another request! I am so so happy, thank you SO much for this, I’m so touched ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

🪴

🪴, I am SO happy to hear that you liked the piece!! I'm glad it was able to bring you some comfort and joy on a night where you aren't feeling your best. You have my support if you need it 🫂

I love to include established dialogue!! They say it in game, so it's obviously in character for them to say it at all! And it also gives you a sense of what point in the story we're at and what kind of growth still needs to happen and all that fun stuff. I thought of all the companions, Karlach would be the perfect one to tell it to you like it is and be non-judgemental towards your thoughts and decisions. She's the biggest sweetheart on the team! And she's so much fun to write!

Hearing that you can see yourself embodied in this Tav is SUCH high praise. I wanted to write something that I'm sure you've envisioned for yourself for a long time, so hearing that it accomplished that, even a little, means mission accomplished 🥰

AH the fact that you want to request more is even more high praise!! I'm so thrilled you liked it THAT MUCH. You're so welcome, I was happy to do it! Once again, thank you for being patient as I tried to craft something you'd enjoy and thank you for coming to me in the first place!

Don't be a stranger ❤️

[silverteacups]

i got bored again so here you go

favourite comms for each character ( + favourite lyric in english from each )

ichika hoshino - With our sounds, we too can become one of those shooting stars.

meteor pulse

this was my first shiho cover i heard and i LOVE the MV + lyrics

saki tenma - I don't want to begin hate, hate, hating / Neither myself, nor the world around me!

almost said stella then i checked the wiki and FUCKING TERATERA. literally almost to it on my playlist

honami mochizuki - The wind'll calm down, as long as I keep on living.

i don't think i've ever seen someone say anything negative about flyway. i am not surprised

shiho hinomori - There’s only one future that we can envision, so let’s see it with our own eyes.

purpose? nuh-uh shiho sounded ever-so-slightly like blue paint i dont like it

i've heard voices and peaky peaky too much

but THIS SONG. i love 「１」 so fucking much

minori hanasato - Even if these wings are broken apart, if you’re there, then I can try my hardest once more!

almost went for teammate but tenshi no clover gets it. the event story dear god

haruka kiritani - Even if this life is worthless, the world is beautiful.

how could i give this to literally anything other than if

airi momoi - Even if it's rusty, its colors are unfading.

absolutely love momoiro no kagi

shizuku hinomori - I'm sure I'll never be protected again; however, I've got everything I want to protect, so I'm not worried.

i love i am, we are but the set. yeah no thanks this looks like one of the first birthday cards

kohane azusawa - What do you want to do after you end up all by yourself? (sobs loudly they gave the line to an and akito)

vbs has almost been nothing but bangers lately (i'd include niigo but, excluding god-ish, it's probably been that way since meru, maybe earlier)

anyway yeah hitsuji ga ippiki

an shiraishi - Can I break apart? Go and break me apart.

gekokujo 💔💔💔💔

akito shinonome (oh no) - What roars out is my own tune, my own tune - not someone else's.

why do i have to pick one they're all amazing 💔💔💔 i was really close to saying kashika but then gekkou but then fucking CINEMA

but yeah

toya aoyagi - Not knowing the reason why, not needing the reason why I'm defying against fate’s rules.

not a huge fan of toya comms but cmon RAD DOGS is great

tsukasa tenma - Aren't we just inevitably going around in circles? You ought to slip and fall in a panic in the final moment.

88☆彡

on a scale of 1-88 how surprised are you that i picked this one (it's 88 isnt it i know it is you're so shocked)

emu otori - We'll always be one / The promise that we made, we'll keep it forever!

i dont have anything to say tbh just hoshizora orchestra

nene kusanagi - And without ever having met you, the coral in the miniature garden will dazzle me one day / I'll sing this song and smile.

hakoniwa no coral is so pretty

rui kamishiro - Would you call this a dream, that comes with such pain?

still not ready to love wxs but dear god i love this song

kanade yoisaki (oh my god i have to pick a lyric now) - So don't say that you've given up on reality, Samsa! Okay?

almost said kanadetomosusora but then i remembered samsa

and dear god the LYRICS??

mafuyu asahina - I was so delighted to see the pleased faces they made that I played my role desperately— so much that I have even forgotten to breathe.

engeki 💔💔💔💔

ena shinonome - All life is ridiculously pretty, struggling and then it stops raining / t's an unprecedented brilliance in human history - that's what love is.

no idea what the lyrics mean but i love ena's alt

mizuki akiyama - I'm sure that the lights that shine upon the shadows of the city seemed more gentle than yesterday, so today, I can sleep embraced in warmth.

almost said kitty but the full ver of kimi no yoru wo kure stole it for me

AND now a ranking:

20. kimi no yoru wo kure - love it, just love the others more 19. hakoniwa no coral 18. engeki 17. gekokujo 16. RAD DOGS 15. hoshizora orchestra 14. i am, we are 13. pulse of the meteor 12. 88☆彡 11. hitsuji ga ippiki 10. momoiro no kagi 9. i nandesu 8. what sort of ending are you wishing for? 7. teratera 6. IF 5. flyway 4. samsa 3. 「1」 2. cinema 1. tenshi no clover

[screenmaven]

Film Review: BARBIE 💖

So excited to share my review on this film and what I personally took away from it.

I had to seriously take about a day, to even write this. Barbie left me feeling many things, but I have nothing bad to say about the feelings it welled up inside me. I’m actually very thankful for it.

It’s funny, heartwarming, inspiring, and has even created a few new quotes to my vocabulary. Ken’s “Beach” term and how it’s used makes me giggle and I love that dynamic. With a soundtrack that includes the Indigo Girls and Matchbox Twenty, this film definitely has a purpose. Here we go.

As someone who grew up loving Barbie and the whole slew of Barbie’s companions, I even had some of the coolest of cool houses, vans, and outfits to play out some soap operas, or what I envisioned glamour to look like. We won’t even discuss how my Jordan Knight doll got into the Barbie mix. I’ve additionally had a special place in my heart for Barbie herself. She made me feel pretty and magical as a child. My mom had one of the first Barbie’s, and I remember her showing it to me and telling me how special she was and that all girls are special, including me. That special symbolism resonated with me every-time she got me a new Barbie and through those exchanges again and again, I realized just how special they truly were. My mom also told me that I could do anything, and she also said to me that if a someone doesn’t appreciate you, then that’s their loss, but always appreciate yourself the most.

Barbie was beautiful and glamorous. Myself, as a kind of cute kid, but very awkward, and didn’t always feel the prettiest (had a very ugly duckling faze), felt so pretty and dreamy playing with my Barbies. They never judged me on my appearance, or made me feel unworthy, and I found solace and self expression through their beings. As someone who also struggled with being bullied, dismissed, and feeling like I never fit in during a pivotal time in my adolescence from many peers, Barbie’s glamour, pizazz, and I can do anything attitude, led me to embracing who I truly wanted to be. As I got older I embraced the bubbly blonde demeanor, because it’s who I felt like. Even though each of us struggle with insecurities, there’s lots of really special things within us too, and we’re probably way more critical on ourselves than we should be. So I embraced the person I felt the most like and used that to my advantage. I wasn’t going to let anyone dull my sparkle, even if they tried to diminish it. I may have on several occasions let other people snuff that gleam of wonder and love that radiates inside my heart, but I don’t forget that there is always special here. There’s special in you too. Some girls harbor the biggest hearts and that’s what Barbie is all about. It’s not about the appearance, it’s about the bright side of life. The hope in believing, the hope in the better. Life gets hard. I know all too well that, but you can’t let that stop your magic. Even you Ken’s out there, the same goes for you. You’ll also really appreciate your mom more than ever after watching this film. I don’t have mine anymore, but all she did for me, I’m forever grateful. Okay, onto the movie, but you’ll see why I started my review this way.

*I will not give spoilers, because you have to experience this for yourselves, but I will outline and tell you the layers of fulfillment of watching this, that everyone needs to digest.*

You have Barbie living what seems to be the perfect life, in a perfect world, and in someways it is, but something is pulling at her to connect with more than just Barbie. Through some unusual events, she goes to our so called real world, which unleashes a whole lot of feelings, confusion, mania, and a sense of what is all of it for?! You also have Ken, going from just being Ken, a counterpart in Barbie’s equation, to discovering himself in his own way too. Both of them together experiencing these journeys, is what every person needs to do individually for themselves.

We’re set up in this life with a patriarchal system, that you need to do this, you need to do that, you have to look this way, or be this, to be of some sort of worth. What I liked most about this film is what it set straight - “You just have to be you.” You have to find you, love yourself even when it’s hard to, be proud of what makes you different, and that everyone can make a mark in this world just by going after their dreams. Most times we think we need others to fill parts of ourselves, but really we need to fill ourselves. Now it does feel good to be wanted and appreciated, and feel like we have someone, but others will let you down if you solely rely on their approvals for your happiness.

This movie calls out stereotypes and assumptions, that women portray on other women, but it also shows how women should support each other and you can’t always judge a book by its cover. It also shows how men a lot of times view women, and the expectations they assume are their entitlements of having them in their life. It additionally shows how women, also expect men to fill voids or even be their commodities. Women cut themselves apart for the approval of so much, that it leaves them often vulnerable, depleted, and lacking. Men, also drive themselves to be bigger, more wealthy, more powerful, more wanted, that we often have a bunch of individuals walking around filling from others cups, while we never fully fill our own. Gloria (America Ferrera) had a phenomenal speech on all of this in the movie. You also get a glimpse into how often the male dominant mindset controls things, that women should really have a voice on. It touches on so many in depth things of discovery and self awareness, that I wasn’t expecting a movie about Barbie to give me all these realizations. I knew I’d feel empowered, but I didn’t expect to be psycho analyzing myself with so much love and healing my inner child in the process.

There are pretty people who feel insecure, there are unusual people (example Weird Barbie) that have more confidence and drive, because of the hard things they’ve been through. Then there are people who feel lost and alone, doing the best they can. At the end of the day though, we’re all just trying to figure this life out. I think Barbie really set the bar for reaching everyone.

Weird Barbie was everything! Perfect adaptation and need in this film for sure. How her journey of the uncomfortable, gave light to Barbie finding true meaning, and let’s be real we learn so much during those weird wacky times, where nothing seems to make sense.

There was one special scene that really got me the most in this film and it was the scene with the old lady and Barbie at the bus stop. If you haven’t seen it yet, absorb that part so much. It brought me to tears, but it all makes sense for what beauty really is.

This film is packed with so much, that I could probably write a novel on self development alone, but I also want you to take away from what I wrote a sense of wonder, discovery, and magic. Margot and Ryan were so insanely adorable and cute, that if you didn’t love them before, you definitely will now. Everyone can see this film. It’s great for kids to adults. There’s no vulgar, propaganda pushing, or bias dialogue. It’s what I think the world needed right now. To address all those critics out there raging hate on this movie, y’all are ridiculous and you might want to take a good hard look at yourselves, if you feel any sort of attacked. It clearly did no such thing. It was real. The scenery, casting, and writing were very pristine. It’s a very big eye opener of a film on many levels and I hope you take away something wonderful from it, as you should! You’ll be Barbie enlightened for sure and there’s no better way to be.

Happy Filming 💖

[lavienbleuuu]

You’re not meant to have it all figured out.

I sometimes feel like I can sit and write forever about absolutely nothing. I can talk forever about nonsense, things that don’t really matter, but only matter so much. I often ask myself why I like writing so much, and it’s usually this love for the ability to put your thoughts out there, and share a certain message with people, that you think is so important. And I believe, it makes me happiest when I’m able to feel as if I’m working towards reaching my full potential in the sense of the creativity of my mind, and passion inside my soul.

Do what you love, and really commit to it, even if you’re not so sure about it.

And what I enjoy so much is that I don’t know whether I’m even good at it or not, but maybe that’s the beauty of it. I find most interest in my life whenever I hop on journeys and paths in which I don’t know where they’ll be taking me.

One of content creators, Matt D’avella, talks about how one’s life depends on the number of risks they take, and that essentially affects how boring or interesting it is. That, if your life feels so boring, maybe it’s because you stay too much inside your comfort zones, in the boxes that people put you in. But he also touches on the idea that you need to take strategic risks, because your life is at stake. Meaning that, you shouldn’t really have a “YOLO” mentality, but also do “YOLO” things.

So, what if it doesn’t make sense to people why you’re doing it. So, what if you’re not that good at it. If you stop now then you’ll never really know how potentially well you could have been at it, so why not try and be good — as long as you’re enjoying it.

Consequences of failure

We have become so afraid of failure, that it almost limits us from living the life we truly want. But so, what if you fail? Really sit back and think about the worst-case scenario in your leap of faith, is it really all that bad?

Whenever I have a race, I always get unconsciously super nervous, but I have learned a greatly effective way in dealing with it, that I also began using in real life situations.

I start to think about what I’m really afraid of, and I envision the worst-case scenarios in my head, and how I would react to them. After a while of doing this, I became almost immune to my nervousness. The worst-case scenario almost became a friend, and I wasn’t so afraid of it after all. I noticed how I’m not really the main character. That, things are actually happening to everyone, and everyone is dealing with them. So, what makes me so different? In accepting that you’re not alone, you become far more confident within yourself and any situation at hand.

Situations and things, life and its great mystery

You can sit there for hours, days, years, questioning why this specific thing happened, and if only it hadn’t‎, or did, then how differently your life would have been. But questioning won’t really change anything, except for make you more stressed out. The thoughts of what could’ve been will trouble your days and maybe even haunt you forever.

It can be a real struggle, to move on, and try to learn from the whole situation. It takes lots of time to even realize that it was such a small little bump in the grand scheme of things, that it really wasn’t as big of a deal you though it was, in that moment. How does one truly find it though? That certainty in knowing that you will get over this, that it did happen for a reason, that you will move on to bigger things. How do you, in that moment, guarantee so much control in your mind, in knowing that everything is and will be okay?

People have their different ways of responding to things, for some it’s meditating, for others it’s journaling, or music, or exercise; But we all know that, in that moment, in the depth of despair, in the heat of it all, your mind cannot comprehend a single thought at once.

“Your anger is the part of you that knows your mistreatment and abuse are unacceptable. Your anger knows you deserve to be treated well, and with kindness. Your anger is a part of you that loves you.” — Lyndsey Gallant

Becoming okay with anything and everything

The truth lies not in your good days only, but in practicing your response to everything within day-to-day life. This means finding true meaning, and value in creating peace within yourself. In accepting your situation as is, and loving it for what it is, because everything that you have been through, every stage that life put you through, has shaped who you are.

The way to practice it is by practicing being alone and enjoying it. Being okay with sitting with your thoughts, for long periods of time. Accepting who you are fully, and truly fall in love with your life.

“You’re not stuck. You’re just committed to certain patterns of behavior because they helped you in the past. Now those behaviors have become more harmful than helpful. The reason why you can’t move forward is because you keep applying old formula to a new level in your life. Change the formula to get a different result.” — Emily Maroutian

Stop longing for the perfect life, because life isn’t meant to be perfect!

You won’t get anything out of a happy, fulfilling life. Even though we all aspire for that, if we were to have it, we would still complain. It is in our human nature, to not be fully satisfied with anything. In truly understanding that, you’re able to balance your state of emotions. Learning how to not get too ecstatic on the highs, nor too frustrated at the lows, because you have faith that there will always be a hint of suffering within every state of joy. Eventually, you’ll find stability, a homeostasis between all emotions.

It seems as if we all have hope for a certain life, and maybe this is truer for teenagers. But, at that stage in life, maybe in the stage of “I think I know it all but really I have no idea what it all is”, we have so much hope. Hope for a better life, for individuality, for independence, a life without one controlling, but us. And what’s funny is that, when we do have that, we always tend to reminisce the days when we didn’t. And this goes back to saying that we will never be fully satisfied. So, why worry about it in the first place? Maybe the perfect life is just the one we’re living in, the things that happen are meant for us and only us, because there’s no other way it could’ve been.

Be grateful for all the pain and suffering you went through.

Pain builds character. Pain makes us stronger. It defines us. Truly, makes us who we are. One can never go through the highs, feeling as good as they do, without having been through the lowest of lows. And with time, we only learn more and more how to deal with things.

Learn to be okay with everything… that nothing can really bother you. Not everything happens for a reason, but everything does happen for a reason. That doesn’t mean that we can sit there, do nothing, and say that everything happens for a reason. But rather, live life, thoroughly, with all that we can do, and all that we’re capable of doing, and when things happen, move on, because they were meant to happen, to teach you a lesson. Sit with your pain, and let it be. Let it open new doors in your life and help you create wonderful attributes in you that you never knew were possible.

I feel the pain.

But I transform it.

Into colors

Into poems

Into prayers

Into songs

Into dance

Into a portal

To return

Home. — note to self

[peachoni]

To the years ahead

⏤ an: i'm so sorry but i cannot get the thought of billy as a soon to be father out of my head. this is also my first time writing so be kind pls :’))

⏤ warnings: fluff, pregnancy, suggestive themes at the end (pls lmk if i missed anything!) ⏤ pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader ⏤ wordcount: 859 words (just a drabble)

It was a beautiful day. Sunny, not to cold, not too warm. Perfect in your eyes. With the pregnancy, you always found yourself waking up at 9:00am on the dot 100% of the time. Billy took note of this, being VERY attentive to you all throughout the pregnancy. Going out to pick up food for your ridiculous cravings, hormonal shifts, and constant worry about not only being a first time mom, but also pretty young parents. You had both graduated and have stable jobs, with plans to get married very soon. Your parents advised you against it but you knew that Billy was the only man for you.

Billy slowly and quietly snuck out of bed around 8:30am to make breakfast for you, knowing you have been struggling with the pregnancy lately. Once he finished cooking, he placed it all on a tray and walked upstairs with it. He carefully place the tray on the dresser an arms reach away from the bed so you were able to reach it without getting up once you awoke. Billy walked to the room that you two had planned to make the nursery and he looked around. He smiled softly as he found the crib and he tried to keep quiet to start some progress on the room. You were now 17 weeks into your pregnancy, a stone throw away from finally knowing the gender. Billy knew you were very excited for your scheduled doctors appointment to find out the gender. Billy wanted a boy of course but he would be ecstatic either way. Your envisions of the room was beautiful. You and Billy have had SEVERAL late night talks about your visions for the baby's room, mainly your ideas but Billy just loved seeing you so happy.

You soon awoke to the sun beaming in your eyes subtly, but enough to help you wake up. You smelled the food and you looked to the side, a wide smile coming to your face as you swung your legs over the side of the bed, grabbing the tray and sitting it in front of you on the bed. It wasn't much food, it was just enough. You loved that he always took notice of the little things. Last night, you picked at your dinner, the amount of food just too much sometimes. It took you around 15 minutes to eat before you carefully got up, walking to the bathroom to wash up. You smiled softly once you got to the hall, the sounds of Metallica softly playing. You peeked into the nursery and laughed a little as you watched Billy sigh in frustration as he built the crib. You knocked twice, causing Billy to whip his head up to the door and laugh as you walked in. Billy immediately rose to his feet and he hugged you lovingly. "Morning sweetheart." He said softly before kissing the top of your head, peeling away a little and rubbing your growing stomach. "How d'ya feel?" he asked before you nodded and looked up at him. "I'm doing okay. Thank you for the breakfast." you told him before kissing him softly. Billy obviously returned the kiss, it was soft but full of passion and love.

You pulled away after a bit before rubbing your stomach and looking down at the half assembled crib. "You having fun with that?" you asked sarcastically and he rolled his eyes before sitting back down and looking at the crib. "Oh haha you're so funny Y/N. But yes. I am having loads of fun." he replied and you laughed before carefully pulling the rocking chair behind him and you sat in it, placing your hands on Billy's shoulders. He hummed softly at your touch as your hands slowly made it to his hair. You laughed a little as you carefully pulled on it which made him grab your wrists gently, leaning back to look up at you. "That is a dangerous game you're playing there baby." He warned which made you look up in thought before shrugging, leaning down to get close to his face. "I think that's a risk I'm willing to take." you whispered which made Billy laugh. "God what am I gonna do with you." he whispered. You watched Billy assemble the crib, playing with his hair as he did so. After a few minutes, you tugged his hair again which made Billy drop the tool that was in his hand. Billy glanced back at you before laughing softly and shaking his head. "Mmm? What's wrong daddy? Can't handle some innocent hair pulling? I mean you do it to me all the time so surely you can get through it." You whispered and Billy scoffed, staying quiet for a few moments before looking back at you. "Now what I want you to do... Just sit there and look pretty till I finish this then we can take this to the bedroom, yeah?" he told you before turning his focus back to the crib. His reaction caused a laugh to erupt from you, knowing that you have this amazing man all to yourself couldn’t have made you any happier.

[earth-empress-readings]

✨🖤 Shadow Reading 🖤🌙 Pick a Card ⭐️

Shadow work is exploring your unconscious, suppressed, or uncomfortable parts of yourself that you would usually run away from, ignore, or aren’t aware of entirely. The purpose of this reading it to help you get some idea of where to start. I hope this helps you.

Take a moment to relax, breath, and calm your mind before letting yourself be drawn to a card.

From top left to bottom right the cards are ordered 1-4

#1 Let Go

🖤🧹 Enter the darkness and release what needs releasing. Shadow work is uncovering what’s been hidden in the dark, what we’ve been avoiding for the sake of comfort… but this hinders our growth. There’s plenty of frightening feelings to encounter in the dark recesses of our being, yes. Plenty of painful memories as well. But also there’s beauty, hidden talents and gifts waiting to be discovered by you. You must be open to the unknown and face any feelings or memories of guilt, shame, resentment and regret. Once you are staring at your traumas, seeing them for what they are you can now heal what needs healing, clear away what you no longer need, sweep away old patterns of thinking that only serve to hinder your growth, and make way for something new and positive. This was the only reading to have two cards come out. And it’s the only reading without a specific issue, I believe this indicates you have more than a few repressed traumas and feelings that you aren’t aware of. As well as I get the feeling some of you do know but are holding on to them so tight, maybe you’re afraid of letting go, or you maybe the memories won’t let you go. Your shadow work is about facing your demons, getting those skeletons out of your closet, and also discovering more about yourself. It’s about you cleaning and clearing!! Not just spiritually and mentally, but physically as well!! In your home, de cluttering your home, and any other aspects in your life that need changing. A old job that makes you miserable?! A toxic or unfulfilling relationship!? Bad habits that make you feel sick!? It’s time to release the old, journey into the darkness of yourself, and come out anew!! 🌱

#2 Cry

🩸Someone break your heart!? Still suffering!? Someone betray you!? And you’ve never let it go!? There’s a comfort in holding onto the pain of what someone’s done to us, there’s a sense of peace in hating someone for hurting you, leaving you… broken and full of heartache. It’s okay to shed tears, it’s okay to let yourself feel that anguish. For some of you this heartache isn’t about a person who’s wronged you, for some of you it’s about loss… Some of you have lost someone dear to you and you may be grieving heavily, May blame yourself, the world, or god. Your shadow work is to free yourself of this pain. Letting go is not easy by any means. It’s not easy to let go of someone we loved, cared for, depended on, and planned our future with. We intertwine our destinies with people we love, and when they are taken from us, when they leave. We feel abandoned and have to erase the connection we had with them if we’ve broken up, and rewrite the future we envisioned with them. Everything reminds us, everything hurts us, Your world is no longer your world anymore and you’re miserable. But it’s okay, cry and accept this is your present!! Do not look backwards at what used to be and realize what is now, be in the moment and those tears will dry, as you’ve shed your last tear for this person/situation that you will shed. And you’ll look back and it won’t be something that haunts you any longer 🌤

#3 Goddess

🌹 It’s time for you to truly see yourself for who you really are, and goddess Freya is going to help you with it. Freya is the Norse goddess of Love and War!! She’s assisting you with your journey into loving yourself like the god/goddess you truly are. Your self worth may have been something you’ve struggled with for a long time. You may have struggled with feelings of guilt or shame, or like you aren’t deserving of love, abundance, or happiness. Or maybe you think someone like you just could never have such things. This is a call for you to embrace all that life has to give you. Open up and let yourself have all that you are deserving of. Like her symbol, honey!! It’s suggested you taste the sweetness of the world. Know that Freya is a powerful goddess!! Reminding you of your own power, reminding you that you do have the strength to win your battles and war!! Connect to your wildness, be true to your heart and know what your essence is divine!! 🌙

#4 Shine

🦜 Are you a little bit of a misfit!? Miss understood or you feel like others may not understand or accept you if you are truly yourself. Maybe you’ve experienced bullying in the past or still are and it’s affected you to the point where you have hidden who you are. You may have a distinctive birth mark or feature that sets you apart from your peers. I get the sense that something about you is different, physically, mentally, or just your interests/hobbies. Spirit is saying that you’re beautifully unique and there’s nothing wrong with you. Your shadow work is about accepting yourself or not worrying about being accepted by others. Know that you were the way you are for a reason. You’re not weird, but even if you are. Who wants to be normal anyways!? Makes you all the more interesting. It’s your time to stop filtering yourself, to stop dimming your light and let yourself shine!! Show all your colors, you have beautiful feathers!! Spread them and fly!! You don’t have to be caged, the door is open. You don’t have to be like anyone else 🌈

[weirdkpopgirl]

Self-Harm | Dream Reaction #1 (maknae line)

Reaction: When they find out their gf self-harms (maknae line)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mention of mental health issues, self-harm, dark thoughts

Word Count: 2396

Author’s Note: Surprisingly, I finished the part for the maknae-line today. These were a lot more emotional than I had envisioned them to be. I want to warn you that the stories I wrote for Jaemin and Jisung are particularly dark. Please don’t read this if you feel uncomfortable. Thank you for the support I got from my previous post!

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JAEMIN

He didn’t know for a long time. The boy had been so distracted by his adoration for you. So when he finally found out you were intentionally hurting yourself…he was devastated.

Jaemin happened to be walking by the bathroom when he heard someone crying. Immediately he was concerned when he recognized that it was you. He felt a lump in his throat as your heartbroken sobs flooded his ears. Not wanting to alarm you by abruptly barging in, Jaemin cautiously knocked on the door.

“(Y/n)-ah.” Only your name left his lips, unsure of what the appropriate thing was to say. He didn’t want to ask you if you were okay when it was clear that you weren’t.

The crying stopped in an instant. A stifling silence filled the void. Only when Jaemin pressed his ear to the door did he hear your panicked breaths. Hesitantly, he placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Jagiya. I’m going to come in, okay?”

He paused for a few seconds, before proceeding to open the bathroom door. His eyes widened when he saw you, sitting against the wall with a razor blade. The shiny knife was clean. But there were dark red splotches that covered your left hand.

His eyes met your watery ones with a faint redness below the lashline. Jaemin could recall one other time when he had seen you cry. It had been when he had given you a custom-made photo album with all the photos he had taken of you and him together. You tried to hold it in. But as you continued to look through the pages filled with photos and cute notes here and there, tears slowly streamed down your cheeks.

Though the situation was different from now, Jaemin still couldn’t help but think that you looked beautiful even when crying. It probably wasn’t the best thought to have, and he certainly hated seeing you cry just as much as he admired it. But it was a rare show of emotion that you chose to show to him. With that in mind, he remembered falling for you harder.

Once Jaemin saw what was going on, he calmly took out the first aid kit and sat down in front of you to clean your self-inflicted wounds. You watched him with an empty gaze. More than anything, you hated that Jaemin had to see you at your worst. But you were too tired and broken to fight back or say anything.

He gently placed your arm on his lap after he had finished bandaging it. With a sigh, he looked at you once again.

“How long?”

Avoiding his gaze you replied, “Since before we met.”

“Can you…” Jaemin struggled with his words, “Can you at least tell me why?”

It took you a few minutes to gather yourself together, and determine whether being honest was the best decision. Of course, you should. You hid such a terrible secret from your boyfriend, who you’ve been dating for almost a year now. He deserved to know the reason.

“It’s not because of you,” You spoke quietly. You needed to make sure he understood that before you said anything else.

Slowly, you explained to him your history with self-harm, and how you became like this. The fact that you were telling him all this left an unsettling feeling of terror in your stomach. But Jaemin listened patiently and carefully throughout the whole thing.

It hurt him to know that you had gone through so much. You had been suffering all alone, for so long. All he wanted to do was to wrap you in his arms. Which is exactly what he did, after you had finished talking.

He held you in his embrace for a long time. It was probably the most comfortable feeling in the world. Eventually, the boy would pull away. But only to press his lips against yours in a kiss that would melt the heart of any girl. He would then proceed to carry you, bridal style to the living room.

Cradling you in his arms he would say, “Thank you for telling me. I know it wasn’t easy.”

“You’re not going to leave me?” Your question only made him place a kiss on your forehead.

“Why would I? Now I just have to show my girlfriend how strong, smart, and beautiful she is until she believes it.” He booped your nose, earning a giggle from you.

If you didn’t think Jaemin could get any more affectionate than he already was, you were wrong. Your days were filled with kisses and cuddles from the boy. He never overdid it. But how could you complain if he did?

On a serious note, he also made sure to remove all sharp objects from your house. He didn’t want to leave that risk of you hurting yourself again. He wanted you to know that he would always be at your side, whether you were happy or sad.

Witnessing how sincere and motivated Jaemin was to see you healthy again, changed you. You would always carry the trauma and the depression may not ever go away. But the strong love you shared was almost overpowering. Na Jaemin made you want to get better.

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CHENLE

A deep sigh left him as he observed you from the kitchen doorway. Renjun had been the one who lost at rock-paper-scissors for the person who had to the dishes. Although you and Jaemin had cooked dinner for the Dreamies, you felt guilty for leaving a sulky Renjun to clean up after the boys. So you helped Renjun with washing the dishes while he dried them. Chenle loved how kindhearted you were. But he didn’t like the way Renjun made you smile and laugh. Stupid jealousy.

Trying to look for a reason to interrupt the two of you, Chenle noticed your shirt sleeves were getting wet from dishwater. This puzzled the boy because he knew that you were typically neat, and the cream-colored cardigan you were wearing was one that you particularly favored.

You nearly jumped when your boyfriend came up next to you. You swore he just appeared out of nowhere.

“Baby, you’re so silly. Why don’t you roll up your sleeves so they don’t get wet?”

“Chenle—” your face paled when the boy reached for your sleeves and began to roll them up.

Afraid to get water everywhere, you hesitated before trying to move away. But you were too late. Any sense of cheerfulness was gone. Both of the boys’ eyes widened in alarm when they got a glimpse of the nearly fresh cuts that covered your forearm. Little did they know that was only a fraction of the damage you had put on your body.

“(Y/n)-ah these are…” Renjun’s voice trailed off. Then he shook his head and quickly dried his hands with a towel. “We should…we should dress your wounds.”

Immediately Chenle removed the plate from your hand and put it in the sink. You weakly tried to stop him, only to be ignored. Chenle pulled you into his bedroom, and Renjun followed after he brought in the first-aid kit.

Chenle had you sit down at the foot of his bed, and sat beside you. As Renjun took out the medical supplies, your boyfriend gestured to your sweater.

“Take it off.”

The sternness in his voice was a tone you had never heard from him before. Nonetheless, you obeyed and peeled off the cardigan you were using to conceal the cuts. Chenle let Renjun tend to your wounds. He watched as you bit your lip when Renjun started to clean them.

No words were shared among the three of you. Even though you still had a plain white shirt on, you still felt exposed. The two people that you cared about the most discovered your secret. What would happen now? Would they leave?

Chenle saw the tears that threatened to fall. He wanted so badly to comfort you and tell you not to cry. He was scared that you would break if he touched you. That was the last thing he wanted.

Also, he was still trying to process everything himself. What were you going through to drive you to do something like that to yourself? Apart from him was hurt that you never said anything to him.

“Can you please leave us alone?” Chenle asked when Renjun had finished. He didn’t look at him, only focusing his gaze on you.

A nod of understanding came from Renjun as he stood up and closed the first-aid kit. He made sure to give you a gentle but brotherly squeeze on your shoulder before he left. It was his way of saying, “We’re here for you.”

“I was going to tell you,” You said after several moments of sitting in silence. “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way.”

“Will you talk to me now?”

You stared at him momentarily, lips quivering and hands trembling. You were a bubble that was about to pop any second now. But when he placed his warm hands on top of yours, you began to calm down.

“I just…more than anything…I hate myself,” You said after taking a deep breath. “I always have.”

Without any doubt, Chenle would take you in his arms. The hug was different from the playful ones you exchanged. This embrace carried so much more emotion.

He would say with a lighthearted chuckle, “Silly. How could you not like yourself?”

“I’m sorry too,” he would tell you earnestly. “I had no idea you felt this way.”

The two of you would have a long talk about this issue. In the end, Chenle would stop playing around as much and be more attentive to you. Since the only other person who knew about this was Renjun, the boy would often ask the elder for advice. Eventually, you would become healthier and that would make Chenle so happy.

Because it meant the girl he loved was also happy.

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JISUNG

All Jisung remembered was hearing you slam the door of your apartment, kicking off your shoes and storming into your bedroom. You didn’t even hear him call your name. Having never seen you in such an unnerved state, Jisung was quick to be apprehensive.

The distressed boy tried to think about what had upset you. At first, he was worried that he had done something to make you mad. But Jisung couldn’t recall if he had done anything. He remembered texting you that he was coming over to your place after his schedule. Earlier, you told him you wouldn’t be home until later because you were visiting your mom.

Jisung knew that you didn’t have the best relationship with your mother. Though you typically held in your true feelings from him, he could sense that she had hurt you a lot more than you let on. But he wasn’t the best at approaching a serious topic like this. Especially because you refrained from talking about what was bothering you.

Your vision was blurry. But you still managed to have a firm grip on the sharpener blade in your hand. Without hesitation you angrily sliced the blade across your arm, leaving a clean cut that was quick to bleed. Another cut that would turn into a scar, just like the dozen of others on your skin.

You made the motion to slash another below the new one. But you were interrupted by the sense of someone’s presence in the room. Clenching your fists, you dared to turn your head and met a frightened Jisung.

“Jagiya…”

He staggered into the room and fell to his knees beside you. With shaky hands, he pulled the sharp object out of your grip and dropped it at a distance far enough from the both of you.

Through tears, he would take your arm. “Why did you—gosh you’re bleeding so much!”

Jisung paused and assessed the situation once more. He needed to calm down and think rationally. After taking a single deep breath, he stood up and got a towel to clean the blood off your arm. Jisung tried his best to clean your cut without hurting you too much.

As he carefully wrapped a bandage, Jisung felt a tear fall onto his hand. He glanced up at you and reached to catch the second one before it dropped. “What...what happened?"

“My mom and I had an argument,” you confessed. It had taken you a few moments to pull yourself together and talk without crying. But you failed in the end.

“And I just…I’ve been trying…my entire life- I’ve worked so hard to make my mom proud of me. To get my mom to love me.”

Your words that you had spoken in such a painful tone broke Jisung. He had never seen you look so shattered.

But you were. You were nothing but a pitiful little girl who has been manipulated and gaslighted her entire life. You were broken. You were destroyed. You were dying. Every bad memory, every insult your mom had thrown at you, everything was piling up. It was killing you.

You had tried so hard to hold it in. So many times you had lied to Jisung that you were fine. That there was nothing wrong. All you wanted to do was run away and hide from the world. But you were so tired of pretending to be okay.

In the next moment, you found yourself engulfed in your boyfriend’s warm embrace.

“It’s okay. Let it out (Y/n)-ah,” he whispered, gently patting your back.

As if he had pushed some button, the waterworks burst. That day you cried your heart out. At some point, you realized that Jisung had begun crying too. All this time you had been suffering alone. There were so many signs that he had overlooked. So many regrets filled the both of you.

Believe it or not, this moment where you were finally emotionally vulnerable with him was what the two of you had needed. It brought you closer together and made you realize how much Jisung cared about you. All your problems didn’t magically disappear. And Jisung knew that he couldn’t make them go away so simply.

But you had him, and he had you. That was enough. It had to be.

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hyung-line

[amistytown]

Power Over Me (Leviathan x GN!MC)

Leviathan x GN!MC as Lord of Shadow and Henry; MC is referred to as Henry but remains gender-neutral. I enjoy the TSL lore in Obey Me and wanted to write a bit for it. I initially had an alternate ending in mind, but I decided to save it for another idea I might write at some point. Tried to keep Levi in character while giving him and the story a slightly different feel since it takes place in a fantasy world. Also listened to Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy on repeat while I wrote this so chose to title it accordingly. Hopefully, it turned out all right. Trigger warning for mentions of blood and self-deprecating thoughts. Mostly some angst with fluff. As always, sorry for the typos that I may have missed, and thank you to everyone who takes the time to read. I appreciate it!

Lightning illuminates the throne room, the Lord of Shadow watching the rain batter the windows, gaze sullen. A storm rages outside, mirroring the flood of emotion bursting forth to drown him in misery. Though he can only hold himself accountable, allowing his envy to fester and take possession of his heart in a moment of weakness. He regrets the letters he frantically wrote in his jealously, the heated words exchanged between you, and your pain forever engrained into the parchment, the ink smudged by your tears, which now lay in pieces at his feet. He considered to make the journey to you, begging for your forgiveness, but he knows he’s undeserving. Instead, he mourns the loss of your friendship, the loneliness left in its wake burning him from the inside out as he cries into his hands, his tortured sobs lost to the thunder roaring above.

The doors swing open, light spilling in from the hall. He recoils at the intrusion, anger welling and threatening to spill over, his patience worn thin. A growl dies in his throat, eyes widening at the vision before him, so beautiful and precious his entire being aches with longing. Slowly, he takes in the sight of you, engraving every detail into his memory. Your windswept hair and the raindrops trickling down your face, clinging to your lashes and following the curve of your lips as you smile sweetly at him, staggering into his arms.

“Henry,” he whispers into the nape of your neck, daring to embrace you and revel in the feel of your body against his; your skin cool and soft, and your scent rich, intoxicating him. He’s certain he’s not worthy of your compassion, yet he can’t bear to turn you away, selfishly clinging to you and delighting in the fact you lean into him, your arms winding around his waist to pull him closer. My Henry, he thinks, tightening his grip, afraid he’ll lose you again if he’s not careful. “I’m sorry. I’m so so—”

You grow limp, legs buckling under your weight.

Fear engulfs him, heart lurching as he supports you, catching your hand in his. “Henry?” he whimpers, noticing how your chest heaves with each breath, and the way your brows knit in discomfort, a low groan slipping past clenched teeth. “Henry! What’s wrong? Tell me, please.”

“I ran into a bit of trouble on the way here,” you manage, laughing pitifully. “I didn’t realize . . .” Your fingers fumble to unclasp your cloak, and he swallows thickly at way lay beneath. Blood soaks your blouse—a sickening shade of red—the fabric sticking to your back.

“You didn’t realize?” he cries, incredulous. “Henry—”

“I just wanted to see you.” Your voice wavers, head lolling to the side. He calls to you, shaking you by the shoulders, desperate to keep you beside him. However, your eyes close, grief overtaking him when they don’t reopen.

“You’ll be okay,” he reassures, robes billowing around his ankles as he rushes down the corridor, gently cradling you to him. Guilt plagues him, reminding him how pathetic he is, especially for hurting you and putting your life at risk; how could he act so recklessly. You’re the light to his darkness, breathing life into his world, and he can’t accept losing you—his happiness—your love dispelling the shadows that once consumed him. He never knew a truer friend, and he’s positive there’s no one else who could play such an important role—you’re irreplaceable. There’s plenty of time to atone for his sins, tonight he needs to make sure you live to see the morning.

“I’ll take care of you, Henry. I promise.”

Time comes to an agonizing standstill.

The Lord of Shadow remains at your side, hoping and praying you don’t succumb to your wounds. He watches you closely, frequently checking your pulse and finding comfort in the steady beat of your heart while you sleep, looking deceivingly peaceful in his bed. His focus is on you, never straying from his true friend’s wellbeing despite his inner turmoil, which threatens to tear him apart at the seams. You keep him together, and again he’s at your mercy, owing you his life for all you’ve given him—his hero—his Henry. He hurt you, but you came to him and offered him forgiveness, willing to sacrifice yourself to save your friendship. How can you care about him with such ferocity, a brooding reclusive lord who’s unworthy of his title? No matter the days spent apart, you return to him, accepting him into your life without hesitance, and he can’t help welcoming you back with open arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he mutters. “I’m terrible. A worthless—”

“You’re not.”

For an excruciating second, he wonders if he imagined the glorious sound of your voice, and an anguished sob escapes him, tears clouding his vision. You stare up at him, eyes heavy with sleep, and a lazy smile on your lips. He’s dreaming, he reasons, shaking his head in disbelief. Then your hand is in his, familiar and warm; he shivers at your touch.

Gasping, he pulls away. “Y-you . . .”

“Forgive me,” you say, so understanding—so sweet—your kindness unfathomable. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“N-no,” he stammers, head spinning. “I’m sorry.” Tentatively, he reaches for your hand, fingers quivering as he entwines them with yours. “I’m sorry.” His tears come faster and harder, shamefully hot on his cheeks. He’s unable to articulate how sorry he is or how his very soul painfully throbs at the thought of hurting you—losing you—wishing he could turn back the clock. “For everything.”

You give his hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay,” you soothe. “I’m sorry, too.” Sitting upright, the blanket bunches at your waist, and he can see where the bandages peek out from beneath your shirt, the skin bruised, making him wince. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’m the reason you’re hurt,” he chokes out, averting his gaze. “It’s the least I can do.”

“It’s not your fault.”

You’re wrong, he wants to say; however, he refrains.

“I don’t blame you,” you continue. “Look at me, please?”

He shouldn’t. Surely, he looks foolish, a mere hostage to his emotions. Nevertheless, he spares you a glance, wondering why you regard him so kindly—lovingly even—causing his heart to flutter.

“It’s not your fault.”

Not his fault? His mind tells him differently; it’s a sea of dread and uncertainty that washes over him in waves, dragging him under. The sincerity of your words is difficult to ignore, and, in that instance, he decides to trust you, finally breaking the surface. “Henry,” he murmurs, hugging you to him, arms wrapping around you protectively as if to shield you from the world. His tears wet your hair, body trembling, and you hold him, letting him come undone in your embrace.

“I wanted to see you,” you say, setting him alight. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you suffering on your own.”

“Henry—”

“I know you’re struggling. It’s okay. I’m here.” You rub his back, resting your head on his chest. “I’ll always come when you call.”

“You’re the truest of friends, Henry. I fear I’m not worthy . . .”

“Of course, you are. I’ve never known a truer friend than you, my lord.”

“I can’t help worrying someone will steal you away. It’s selfish of me, I know. Though I feel so inferior in comparison. Sometimes I think you’re better off without me.” When he learned you met with the Lord of Corruption, his insecurities grew, fanning the flames of his envy. Why choose him over his brother? The Lord of Corruption could provide you with more than he can give. The rest of his brothers, too; they could care for you—protect you—unlike him. You’re here with him though, leaving his brother behind at a moment’s notice, and you did come when he called, eager to please. He wants to return the sentiment. “I can’t articulate how important you are to me. I . . . you’re so special, Henry.”

“No. No one compares to you.” Your praise captivates him. “All I ask is for you to trust me. Talk to me so I can help you. I accept you, all of you, and that’s not going to change. I love you as you are.”

“Love me?” he breathes.

“Yes, I love you.”

A simple but genuine vow of love. He stills, terrified he’ll faint in your arms as he hides his face, heart racing. The cynical part of him says it’s too good to be true, but he knows better—he knows you. He’s envisioned this moment, and it’s far sweeter than his fantasies, your love a beautiful feeling that sweeps him off his feet.

“Have you slept?”

He sighs, mouth unbearably dry. “No.”

“Come to bed. You should rest.”

“Henry! W-with you?”

“You say that as if it’s the first time we’ve shared a bed,” you tease.

“You’ll be the death of me.” Although he complains, the bed dips beneath his weight as he settles beside you, reaching for your hand. “Is this, okay?”

“It is.” Shifting onto your side, your hand tightens around his, a flicker of pain twisting your features.

He tenses, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“I’m all right. Better, thanks to you.”

He can see the exhaustion in your eyes, the dark circles beneath them, and the stiffness of your movements, betraying the smile you wear for him.

“Who hurt you?” he asks.

“No one you need to worry about. Not now.”

Unsurprising. You’re his Henry, besting him and his brothers on multiple occasions; anyone who chose to challenge you is a fool. Yet, your blood flowing freely, covering his hands—the ungodly stench—stayed with him. He clearly recalls your lifeless body, and how the color drained from your face, the heaviness of his heart breaking when he believed he lost you twice in one day. You looked so fragile then and do now, trusting him at your most vulnerable. Hatred for the one who dared to harm you runs deep and for himself for not protecting the one he loves.

“I thought I lost you,” he admits, inhaling sharply. “I-I . . .”

“You didn’t. You won’t.” You catch his tears as they fall. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you, too.” His declaration is quick and clumsy but true; he’s loved you for so long.

Caging you in his arms, he hovers over you, peering down at you shyly. His body shakes with every beat of his heart, ears ringing, but he admires you, gaze affectionate and a light blush dusting your cheeks. He’s scared. He’s scared of losing you most of all, trying to muster half the courage he knows you possess. “I love you, Henry,” he says softly, clutching your hand, his lifeline. Closing the distance between you, he catches your lips in a tender kiss, the magnificence of it sending a rush of blood to his head. He forgets how to breathe, dizzy on the taste of your love, and collapses next to you, questioning if he died and ascended to the heavens. With you by his side the future is much brighter, and, for once, he looks forward to what it brings.

[mypoisonedvine]

Second Chance | dark!Scott Lang x reader

summary: every perfect heist has five stages: identify the score, find your ‘in,’ enter unnoticed, get the score, and leave before anyone knows you were there. scott is good at heists, but not so good at relationships, family, or co-parenting with his ex. but he’s going to do it right this time, by starting a new family with you. he’s going to make sure you stay, by never letting you leave at all.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: noncon, stalking/yandere, breeding kink, overstimulation, kidnapping, innocence/corruption kink?, age gap, pregnancy, lil mention of lactation kink

note: this is set sometime around the plot of ant-man so cassie is still little, no snap/blip, none of that stuff!

Stage 1: Identify the score

Scott loved his daughter, but he hated having to share her with his ex-wife and her new husband.  

The stepdad wasn't a bad guy… annoying, but not dangerous or anything, so Scott figured he should count his blessings.  And Cassie was always a blessing.

But still, this was not the life he has envisioned for himself.  He had always wanted to have a family, and in his mind that had meant actually being with them.  Christmas around the fireplace, ice cream in the park, a dog named Rover— the whole shebang.  Instead he had postcards from vacations he wasn’t invited to, visits supervised by social workers, and far too many missed recitals and games and plays.  He couldn’t make up for time lost, he couldn’t undo everything that had ruined his shot at the picture-perfect family… but he could try again.

That’s where you came in.

Hank had introduced Scott to his new assistant one morning with almost no warning, and he’d been so flustered he almost forgot to shake your hand and greet you.  You had on this little blouse with ruffles that was just too precious, and sparkly gold earrings outshined only by your eyes.  He could imagine you by his side so easily, with gold on your finger to match, playing the part of his beautiful, obedient wife.

You were the perfect mark.  Young: therefore innocent, too trusting, and hopefully plenty fertile.  The fact that you were sweet and smart and adorable was just a bonus.  

It seemed like you had taken a liking to him too, although there was more of a mentor/mentee dynamic than he had originally intended; as if you looked up to him, as opposed to acknowledging the fact that he was single and attractive like you were supposed to.  Thankfully, he had a plan and he knew it was just a matter of time before he was going to get his second chance with you.

Stage 2: Find your ‘in.’

“Is this your card?” he asked, smiling when you nodded excitedly.

"Hey, you're pretty good!" you giggled as he slipped the playing card back into the deck.  "How long have you been doing magic?"

"Uh, not long," he admitted, "I just learned this stuff to impress my daughter."

Your face shifted and he knew he had you.  "Oh my god, that's so sweet!" you beamed.  You were looking at him like you thought he was the most adorable guy in the world, and he tried not to smile too hard because he finally had his in.  "You sound like an incredible dad."

"Well, I try…” he sighed, pulling for your sympathy, “it's tough only having her on weekends and stuff."

“Oh, I can’t even imagine,” you nodded with understanding.  You won’t have to, Scott replied internally.

“Eh, I survive,” he shrugged.  “When you love somebody that much… you take what you can get.”

He glanced away before looking back at you, admiring the puppy-dog eyes you were giving him.  

“You’ll understand someday— assuming you, you know, want kids and all that,” he stammered, testing the waters but breathing a sigh of relief when you grinned.

“Oh, definitely.  I mean, not right now, but definitely someday,” you agreed.  He laughed a little, amused by the way you foolishly believed you would get to decide you would have kids.  He probably would’ve still gone through with his plan even if you’d said you didn’t want any, but it was easier this way and he wanted to make sure his new family had a loving mother to care for them.

And loving was the only way to describe the expression on your face in that moment, presumably as you imagined your picturesque future.  He could only dream that he was somewhere in your fantasy, but it didn’t really matter since he was about to insert himself into your reality regardless.

You waved goodbye when he left the lab that night, not knowing that he was just going to wait in his car for you to leave so he could follow you home.  

Stage 3: Enter unnoticed.

Even though the stake out, like any, should’ve been horrifically boring, Scott found himself excited and oddly… peppy.  It must have been the knowledge that tonight he was going to start the rest of his life, with somebody who wouldn’t— or rather, couldn’t— leave and take his child away.  

At half-past one, when he was confident you were already completely asleep, he made his move.  Breaking into your apartment was disturbingly simple, making him even more glad that he was getting you out of this place: a woman living alone should really have better security.  The next issue was making sure you wouldn’t wake up when he took you.  Thankfully, he had science on his side in the form of a gas he’d stolen from Hank’s lab; it wasn’t dangerous, just something to keep you asleep through being taken to your new home.  All he had to do was pull the pin and roll the canister under your bedroom door, then give it time to clear so he could whisk you away.

There was still a little puff of smoke when he opened your bedroom door, but it didn't affect him— what did have an effect was the sight of you out cold on your bed.  You looked peaceful, innocent… like his perfect little wife, ready for the taking.

He let himself ogle only for a moment at your body exposed by the thin pajamas, running his fingers over your sleeping silhouette.  

You stirred slightly under his touch making him grin.  So sensitive already…

The weight of you in his arms was every he'd dreamed it would be and more.  So much waiting for his new lease on life, for his chance to do things right, and now all that he had to do was carry you home.

Stage 4: Get the score.

He waited for you to wake up, watching from the shadows as you slowly came to and tugged at your restraints.  To be clear, he didn’t enjoy your distress, but he knew it was necessary.  Plus, maybe he could comfort you and that idea excited him more than anything.

“Somebody help me!” you yelped, struggling uselessly against the ropes that secured each of your limbs to the bedposts.

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” Scott finally interjected as he stepped out into the light, your head whipping around to look at him.  You looked relieved, for a moment.

“Scott,” you mumbled, “what are you doing here?  What… what happened?”

“Nothing happened, you’re going to be just fine,” he explained calmly, taking a seat beside you on the bed.  Your brow furrowed and your eyes darted around.

“Where am I?’

“You’re finally home.”

It was clear that you didn't understand quite yet, though the way your eyes darted around and your brow furrowed made it obvious you were starting to get the gist.  "Scott, I… I don't…"

“Shh, hey, it’s okay,” he soothed, reaching up to cradle your face in his hand.  It broke his heart slightly when you tried to turn your head away from his touch, but he was sympathetic to your reticence; it would be trained out of you soon, anyways.  “Just relax, okay?  Everything’s gonna be fine— not just fine: great.”

You shivered slightly and he was about to ask if you were cold, if he could get you a blanket or turn up the heating, but you spoke first.  “What are you gonna do to me?” you asked, hesitant yet stern.

“Well, that depends on how well you behave,” he explained calmly.  

“Will you let me go?”  Your voice was softer, weaker, and it made his chest tighten; he loved you so much he didn’t know what to do with himself sometimes.

You let out a little sob when he shook his head in reply.  “No, baby, I can’t.  You don’t understand… you don’t know what it’s like, having a family and being away from them all the time.  It’s torture; that’s why you’re here.  This time you're not gonna leave me… never gonna let you out of my sights, sweetheart: you or the baby."  

Your whole body tensed up as your eyes went wide, making him chuckle a little.  

"Don't be so scared, you're gonna love it.  I just know you're going to be an amazing mom…"

You tried to kick him away as he ran his hand up your leg, and even though it didn't work at all it still hurt his feelings.  "Baby," he frowned, tutting disapprovingly, "don't be rude… just relax and it'll feel good."

His hand travelled higher, reaching up between your thighs where his finger gently brushed over your swollen bud through your pajama shorts.  He smirked at the way it was clearly already aroused.  

"See?  You're gonna like it, you already want it," he purred.  

His purr became a growl when he slipped two fingers into your panties and found your folds already slick and warm.  He had meant to tease you a bit more but now he couldn’t stop himself from pushing his fingers into you and groaning at the feeling of your walls wrapped tightly around them.  It was obvious that you were enjoying it just by the way your channel tightened and fluttered encouragingly, even if your face was twisted in conflict.

“It’s okay if it feels good,” he reminded you, rubbing his thumb over your clit and grinning when your back arched.  “It’s okay to come.”

You shook your head, mumbling “no,” but it seemed more like you were talking to yourself than to him.  It was sort of inspiring how much you were trying to hold yourself back even when he could feel your pleasure building with every curl of his fingers.  The way you bit down on your lip to hide your moans was admirable but ultimately fruitless, your body jolting and shaking under him.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re so close, just come for me,” he cooed, knowing that you’d be so much more pliant once your first orgasm was out of the way.  

He could see how badly you wanted, and needed, to obey him, but you were still foolishly resisting and trying to squirm away.  In a moment of frustration, he used his free hand to push down on you just below your belly button: it served both to pin you to the bed and to push your spongy g-spot right into the tips of his fingers, making you choke and gurgle as your eyes shot open.

“There it is,” he grinned, “see how good I can make you feel?  Go ahead, sweetheart, make a mess on my fingers…”

It wasn’t much longer until a new wave of wetness seeped from your opening, down around his hand and onto the sheets below, making him laugh a little purely out of pride.

“Fuck, just like that— keep going,” he demanded with a little growl, loving the way you writhed and gasped all for him.  To see you like this was reward enough, but to know that nobody else would ever see you like this again, that you’d be his forever?  It was nearly overwhelming.

He didn’t stop until your whines were too pained to bear— there was a clear difference between overstimulated and genuinely suffering, and his interest laid solidly in the first.  Still, he loved the way you sighed with relief when he slowed down and pulled his fingers from you; already your body was limp and heavy, your eyes blinking slowly.

“Are you tired already?  Baby, we’re just getting started,” he chuckled, standing up to strip quickly.  He wasn’t sure if your shock was from seeing his body or knowing what he was going to do to you next, but it was likely some mixture of the two— definitely plenty of the first with the way your eyes scanned him while he took off his jeans.  He was pretty proud of himself for staying in shape, and every long night at the gym was justified when he saw you swallow nervously at the sight of him.  You had trouble hiding your arousal when your body was tied up and completely exposed to him, aside from the little pajama set that did nothing to hide your hardening nipples.

When he was naked, finally, he climbed onto the bed and slotted himself between your legs, ignoring the way you struggled beneath him to tear off your top.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered under his breath as your chest was finally freed, your tits jiggling a little whenever you tried to squirm away.  “So fucking perfect…”

He grabbed one and held it steady so he could lean down and capture the nipple between his lips, humming when you whined and bucked beneath him.

“These are gonna get bigger when I knock you up, you know,” he smiled happily, looking up at where you were staring back with wide, wild eyes.  “Gonna be full of milk for our little one.”

He moved to the other nipple slowly, circling it with his tongue before finally latching on and sucking it just hard enough to make you yelp slightly.

“Will you let me have a taste too, baby?” he teased, laughing at your expression that tried (and failed) to mask arousal with disgust.

Though he would have to wait to taste your milk, there was another part of you he could taste now— or as soon as he finished kissing his way down your stomach, and quickly ripping and disposing of your little shorts.  

The second he got you naked for him, the smell of your need hit the air and it drove him fucking wild.  Once again, his plans to tease you— kiss your thighs, leave little bite marks on your hips, give the gentlest licks to your swollen button— were lost to his desire, leaving him with no choice but to dive right in and devour you.

It was worth it to see you fall apart for him so quickly, your back arching dramatically as you grabbed the ropes that tied your hands just to have something to hold onto.  He could tell nobody had ever eaten your cunt this good before, because if they had you wouldn’t have gasped so loudly when he pushed his tongue into you.  The lewd slurping sounds that echoed around the basement reminded you both that every sound was trapped, just like you— it scared you more but it turned him on, his cock bobbing up against his abs in a silent beg for stimulation.

But it wasn’t quite time to fuck you.  Close, but not yet.  He needed to taste you at the peak of your pleasure first.

Two fingers pushed slowly into your pulsing channel definitely helped to speed things along: he could hear you getting louder, and feel you getting tighter.  He could even feel your clit throbbing against his tongue, and it only made him want to push you further to the edge.

"I know you're so close honey, just let go," he purred between laps at your swollen bud.  

Clearly you were still worn out from the last orgasm but it made it even easier to make you come this time, even when you were uselessly fighting it.  Your broken little moans made his heart twist, and his cock flex slightly although he was doing his best to ignore it.

You started to relax and go limp, so he pulled back and took a moment to appreciate how lovely you looked, exhausted and blissed-out just from his touch.

"Doing so good for me, sweetheart," he praised huskily.  "I think we've both waited long enough… I'm gonna put my cock in you now."

Your mumbles and heavy breaths almost sounded like you were considering begging him not to again, but apparently you were either too tired or too smart to keep that game up.  He grinned as he scooted forward a bit so he could rub his cock between your swollen, slick lips; the way his thick shaft spread your folds was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait to see how it looked when he pushed into your tight cunt.

He literally couldn't wait: he was already guiding the head to your opening and sliding home.

You whimpered weakly and his head fell back with a groan.  "God, baby, so fucking tight…"

Underneath where his hands rested on your legs, he could feel you struggling again.

"Shh, just take it honey, it's gonna be so good," he assured from between his teeth, jaw tight and heart racing.  As much as slowing down and giving you some time to adjust would be the gentlemanly thing to do, he couldn't find the patience now that he was inside you and it felt so perfect.

When he was finally all the way within you and his hips were flush against yours, you made a little noise like a moan and a sob while he leaned down to cage your body in with his, resting his arms beside your head.  

"See how perfect we are together?  Like we're made for each other," he cooed, pouting a little when a tear fell from your eye.  "Don't cry, baby," he soothed as he wiped it away with his thumb, "everything's finally right.  I'm gonna move now, okay?"

But he didn't wait for your permission before he pulled back and pushed in again, stroking your walls with patience and precision.

Each thrust pushed the head of his cock right into that spongy spot inside you, making you gasp and tug on your restraints a bit— and you looked so beautiful in the throes of pleasure like this, spread out beneath him and your body at his disposal.  But, disposal was the last of his plans for you: he wanted to savor you, make you feel as good as you made him feel (if that was even possible).

So, he did his best to target your most sensitive spots, grinning at your body's obvious reaction.  Occasionally he would rub your clit with his thumb or reach up to play with your tits, but overall he stuck to just appreciating the perfect friction of your channel on the ridges and veins of his cock.

It didn't take much more of that for you to arch your back again, the weak moans that spilled from your lips just as much a sign of your orgasm as the way your inner muscles flexed around him.

"Just like that," he praised under his breath, "fuck, come for me baby…"

Moving faster and with more ferocity, he was able to push you into another one quickly as he grinned down at you. 

"There you go, angel, just keep coming for me, I know you can give me one more—"

"N-no," you stammered, "can't…"

"Yes you can, honey, be my good little girl and come one more time for me," he encouraged, thrusting harder and faster as you whimpered and writhed.  The fluttering of your walls brought his own orgasm close but he staved it off as he fought to get one last glimpse of you at the height of your pleasure.  "There you go," he grinned when he felt your body tense up only to relax all at once, a beautiful broken whine echoing around the room.

The sensation of his balls tightening was always a sign that he was close, but it was much stronger now than normal and he knew he was going to come so hard.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he groaned.  "Gonna fill you up so good that you have to get pregnant."

"Scott, please," you whimpered, "please just pull out."

"I can't, honey, I couldn't if I wanted to— you just feel too good," he explained, thrusting faster as he began to lose his rhythm.  "Fuck, just like that— oh god, baby, I'm coming, fuck!"

He groaned as finally he felt each pump of come paint the deepest parts of you, not stopping until he spilled every drop.

You tried to squirm but he held your hips tight, the little pulses of your walls milking his cock for all it was worth.  "Baby," he sighed as he started to catch his breath, "fuck, you're amazing."

Your sweet little body shivered beneath him, making him frown sympathetically and rub your arms.  

"Aw, honey, are you cold?" he soothed, hugging you tight and giving you a peck on the tip of your nose.  

"Why…" you mumbled, so quiet that he almost didn't hear it, as your eyes fluttered shut.

"It's okay, honey, I'm right here," he promised, "I know you're tired, you can go to sleep now."

Stage 5: Leave before anyone knows you were there.

This one didn’t exactly apply in this case, since nobody was leaving anywhere anytime soon; he was going to stay with you as long as he could, only leaving when work absolutely demanded it.  In fact, his first order of business was to go back to the lab and bring your letter of resignation with him.  With some bargaining he got you to sign it, and once it was done he could barely keep it together at work all day— he just couldn’t wait to get home and be with you again, knowing that the last of the loose ends were tied and nobody was going to come looking for you.

You adjusted to domestic life rather well, especially once you started showing and your maternal instincts started to overpower the independence you used to value.  

"Good morning, angel," he purred against your ear as you stirred in his arms, your movements rustling the sheets of your shared king bed.  He hummed as he ran his hands over your body, resting on your round, swollen belly where he suddenly felt his child kicking underneath.  "Did you feel that?" he gasped.

"Mm-hmm," you mumbled sleepily, cuddling up closer to him and resting your hands on top of his.  "That's our baby."

He kissed your cheek and smiled, trying to comprehend how he ever got so lucky.  After all, second chances are hard to come by.