#if your existence is miserable then mine is so much so I deserve to be dead ok

[kismetconstellations]

"Allura... I love you. I have for a long time. I wanna be your family. Earth can be your home, or-or anywhere you wanna go, it doesn't matter. I would follow you across the universe." "You truly feel that way?" "With all my heart."

Bonus:

[kavehayati]

Jaw dropped what.

[marichive]

𝐖𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

A collection of prompts from Wuthering Heights , by Emily Brontë. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed.

❝ He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ❞

❝ If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger. ❞

❝ Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ❞

❝ I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free. ❞

❝ May you not rest as long as I am living. ❞

❝ You said I killed you--haunt me then. ❞

❝ The murdered do haunt their murderers. ❞

❝ Oh, God! It is unutterable! ❞

❝ If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. ❞

❝ I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ❞

❝ She burned too bright for this world. ❞

❝ Terror made me cruel. ❞

❝ What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? ❞

❝ He's always, always in my mind. ❞

❝ If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave. ❞

❝ I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. ❞

❝ I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas. ❞

❝ You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. ❞

❝ Why did you despise me? ❞

❝ Why did you betray your own heart? ❞

❝ I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. ❞

❝ Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. ❞

❝ You loved me - what right had you to leave me? ❞

❝ I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat! ❞

❝ It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. ❞

❝ It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands. ❞

❝ Honest people don't hide their deeds. ❞

❝ May she wake in torment! ❞

❝ She's a liar to the end! ❞

❝ You said you cared nothing for my sufferings! ❞

❝ Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth. ❞

❝ He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. ❞

❝ He shall never know I love him ❞

❝ A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. ❞

❝ Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies. ❞

❝ You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence. ❞

❝ ❞

❝ Why am I so changed? ❞

❝ I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. ❞

❝ A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself. ❞

❝ Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. ❞

❝ Had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. ❞

❝ You may look incredulous, if you please! ❞

❝ The moment her regard ceased, I could have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood! ❞

❝ If you don't believe me, you don't know me. ❞

❝ I'll be as dirty as I please. ❞

❝ The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. ❞

❝ I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives. ❞

❝ The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. ❞

❝ I’m tired of being enclosed here. ❞

❝ I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be. ❞

❝ That proves I love him better than myself. ❞

❝ How cruel, your veins are full of ice water and mine are boiling. ❞

❝ Existence, after losing her, would be hell. ❞

❝ I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. ❞

❝ She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. ❞

❝ You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you. ❞

❝ How can she love in him what he has not? ❞

❝ Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous. ❞

❝ Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever. ❞

❝ Good words, but deeds must prove it also. ❞

❝ Remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear. ❞

❝ Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? ❞

❝ Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Make the moors never change and you and I never change. ❞

❝ As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire. ❞

❝ It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing. ❞

❝ I never told my love vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears. ❞

❝ He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares! ❞

❝ I have no pity! ❞

❝ It would degrade me to marry him now. ❞

❝ Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me. ❞

❝ In secret pleasure — secret tears, this changeful life has slipped away ❞

❝ Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us. ❞

❝ I begin to fancy you don't like me. ❞

❝ I wish I could hold you 'till we were both dead. ❞

❝ I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? ❞

❝ Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? ❞

❝ Would you like to live with your soul in the grave? ❞

❝ I'm not going to act the lady among you. ❞

❝ You'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life, and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it. ❞

❝ Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. ❞

❝ Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. ❞

❝ Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him? ❞

❝ This lamb of yours threatens like a bull! ❞

❝ I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down. ❞

❝ I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death. ❞

❝ I could not help wishing we were all there safe together. ❞

❝ He’s not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he’s a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man. ❞

[sweetkpopmusings]

miserable (you & me) | h. jisung <3

a/n: jisung unlocks a part of me that is deeply emotional and romantic like ...... i love and cherish him so much :-( i really got in my feels with this one, and i hope you enjoy a glimpse into what i think being loved by jisung is like <3 also yes i gave him my favorite lyric of the song as a treat because his lyrics pull me apart and put me back together every time :,-) pics not mine~

content: angst, happy ending | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none really! | pairing: jisung x gn!reader | requests:open

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“i don’t wanna lose a part of me, you are my heart, you know?”

jisung couldn’t believe he was living out an overplayed scene in every book, movie, song, and tv show ever created. maybe some clichés were just universal experiences. if that were true, staring out blankly at flashing lights on the tarmac after the plane touches the ground must be a rite of passage for every modern human. his body barely registered the number of hours suspended in the air, as his mind only focused on one thing: you. if asked about the music he listened to during the flight, he wouldn’t know how to answer. truthfully, he didn’t listen to anything other than the internal chant of your name mixed with alternate beats of i’m sorry and i wish i said so sooner. 

jisung barely survived the past few weeks. existing with love and heartbreak in one body simultaneously sounds made-up, but that was jisung’s reality after he walked away that night. a reality he created and regretted more than anything.

it was classic. both of you were stressed from too many things going wrong in your lives, and the agitation bled into your conversations and actions. even your facial expressions were tinged with negative emotions not meant for each other. then, as it so often happened, one wrong sentence ruined everything. 

you knew jisung didn’t mean it when he said “if you’re so unhappy every time you see me, then why do you keep inviting me over?” 

but he said it, and you heard it, and it hurt. 

though jisung’s face fell at the sound of his words, all you could think to say was, “i think you should go. you have an early flight tomorrow.”

jisung stood there, mouth open, waiting for words–the right ones–to come out of his mouth. the silence hung in the air for too long. he saw your eyes glistening with tears, and he didn’t want his presence to be the reason the tears fell. again, out of exhaustion and fear of a fight, he said the wrong thing.

“okay, i’ll go.”

jisung’s heart broke when all you replied was, “safe travels.”

neither of you made a promise to see each other after jisung returned. both of you assumed you would see each other as soon as he was back, but both of you feared that the other person wouldn’t want to reunite. somehow words unsaid weighed on both of you more than the misspoken ones. but it felt too late. neither of you knew if continuing the conversation tonight was right, so neither of you said anything. jisung’s plane took him away the next morning, and you couldn’t find the courage to close the distance between you two any time soon.

that fear hung over jisung for the entire trip. it ate him up inside, yet he didn’t have the courage to face it. for weeks, he felt frozen. then, perhaps from the adrenaline of finally being in the same city as you again, he found the courage.

as soon as he unlocked his front door, jisung threw his bag on the floor, and, without a second thought, he turned on his heel and rushed to your place. he didn’t care if he had to wait at your doorstep all night and well into the morning. jisung could not, would not rest until he apologized to your face. you deserved that. if his words were what hurt you, then you deserved a million more kind words from him until you were healed. 

his heart was about to burst out of his chest during the seconds between his knock on your door and you pulling it open. you were so beautiful to jisung, and your beauty became more profound when he saw you again. he felt he could cry looking at you in your doorway. even he hadn’t realized how deeply he had missed you until you were within arms’ reach. 

everything had felt so far away for so long, but, with you, finally, jisung felt connected to everything around him. he felt like he could breathe for the first time when he heard your soft hello. he felt the world start spinning again when you said his name. he felt his heartbeat return to his chest, replacing the dull ache that had filled it since he turned his back to you that night. 

“i’m sorry.”

a small, instinctive smile flickered on your face at the sound of his voice, “come inside.”

jisung nodded, shaking from the desire to spill his heart out to you. thankfully, you sensed this, and you gave him the space to make things right again.

“i’m so, so sorry, y/n. i know i shouldn’t have left that night like that, and i know i should’ve apologized sooner. there are so many things to say to you, and you don’t owe it to me to listen. i just need you to know i’m sorry and i regret what i said and did that night. you didn’t deserve that.”

jisung paused. he held your gaze, eyes very clearly filling with tears. he waited for your permission to continue speaking, which you gave with a nod. he blinked, took a deep breath, and filled himself with equal parts courage and love for you.

“i also regret not saying anything, anything at all, sooner. i got in my head. i was so scared that saying ‘i’m sorry’ over text wasn’t enough, and i felt it was unfair to talk like normal when things clearly weren’t normal. i needed you to know how sorry i am. then, as the days passed, i realized a phone call wouldn’t be enough either. well, that, and i was so scared you wouldn’t answer my call. i would’ve deserved it, but a rejected phone call somehow felt more painful than a prolonged silence, so i didn’t call. i’m a coward, i know, and i am sorry for that too. that’s why i’m here.” 

jisung paused again, wiping his tears before gently holding your hands in his own, “you can kick me out as soon as i say my last word. i won’t fight you on it. i hate that i hurt you right before getting on the flight. i missed you so much that i lost my mind. i never want to feel that lost again. i never want to lose you. so i’m sorry. i will do everything you need me to, just so i can make things right again. you are my everything, and you deserve more than everything i can give you.”

tears fell from your eyes this time, which made jisung cry even more. the way you looked at him as you took in his apology gave him hope. he raised his hands to wipe your tears and then cradled your face softly. you were enveloped in his love and the relief that, despite the mistakes, he chose to come back to you. he kept his promise to choose you every time. that was more than enough proof that his apology was real.

your hands covered his, and you smiled despite sniffling, “i forgive you, jisung. thank you for apologizing, and thank you for coming here tonight.”

jisung felt as though he could sob and shout from the rooftops in joy. you forgave him. he hadn’t lost you. his heart would be complete again. 

“thank you, y/n. that means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

a comfortable, tender silence washed over you in your living room. you held each other, cherishing the distance disappearing. this was how things were meant to be. this was what you and jisung would always work for, no matter what got in the way, because the shared space between you was the strongest center of gravity you knew.

once all of the tears dried, jisung smiled brightly and confessed, “i really missed you so much. you are my heart, you know?”

familiar butterflies filled your stomach in response to jisung’s sweet, romantic words, “i missed you too, jisung. i’m so happy to have you back. more than you’ll ever know.”

the way jisung smiled at you made you think that maybe, just maybe, he knew exactly how happy you were.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[hyuckkaiji]

loyal she began, so she remains - sebastian x f!reader

summary; he waited too long to hold you in his arms again. he waited too long to give up now. you are his, and he will have you. pt.3

word count; 4.3k

warnings; 18+, explicit content, some physical violence, porn with a plot, mentions of cheating/infidelity

note; and they lived happily ever after. One for the Seb girlies hehehe. last last part to this little unofficial series. pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 Ominis

Sebastian twirled his wand with deft fingers, staring at the cold fireplace, listening, waiting.

It had been almost three months since he saw you. One would think three months would feel like nothing in comparison to eight years, but they would be wrong.

He longed for you, he dreamt of you, bided his time until he could hold you in his arms again. And the day came, you were there, his beautiful girl, you were in his arms after all that time. But when he awoke, you were gone, and that hurt him more than anything another wizard could ever do to him.

These months have been the worst of his life. To know where you are and not be able to claim you, it was tortuous. He doesn't blame you, he doesn't know how Ominis has messed with your head because clearly Ominis has messed with your head, there's no other explanation for you leaving his side and crawling back to that bastard.

He knows you don't love the auror, you could never love him. So what made you go back? He needs answers. He would have gotten them sooner, gotten you sooner, had it not been for your pest of a husband.

His old friend had been tracking him like a blood hound since the afternoon after the night he shared with you. But Ominis underestimated him, his skill, his intelligence. Ominis thinks he is the predator.

The door creaks slowly open, the hinges old and rusted. "You were a fool to come back here, Sallow." Ominis stood in the doorway, the grey light of the cloud filled sky seeping in behind him.

The auror took a few steps forward, letting sagging wood slowly groan as it fell shut. "You should have stayed away, I gave you your freedom, and you wasted it by trying to come back for her."

Sebastian leaned back, watching Ominis with a lazy gaze, his fingers still fiddling with his wand. "Of course I came back for her. You thought I wouldn't?" Sebastian tsks, "Truly old friend, you should have known better."

Ominis shrugs, "Your mistake, fugitive. They've already got your cell in Azkaban waiting for you."

"Have they?" Sebastian let's out a breathy laugh, Ominis' lips twitch in irritation.

"You never could take anything seriously."

"Ohh, you've caught me." Sebastian throws his hands up in mock surrender though he knows the auror cannot see the gesture.

"You've cornered the big bad fugitive. Haven't you, Gaunt?" Sebastian stands, Ominis points his wand at the abrupt action. "I cared about you once, Sallow. I have allowed that past affection to cloud my judgment. I have allowed you to walk a free man. No more."

"Free?" Sebastian sneers, "You keep saying that word, you must have forgotten its meaning for I have not been free in eight years."

"I have lived alongside the rats in sewers, I have starved, I have survived off rotting scraps. I have done much and more just to keep myself alive, and you call that freedom. What did I do to deserve that -"

"You are a murder, Sebastian!"

"I just wanted to save my sister! She was in unending pain, all I ever wanted was to help her! And you and my uncle tried to stop me! Only one person truly supported me!" Sebastian's breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling with heavy huffs.

Ominis features twisted in disgust, "My wife is not yours to claim. We are no longer children, and it has been many years since she was yours. If you had just accepted that, if you had just stayed away. The miserable existence you created for yourself would be no concern of mine."

"But alas Sallow, here we stand. All things must come to an end, you are no exception."

Sebastian barks out a laugh, "Do you plan to kill me, Gaunt?"

"You do not matter enough for me to soil my hands in such a manner."

Sebastian hums, "I only matter enough for you to personally track me for months."

"Only because you came near my wife."

"My point still stands, and I did more than just go near her."

Ominis' grip tightened on his wand, his knuckles draining of color. "Of course you would take pride in that little indiscretion. I'll have you know that my wife does not. That's why she came back home to me. She is waiting for me at home this very moment, swelling with my child."

A ball dropped in Sebastian's stomach, nauseous at the thought of you pregnant with the Aurors child. "You didn't."

A satisfied smirked pulls at Ominis lips, allowing himself to enjoy the blow, for a moment he pays no real mind to Sebastian. But a moment was all Sebastian needed. He lunged.

Sebastian's hand wrapped around Ominis', yanking his away his wand. Tossing it, where it hit against the stone corner of the fireplace, landing with the sound of wood cracking.

Sebastian couldn't explain what came over him, to fight like a muggle, to abandon his wand in the face of a fight. All he knew was he needed to feel his fists collide with Ominis face, he needed to feel the impact, hear the crunch of bone as he landed blow after blow.

He didn't know how long it went on, but when he pulled back, breathing ragged, fists covered in Ominis' blood and knuckles raw and cracked, Ominis wasn't conscious, the only sign of life was his chest rising and falling with shallow breathes.

Sebastian stood, grimacing at the scene before him. Silently thanking the gods, he hadn't lost himself enough to kill someone he once loved. He wasn't dead, and at the very least, Sebastian was grateful for that. He had done terrible things in these past years, but there were still things he could not bring himself to do. Things he could never forgive if he did. Not again.

This was for the boy he was, the boys they were. Sebastian left the auror there, a silent prayer that their paths never cross again.

When he stepped out of the worn down cottage, rain was falling, showering down on him, soaking through his clothes, washing away the blood that clung to him, washing away his sins.

He breathed in deep, closing his eyes. Letting the smell of fresh wet earth permeate his senses. He strolled through Feldcroft as if he owned it, as if he belonged, as if it was his home and his wife he was heading towards. As far as he was concerned, it was.

You are his home, his life, his everything. And only the thought of having you again got him through those long years. He had laid out his path, his future, your future. All that was left was collecting that which he loved most.

His hand wrapped around the handle, cold metal biting into his skin. He could feel the magic that was surrounding the house, protection charms on top of protection charms. But these charms were not meant to protect but trap.

Sebastian pulled his wand out, casting counter charms, breaking down layer after layer. It was not quick work, and truthfully not something he would have been able to do if not all that he had learned on the run. The magic he was using to break down the barriers is something others would call dark. Sebastian just calls it a different kind of magic, a necessary kind.

He finally broke through, the knob turning in his hand, the door sliding open to welcome him into the warm cottage. The smell of cinnamon toast was wafting through the air, nostalgic and inviting.

"You're back husband." Your voice was meek, docile. You came out from around the corner that led down the hall, your bare feet padding softly against the carpets you had laid out around the house.

"Sebastian." You stopped in your tracks, hands at your side, fists bunching into the fabric of your skirts. "Where is Ominis?" Sebastian's lip twitched in irritation at the question. "Gone."

"Y-you-" A gasp escaped, your hand coming up to press the tips of your fingers to your mouth in shock.

"For merlin's sake, I did not kill the man. He just happens to be ... indisposed." Sebastian waved a hand in the air. "But he'll come back to an empty home, you're coming with me."

You walked towards him, steps slow and cautious. Reaching a hand out to caress his cheek once you stood before him. Feeling him, in the flesh, your skin against his, that was your breaking point. You lauched yourself into his arms.

Violent sobs overtook you, your body shaking with the force of them as you clung to Sebastian. You held onto him as tight as you could, readjusting your grip to try and tighten it every few seconds. You crumpled in his arms, he allowed you to, sinking to the ground so you could sit in his lap. Arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder as he cradled you.

"I'm sor-ry, I-m sorry, s-orry." You mumbled almost incoherent apologies into his shirt in between hiccups. "My sweet girl," he cooes, "you have nothing to apologize for." One arm holds you as the other hand runs through your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

He holds you, whispering soothing words and sweet nothings until you calmed down. "I shouldn't have come back ... I felt so guilty for betraying Ominis ... I-I," you shook your head, trying to articulate your thoughts.

"He supported me for so long, I felt like I owed it to him to come back. My own happiness be damned but ... he ... I've been trapped in this house for months, Sebastian. All this time, all I could think of was you," you brought a protective hand up to rest on your stomach, "and our child."

"Our?"

"This life that grows inside me, it could only be yours, my love. The thing about contraceptive potions ... you can make them for one person. The ones I brewed only kept out Ominis. It worked for years, I know it didn't just suddenly stop. This is your child, Sebastian, our child."

His lips are on yours in a hearts beat, soft and needy. His tongue swipinging over your bottom lip as his hand tangles in your hair. It felt like home, it was a feeling he longed for during the countless nights alone.

You moaned into the kiss, allowing yourself to finally relax, to feel safe in the Sebastian's arms. His fingers had come up to clumsily undo the buttons of your blouse, never breaking your kiss.

You pulled away, taking over, discarding your clothes in a rush, your fingers precise where his had been ill practiced. He did the same, tossing his clothes aside without a care before pulling you back into him, savoring the feeling of your skin against his.

"I am going to ruin this house the same way I ruined you." He pressed a kiss to your temple, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps down your skin. "I'm going to fuck you over every surface of this house." He pushed you up against the nearest wall, a gasp escaping your lips at the sudden impact . His lips traveled down, warm kisses along your neck making a shiver run down your spine.

"I'll not leave a single room unspoiled for that insecure twat." He kissed his way down your torso, settling himself between your legs, pulling a leg over his shoulder to expose you to him, you sucked in a breathe as his breathe fanned over you.

"Fuck, you're so wet already. This is all for me, pretty girl?" His tongue swipes slow and torturous over your sopping cunt, flicking over your bundle of nerves at the end. "So fucking sweet."

He looking up at you with hungry eyes, every puff of air he breathes out hitting your clit, making you shiver above him but he make no move to continue. "Sebastian, please." Your words are breathless and a hand tangles in his hair as you attempt to push his face right where you need him.

"Beg."

"Sebastian." You throw your head back in frustration. You couldn't find the words to describe how you want him if you tried. "Stop playing games with me."

"I'm not." He leans just enough to let the tip of his nose graze the sensitive bub, "I just wanna hear you say it. Come on, just once." He presses a kiss, you sigh at the feeling.

"Please, Sebastian, I need you, please touch me."

Those words, the slight whine in your voice, sent a jolt to his already hard cock. He has one hand supporting your hip and leg over his shoulder, the other arm supporting your back and pushing you closer to him.

His mouth is pressed back against you, sucking, nipping, licking away as you grip his hair. You had always felt pleasure with Ominis, wanted him even but not like this.

Though the physicalities of it all were much the same, it was different, in your heart, in your soul. No other could make you feel the way he did, the way you felt right now.

Your legs tensed, attempting to close around his head. His arm dropped from your hip, wrapping around your thigh to pry your legs back apart, never stopping his ministrations against your throbbing clit.

Your orgasm racked your body, your head thrown back in pleasure. Sebastian stayed kneeling, peppering kisses along your inner thighs and hips. Chuckling to himself as he listened to your pants, your body trying to regulate itself again coming down from your peak.

Your legs wobbled as he stood, allowing you to plant both legs on the ground once again. He leaned in kissing you, allowing the taste of your cum to settle on your tounge.

"You're all fucking mine, now show where your bed is sweetheart." You lead him to your bedroom by his hand.

"How does your husband normally fuck you?" You hummed, crawling onto the bed before flopping onto your back, bringing your knees up just enough to give him space to join you, as Ominis normally does.

Sebastian clicks his tongue against his teeth with a tsk. "Everytime?"

"Near enough. Would you like something different?"

Sebastian walks over to you, bringing his hand to wander over your breasts, pulling a pert nipple between fingers. Twisting and pulling at the nub, earning a soft moan from you. He lets his fingers wander, trailing over your ribs, scratching his nails lightly over your stomach.

He stoops just below your hips, giving a quick tap. "Come here." You crawl back off the mattress, slightly uncertain in your movements. You stand before Sebastian, feeling even more exposed though nothing has changed.

He examins you, letting his eyes follow his hands path as it trails. He gathers your hair in one palm, pulling it behind your shoulders and letting it fall loose.

His fingers graze your collar bone, the way he's looking at you makes you feel like a piece of art, something that exists only for him to admire. Running his fingers over every curve and crevice like he's trying to understand how you were created. You shiver under his scrutinizing gaze.

He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, softly, just enough to bring your eyes to his. "Bend over." His voice is soft but commanding, leaving no room for argument. And you don't need to be told twice.

You gather all your pillows, pulling them to your chest to prop you up a bit as you lean over the mattress. The anticipation alone making your clit throb.

Sebastian brings a rough hand up to further feel as he looks you over, the sight almost rivals looking up at you from between your legs, almost. He grips the flesh of your ass, gods how many times did he have this exact dream?

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on, do you know that?" He let his hands settle in a firm grip on your waist, leaning over you, his hard cock pressed into your bottom as he pressed kisses into your spine, whispering as he went.

"I promise I'll make you happy, I'll give you anything you want or need. I'll give you a life you deserve."

He lined himself up with your dripping entrance, "You ready?" Letting his cock sink in slowly after you nodded your approval.

He groaned at the feeling of the wet warmth wrapping around him, quickly falling into a steady place. Sliding in and out of you with deep stokes, allowing the tip of his cock to bully your cervix.

You could feel the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter with every stroke, so close to tipping you over the edge. You buried your face the mattress, muffling your cries and tangling your fists in the blankets.

"Oh no baby, I wanna those pretty little moans." Sebastian wrapped your hair in a fist, using it to pull you up into his chest. The grip of his other traveled from your hips to your stomach, pressing down just below your naval. The grip he had in your hair moving to keep a firm grip on your throat, keeping you pressed firmly against him.

This angle allowed him to fuck you at depths you'd never felt before, depths that had you tipping, the coil snapping inside you as you spasmed around him. Throwing your head back in pure ecstasy as another orgasm over took you.

Sebastian nuzzled his face into the exposed crook of your neck, sucking and biting in a fresh pink mark. His hips slowing their pace but continuing enough to draw out your pleasure.

"You didn't finish." You were panting, your skin covered in a sheen of sweat. You continued to clench around him, your body overwhelmed but still mindlessly chasing the pleasure only he could give you.

"I didn't want to yet." You could feel him smile against you."You're not satisfied yet, you animal?" You let out a breathy laugh but Sebastian only hummed bringing his fingers down to rub harsh circles into your swollen bud.

"I'll never be done with you." He pulled out, letting you lean against him, almost pure dead weight, unable to keep yourself standing.

He leads you to the kitchen on unsteady legs, arm around your waist supporting you the entire way. "Keel for me, love."

A good obedient girl, all his, only his. He smiled down at you as you struggled to fulfill his request, looking up at him through your lashes once you succeeded. "So pretty." He muttered, in awe of the sight before him.

You wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft guiding him into your waiting mouth. Your tongue wrapping around the underside of his shaft as you bob around him, your hand stroking what you can't fit. "Good fucking girl." Sebastian practically growls the words.

One hand shooting out to tangle at the roots of your hair, he uses the leverage to push you further down. You let him, your own hands gripping the flesh of his bottom, blunt nails digging in as you gag around him. Sebastian let's out a low hiss, enjoying the slight mix pain and pleasure.

He uses his grip to hold you in place as he thrusts, the tip of his cock abusing the back of your throat. Drool is dripping down your chin and tears well in your eyes but you let him use you, the sight of him with his head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, and teeth biting so hard into his bottom lip you think he might make himself bleed, it's too lovely a sight for you to try and pull away.

His thrusts become erratic before burying himself so deep you gag around him as your nose presses against his pubic bone. Tears finally falling free as his warm, salty cum shoots down your throat, he holds you there until he's sure you've swallowed all of it.

When he finally pulls free with a soft pop from your mouth, your lips are puffy and swollen with a line of drool still connecting the two of you.

He pulls you to your feet, still using your hair as his personal tool. He pushes you up against the table, your hands falling to grip the hard wood and steady yourself. Sebastian doesn't wait before dipping his head to the valley between your breasts, his tongue darting out the catch the drool that had slid down your skin, his tongue following the wet path up the collum of your throat ending at your lips.

His kiss is feral, possessive, all tongue and teeth nipping at your lower lip. His hands wrap around your thighs to hoist you up onto the wood. "Merlin, I need you like I need air." He speaks the words against your lips, his eyes falling shut as he presses his forehead to yours, a shuttering breath falling from his lips.

"I love you, Sebastian." You whisper back to him, using the back of a hand to rub against his cheek softly. He smiles at you, a man captived by what he never truly thought he would have, never thought he deserved. Truthfully he's not sure he does deserve this, deserve you. But he'll be damned before he lets anyone else have you.

He's using his tip to gather the slick from your still seeping hole, rubbing it over your clit, making you shudder. When he feels he's gathered enough he pushes back into you, making you gasp.

Your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck, letting your head fall against a shoulder. He splays one large hand over your lower back and uses the other to balance against the table. His hips stutter at first, still sensitive from his orgasm, but he find his pace.

You had never realized how loving sex can feel, how his pace alone could convey that. The way his fingers dig into your skin with every thrust, every pant and groan that escapes him. You knew, all of it told you, this is a man that worships you, a man that has been enamored by you since he first met you. And though he may tell you, you're his, first and foremost, he's yours.

It didn't take long for either of you to reach another orgasm, both your bodies still so sensitive. You clung to him as your third orgasm overtook you. His grip on you was brusing as his hips jutted rhythmless against you, he muttered incoherent praises into your skin and his seed shot into you.

You stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other as you came down from your respective highs. "My sweet boy, my Sebastian." You mumbled against him as you stroked your fingers through his hair, the words made him cling tighter to you, part of him worrying if he lets you go this time he'll never hold you again.

"Promise you won't leave me."

"Oh my darling," you coo at him, bringing him up to face you, to look you in the eyes, "you have my heart, you carried it with you all these years. I couldn't leave you if I tried for I am yours, mind, body and soul. I think our love could transcend lifetimes."

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Epilogue;

"I am not, you insatiable beast." You giggled pulling your hands out of the soapy water you had just been using to wash dishes.

"You satiate me, love." He turns you to face him, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Beautiful." He mumbles, bringing a hand up to rest on the swell of your stomach. "Me or the baby?"

He hums, "Both. The most beautiful beings to every grace this gods forsaken planet."

You shake your head, "Well, you can't put another in me until this one is out. And we still have some time yet so I think you should focus on the here and now and go get ready for work."

You brush his curls out of his face, stroking a thumb over his cheekbone. He hums, smiling at you, "Yes, you are ever correct, wife."

"Husband." You give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Brother, it's mine!" The shrill voice of your five year old daughter echos through your house, followed by the mischievous giggle of her younger brother.

"Hey! Hey!" Sebastian calls out, rushing over to the running toddler in two quick strides, scooping the child up in his arms. The boy giggles wrapping his arms around his father. "We don't steal, my boy. Play nice now, you lot cannot be stressing your mommy while she's pregnant. It's not good for the baby."

He kneels, pressing the stolen stuffed rabbit back into his daughter's hands. She smiles quickly at him before scampering away, toy in hand. He shoos his son shortly after before turning back to you.

"What's the max?"

"I was thinking this might be the final one." You leaned against the counter, watching him with a glint in your eye.

"I was thinking at least one more." He responded.

"Aye perhaps. I could never say no to you." You walk over to him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"How do you think the muggles do it?" You asked.

"I don't think they do, bet they cry themselves to sleep wishing they had a silencio charm."

"Seb!" You scolded with a playful slap to his chest.

When Sebastian was young he thought himself the master of plans, thought himself brilliant even but nothing will ever top this, this success. The best plan he ever wrought, whisking you away to America. Muggles know nothing of him, nothing of you. His life is sweet, a dream come true. And he is most grateful.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Got tagged by @saggitary to talk about clone OCs. I'm currently not active in the Star Wars fandom so I dragged my feet a little doing this (thanks for the tag but this is the only exception I'm making for the foreseeable future since I'm still kinda fed up with the fandom!)

Anyway, I'll tell you about Sponge since they're my most beloved clone blorbo.

CT-2525, aka Sponge, was a clone medic for the 501st battalion. A rather curious role for a clone such as them, since if anyone deserved to hate anything relating to medical procedures of any kind, it would certainly be the clone cadet that was a case study.

As an intersex individual, they were unique in all the ways that would get a clone terminated on Kamino. It was a chance intervention that prevented them from being decommissioned off record on their decant day, but unfortunately this chance at life was not free from horrendous strife.

Between being studied for medical science by both Kaminoans and fellow medic trainees, being forced into a position they hated as a medical trainee themself, and having all but one of their batchmates turn their backs on them because they were no longer going to be a scuba trooper like the rest of them, Sponge was no stranger to being met with misfortune time and time again.

Being assigned to the 501st was, like many things in their miserable existence, nothing short of psychological torture for them.

Between having superior officers they couldn't trust or respect, being confronted with a blatant lack of regard for personal safety on shore leave, and struggling to form meaningful connections with other clones because they were so used to getting gawked at like they were a freak show, you'd expect their deployment days to be some of the worst...

And yet, no matter how much they hated to admit it, the rest of the medics of the 501st made it tolerable enough. Them and their service barghest, Beautiful, who was the best friend and coworker a clone could ever ask for. Mostly because she was well behaved and couldn't talk back.

I have no brain to see whom of mine mutuals are still into the eating-itself-constantly fandom, so if you see this and you're currently into SW, feel free to chitter about clones! But do make your own post please!

[silenttale22]

THERE FOR YOU |JJK|

Idol!BestFriend!Jungkook x Reader Genre: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, hurt/comfort Warnings: Only Swearing Note: Hi sweetheart, thank You for being here! Let's celebrate for our lovely clingy bf Jungkook and his new song (stream SEVEN btw) Mv made me even more delulu than I was… Damnn, okay, hope u will enjoy! Both - my shot and song ;)

“She broke up with me. I just can't fucking believe it,” you jumped on the couch at the sudden voice filling semi dark flat.

Your eyes widen, as you raise your head above a bowl full of ramen to see your best friend drop - he literally drops his leather jacket on the floor and heads toward the kitchen. You could have heard the boy slam the door of YOUR fridge right before the sound of the can opening reached your ears. You scoffed to yourself, knowing it was probably the last pear beer left that was so rare to get, perfect for those evenings after hard hours at work. And for a while, you could think about when and where you are going to buy the next one.

You got up from the sofa, still holding the bowl, tears pouring into the corners of your eyes from too much spicy noodles. You approached the intruder in the kitchen, scrubbing your slippers on the floor and muttering countless curses under your breath. As soon as you stepped through the door, you noticed black hair on the table. The white shirt contrasted with the hair color, and the hands covering his head with rolled-up sleeves emphasized the tattoos, almost every one of which you could easily recall from memory.

You'd be making eyes at him if it weren't for the mixture of wrath and irritation running through your veins right now. You always thought he was lovely on the inside as well as the outside. Even though many people believed he was just a pretty face, yet how much he did for you, made you think otherwise. And it irritates you not once how the "fans" objectify him. Jungkook appeared in your life pretty out of the blue and it wasn't a friend from childhood or something like that.

You bumped into him about five years ago while looking for your high school journey group. The trip to London was one of the best you've ever experienced, and who'd have thought you'd accidentally fall into someone's chest - especially someone famous - in the middle of Trafalgar Square when you walked out of The National Museum, terrified of being late. That day, you thought one of his bodyguards, who almost seized you by the collar of jacket, would literally toss you to the ground, but Jeongguk stepped in and helped you, and it was the first time when seeing him made your heart beat faster.

He quietly asked for your phone number, saying he'd undoubtedly get in trouble but doesn't care. That was the first time you heard him laugh, and you saw a lovely smile. Yeah, the one where his nose wrinkles with joy, has been your favorite ever since then. From then on, despite multiple fights, you never even thought of leaving him on his own. You both promised to stay by each other side.

Jeongguk in fact showed up at one of your toughest moments. A trip to London was meant to provide brief comfort and let your hair down but it brought you an extra angel with you. Yes, even though the boy hated this word as it always led to an argument - if I'm an angel, you're mine as well - but you couldn't call him anything else. Your family life was a disaster, and the funeral of the most important person in your life, along with a failed effort to save him, drove you to despair. The days were filled with void, so you became cold and distant as a result.

After disappointing everyone, you believed that no one needed you anymore, that your existence was so miserable that it didn't deserve to be continued. Boy made you feel far more comfortable, and you could even say he made you feel loved. Thanks to his support, the dark fog that wrapped around your eyes slowly disappeared into thin air, allowing you to see again - see how colorful the world is, how much is still ahead of you, and, most importantly, how much you deserve.

That's what it was about him. He would help everyone around him, support whomever he could, only to eventually lock himself away with all his problems alone. After a whole day of smiling at everyone and extending a helping hand, boy would end up on the couch in his apartment - often crying because he was afraid to ask for support. He considered it somehow weak, however, just for his own sake.

You had a tough task explaining to him that there was nothing wrong with seeking help. He couldn't understand at first that more drinks or beers drank wouldn't suddenly make all problems disappear. You were one of the few people - besides, the members of the group he belonged to - who knew how boy's life was outside the curtains and bright lights. Sometimes you also had the impression that the fans forgot he was only human just like them, forget that he also deserved rest and, most importantly, privacy.

There were already too many times when boy hid panicked with spasms of crying in your arms, saying that again thousands of pictures were taken of him when he was at the gym, or that it's hard for him to leave the studio because he's surrounded by crowds. And yes - he's famous, he should realize that this is how it's going to be - but there are limits.

Boundaries that are too often crossed, often threatening his life.

From one conversation, when you told your boy that you were always there for him and he could come to you with any problem, the visits became more frequent than you could have imagined. He was able to come at different times of the day, in different moods, more than once dragging you out of bed and begging you to make him something to eat. The number of times you wanted to curse your friend for feeling too comfortable is now uncountable.

The moment when he just so happened to start taking the extra keys so he wouldn't have to wake you up or distract you because of the fact that you were working from home, was pretty groundbreaking, and you probably wouldn't have found out it if not for the one time you broke your key in the lock trying to lock it down from the inside. The other pair wasn't on the permanent hanger so you started to panic and called none other than Jungkook, who turned out to have the key with him - announcing it to you as if nothing ever happened.

You had a fight with him that day and maybe you were selfish, or maybe not because you are also entitled to a moment of peace, the silence between you lasted a week. A sense of guilt began to eat you alive inside, but nevertheless, your inner struggle continued - it would have been different if he had asked for those keys, but no - he had just taken them like that, without permission. It was a whole long week when you focused on nothing else but Jeongguk, yet you were prideful enough not to call or ask if he was okay. Only one day he came alone, sobbing, breaking your heart into millions of pieces. He apologized to you then, promising not to do it again.

And you believed him, because, after all, he is your friend.

“You must be fucking kidding me right now” you grunted, seeing on the counter already opened packages of jellies, which were for worse of worst occasions “When did you take my second pair of keys to the apartment - again. I thought I clearly told you to not take them and burst here whenever you want ”

“Yeah, yeah” quiet murmur gets to your ears making you even more mad. You threw the bowl on the counter, and with frustration painted on your face, you looked at the boy.

“Jeon Jeongguk stop acting like a child - again. What's happening to you? What was that with the jacket? There was only one day, one freaking day when you weren't here over the past two weeks - and it was because your mom called to meet with Bam! And I'll make sure you buy back everything you've eaten out of my fridge this week.” He groaned , got up from his chair and out of spite poked you with his shoulder, to get walked past you.

You were about to speak again when boy picked up his jacket from the ground to place it on hangers, but his heavy body falling on yours and his arms wrapped around your waist immediately took your speech away. The gentle cologne got into your nostrils, and boy's nose snip made you sigh softly and embrace him. Jeongguk curled up in your arms, appearing tiny - if that's possible for someone who's almost 1.80 and has steel musculature.

And that was it, his arms that could turn the greatest anger into blissful silence and peace. You could have started arguing again, however, what was the point? He would come here anyway, and you could only wonder why.

Yes, you offered it to him when he needed support or a break from the world without being left alone, but boy almost lived with you. You had already thought more than once about renovating the second room, which theoretically stands empty, to make a bedroom for him. Jeongguk, however, would insist on sleeping on the couch in the living room, or on a chair in your bedroom when he was afraid of being left alone, but still not invading your space. You adored him, you could say you even loved him. But his behavior wasn't the behavior of an ordinary friend, especially a friend who has a girlfriend - had a girlfriend.

“You better have an amazing explanation for all of this Jeon Jeongguk” The boy groaned frustratedly burying his head strongly in the crook of your neck.

“Stop calling me by my whole name. It makes me feel even worse,” you roll your eyes at his words and tried to pull him away from you to look at his face but he stuck to you again, not letting you free from his grasp. “…please stay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't but I have nowhere to go. You're my only safe place. I'm sorry” You stopped wiggling and sighed quietly, hugging the boy back. Stroking him reassuringly, you felt his body relax in your arms

“What happened Googie…” you could feel his small smile at the nickname, but you just rolled your eyes again waiting for the story.

“I had a fight with her. As always happened anyway.”

“We're fighting too yet I never kicked you out - maybe I should?”

“NO! It was…kind of different type of fight. I mean, you, we, ugh…when you usually start a fight it's because you want what's good for me and for you, it's like - you're always right, but with her I dunno. She said I don't have time for her.” and now you groaned because uh, he's an idol, he's not going to spend every second with you…

“But she knows how tight your schedule can be…” he hummed and there was a moment of silence “And you met with her pretty often these days”

“Yeah, but she said that I talk too much, too much about you, I mean, But…I don't think it's true, tho. I mentioned once or twice about our going outs and about how you always play with Bam, and how you sing with me when no one wants to, and this when you get up at night to run and help me in slippers when I called that my apartment is on fire - you remember? When I was drunk then and it was only the projector with fireplace. And how you always put my favorite move when I'm sad, also how you cooked for me every time in the middle of the night - not kicking me out because I woke you up and I know you just like Yoongi hyung when someone wake you up - but you never even shouted at me, never when I needed you.” you listened to him and your heart just beating faster

“Kook, that's definitely more than once or twice”

“She said that she knew from the beginning.” You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the boy, brushing his hair away from his face to finally look into his doe sparkling eyes. His cheeks were flushed, dark brown irises shimmered like the night sky and you felt like you were looking at the entire universe. “That I always think about you. That I never imagined her when it was necessary. But I didn't, you know, think she, she would just break up with me like that. I expected I don't know…something, different. And when I came here downright, filled with wrath I couldn't understand why - because she broke up with me or because she was right. ”

Your heart once again pounded faster when Jeongguk's gaze wandered over your face, still supporting you steadily with his hands. You, however, fled with your eyes, and for the first time in his presence, you felt so flustered.

You never acted differently in his company, most of the things boy mentioned you often did impulsively - but he was right, you didn't do that towards everyone.

Sometimes you had a hard time getting out of bed to do something easy for your own family yet you were able to make a plate of pancakes for him at three in the morning. You never paid attention to how well you filled each other out, how many things you had in common, or how often you understood each other without words - this was your Jeongguk - your stupid bunny friend who got on your nerves like no one else, but just that - he was yours. Always was.

“Listen, I don't know what should I say…” you started but still flustered in your words, you shut down

“And that's something new, let me admire it for a while” he chuckled quietly when you send him a death glare, and again pull you closer to him.

“Oh, shut up rabbit or I'll kick your ass already” you huffed but he only laughed again, and smiled at you wider - if that's even possible. The wrinkles on his nose were visible, which made you smile as well. That meant he was happy. “As for someone who just get the brush from his girlfriend, you're pretty happy”

“Fuck the girlfriend when I have my whole universe in hands now” You could feel your cheeks turning hot and thousands of thoughts running through your head. You melted under his touch, his voice calmed you like no one else, and his scent was addictive like the best drug.

“Stop it!” You slapped his shoulder when again tried to snuggle into the crook of your neck, which only boggle him and by the expression on his surprised face you almost burst out laughing.

“Who gave you the right to slap me?” He sent you a puzzled look, which turned into a sneaky smirk a moment later. Not a second passed when the boy picked you up to carry you out of the kitchen and attack you by tickling you on the living room couch.

“Naa-haa, Koo, stop, shit…” you laughed along with him, trying to fight, coming up with the idea already to attack him with the fluffy pillow “Revenge bitch!” you shouted and smacked him again, making him die with giggles until he grabbed his own pillow to hit you back.

“Thought you could win pretty one” he smiled down at you when you lay tired on the couch.

Messed up and tangled hair was sticking a bit to your forehead through sweat, but for Jungkook it apparently didn't change anything when, with the same softness and love in his eyes, he gently brushed it away so that he could look into your eyes and moments later nuzzled his nose against yours making your heart leap with joy.

You couldn't count the number of times you mentioned to Jeongguk that the love of your life should do that with you once you managed to find that someone.

And here you found, as it turned out, five years ago, only you yourself didn't realize how much affection grew inside your chest every time you saw him. Only now you were thinking back to how happy you were, still living in your hometown, when he would text you every moment or how you spend hours on video calls when your boy's schedule wasn't so busy. At first, you didn't even hope that this friendship could last - such a long distance between you looked like a challenge, but when you managed to move to Seoul after 2 years of finding a job, things might have seemed easier. And indeed it was at first, but when you start spending a lot of time together and arguments started because one wanted better for the other. Now you could have thanked those fights because they nevertheless showed that you both cared.

“Lost in words again, what am I doing to you, hm?” The boy squeezed in next to you on the couch, trying to arrange himself so that you were both comfortable. You, however, only rolled your eyes and looked at him again, looked into your private universe, and almost stopped yourself from sighing - he was right, what was he doing with you…

“I think you exactly know what you are doing - wishing for death from my hands”

“From yours? Sure I can take that, as long as it's you, then fine”

“Koo we cannot do this” you murmured, making the boy groan

“Why not? We know each other for so long.” yeah, of course, you do but it's weird for you, the longing for him and being scared to lose him was ripping your chest apart.

“We were friends for so long it's…it's weird” boy hummed with agreement, but it didn't stop him from stroking your hair gently “And it's not I, I don't feel anything, I'm just scared. What will everyone think?”

“They will think that you are the best girl ever. Because you are.” you gasped, reaching out your hand to stroke Jeongguk`s cheek "And we will take it slow, I promise. Not that everyone around us didn't already love you."

“Fine. But slowly.” He send you the prettiest smile in the entire world again and with his nodding head hugged you tighter.

“My family is thinking that we are together anyway” he whispered, making your eyes widen

“Jeon Jeongguk!”

The quiet music played from the small radio standing on the countertop as you were swinging with your hips, mixing the ingredients while making the lunch. Humming quietly the sounds from the speakers, you were about to grab some seasonings when a sudden loud bang echoed through the apartment, making you jump and burn slightly your hand that was still stirring the soup.

A hiss left your lips, and you tried to rub down your hurting palm, as you made your way to the living room from where the sound was heard. And all you saw was one of your plants lying on the floor, all together with the dotted dirt and parts of the pot. Now it was a crying whine that left your lips, as you quickly came back to the kitchen to grab the small broom.

“Jeon Jeongguk you are fucking dead to me!” you screamed, as you came back to the living room and popped a squad to sweep off the residue of your lovely plant.

But firstly, as an answer, the muffled bark came to your ears altogether with the subtle tapping of paws. It took seconds as the long tail was wigging next to you, hitting you slightly and the wet nose start to tickle your face. You sighed quietly, knowing that Bam is always the first one to calm you down or protect you whenever you were together but this time even this couldn't help.

“I'm fine baby, your dad is just driving me mad today.” you huffed, petting the dog's head as he let a muffled bark again. “Jeon Jeongguk!” you yelled again, as whole dirt was on the spatula. This wasn't the first time singer got a smack in the head, as he unusually gets into trouble from hour to hour since morning, starting by kicking you out of bed and a while before that hitting your face while sleeping.

“Oh for fuck sake, it wasn't me!” he yelled back, coming back to the room but as soon as he appeared, Bam let out a growl standing right next to you. You patted the dog with your free hand, but it did nothing as he still was sizing Jungkook as if he could do something more than leaning on the doorframe.

“Yeah, then who this time? Because if I'm not mistaken you were the only one playing here and jumping around when you couldn't shoot the right one point in game.” you squinted your eyes, putting a hard expression on your face.

“It was Bam,” the boy said confidently, and when you looked up at him and then at the dog who was constantly walking around you, still protecting you from getting hurt, you come back with your glare at the boy and snorted as you knew perfectly well that the dog was lying on his bolster, observing you, until you left the kitchen.

“It was you, my baby wouldn't do that.”

“Did you just choose my dog over me?” you scoffed at his words and as the boy was trying to come closer, Bam barked making Jungkook stop immediately with confusion drawn over his face

“Didn't I a long time ago? Besides, he was with me the whole time, you liar.” you looked with a raised eyebrow, to which the boy just rolled his eyes

“Then maybe marry him and not me” he snapped suddenly with a groan which only made you scoff again

“I'll think about it and you better look for the same pot to buy it back” you added leaving the kitchen with the spatula and Bam, who escorted you to the kitchen and took his place again on his bolster.

“I've always known this dog likes you better than me, but to growl and bark at me?” Jungkook said, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the countertop right next to you, when, after throwing away the dirt and the remains of the plant, you returned to cooking the soup “Unbelievable” he snorted, sending a death glare to Bam, to only meet with another bark.

“If you had been nicer and more careful then maybe this wouldn't have happened, but you decided to kill my Felix” you tempted, pushing him slightly to get some seasoning that was stored in the cupboard behind his back

“You should stop getting your plant's names”

“You should stop playing your games unless you tie down your ass to the couch”

“You should…” he stopped suddenly, which made you look at him but it took a second when your hand was in his, closely looked out “When did that happen?” Boy pointed to a burn covering the whole side of your palm, making you just roll your eyes

“I get startled when the plant has been knocked down, I was taking some ingredients and my hand just touched the pot” you recalled with a shrug of the shoulders, though, the boy didn't take it so lightly and quickly disappeared behind the doorframe to return with an entire first aid kit filled with all sorts of medicines and supplies “Kook I don-…”

“Nah, shut up and give me your hand” he interrupted you right away, pushing you gently away from the stove and turning down the gas after which he sat you on a chair and began to apply some kind of burn lotion on your hand, then wrapping it in a bandage. “You should be more careful”

“Said who” he groaned at your words, but said nothing more

“I'm sorry okay” he mumbled, putting the supplies back into the first kit after a long silence

“Still want my pot back” he pouted but you only chuckled and get from the chair to pinch his cheek “But I love you, you ass”

“I love you too” he answered, hugging you from behind as you get back to the stove again and stealing a quick peck from your lips

“But blame our baby one more time, and you'll get your head snapped off” he groaned something under his breath again, keeping his head hidden onto the crook of your neck which muffled his words, but apologized at the end

As an apology Jungkook helped you also with finishing the meal, proposing meanwhile to spend together the whole evening watching tv series, and as at first, you weren't so up to it knowing how many books is waiting for you to read, you agreed at the end being a sucker for his doe eyes.

And now you've been watching him, hiding behind the frame door as he was getting ready the couch with thousand of pillows and some plushies he get from your shared bedroom. Head leaned gently against the wood, and your eyes followed every move with adoration while listening to the popcorn in the microwave burst out with more grains. It was not long after Jungkook's throwing of plushies was joined by Bam trying to grab flying objects in his teeth, and you just laughed at every shout from the boy who approached the dog to pick up a toy or pillow he caught but only ended up wrestling with him on the floor. These were the carefree moments you loved so much.

Your gaze dropped down onto your right hand, and the ring resting on one of the fingers brought tears to your eyes. You never expected that you could end up in this place. Engaged to your best friend, on top of that, an idol you couldn't get rid of for years to come. A smile painted itself on your face, but the sudden silence in the room, which only moments ago had been filled with screams and the occasional woof of a dog, forced you to raise your eyes to meet it with Jungkook, who was still grabbing the pillow held by Bam with one hand.

You sent him a brief smile, which he was probably planning to return if not for the stronger pull of the Doberman, that caused boy to land on the ground, and an uncontrollable laugh escaped your lips, to which only your boy groaned, and the dog happily ran towards you dropping the pillow under your feet.

"Of course. You guys are always laughing at me, betrayers." Jungkook muttered under his breath, which made you laugh again and pick up a pillow from the ground to toss it in the boy's direction but you didn't think that Bam would run right after it, crashing impetuously into the sufferer sitting on the ground "For fuck sake Bam, could you move your ass from my face please" you just nodded in disbelief at the howled words and disappeared into the kitchen to put the already made popcorn into the bowl.

You came back into the room a moment later, seeing Jungkook still fussing with the dog like two children on the floor, but the moment you set the bowl on the table and your body slumped on the couch, hardly a second had passed when Bam curled up next to you, leaving no space for the boy what was a reason of a loud whine escaping his lips.

“You must be kidding me right now. This is my wife, not yours!” he complained, trying to push the dog from the bed

“Not wife yet”

“Shut up Mrs. Jeon, that's an argument between me and our child.” you rolled your eyes and took the tv remote to choose something to watch, completely ignoring the wrestling happening right next to you, as it is your everyday life for years.

In the end, Jungkook made it and squeezed in next to you, holding your waist tightly and sticking out his tongue which made the dog bark at him. And you only rolled your eyes, shushing them both down as you already put the series on the tv.

“Come here baby” You patted the small space that was between you and the backrest of the couch, and couldn't even wait long to Bam take his spot, half on your legs.

“I swear, you love this dog more than me” Jungkook mumbled, tightening his grip on your waist but you left a sigh, and with one hand now you were petting Bam, and the other one was stroking the boy's hair.

“And what with that? You both behave like big babies I have to look after.” you said quietly, hearing how both of them let out a loud huff “That's what I'm talking about, but I guess like father like son”

“But we are always there for you, loving you, and caring as well, so don't complain and watch what you choose” You let out another sigh, but agreed quietly to the boy's words, and leaned your head against his, listening to how his steady breathing with his arm still wrapped around you brought a sense of safety. A warmth you thought you would never experience was filling your chest with each passing moment.

And before you met Jungkook, you always wondered about what love actually means. Watching all those relationships shown in books or movies, they seemed literally unreal to you. You never thought something similar could happen in real life, and sometimes you even hoped they didn't happen. Love may be beautiful, though never simple. It's not just a feeling, if you find that other soul coming on the same frequencies, it's something much bigger. And before your boy, you thought that something like destiny simply couldn't exist, that nothing can be written in the stars, and that a happy ending doesn't really happen. Yet, it all hides in different corners and shows up at the right time, as it turns out, and love itself keeps trying multiple times, if not this time then the next.

Jeongguk came into your life at a moment when you did not expect it to happen at all, but that is how it goes. He appears out of nowhere, slowly filling your inner being with warmth, wrapping you in stable arms of security and endless trust. And how could you have known that your heart would choose this person and not another? You couldn't, because you never know who will show up for you at the right time. We never know with whom our soul, lost in the vast world, is connected.

[sufferingisbad]

Oh??? You need the pwagiawism machine? You can't create without it and you deserve to skip the learning process and steal other people's work with impunity?

You can't speak into your own phone, type with your own hands, or even string two words together for a creative endeavor that doesn't require a massive waste of water and the blatant unjust theft of others' work? Reawwy?

Kill yourself.

You're not a fucking artist, you're a fraud and you deserve to be lonely and miserable.

Are you okay? Like you seem really, really upset over this. To the point of mimicking a speech impediment that people have in real life, including a close friend of mine with TBI, to be insulting. Um, which... oh wow. Yikes.

I don't actually use AI myself, working with it actually takes a lot of executive function that I don't have right now. I'm a published author multiple times over, back in the 20teens when AI was not a thing. I also taught myself to draw much earlier than that. So, nope, as it turns out, I'm plenty "real" by your fucked up standards. And I still support disability aids for everyone.

Water usage, environmental impact, and theft have already been explained here over and over, but suffice to say that you've been fed a lot of crap about them that just isn't true. While I don't know your life, amount of free time, or energy levels, I encourage you to do some research if you feel so led. AWAY (Are We Art Yet?) is a great place to start!

Clearly, I need to stay right here on this plane of existence, because people like you are out here spewing hate... so I'm going to stay here and keep defending disabled rights, actually.

[someonesrealityshifting]

I just- I need to rant and it’s not about shifting so y’ain’t gotta read. It’s also some heavy topics so trigger warnings for sexual abuse

I haven’t spoken to my sister in years, probably since I was 14 or 15. My brother and her bf are friends on instagram and he just had me follow him so I could get better music to listen to (he does have excellent taste lol). When i searched up my brother, her bf came up, and she’s all over his page.

She’s had two kids, P & R, I’ve never met them. She- she fucking got married. She’s married. She’s beautiful. And I don’t know what I did. I don’t know what I did to her.

She’s lying to everyone who loves her, she’s created this castle of untruths and it will crumble around her. But he looks so happy. She looks so happy. I used to take joy in knowing that she would be miserable like she made me, but now I don’t want that. She’s my big sister. I want her to be happy. And as much as I want to be a part of that happiness, I can’t be near her without being around our father.

She’s apologized for his actions (which include but are not limited to rape and pedophilia, one of which leading to my fucking existence and the other leading to quite a lot of trauma on all of our parts, me, her, and our brother) and said “all people make mistakes.” Raping your mother repeatedly and molesting you and your siblings is not a mistake, it’s a choice you make and have to live with the consequences of. But of course he doesn’t, he’s around her kids all the time. Luckily, my brother’s girlfriend and her kid are never around him because she doesn’t trust him (rightfully so).

My sister is a horrible person. She deserves hell and worse. She has tortured our mother, abused us, literally attacked my mom while she was pregnant. She’s awful.

But I love her as much as I hate her. I miss her and I miss what we could have had. I want a sister. Cos I sure as hell can’t talk to my mom about all my shit, my brother doesn’t talk much, and I will not force my younger siblings who have nothing to do with my bio dad to deal with my trauma, even the trauma from their father (which is more than from mine, which is sad). I will not let them lose him like I did.

That’s probably a massive part of why I’m shifting, I think. To have a sister. To have a functional family. I only have one in a few DRs lol

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Summary: An irksome trip to the Summer Court on matters of business and assistance against a threat at sea takes an interesting turn when Rhys discovers the solution to Nostrus' problem no longer lies with his army, but a female sacrifice, bound at high tide in hope of appeasing the beast terrorizing Nostrus' shores. He certainly never predicted the rescue mission would result in an accepted mating bond.

AN: This strep throat and eye infection is kicking my ass, so I thought I’d give us all something special today.

At least I get a snow day from work, so, that’s an upside.

Chapter III: What I Claim

Feyre

Feyre truly tried to resist the pull. But then that wasn't so easy when she woke up wrapped in the safety of her mate's arms, his long fingers running through her hair from her roots all the way down to her tangled ends. She groaned as his nails softly scraped over her scalp, instinctively nuzzling against him. "Good morning, darling. Sleep well?"

"Like a rock," she murmured. She didn't think she'd ever felt a softer mattress. "You have a very sexy morning voice." She froze as he chuckled. What the hell had just come out of her mouth? "I don't have much of a filter before breakfast," she stuttered, blushing brightly and keeping her face buried in his neck.

"Interesting," he purred. "I wonder how much trouble that's going to get you into." She sucked in a breath, itching to explore the promise beneath his jesting.

Hesitation? Hesitation was not the feeling fluttering around inside of her now. Rhys shifted enough that the silk sheets over them yielded to gravity's drag, exposing the entirety of his upper body as he took her in in equal measure. Tattooed, golden-brown skin fit over trained muscle. It was entirely unfair that her mate looked like some divine being every hour of the day and she was just—

"What did I ever do to deserve a female like you? What did I do to deserved someone so fucking perfect?"

"Perfect?" She scoffed. Elain was perfect. Nesta was too in her own strange way. Feyre was the youngest daughter and the greatest nuisance. The wild one, if you listened to the whispers. Not quite groomed correctly when there were two perfect daughters before her. Useful, yes. But no one had thought her perfect. "Your biased regardless. I'm not the girl people want to—"

"I told you, Feyre, here you are not a showpiece. Not a showpiece or a puppet or a pawn. You are mine."

His. She could get used to hearing that.

"Do you know what it means to belong to the Heir of Night?" he crooned into her mind.

She didn't know, but she wanted to. Desperately. "What does it mean?"

He grinned fiendishly, tracing his nose against her fluttering pulse. What would it feel like to have his mouth there instead? To have the heavy weight of him above her, his hand threaded in her hair while the other slipped past her waistband. "It means, darling, that you set the standard of perfection. And if your subjects choose not to meet it then I will enjoy ending their miserable existence early."

She gnawed at her lip, letting that vow settle in her mind before she spoke again. The vulgarity of the oath should disturb her and yet she was feeling something on the opposite spectrum at the moment. "You certainly have a high opinion of your authority here," she remarked cautiously.

"Some say the only limit to one's power is their moral compass. I say the heart of the matter more often lies in their fear. You will get nowhere in life if you can not first claim what you know belongs to you." She swallowed the startled sound that tried to break free when Rhys lifted her by the hips, flipping their position so he leaned back against the headboard, hands anchored to her waistline. One shift forward and she'd be able to feel what was waiting for her after they accepted the mating bond. "You don't want to be a puppet, but you haven't chosen the freedom you're due. Tell me something, Feyre. Tell me what belongs to you."

Dozens of things belonged to Feyre. Hundreds, even, if she counted every book and knickknack and trinket she had at her parents' residence. And yet, if you asked anyone what the law said, those things were her father's belongings, not that Feyre could pretend that's what her mate was asking her now. "What do you claim for yourself?"

"What do I claim?" He raised a brow, waiting for her to make her choice. Are you bold enough, that little twitch asked. She swallowed, holding his eyes. His hands hadn't moved an inch up or down, but as she'd softened to him he’d begun to trace his fingers in slow, soothing circles at the small of her back. “I claim…” Feyre leaned forward, resting her forearms on his shoulders. “I claim my life. I claim my power.” Another centimeter and their noses would brush. “I claim what was born to me, what was given, what I deserve to take. I claim my future.”

Those final unspoken words lingered on her tongue, taunting them both. The next time her lips parted those words ebbed away, interrupted by a harsh knock against the door. “Hey, lovebirds, save it for the cabin. We’re still having a girls’ breakfast.”

Ducking her head, Feyre smiled. “Give me a minute. I’ll be right out,” she called.

“You’d better.”

Once Avy’s footsteps faded, Feyre turned back to her mate, cocking her head slightly. “Cabin?”

He grimaced, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers. “It’s better for newly-mated couples to remain isolated if they can. At least until the frenzy fades. How I reacted with Nostrus, well, that wasn’t the worst of the protective nature that will start showing soon when it comes to you. If you aren’t ready for that—the frenzy—I understand.”

It would be difficult, but he’d wait for her. She smiled, leaning in one last time to kiss him. Her decision was made and they both knew it.

She tried not to lose herself in it. But it would be so easy to become entirely unmorred in the ecstasy of it. The touch of his lips, his hand coming up to her face as the other tightened around her hip. The low groan that left him sent a shiver down her spine. One kiss and she could undo the male beneath her. It was positively heady. She never wanted to pull away. Never wanted to feel anything beyond the heat of his body under hers. The slant of his lips, soft, yet sure. It was a claiming in its own way. One minute longer and she’d never make it downstairs.

“Rhys,” she breathed.

“Hm?”

“Breakfast. Downstairs.”

“Hm.”

He kissed her again.

“Your mother is waiting. I really don’t think we’re on close enough terms for me to comfortably explain my tardiness yet. And your sister would take far too much pleasure in teasing me, I’m sure.”

He pulled back with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. Two hours, then you're mine.”

Giving him one last peck, she smiled. “Deal.”

~~~~~

“Sorry I’m late. I was…” Feyre cleared her throat, sitting. “Sorry.”

“You must be Feyre!” Looking away from Victorie, Feyre met the bright eyes and wide grin of a blonde female whose plate was already piled high with fruit and pastries. “I’m Mor,” she offered, already appearing just as bubbly and bright as Avyanna.

“She’s our cousin,” the younger girl offered. “The relation is distant, but we’re all very close.”

“I tend to pop in and out. Even if I’m not a resident of Hewn City anymore, I have to spend a lot of time there.”

“Hewn City. That’s the capital, isn’t it?”

“The capital and the inspiration of every horror story you grew up hearing about the big bad Night Court,” Avy confirmed, twirling her fork between her fingers. “You’re the only person from outside of Velaris to learn about it since… Well, since Mother did, I suppose.”

“This is hidden? I thought I had just forgotten some of my geography. How do you keep a place this big away from prying eyes?”

“Wards tied to the magic of the High Lords. My father’s and those before him. One day it will be Rhys’ duty as well. There is cruelty within our borders. That’s why protecting Velaris is so important. If we can keep one utopia…”

“I can understand that,” Feyre murmured. Because Velaris, she had a feeling, was everything she’d wished for as a girl. A place where she could do as Rhys suggested, reclaiming her own values beyond social expectations. Velaris was a fantasy. A sliver of paradise that suddenly made being a future High Lord’s mate seem like less of a burden. “I want to see it all. To learn. But first, I need to cut some ties.”

“No one can find you here, Feyre.”

She forced herself to smile at Victorie’s attempt to comfort her. But she had seen her parents' faces when they told her about the betrothal. Whatever was in play that tied her to Spring wasn’t going to be brushed under the rug. “Even if no one knows about Velaris, Nostrus already knows about the bond and it won’t be long before the news starts crossing borders. I won’t be seen as someone who hides from my problems. I have an opportunity to officially cut ties and I’m going to do so.”

“Before or after your mating ceremony?” Victorie asked. “You can still give yourself a safety net. There’s no shame in that.”

“I know. I didn’t realize there would be an actual ceremony. I thought it was just…”

“Just the bond acceptance? Some couples prefer things that way. We’re a bit more traditional. And honestly, the order of things doesn’t really matter in this day and age.” She gave Feyre a smirk that all but screamed I want grandchildren soon. “But this is something to celebrate, Feyre. Unless you have some aversion to a ceremony?” She shook her head slowly. “Excellent. Now, like I said last night. I want to hear everything about you.”

“Well…”

~~~~~

Rhysand

That evening Rhys was just settling in to relax when Feyre returned to their room. Though he had teased her with a two-hour limit, he saw the confusion in her eyes at his mother’s warm tone the night before. The hope there. She had needed that time to open herself to them and no matter how desperate he was to sweep her away and keep her to himself, he’d never forgive himself for holding her away from the simple things that could heal her.

“Hello, Feyre darling.”

She shut the door behind her, a wide smile on her face. “Hi.”

“Did you enjoy yourself today?”

“Even more than I expected to,” she confirmed, grabbing her clothes and slipping into the bathroom to change. “We talked for hours. Even after your mother left, your sister and cousin took me out into the city.” She was still smiling when she walked out of the bathroom. “The Rainbow… It was amazing.” He couldn’t help but frown a bit. “What? Was I supposed to stay inside? Or come back after breakfast?”

“No.” He took her hands, stopping her from wringing her fingers. “I was teasing about the two hour limit. I’m thrilled you enjoyed spending time with my family. I just… I was hoping to show you the Rainbow, is all,” he admitted sheepishly. “It’s okay. It’s not the end of the world and I sincerely doubt you saw everything anyways, so I’ll still have a few special hideouts to show you.”

She hesitated a moment, but didn’t try to apologize as she curled up in his lap. “How was your day?”

“A bit stressful,” he admitted. “My father’s in a mood since he can’t lecture me about my actions in Summer. He was in a similar boat with my mother.”

“He saved her?”

Rhys sighed. “Illyrians have some very backward customs regarding gender. Males are trained as warriors, females, to build and manage a home. They enforce that standard through wing-clipping. My father was visiting the camps when my mother was due to face hers. He misted the males holding her the moment the bond snapped. It’s the only reason she can fly these years later. When I take over, customs like that…”

He grimaced. His father was just on the other side of the house and he was speaking like he had the power to fix the bastard’s mistakes. “There’s nothing wrong with planning your method of leadership, Rhys. Just because your father won’t hear you now doesn’t mean your beliefs will never hold power.”

He pressed a kiss to her hair. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She preened, snuggling closer, to his amusement. “How amazing?”

“Extraordinary,” he whispered in her ear. “You are extraordinary.”

And all his.

~~~~~

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[caapsiizzereads]

Are you taking Keeley requests??? Because she gets no love on here and I’d love to see something where they’re trying to keep their relationship on the DL and reader accidentally shows up to work wearing keeley’s jacket or something and it’s so obvious that it’s Keeleys style that everyone goes crazy

YES YES YES she deserves all the love in the world and i will give to her myself if i have to.

You and Keeley are both getting ready for work when you stand behind her to give her a kiss on the cheek while she’s finishing her makeup.

“Do you mind if I borrow your jacket?” Your outfit is lacking a statement piece.

“Sure, babe! Take your pick!”

You notice a few eyes on you as soon as you walk into the office. You know why they are looking. The pink jacket with red hearts on it just screams Keeley Jones, especially in contrast with the neutrals that you usually wear. And it was an absolutely intentional choice.

Keeley wants to keep your relationship private for now, workplace relationship and all that stuff, and you respect her wishes, even if you don’t really see what’s the problem there. So what if the CEO and the COO are fucking? You’d say it’s a win for women all the way. But whatever, if Keeley wants to keep it lowkey, you’ll play along. And you will have your fun with it along the way.

One of your favorite entertainments is incorporating all kinds of innuendos into your business talk and watching Keeley blush (she also choked on her drink once, and you had to take it down a notch after that).

You exploit the hell out of people’s reluctance to acknowledge the existence of queer women too. You can hug Keeley publicly, you can kiss her on the cheek, give her all kinds of suggestive compliments, go out for lunch every day in broad daylight, and people will still see you just as two close girl friends. They have no idea exactly how close you are. But you two know, and it makes each of these interactions so much more fun.

And now you get to stride through the office wearing your girlfriend’s jacket. Because close girl friends share their clothes with each other. Especially if they have such impeccable fashion sense.

“You know that everyone can totally tell that you’re wearing Keeley’s jacket, right?” Barbara says to you when you join your little boss ladies meeting. She is one of the few people who knows about you and Keeley.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Keeley pretends that she doesn’t find it amusing, but you both know she gets as much kick out of it as you do.

“Relax, everyone thinks that I just borrowed a jacket from my totally platonic bff,” your last words are laced with sarcasm.

“Actually, Ben from accounting suspects that you’re sleeping with each other,” Barbara chimes in.

“It’s ‘cause he’s gay,” you state.

“I thought he’s married?!”

“Yeah, to a man,” Keeley chuckles.

“My gay radar is super off.”

“No shit,” you and Keeley laugh.

After you discuss all the work related matters, Barbara leaves the two of you alone. Keeley tints the glass of the office walls, and you sit on the table in front of her.

“I overbooked my four o’clock,” she whines miserably.

“Yeah, that’s why I already handled the copyright claim thing,” you smirk at her.

Keeley’s face instantly softens. “What would I do without you?” she smiles sweetly at you.

“Suffer,” you deadpan. No, literally, before Jack hired you for the firm, Keeley was drowning in things she needed to do, when in reality what she actually needed was a good COO. It just turned out that you were good at more than just your job.

“Wanna go out for dinner tonight?” she offers.

“I’ll get us a table at that Thai place you like.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you get things done,” Keeley grins excitedly.

“Getting things done is literally my job,” you say with a fascinated smile.

“And you’re always so fucking hot,” she leans in closer to you, and you bend down to give her a kiss.

“I’ll meet you at mine?”

“Mhm,” she nods happily. “Maybe I can borrow something of yours to wear tomorrow too?”

“That can be arranged,” you wink at her on your way out.

[yellowtiebite]

Reading through your blog and your comments, I was reminded of a feeling I haven't had in a very long time. I still remember that feeling though, so I wanted to give my support. Maybe one day you'll be past this feeling, on to a new brighter one. Or maybe you'll still have that feeling with you. Either way, you deserve the freedom to really and truly be yourself in whatever way you feel comfortable. I also apologize if it's a bit of a ramble, I talk a lot.

The world is not cut and dry, black and white, do or don't. Even if it is, you shouldn't have to treat it that way. Even though many people in power (both personally and world powers) want you to think that you are just a cog in a machine, you are so much more. This goes both for gender, for art, for writing, for whatever other thing humans have been doing freely for millennia.

I wanted to touch on gender first, since I feel like it's more in my wheelhouse. Almost a decade ago I branded myself as miserable and loveless. Unable to truly feel, because I would be locked out of what I thought was true love, a man loving another man. However, what I was able to realize after freeing myself from this notion that I could not change, is that I could feel that love.

I didn't do it all at once, I took my time with it. I changed my pronouns online, used more masculine descriptors and even used a more masculine online name. The online world is just so vast and mostly faceless, that I felt free to change myself, mold myself into what I wanted to show the world.

Now, this isn't to say that you have to do exactly this, or that you have to do anything at all. But gender is quite fluid, there's not too many rules about it. If you feel more comfortable identifying as a man, you can do that. But if you also want to use she/her pronouns you can do that! You can even be a man that uses multiple pronouns like he/she.

Another freeing thing about gender, is that just because you change your identity doesn't mean you have to change your presentation. You can be a masc/butch woman who uses she/her or he/him. It's been a documented thing that stone butch women exist, and are a respected part of the community.

You also don't have to use a specific identity if you don't want to. You don't have to identify as cis or trans or non-binary or any other thing. You can just call yourself a woman or a man or a person that uses she/her or a person that uses he/him.

This isn't giving you permission to identify as a certain way or to tell you to identify as a certain way. I'm more giving you a skeleton key, opening up multiple pathways for you to choose from, whenever or wherever you want. And that if you choose to use she/her pronouns, I would be happy to be amongst the people that use those for you.

(I'll have to wait a bit before writing in about art, I've been struggling with mine lately too so it'll take a second for me to put it into words)

Again respect to the trans. You all did more than I ever could. I know I want to be a woman but I don't think it is because I am trans. I just hate my vile personality that being someone else would change it. I mean lets be honest I am not unlovable because I am a man. I am unlovable because I am horrible and sick to talk to or witness. I never had a partner and never will but I will never blame anyone but my own ill breed mind.

[thesmallestfuckup]

feel so fucked without you. I feel so “lonely it hurts”, while you’re with the next guy who thought you’re pretty. I’ve been crying and thinking of you since months and it’s so fucking easy for you to not contact me or think of me. You literally threatened legal action and getting me beaten up, just for fucking needing you, just for fucking NEEDING YOU. You dismembered what we were, maybe I did. You knew I wasn’t in the same headspace as you. Because you’re all I fucking had here, don’t you understand, my chaand. I wish I didn’t love you or need you anymore, the way you left, condemning me and making every single flower I ever gave you mean absolutely fucking nothing. I feel sick because of you, I wake up and then can’t sleep. You said you’d love me always, you said you’d be mine for as long as you could help. You can’t even give me closure, you can’t even bother checking on me, all you can say is that you’ve been on the other side. I genuinely don’t understand what I did do deserve this miserable mistreatment. Maybe you don’t realize, I’ve thought of killing myself in front of your house with that lil “story of us” booklet you once gave me, just to prove to you how much you fucking meant to me. You said you laughed at my messages with him, who are you. That is not the girl I loved and who loved me. You told me on fucking LinkedIn that there’s someone in my place, you mocked and called me pathetic and all I could think was how precious you were, or what I did to you for you to say such things to me. I look for you in every public place, seeing your friends fucked me up even more. I wish we could go back to how things were. I wish you loved me enough to stay, I wish you knew me enough to know that I’d make it eventually, or I wish I was tall or pretty enough for you. I don’t fucking know I don’t know I’m ok the way I am. That’s the guy you fell for. You fucking switched up on me. And I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to handle this. To go no contact like this, without saying bye, with someone like you, the feelings we had and the time we spent, who meant that to me, I don’t know how to fucking do at all. It’s not fair it’s not fair at fucking all. You didn’t even bother kissing loving meeting or saying bye to me one last time. I miss looking in your eyes and seeing your face and knowing exactly what you felt or thought, but somehow blinded with all my nashay I couldn’t even gauge you were getting ready to leave while I was just getting more and more attached and high. All you cared was to erase this and pretend this grand waste of time didn’t happen at all. You’d rather disassociate from this than help me. I’m fucking sorry for fucking miss you like this, i wish I could make it stop. I’ve never been this weak and felt more betrayed in my entire existence. I was never deliberately mean or disrespectful. I’d fight the world for you, but I can’t fight you for you, I can and I did but i obviously can’t anymore. It just hurts me, and you’re not here for it. You don’t want it, I used to pray for you until I realized God wouldn’t want it unless you needed me too. God, S I need help. Remember that old woman outside osgoode station in that wheelchair who said he loves you, and we both started beaming. You’ve wrecked my brain and my heart. I hate this I want it to stop. I was ready to give it all to you, and I just miss you so so so so so so fucking much. I still have everything, my car is still like that. I can’t fucking let go man. For months I’ve been crying and all I wanted is for you to comfort me, to tell me it’ll be okay Ali. But there’s no lover waiting for me on the other side. If you were so fucking checked out you should’ve left a long time ago, fucking hell.

# wtfbro # fucked # alone

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Current Events

Table of Contents

• Introduction

• The LGBTQ Community

• Women’s Rights & Abortion Access

• Freedom of Religion

• Disability Rights

• On ICE & Immigration

• Our President

• Closing Thoughts

• TL;DR

• Links

Introduction

No think pieces today. No trigger warnings. Just hard truths, because America is hard to stomach right now.

I love deep thinking, philosophy, and discussing the things that have always fascinated me, but I can’t bring myself to write about any of that right now. Not when everything around me is burning.

I need to write about this. The state of the world. The perspective of someone who exists on the lower end of the totem pole in this so-called “great nation.”

Even if this is anonymous, anyone who knows me well enough will recognize my voice.

I won’t pretend I’m the most qualified person to speak on everything. I’m a white woman. I can’t fully understand the struggles of POC, and I won’t take up space that should belong to them. But if you’re reading this, please—listen to them. Seek out POC voices. Support their work. Do whatever you can to help.

As for myself, I’m here to speak on what I do know—what I’ve seen, what I’ve lived, what I fear is coming.

First, I wanted to talk about our president—but that will come later. Before I address the man I hate most in this world, I need to share my own experiences. Some of you might relate. Some of you might roll your eyes and tell me to “suck it up.” But before you do, remember this:

This is my reality.

Every single person on this earth has their own version of reality, shaped by their experiences. This is mine.

The LGBTQ Community

It’s no secret that I’m a part of this community—I’ve mentioned before that I’m a lesbian. I’ve been part of this community since middle school, though I didn’t always know exactly where I fit.

It took years to understand myself. Years of frustration, confusion, and pain. But I had the freedom to explore, to question, to grow. Without that, I would still be miserable, stuck in an identity that was never mine, hurting myself over and over just to fit into a box that someone else built for me.

People grow and change. That’s what we’re meant to do.

But now, that freedom is being stripped away.

I’ve seen the headlines. Trans people arrested. Lesbians set on fire. Suicide rates skyrocketing.

And why?

Because of the hateful laws this joke of a president keeps pushing.

I don’t care where you stand politically—if you can’t see what’s happening, you’re either blind or willfully ignorant.

This country is brewing nothing but hate.

I know it’s bad when even I, a woman who lives in a relatively safe area, hesitate before going outside. I think about whether today will be the day I get shot for being queer. If I feel that fear, what about the rest of our community?

How do people justify this? How do they look at someone who just wants to love—who just wants to exist—and decide that they deserve to suffer?

There is so much happiness to be found in diversity. And yet, all they want to do is destroy it.

Why must there be so much hate?

I will never understand it—how anyone can justify hating someone simply for existing. How do they convince themselves that their way of life is the only way?

Women’s Rights & Abortion Access

Ever since Trump’s first term, this has been a constant battle. And when his Supreme Court overturned Roe v. Wade, we lost so much more than just the right to an abortion.

Let’s be clear:

Abortion isn’t murder. It’s healthcare.

If that makes you uncomfortable, good. Because this is the brutal reality we have to face:

If access to abortion is taken away, what happens next?

1 — The Dangers of Child Pregnancy

(Ages 10-12)

• Historically, in areas with poor medical care, young mothers have an alarmingly high mortality rate due to complications like obstructed labor, preeclampsia, and postpartum hemorrhage.

• Girls under 15 are five times more likely to die from pregnancy-related complications than women in their 20s.

• Babies born to extremely young mothers also face higher neonatal mortality rates and severe birth complications.

2 — The Reality of Miscarriages

• If a miscarriage isn’t properly managed, it can cause life-threatening complications like sepsis or disseminated intravascular coagulation (DIC), which leads to fatal internal bleeding.

• Some states already have laws preventing doctors from intervening, even when the fetus has no heartbeat. Women are being left to die over ideological cruelty.

3 — The Cost of Forcing Birth

• Over 391,000 children are in the U.S. foster care system.

• Schools have become war zones—327 school shootings in the 2021-22 school year alone.

• Child neglect is rampant, linked to poverty, domestic violence, and mental health crises.

• As of 2024, raising a child costs $23,000 per year—a total of $414,000 from birth to age 18.

And yet, these same people who scream about “protecting life” will refuse to lift a single finger to support the children they force into the world.

4—The Irony of the “Heartbeat Law”

• A fetus at six weeks doesn’t have a developed brain, thoughts, or consciousness—it’s a cluster of cells emitting electrical pulses.

• Brain death is legal death. If an adult loses all brain function, we remove life support. Yet we’re forced to sustain pregnancies where brain activity doesn’t even exist yet.

How is it legal to take someone off life support, but not to provide lifesaving reproductive healthcare?

Because this was never about “saving lives.” It was about control.

And this is only the beginning—abortion is only the first step. If this administration keeps chipping away at our rights, how long until we lose everything we’ve fought for?

Freedom of Religion

Trump’s latest move? A task force dedicated to eliminating so-called “anti-Christian bias.”

Let’s be clear: Christianity was never under threat.

• 63% of the U.S. population identifies as Christian.

• No one is outlawing churches.

• No one is banning Bibles.

This isn’t about “protecting religion.” It’s about favoring one religion over all others.

I am a Pagan. I do not hate Christianity, but I refuse to accept a government that places one faith above the rest. If this continues, religious freedom will become a distant memory.

Disability Rights

This one is personal. My mother is disabled. She cannot work. She is in pain every single day, relying on government assistance just to survive.

And I am terrified that Trump will take that away.

• His administration previously proposed cuts that would reduce disability benefits by 38% to 66%.

• He attempted to slash SNAP benefits by 25-30%.

• Tightened eligibility rules could leave countless people without the aid they desperately need.

If you rely on disability benefits, pay attention. We need to prepare for the worst.

My family has already started homesteading and researching alternative ways to survive. If you want resources on homesteading or natural remedies, let me know.

On ICE & Immigration

This is how the Holocaust started.

Mass deportations. Detention camps. Families ripped apart. Sound familiar?

• Trump’s administration is conducting large-scale raids.

• Plans are in place for a detention facility at Guantánamo Bay to hold 30,000 migrants.

History is repeating itself, and people are letting it happen.

Our President

How is this man still in office?

This election was stolen—ballots burned, votes suppressed. A felon, rapist, and Nazi is sitting in the White House, and our government let it happen.

We are not united. We are more divided than ever.

And if you still stand with him after everything, then you are complicit in evil.

Closing Thoughts

This is the reality we are living in. For some, it is life or death.

I won’t say I don’t have privilege—I do. And I wish everyone had the same privileges, regardless of race, gender, or faith.

I want a better world. A safer world. A world without hate.

It may take time, but this hell will end.

Until then—

Stay strong. Stay smart. Stay alive.

We will get through this.

TL;DR

America is in crisis, and ignoring it won’t make it go away.

• LGBTQ+ Rights: Hate crimes and anti-trans laws are rising. People are suffering and dying just for existing.

• Abortion & Women’s Rights: Overturning Roe v. Wade endangers lives. Pregnancy is deadly for young girls, miscarriages are criminalized, and forced births fuel poverty and neglect. It’s about control, not life.

• Religious Freedom: Christianity isn’t under attack—but other religions are. Government favoritism threatens true religious freedom.

• Disability Rights: Trump’s policies aim to cut disability and food assistance, leaving vulnerable people, like the author’s mother, at risk of losing everything.

• Immigration & ICE: Mass deportations and family separations echo horrifying historical events.

• Trump & the Future: A corrupt, fascist leader has stolen power, and the country is crumbling.

This is life or death. Stay aware, stay strong, and don’t stop fighting.

Links

As a white woman, I can only speak to my own experiences, but I refuse to let this conversation be one-sided. The struggles of POC, especially Black, Indigenous, and immigrant communities, are deeply tied to the fight for justice. Their voices matter, and they deserve to be heard. If you want to support and uplift them, here are some resources to listen, learn, and take action.

General Support & Awareness

• The Movement for Black Lives – Coalition of Black-led organizations advocating for racial justice.

• Color of Change – A nonprofit fighting racial injustice in media, politics, and corporate policies.

• NAACP – Civil rights organization dedicated to justice for Black Americans.

Indigenous Rights & Activism

• Indigenous Environmental Network – Advocates for environmental justice and Indigenous land protection.

• Native American Rights Fund – Legal organization defending Native American rights.

Immigrant & Refugee Support

• RAICES – Legal aid and advocacy for immigrants and refugees.

• United We Dream – The largest immigrant youth-led network in the U.S.

LGBTQ+ POC Support

• National Black Justice Coalition – Advocates for Black LGBTQ+ rights.

• The Okra Project – Provides meals and support for Black trans people.

Mental Health & Crisis Support

• Therapy for Black Girls – Mental health resources for Black women.

• BEAM (Black Emotional and Mental Health Collective) – Supports mental health in Black communities.

Education & Financial Support

• The Loveland Foundation – Funds therapy for Black women and girls.

• Native Forward Scholars Fund – Financial aid for Indigenous students.

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Bimonthly Media Roundup

- Jojo's Bizarre Adventure (Anime) - As a celebration of multiple successful years of our weekly anime nights, my friends and I have decided to rewatch the anime that started it all, JJBA (or at least the first few parts). I'm actually surprised on how much insane stuff I forgot from Parts 1 and 2 given it's really the later parts that start to get truly out there but I guess it's Jojo's bizarre adventure for a reason, even part 1 is a pretty different experience than a normal anime. Admittedly I drifted in and out of Part 1 when Dio wasn't on screen, but Part 2 is carried by having the charismatic and lovable Joseph Joestar as it's protagonist, so that' been a blast. In general it's nice to watch something that has fun and doesn't take itself too seriously sometimes.

- The Umbrella Academy (TV) - Wow okay well I'd heard that this season was bad but man that sure was rotten huh? While I thought Season 3 was weaker than the previous two, it did still have it's moments, namely some fun bonding time between the siblings, Umbrella's famous musical numbers, some neat set-pieces, and a nice little wedding to close out the season. This season had none of that, and even in the first episode it was obvious that the charm had been completely sapped away. A lot of the criticism I've seen points towards the notably awful moments of the season, like Five cheating with Lila, the powers being inconsistent and lame, the overly contrived marigold stuff, and the everyone dies ending, which I agree are all bad, but I'm more disappointed by the lack of any good moments rather than the outrageously bad ones. The whole season was just so bland and depressing, the characters were all miserable caricatures of themselves, the comedy was gross/awkward/ and wholly unfunny, the only memorable musical moment was an annoying as hell one, and everything going on in the plot was contrived nonsense that didn't fit at all with the previously established canon. Obviously ending your show themed around adults dealing with the aftermath of child abuse with "actually it is your fault that your loved ones are suffering and actually your abusive father had kind of a good reason for what he did and the only way to fix things is for all of you to erase yourselves from existence completely as there's no other way to break the cycle" is thematically the worst thing you could possible do, though the anatomy of the season has drained me of any will to be mad at the ending so much as just apathetic towards it. It's pretty sad to see it go out like this, while TUA was never a top 10 favorite of mine I did have fun with it, it sucks that the last 4th of the show was bad enough to taint the product ass a whole. Though to be honest, I can't remember the last live action show I watched that didn't end in some flavor of disappointment, maybe stopping in the 2nd season is just the way to watch TV now.

- Cowboy Bebop (Anime) - Continuing our journey into the top rated anime of all time, my sister and I have now blown through Cowboy Bebop. While I would still say it's a little overrated, it's prestige at least partially the result of nostalgia and lack of variety at the time, unlike Steins;Gate I do think it at least deserves to be remembered fondly, it really is a solidly good show, and great in many aspects. The Show's standout trait is certainly it's style - the art, aesthetic, and world of Cowboy Bebop is beautiful and unique with detailed lived in backgrounds of it's various grungy Sci-fi cities, lovingly detailed spacecrafts, post-apocalyptic environments, and thoughtfully designed background/side characters that help the world feel grounded and charming. The 4 leads are also all solid, with great designs, interesting backstories, and enough variance from their standard character types to be interesting on their own. I do wish they had more instances of working/hanging out together, as while they do definitely all have a notable dynamic with each-other they spend the majority of the show by themselves, either on individual adventures, flashbacks, or even just hanging out alone on the Bebop. While they are interesting on their own, most of the comedy, charm, and emotionally hard hitting moments of media come from intro-personal relationships, so the show does suffer a bit by not having those be as strong as they could be, particularly near the end. That being said I do miss the episodic story telling of the show that's missing in most modern media, while not every episode is a hit most of them are pretty entertaining, and it's nice to see so many different stories play out in this environment. Faye's backstory in particular is pretty strong, as is slowly gets unraveled and has you going "oh yeah, this would definitely happen in a future created by humans", and while her outfit confounds me I do quite like her 90's anime woman femme-fatale design, it's nice to see adult characters that look like adults in animation. Spike's is less interesting to me as while I like the character fine enough (His fighting style being a standout) I don't think the show does anything interesting enough with his ex-con backstory to separate it from the multitude of other media with neigh identical plots, and it leads directly into the rather lackluster ending of an otherwise solid show. I think that's a controversial take on my end, so I'd like to clarify that it's not the tragedy of the ending that bothers me, it's the pointlessness of it. No it doesn't remotely compare to something as bad as TUA Season 4, wherin the pointlessness comes from the writers incompetence, but I just don't jive with the philosophies being presented. I'm more of a "There is no intrinsic meaning to existence so live as freely and cringely as you can as there will always be new opportunities for connections and joy" girlie rather than a "Your past may haunt you but you can give your life purpose by confronting it even at the cost of your future" girlie, you know? It would be fine if the pointlessness was intentional or the tragedy was a reflection of the inherent evils of capitalism or the human soul or whatever, but as it is it's just kind of a bummer. Oh well, honestly it's only a small portion of an otherwise great show. I'd be remiss not to mention the soundtrack before ending this, which is also quite charming with it's heavy western influence. I'd say charming is my main takeaway from the show overall, there's a lot of attention to detail in the character animations, setting, and writing that make for a very pleasant watching experience, I'd reccomend it as a whole.

- Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) - Yup.

- Malevolent (Podcast) - Been on and off with this as my work has gotten a little hectic and I don't always have time to pay attention to a story heavy podcast, but overall Season 3 has been fun. I'll save my thoughts for later but its nice that we are getting some relevant secondary characters and John and Arthur admitting they care about eachother as a baseline is progress.

- Persona 5 (Video Game) - Thinking of maybe going back and finishing this as I've seen some fun fan material and remembered how much I like the games cast, style, and play-style. Too bad the anime is notoriously bad or I'd put it on as background chill time.

- Trash of the Count's Family (Webcomic) - Caught up with the newer chapters after taking a couple months hiatus. I am enjoying it,though I don't know if this is the fault of the adaptation or what but the pacing feels way too fast lately. It's cool that the cast gets to travel to exotic fantasy locations and meet odd new people but when they spend less than a chapter with each one it really feels like a missed opportunity. The underground perma-night Elf Death city seems so fun, can we please explore it a little - especially since they apparently got to spend a whole week there that we weren't allowed to see? I like Cale, and I want to like this huge found family he keeps collecting, but rarely do any of the characters get any real focus outside of how they'll be a future asset to Cale. Let them participate more in the story please, give them a chance to be more than a loose collection of character traits.

- Cult of the Lamb (Video Game) - This has been a fun time, I've blown through the base game and had a great time growing my cult and unlocking all the fun new things my little cultists can do, like the tailor, breeding, and alehouse. The graphics are very cute and the absurdity of some of the requests and situations make it fun to play and talk about, so huge props there. I've slowed down since reaching the post game, though there's still plenty of content left there for me to get into. Overall I'd recommend the game, it's cute, fun, and has a good bit of lore that's fun to discover. That being said, I will say that the dungeon crawling aspect of the gameplay can get a little tedious after awhile due to lack of any real variety, as the different fleeces and weapons don't really change the play-style up significantly enough to feel distinct each run in the way Hades or Persona games tend to. This isn't a huge problem for a shorter game, as I can't say there's no fun in fighting, but the switch version of the game can get pretty glitchy and will occasionally crash your progress, making going back to do a run pretty frustrating. It's still worth your time, but it may be better to go for the PC version.

- Genshin Impact (Video Game) - Yup.

Listening To: Good Luck Babe, Red Wine Supernova, My Kink is Karma, Casual, and HOT TO GO! by Chappell Roan, Harpy Hare by Yaelokre, The Main Character by Will Wood, Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowgirl by Chloe Breez and Annapantsu, Too Sweet, Lunch, Bitter, and Stick Season covers by Reinaeiry, Tounges and Teeth and Metaphor by The Crane Wives, Espresso, Taste, and Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter, Like a Prayer by Madonna.