#jealousy is ugly but i'm not feeling good about the skin i'm in as it is

[laureldogbreath]

Can somebody just fucking hold me please

[calisources]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.

I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.

You're still looking.

You make it hard to look away.

I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, that’s not fair.

If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.

How long are you going to make me wait?

How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you.

You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one.

You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?

We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?

They say the colour of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?

You're too soft.

Can we go back to making out now?

You sound jealous.

Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.

If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.

Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?

And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?

You're wet, aren't you?

You drove me mad.

She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,I would have been gentle with you, though.

I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.

I'm all yours to look at, you know.

You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish.

Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours.

. . .I hate you.

Say it again.

Grind it. Nice and fine.

I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.

Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.

Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive?

Is that a challenge, Feyre?

Do you think it's fair that you have seen every inch of me, and I have seen none of you?

Move with me now.

Touch me anywhere you please.

I want you to make love to me.

Do you know what that truly means?

You do know? You know that I will be inside you and that I will move inside you, until we are both mad from pleasure?

I want you inside me.

You have three minutes to get ready now.

I did dream about you. I didn’t want to, but I did.

What was I doing in your dreams?

Someone is watching us through the window.

All the more reason to put on a good show.

You're not in a position to make demands.

The best things are found in the most secret places.

And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.

When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.

You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?

I thought you were all about self-control.

I remember how powerful those thighs are.

You are more beautiful than I imagined.

And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold.

I'm naked underneath.

Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching?

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Please, don’t stop.

Oh, so I shouldn’t? That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?

I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.

I’ve never been with a man before.

You do bad things to me, Carrie. Very bad things.

And you, Miss, are no lady.

[meo-eiru]

heyy!! here I am with some more thoughts, this time about Elias.

honestly, for some reason, he seems like a very lonely person to me. you mentioned his will to change himself (and go to extreme lengths in that); also his almost paranoid fear of darling leaving him, (delete all of your contacts except for him, etc) – usually such level of jealousy is a sign of very low self-esteem. dunno if it's true, I just had a feeling that he's super insecure deep down. (he's afraid to look bad in our eyes, remember? to an unhealthy extent.)

and he's so empty. so beautiful on the outside, but so so empty. he loves you, he exists for you, isn't that enough? it isn't. you can't feel genuine affection for someone just because they look good. and Elias knows that! he's actually self conscious (unlike some elf with big tatas), but he can't offer you anything else, which must make him feel even more insecure, because deep down he knows that he won't be able to keep you by his side forever.

actually that will of his to go to extreme lengths for us is pretty frightening. how toxic it can be? depends on the darling! because if you are a normal person, you'd be patient with him, change him, and have a happy ever after and all those boring things. but what if Elias happens to fall in love with an unreasonable and possessive monster?

I feel like he'd go very well with a darling who's yandere for him too. and a stereotypical one at that, who'd want to keep him by their side like a pretty doll. get it? not a life partner, not even a human. a doll, a pretty thing to take care of. they would choose pretty clothes for him, brush his hair, but at the end of the day, he's nothing more but a pretty thing, an object.

I really like the doll metaphor for Elias. (I'm a huge doll lover, I ever have one of that super expensive bjd) dolls are beautiful, but aren't alive. they can't be someone you'd open your heart to; under their shiny porcelain skin, they're hollow.

unlike Silas, Elias is a more tragic character in my eyes. he's willing to carve his bones to whatever shape you desire, because if he isn't validated and noticed by you, he has no value. and you (if you are a normal person) will grow tired and bored of him, sooner or later. he wants to be loved, when there's pretty much nothing to love in him.

unlike Silas, his love can ruin only himself.

(I swear it's not like I want to see him suffer in particular. I'm open to all kinds of despair, pain and sadness, whether it yan's or darling's!)

(also I tried to find his colour scheme, but all I found was you mention his hair, so it's just how I think he looks like.)

DHDKDHDKYS NOT ONLY IS YOUR ANALYZES AMAZING YOU ALSO DREW ELIAS??? AND HOW DID YOU GET HIS COLOR SCHEME SO RIGHT???

I love you thank you god I love asks like yours.

You’re very on point, Elias is like a pretty doll. Beautiful on the outside but completely empty inside, and that beauty is the only thing that gives him any kind of worth. He’s aware of this more than anyone.

He’s not rich, he doesn’t have an amazingly successful career, no hobbies, no specialities, no interests. He’s extremely pathetic and all he can do is pitifully attempt to pull you down to his level.

That’s why committing self harm comes so easily to him even if he doesn’t yearn for it. Endangering himself, his only value, his body, is the only way he can keep you with him. He doesn’t have any power over you he can use against you. He only has this disgustingly and pathetically beautiful body.

He wants to be loved by you, he wants you to be obsessed with him as much as he is with you, but deep down he knows he doesn’t have any qualities that could deserve such love. That is why he leans into his appearance so hard, since the moment he was born that face of his was the only thing that gave him any sort of value.

If you find any part of him ugly he’ll have no choice but to try to fix it even if it completely ruins him. Because he thinks that’s the only way for him to keep your eyes on him. He’s just through and through pathetic. Extremely pitiful.

He would indeed roll well with a yandere reader who treats him like a living doll. Because Elias wants to be values by you, even if it means getting stripped of the little sense of identity he had. He wants you to keep your eyes on him and see him as an object who exists for your satisfaction. Because at the end of the day that is what he is. An empty shell who was unfortunate enough to be born with the ability to love.

Elias’ existence can’t handle his own love. He’ll start breaking from inside out like a doll under pressure. That’s why he needs your reassurance, he needs you to reaffirm his worth. He can’t exist for himself so he needs to exist for you. He might be a beautiful shell of a human but he too can have some sort of value if he’s being used like a tool by you.

But watching you also makes him feel extremely jealous and frustrated. Because you have everything he doesn’t have. You have hobbies, things you enjoy, things you do for yourself, people who stay with you not for your outer shell but for who you are inside. Everything Elias never had and never will.

That’s why he tries so hard to ruin your relationships and threaten you to stay with him, to keep you at his level like a pathetic bug. Because you’re not like him. You can abandon him any day of the week and continue your life like you lost nothing, but Elias isn’t like that. If he loses you he truly will have nothing left.

So please love him, ruin him, break him, treat him right, use him, make him feel alive, give him some sort of value. Please be kind to Elias. He needs you more than anyone on this world

[star-sim]

how you hurt him ☆ ot7

☆ non-idol! ot7 enhypen x fem! reader ☆ summary: all the ways that you hurt him (ft. song lyrics) ☆ genre: angst ☆ warning(s): toxic relationship, toxic! reader, mentions of cheating, this is practice for an english project so please bear with me, most of this is very figurative/abstract ☆ word count: 2.9k total ☆ aka enhypen boys as sad love songs, it’s like 1am i will edit later 😭

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!

heeseung ☆

"why would you ever kiss me? i'm not even half as pretty" — heather, conan gray

was there something wrong with heeseung? what if he wasn't good enough for you? did you think he was ugly? disgusting? annoying? needy?

at the beginning of your relationship, you made it clear to heeseung that you weren't good with words.

"don't worry about it," heeseung had told you. "i'm not good either."

he thought you meant that you found it hard to say "i love you."

what you meant was that you were indeed good with words, just bad at saying nice things to him.

at first he thought he was being ridiculous, a prisoner of his own mind.

he knew you loved him— how could you possibly not?

but if you loved him, why did you say such nasty things to him?

"god, heeseung, you're so stupid."

"i can't believe i'm dating someone like you."

"i'm disgusted with you."

he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

what had he done to make you repulsed by him? was he being sensitive?

he hated himself for all of it.

he hated the creeping feelings of jealousy that would suffocate him like a noose to a prisoner whenever he saw you talk to another man. did you like him more than heeseung? what if you wanted to leave him?

he hated how he craved what little kind words you could give him. it was so rare for you to compliment and speak to him gently, so when you did, heeseung was drunk on it.

he hated how insecure he got.

he hated how his mind was a gallow of its own.

he hated how afraid he was.

"you're so pretty," you whispered into his ear.

heeseung's stomach did flips. did you really mean it? was he as pretty as all the other men you entertained yourself with? was that why you kissed him and not them?

did this mean that you really loved him?

heeseung felt something tighten around his neck. not in that suffocating way that made him claw at his skin until he bled as he stared in the mirror asking himself what could be changed, but in the way that made him feel warm all over.

he’d wait at the gallows like a convicted prisoner, he’d stand there proud, ready to say his last words. he’d keep his hands behind his back, he’d admire the brass noose that would be his eternal necklace.

because for heeseung, to be with you, and to love you, was to be helpless.

to love you was to wait like a dog in the cold.

to love you was to eat your every word like it was his last meal.

to love you was to be your prisoner waiting for you to execute him.

jay ☆

"pretend that we are more than friends, then of course I'll let you break my heart again" — let you break my heart again, laufey

it's not your fault, jay tells himself. it's not your fault that you can't love him.

but at what point does it become your fault?

you knew that he loved you. he'd told you multiple times, shown you a billion other times. anyone with eyes could tell that he was head over heels in love with you. everyone knew.

especially you— you who rejected him time and time again, laughing that he was just a friend to you.

but here you were, pressing yourself up against him, looking at him with lidded eyes and licking your lips like you wanted to eat him. you held his hand against your chest, whispering a soft "good night." jay knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, not with you so close to him, not with the ache in his chest.

it's not your fault that he loves you, jay thought. but it is your fault that you lead him on, that you pretend to kiss him, that you snuggle up next to him knowing that he'd lay down his life for you.

did you enjoy torturing him like this?

what pleasure did you take in constantly making him think that he had a chance with you?

was this how it was going to be forever?

were you always going to keep him waiting like this, just because you knew that he'd stay no matter what?

jay swallowed the lump in his throat.

he couldn't continue living like this, having you play with his feeling like this.

"jay..." you mumbled, reaching out for him. jay was pulled out of his thoughts, his eyes flickering to you. you looked so innocent and peaceful despite himself. how could he ever stop? how could he stop when it was you at hand?

"i'm here," he hummed, throwing an arm around you. i'm always here.

you were warm, and soft, and everything that jay could ever want in a person. your soft breathing brushed up against his cheek.

jay stared at your sleeping face.

would it hurt to pretend that you were more than friends?

he let his eyelids fall slowly.

he could imagine you and him dancing in the kitchen, laughing together as the scent of jay's cooking filled the apartment. jazz music would be playing, and you'd pretend to be an old flapper couple from the '20's, swirling around the cold kitchen tiles.

your words from earlier echoed in his head.

"i love you so much, jay!"

"you're the best."

"how could i ever be so lucky to meet you?"

it made his heart pound in his chest, unable to hide the lovesick grin spreading on his face.

he knew your words meant nothing, that you truly only saw him as a friend.

he needed to stop this delusion now, else he'd be even more hurt than he already was. you broke his heart over and over again, as if it meant nothing to you.

but as you and him twirled around his head, basking in each other's presence, jay couldn't bring himself to let you go.

he'd let you, jay thought. he'd let you break his heart.

as many times as you wanted.

jake ☆

"the other man will always cry himself to sleep, the other man will never have her love to keep" — the other woman, lana del rey

of course jake knew that he wasn't the only man in your life.

how many times did he lay in bed at night, wishing that it was him that could hold you? how many times did he dream of being the man that could call you his? how many fantasies did he have of marrying you, of giving you the world?

and how many times did he have to remind himself that he couldn't have you— that you already had someone to love?

it made jake feel sick, seeing all the pictures that you posted with you and your husband, hearing all the chatter about your 2-year wedding anniversary, and forcing himself to smile as a tight-lipped "congratulations" fell from his mouth.

but what made him even more sick was how happy he felt whenever you showed up at his doorstep in the depths of the night.

jake couldn't help it.

he couldn't help how his stomach did flips when your hands slithered up his chest, wrapping around his neck as you pressed kisses against his jaw.

he couldn't help how his body moved on its own as he took in the scent of your perfume, his head filling with nothing but you, you, you.

he couldn't help how he craved you, how he was unable to pull away from you, even though he knew you had a husband waiting for you back home.

he couldn't help how for a moment, he could pretend that you were his; for a moment, he could live in the illusion that he was the one that you came home to every night, that he was the one that you woke up with in the morning, that he was the one that you sat at the kitchen table with to discuss your weekly grocery list, that he was the one that you laughed with in the depths of night, that he was the only man that you loved.

but as quickly as it started, you were already out the door, waving goodbye with a sweet smile as if you hadn't committed a crime against your husband.

jake knew the sight of your retreating back better than anyone, and as he closed the door, he'd suck in a sharp breath.

he would deny it over and over, until his words lost meaning.

but he knew the truth.

he was a fool for thinking that he could have you, for after all this time, he was the other man.

sunghoon ☆

"i bet on losing dogs, i know they're losing and i'll pay for my place" — i bet on losing dogs, mitski

you and sunghoon were never meant to work out, and he knew this.

everyone said that you'd hurt him. he'd seen it with his own eyes, how you bore your bloody teeth and ripped into people like they were your prey, how you barked venomous words at people.

you were a losing dog to begin with, a losing dog that would never truly love him the same way you loved yourself.

and before he knew it, sunghoon realized that everyone was right.

you sunk your teeth into him, feasting on what love he could give you like a ravenous hyena.

but how could he resist you? how could he resist your touch, your warmth, your limited moments of compassion?

wounded, bleeding, scarred, sunghoon staggered away from the killing floor. yet, he was unable to stop himself from turning over his shoulder to see your face.

there was something disgusting he felt, something that made sunghoon nauseous. his stomach churned. and then he realized, he couldn't bring himself to leave you.

because you were a starving dog, thristy for a victim.

because you were a wailing dog, weeping over your kill as if it would atone you.

because you were a losing dog, a dog that sunghoon placed his bets on.

and it was time for him to pay the price of his actions.

sunoo ☆

"i know who you pretend i am" —washing machine heart, mitski

sunoo wasn't stupid.

he knew it better than anyone, that your heart didn't belong to him. it never did, and it never will.

sunoo saw the way that you yearned, he saw the way that your eyes lit up, he saw the way that you gazed with love in your eyes— all for someone that wasn't him.

so why did you kiss him like he meant anything to you? why did you hold him like he could have you?

he knew why.

"i missed you so much," you breathed against his ear, pressing him against the wall. "so, so, so much."

the taste of your lips was addicting.

you liked to kiss roughly. you liked to run your fingers through his hair and pull it harshly, making him groan lowly against your lips. you liked to slip your fingers up his shirt, making him shudder.

sunoo liked to kiss gently. he liked it when your lips would melt against his. he liked it when you played with the clasp of the silver chain around his neck. he liked it when you pulled away and giggled softly at the lipstick smudge at the corner of his lip.

he didn't like it rough like you did.

but he took it all.

he took it all, because he loved you.

he took it all, even though he knew that you were kissing him pretending that he someone else.

it wasn't hard to tell.

you wore the gold necklace that he gave you, never any of the ones that sunoo got you.

you didn't even blink when sunoo's name was said, but the mere mention of his interests or career had you reeling.

and of course, he liked when you kissed roughly so you were a rough kisser, even though sunoo liked it gentle.

you don't even look at sunoo the way you look at him.

when you said "i miss you," sunoo could tell that you didn't mean it.

you didn't miss sunoo, you missed him. you just missed the attention that sunoo gave you.

he knew who you pretended he was.

but all he could do was look into your eyes, and be reminded of a tragedy: that while you couldn't love him back, he loved you.

"i missed you, too," he whispered back, swallowing the lump in his throat, swallowing his dignity.

jungwon ☆

"if you need to be mean, be mean to me" — i don't smoke, mitski

to be vulnerable, to be at someone's mercy, to be someone's lamb for the slaughter, was jungwon's biggest fear. he'd die before he'd let someone take advantage of his weakness.

yet as you slipped out of his grip, your once loving eyes turning cold as hands that once held him in your arms became the hands that striked him, all he could do was sit back and take it.

words like daggers into his back, slashing him over and over like he was a sacrificial lamb for a god that could not save him. hot tears would line as eyes as you raised your knife at him, sending shivers down his spine that made him cower into his skin, chanting apologies like they were prayers.

jungwon should run. after all, that was all he spent his life doing.

but how could he escape you when you kissed his tear-stained face? how could he leave you, for when your anger simmered down you cradled his cheek, whispering that you loved him?

it hurt, it hurt so bad.

but if you must destroy him, if you must slaughter him until your killing floor was covered in blood, if you must cut him up into little pieces for your own pleasure, so be it.

he'd follow you into the slaughterhouse, knowing full well that the darkness was the last thing he'd ever see, and jungwon would close his eyes and thank the person that crafted your blade anyway.

you can kiss him, you can hold him close, or you can strike him, you can treat him like an animal. he wouldn't care. it would be the same either way; he'd be glad that it was you.

for he was your lamb, and you were his butcher; for if you needed to be mean, be mean to him.

riki ☆

"even though she isn’t even really gone, but things are just different ever since she cut her blue hair off" — blue hair, tv girl

of course riki noticed. how could he not?

all those bored looks when he was talking, aimless nods when he asked you a question, and loveless kisses that you pressed against his skin. it took you hours to respond to his texts and calls, and when you did, you responded curtly. you stopped coming home, always having plans on weekends with no time for him.

riki didn't know what happened.

he thought that you and him had such a great relationship, filled with love and laughter.

but somewhere along the way, you seemed to lose interest in him.

he asked all your friends, but they said nothing changed about your behavior.

did riki do something wrong? did he make you angry? all questions that he'd never find the answer to.

the silence was piercing, ringing in his ears. he'd just asked you how your day was, and all he got back was a simple, vacant stare, before you turned back to your phone, scrolling mindlessly. his heart sunk so his stomach, brows crashing together.

had riki lost you? all he wanted was for you to look at him, for you to acknowledge him. was he being dramatic?

please, riki begged. please look at me, please see me, please love me.

[getinthecar-elizabeth]

Anonymus asked: hello. Please can you write one where the reader is insecure about their relationships because she's not famous or popular, and also of what his fans are saying about her and then he reassures her that he's in love with her and protects her.

Here you go anon 😊

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Kylian invited you to one of the events he goes to. There are a lot of celebrities here. That means there are a lot of beautiful women, too: models, actresses, musicians, influencers, you name it. And they all want a piece of Kylian.

You watch from a distance as he is pulled in different directions to take pictures. You try to ignore the jealousy in your heart as you watch him take pictures with different women. You know it doesn't mean anything. He's just being nice and polite. But it doesn't help how you feel.

It is in moments like these when you realize just how different you and Kylian are. That you come from different worlds. He's Kylian Mbappé, a football superstar and France's golden boy, and you're just, well, you. A random lab technician nobody knows.

You silently observe the women around you. They are dressed in expensive designer clothing and shoes. And you are there, with your simple bodycon dress and sneakers to match. Kylian told you it was a casual event so you didn't need to dress up. But now you felt completely underdressed.

The women are tall with long silky hair. Their flawless skin makes you hyper aware of the remnants of acne scars on your face.

You watch Kylian. He looks so comfortable around these people as he talks and laughs with them. They belong in the same world after all. They are all rich and famous.

Looking around you, you see the types of girls who would be better suited for him. 'How did a random girl like me end up with a guy like him?' You wonder.

Soon, feelings of insufficiency and insecurity creep in. You start to feel that you're not good enough...not pretty enough. You start to think that he deserves better. That he deserves someone on his level. And these thoughts plague your mind on your way home. Kylian assumes that you're tired since social gatherings were not your thing.

When you arrive at home, you change into sweatpants and one of Kylian's shirts. You lie on the bed and scroll on your phone. A big mistake when you find yourself on Instagram.

You read the comments on one of the pictures of you together posted by some random fan account.

Comments:

>Kylian could definitely do better 🥱.

>She's not even his type😕.

>Can't wait for Kylian to dump her and find someone better 🙄

>She's sooo ugly 🤣🤣🤣

>What's wrong with her face? 🧐

Each comment is like a dagger to your heart. You are trapped in your mental turmoil, you don't notice the tear drop landing on the pillow beneath you.

Kylian stands in the doorway of the bedroom, observing you. He's now worried about your silence. He pushes off the door and walks towards you. He climbs the bed, situating himself behind you. You are so engrossed in your phone you don't even notice him.

"Chérie, what's wrong?" His voice startles you.

As he leans over you, his eyes catch sight of your phone screen and he grabs it from you. He sits up and reads the comments then looks at you. Your eyes are red from the tears you're holding back.

"Y/n, I told you to not pay attention to these people. They don't know what they are talking about." He says.

"But they are right though. I don't even know why you chose me. I'm not pretty, or rich, or famous like those girls at the party," your voice trembles as you speak.

"Baby," Kylian coos. He puts your phone on the nightstand and holds your hands. "You don't have to be any of those things for me to love you, okay."

"I feel like I'm not good enough for you. And I'm afraid that one day you will realise that and leave me for a model or something," you confess as the tears finally fall.

"Oh, baby. That's not true. I would never do that." He hugs you, cradling your head to his chest. He lets you cry on him and he rubs you back. After you come down, he wipes your tears and then gets off the bed. He holds his hand out to you. You grab it and stand in front of him.

Kylian places his hands on the hem of your/his shirt and starts to lift.

"Kylian, what are you doing?" you look at him in confusion.

"Don't worry babe. If I wanted to take you I would have done so already," he smirks, his voice teasing. "Now, take off your clothes."

You huff but let him do what he wants. You lift your hands and he takes your shirt off. Next, he grabs the waistband of your pants and pulls them down. You step out of them, remaining in your panties. He then leads you to the walk-in closet and makes you stand in front of the full-body mirror while he stands behind you.

"Look at that," he points to your reflection in the mirror. "Do you know what I see?" He asks you.

"No," you shake your head.

"Well, I see the woman I love. The one who has my heart. The most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on." He says, his voice tender.

You stand there looking at your reflection with your mind full of doubt. "What is beautiful about me? I mean, what do you love about me?" You ask, your voice is timid and unsure.

"For starters, I love your lips. They are plump and soft and delicious," he places a kiss on your jawbone.

"Next, it's your boobs," he grabs your breasts in his hands. "Number one they are real, not fake like a lot of celebrities. I love how your left boob is slightly bigger than your right boob. And you know I love to lick them," he licks the back of your ear, tickling you and making you giggle. "And one day, my kids are going to feed from them. And now to your stomach," he brings his hands down to cradle your stomach. "I love your little pudge. I love how when you wake up in the morning, it's flat, but once you eat, it expands. I know you love food, and when I see your tummy poking out it makes me happy because I know you are happy when you eat your favourite food. And one day, it's going to be bigger because I am going to put my baby inside you." He gives you a cheeky grin and you shake your head but chuckle.

"And now to your booty," he says making you giggle. He squeezes your butt cheeks. "You have the most beautiful ass. You have no idea how sexy you look and what you do to me when you wear those tight dresses. And I love the sound it makes when I..." he taps your ass, "spank it," he wiggles his eyebrows, making you snicker.

Kylian closes his eyes and shakes his head as if he's trying to shake off a distant memory.

"And now to my favourite part of all, your curves. Hmm," he groans as he rubs and grabs your thighs. "I remember the first time I saw you in a dress, I had no idea you were hiding such beauty under those baggy t-shirts. And those lines on your thighs..."

"My stretch marks," you correct him.

"Yes. The way they are perfectly carved on your thighs, hips and ass, they are like a road map to my heart," he says, and you blush. "And you don't wear short dresses and skirts often, but when you do, your beautiful legs are on full display. And we both know you have the prettiest feet that would make even models jealous. You just like hiding them in socks." All this he says while looking into your eyes in the mirror.

You sigh with a smile on your face, "thank you," you say softly.

"I'm not done," he suddenly says.

"Oh," your eyes widen in surprise as he turns you around to face him.

Your hands hold onto his shoulders and he plants his hands on your hips.

"I love your height. I love how when you can't reach something on a high shelf you call me to get it for you. It makes me feel wanted, and that makes me feel good, to know that you need me. And I also love how you sometimes stand on your tiptoes to kiss me." He smiles sweetly at you.

"And I love your personality. You have a great sense of humour. You entertain my shenanigans," he laughs and you join him.

He places his forehead against yours. "And I love your heart. You are so caring, and kind. I admire how you treat Ethan like he's your own little brother, and how you treat Lana and Isaiah like your own children. I know you are going to make a great mother one day." He says in a soft and gentle voice.

You bask in the confessions of his love. All your worries and insecurities fading away.

"And I love how you love me for me. Sometimes this life of fame can get too much, and you are my piece of normal in this madness. You always take care of me. You remind me that I'm also human, that I can't be strong all the time. All those girls may have external beauty, but you are beautiful inside and out, and there's no one I would rather be with." Kylian looks into your eyes as he speaks, his voice full of sincerity.

You don't know what to say so you cup his cheeks, stand on your toes and kiss him. You appreciate how he addressed your insecurities instead of waving you off and telling you that you're crazy and you know he loves you.

But he was not done.

The next day, Kylian posted a picture of you together on Instagram. The picture is a headshot. In the picture, Kylian is behind you, kissing your cheek. Your eyes are closed and you have a big smile on your face.

He captioned it:

k.mbappe: My heart in human form ❤️ @Y/N.mbappe

Comments:

kimpembe3: It is good to be in love, non? 😉k.mbappe: Oui 😁

ethanmbappe: mon frère et ma soeur ❤️k.mbappe: petit frère 😉❤️

Username887: They are so cute 🥰.

Username657: You deserve better😒

k.mbappe: That is why I am with her and not you.

Username0987: She ain't that pretty 🙄

k.mbappe: Then I would hate to see you.

Username9304: Ooooh, @Username0987 got cooked 🔥

Username536: Kyky ain't playing with his wife. Y'all better watch it 😂

judebellingham: Our wife 🤍

k.mbappe: 🤼 👊

judebellingham: JK mate 😅

Y/N.mbappe: Bébé 🙈☺️

k.mbappe: Chérie 😍😘

achrafhakimi: Happiness looks good on you bro😄

k.mbappe: merci mon frère 😊

Username690: I don't see what he sees in her 🤨

k.mbappe: Then you should get your eyes checked 👀

Username345: @Y/N.mbappe come get your man 😫

Y/N.mbappe: Let him cook 🔥🍳 😂😂😂

You couldn't help but laugh at Kylian's replies as you scrolled through the comments. He knew how to make you feel better.

[crypticpuffin]

behold..... the first section of the first chapter of my fic. I got discouraged with it lately but I'm gonna try and keep going with it if I can anyways. read the excerpt below the cut!

Chapter 1

Lambert touched the console nearest to her, allowing the ever-present hum of the ship to vibrate through her space-weary bones. Just the knowledge that they were on their way back home made the feeling somewhat soothing; a promise of safe passage, maybe, or just a reminder that there was nothing to worry about.

She knew she was being ridiculous when she worried about what ifs– she’d always been a worrier, and everyone had always told her to relax, to just let it go. But Joan Lambert had never been very good at letting things go.

Are you scared, little lamb?

“Lambert?”

Upon hearing her crewmate’s voice, she retracted her hand from the console– it was stupid, but something about being alone with someone else (another woman, her brain specified unhelpfully) often made her feel a bit insecure and even nervous. Ellen Ripley was unfortunately no exception. She turned around to face the ship’s third officer, feeling suddenly self-conscious of her appearance. Cryosleep had left her feeling used up and vaguely sick– she was sure that much was evident on her face.

“Yes?” Lambert asked, forcing out the word through the thick buzzing of her thoughts.

If Ripley noticed anything was amiss, thankfully, she didn’t show it.

“Family dinner in five– Dallas’ orders,” she stated simply, but with a little quirk of her lip at the word family. Always that effortless way about her– like other people didn’t scare her. Like nothing scared her.

If Lambert let herself feel it, she might’ve envied her crewmate’s seeming fearlessness; but jealousy was an ugly thing, and besides, Ripley had done nothing to earn any ill will on her part. She was just trying to get by and get home, like all of them. Instead, Lambert let herself feel only a discomfort settle over her skin at the other woman’s words, like an invisible itch she didn’t dare touch.

“Okay, thanks,” she replied, smiling as effortlessly as she could pretend to. She wanted to turn around and drown in her thoughts again, let them pull her under and fill her marrow with that familiar white noise, but Ripley wasn’t leaving. In fact, she was knitting her eyebrows together just slightly; a small tug of concern, maybe, like she’d seen Lambert’s facade for what it was. Shit.

She hated that other women made her feel like this sometimes, especially beautiful women like Ripley– around them, she felt exposed, different. She had transitioned very early in life, but that didn’t mean there weren’t days that that acid doubt didn’t eat away at her, that burning fear that spoke in her mother’s voice and asked her:

Why do you think you could ever fool them?

Most of the time, it was just more static in the incessant din of her head; but sometimes she might have sworn that she could hear that voice as if her mother was standing right behind her, as if her ghost had persisted through the cold vastness of space just to haunt her.

“Are you all right, Lambert?”

She blinked her heavy thoughts away, letting them sink into the pit of her stomach like stones to the sea floor.

“Yeah,” she answered, managing a breathless chuckle as she said it. “I’m fine.” Sensing this might not be enough to dispel her crewmate’s concerns, she went on, “Just still waking up from the cryosleep. Always leaves me kinda disoriented, I guess.”

Ripley nodded with a little smile.

“Yeah, I can’t say I don’t feel the same,” she agrees, and Lambert thinks she can see a small light in her dark eyes, as if she was enjoying the conversation. She doesn’t know what to make of that. “If it helps, Brett managed to throw up afterwards.”

That got an almost involuntary laugh out of her. “Why do you think that would make me feel better?”

She shrugged, but her smile hadn’t faded in the slightest. “I mean, it’s just kind of impressive. After all that time, what did he even have to throw up?”

Lambert’s mouth fell open before a few incredulous, but genuine notes of laughter tumbled out of it. “You’re disgusting, oh my god. Why would you even talk about that?”

Ripley’s smile turned into something more sly, but no less warm.

“I don’t know. Maybe I just wanted to make you laugh.”

Lambert almost choked on thin air. What?

Before she could even attempt to formulate a response to that, Ripley was already flashing her an almost professional smile– almost, because it didn’t reach the amused warmth in her eyes at all– and turning to make her way over to the mess hall, where the others were probably waiting. 

As Lambert watched her go, she began to notice that the buzzing in her head had subsided; in its place, she could feel a soft humming, vibrating through her whole body, seeping through her skin and swirling in her ears like music sometimes did.

She didn’t know how to put a name to the sensation… but maybe, if she was brave enough, she could find out.

[whatsaneggimcis]

Signs everything I thought I knew was wrong

I needed to dump my thoughts and feelings somewhere because I feel like im annoying my support group. I think my egg finally cracked Wednesday and immediately I had to start researching and buying gender affirming things. Anyways, here's my list of signs that I wish I had seen like a decade ago, please be kind I'm very new to opening up like this

Another Girl in elementary threatened me with makeup and cross dressing and I wanted it bad.

I think this one is such a major factor in why I feel like this has to be real. Its well before puberty and well before I knew transitioning was a thing. Just a natural thought for someone who’s the wrong gender

Multiple times pleading with god to just make me a girl

Still cis tho obv

Thinking if I held still for long enough in bed, some sort of magic would make me a girl and fix this wrong body of mine

I still remember the dreams where im a girl, i legit became proficient at lucid dreaming just for it.

Ah fuck the egg_irl memes are hitting too hard

My favorite game character is Bridget, listening back to the song is hitting really hard actually

Legit had an anxiety attack and took a day off work because my transfem friend said “careful, i said the same thing before i came out”

Wishing i had magic to turn myself into a girl

Playing female characters just to feel cute

Putting on leggings in highschool, then sleeping in them

Some female mannerisms

Kinda hating my poor skin but couldnt do anything about it since thats only for women am i right fellas

Mild euphoria when someone says good girl

Envisioning myself as the girl during fantasies

Jealousy over a womans body

Ive never seen any man sit cross legged at a table the way i do, idk why that one pops up but i’ve seen plenty of other girls do it

Desire to steal womans clothing to cross dress

At current moment I have no desire to bite my nails because I want them to grow out, even though I was a nail biter for 27 years

In pre school, tried to convince another girl to swap clothes with me

In pre school, loved pretending i was at a hair salon and the other girls in the school would give me a haircut. It gave me ASMR

Speaking of ASMR, I like exclusively listen to makeup, nail and hair roleplays

Feeling like i dont want to transition because I could be ugly

After realization, I dont have nearly as much of an appetite, maybe subconscious bodily sabotage in the form of overeating

Not seeing any future when I tried to plan my life better, before I ever considered the option of becoming trans

Feeling hurt when my dad made somewhat transphobic comments about my trans cousin

Wondering what my parents would do if i woke up one day as a woman and had to explain that to them

Genuine euphoria at the idea of trying on womens clothing, but thinking that i was weird and kinky

Playing with stuffed animals with my best childhood friend, a fellow girl

Hating my balls

I bet it feels good to cry, its probably cathartic

Hating body hair god i hate this so much, I’m just bad at shaving it and dont want to be covered in razor burns and have to explain to coworkers why I shaved my legs and arms

Hating my nose

Adopting a super masculine persona

Forcing myself to have a much deeper voice to not feel any of my true feelings

Actually seeing a future after considering becoming trans

Being hurt by transphobic comments at work before I realized my egg status

Was I sending what they said to my friend because i was hurt by it and wanted reassurance?

When i started drawing again, i had no desire to draw “cool badass epic shit” i just wanted to draw super cosy watercolor paintings.

God damn it i’ll say it, I fucking love pastels. Both the art medium and the color spectrum

Repression of my desire to dance and sing, or I guess express myself in any format due to internalized transphobia

“Mens fashion is so lame, girls have it so good. Im cis tho”

Pure depression my entire adult life

Wanting genuine friend connections with women in a more feminine way

Never caring about going out and buying clothes because none of them worked for me

Trying to force myself to not look at girls clothes because “thats only what weirdos do”

On this topic, how the fuck did i think this shit was normal… i wasnt watching women or anything, its not like i was being creepy in reality. I just wanted to see the womens clothes. Why is that such a bad thing for someone to want

Being jealous of my friend since he was openly wearing his girlfriend’s sweatshirt

Dude i stared longingly at a pink gamer girl chair, still cis tho

Speaking of gamers, being super jealous of C9 Sneaky that he could pass so well and was totally fine with showing that whole side of himself online. Same with Finnster.

I think i hate my voice, ever since realizing this about myself i cant help but hear my voice and think its not me

Being afraid to see a therapist because im not sure honestly

Fearing crying, but that might not be internalized transphobia and actually just be a side product of the vice grip on masculinity in society

Daydreaming about becoming a girl

General body dysmorphia

I want to cry but i cant, why cant I cry why

[ayyy-pee]

your hc about kishibe being jealous about readers’ ‘little vacation’ with aki was so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 i need a fic about peepaw like that 😭😭

omgggg hahaha when yall call him peepaw, i lose it lmfaoooo. i was thinking about this while i was working. but i got a little drabble for you. nothing crazy

i'm a firm believer that aki is the only person who can pull jealousy out of kishibe. he's someone kishibe actually respects who understands your lifestyle, can empathize with you and honestly may be more similar to kishibe than he would like to acknowledge

so in the company meeting held after your return, when kishibe stumbles in a little more tipsy than he intended and misses his opportunity to sit next to you, he's just a little bit bothered to see you sitting shoulder to shoulder with aki. only a tiny bit annoyed when aki leans over and whispers something in your ear that makes your eyes widen and has you giggling behind your hand

you two seem to have gotten closer since your little stint in the hotel together. when kishibe thinks about it, it makes sense. you both survived what he's sure was a traumatic experience fighting a devil together. but when he sees you and aki together, hears you and aki make your inside jokes, sees the way aki's gaze lingers on you a little longer than kishibe likes, he can't help but wonder if anything happened in that hotel room

it's pathetic really. he knows you'd never do that to him. he knows aki wouldn't dare actually make a move. it's all in his head, which only makes him drink more. he hates the notion of being jealous. hates the notion of losing you to aki (or anyone) even more

company meeting or not, kishibe pulls out his flask and takes a large swig of whatever he dumped in there this morning. he can't remember

when you get home later that night and crawl into bed with kishibe in nothing but your little panties and t-shirt, he finds himself wondering if aki got to see you like this, that green eyed monster rearing its ugly head again. he'd drink the feeling away, but he left his liquor in the kitchen and he's too lazy to get it now. but you wrap your arms around him, kissing along his neck, across his jaw, along the scar on his cheek and the feeling subsides, if only for a moment

"i missed you so much, kishi," you whisper against him. his hand drifts under your shirt and up your bare back, a small groan rushing past his lips when he gets to feel your warm skin. he didn't think he'd be able to do this when you had disappeared without a word with aki. he was ready to accept that yet again, someone he cared about had died

the jealousy comes back, again thinking about you stuck in bed just like you are with him, but with aki next to you. it couldn't be comfortable sleeping in your uniform, surely. some possessive part of him fights his way past the alcohol already in his system that would usually keep the jealousy down. it makes it's way to the surface and then kishibe's lips are slotted against yours- sloppy, greedy, hungry. he wants to claim you, make sure you don't forget you're his and his alone

he moves so that his body lays atop yours, wasting no time with gentle caresses before his hand is in your panties, fingers finding your clit and rubbing rough circles while his mouth latches to your neck. he sucks hard, sure to leave a mark, reveling in the sharp cry it brings out of you

good. he thinks. maybe that topknot little shit will back off when he sees it

"how much did you miss me?" he asks, sucking a new mark on your neck, this one right above your throat. he really does want to know. were you thinking about him while you were stuck in the room for days with aki? or was he the last thing on your mind?

"so much, so much, kishi," you pant, arms looping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. his fingers slide through your folds, faster, easier as your arousal builds, your slick coating his digits.

"ohhh- kishibe, ngh fuck, i missed you so fucking much. fuck me, fuck me please" you whine. he's happy to oblige, yanking your panties down, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock and then he's pushing into you, hard and deep, rough groans mixing with your soft ones. then he moves, thrusting into you with vigor

the sloppy, wet sounds of his balls smacking against your ass fill the room. your loud moans make kishibe grow harder as he fucks into you. he thinks you're so pretty like this. mouth open, brows knitted, head tilted forward so you can watch kishibe's cock disappear into you. so pretty

and then there's that jealousy again. thinking about you and aki possibly cuddled in bed together. it makes him want to be a little mean

"hmm, so wet already. you missed me that much? didn't enjoy your little vacation with aki?"

"w-what?" you gasp, a little surprised by the poor timing of his question

his large hand grips your thigh, his thick fingers molding into the soft flesh, "you heard me, beautiful. you and aki" he shifts his hips, drives into you deeper, hits that sensitive spot right above your cervix that makes you keen. and he likes that sound a lot. he buries his face back in your neck, sucks yet another new mark into your skin before he's mumbling against you, "had a lot of time to get to know each other. seem real buddy buddy now"

he can hear your lips part, surely trying to come up with a coherent response, but the tip of his cock keeps pounding into that spot and it's reducing you to nothing but a stupid, speechless mess

"i see how he looks at you now," kishibe grunts, squeezing your thigh. "he wants you so fuckin' bad. it's obvious"

"no he doesn't," you finally tell him and he laughs against your skin

"oh baby, i know you're smarter than that"

"i don't wanna talk about aki, kishibe"

"he wants to fuck you, you know" he tells you, slowing his thrusts when he feels your walls tighten around him slightly. he pulls back, cocks his head to the side before he looks down between you. "oh? maybe you wanna fuck him too"

you shake your head. "i don't. i only want y-"

"you sure?" he asks. "maybe i'll share you with him. or maybe i'll let him watch"

your walls clamp down on kishibe's length, pulling a harsh grunt from him.

"looks like you'd like that," he says through gritted teeth. "never gonna fuckin' happen but maybe i'll let him watch. let him see what you look like when you're takin' my cock so fuckin' good. let him watch and wish he knew what it felt like to be balls deep in this sweet little pussy"

kishibe is well aware he's being childish, doesn't care though. it's not as though he gets jealous often, if ever. this is a new feeling he hasn't experienced before. he can't really help it. doesn't think he could stop it if he tried. you make him a little crazy crazier than he already is. he really can't explain it

kishibe releases your thigh so he can lean back. he presses his fingers to your lower belly, tracing the outline of the bulge that flattens and swells each time he fills you with his cock

"maybe aki'll get the message if i put a baby riiiiiight here" he taps right below your belly button and you gasp, your pussy tightening around him again

"kishibe, i- oh my god - i'm gonna-"

he leans down, runs his tongue along your bottom lip before he takes the soft flesh between his teeth and sucks hard

"do it then" he interrupts as he resumes his rough pace from before. "cum on my cock. mine. aki will never fuckin' have you. i don't care how many times you end up locked in a fuckin' time loop with him. you're mine. only way you're gettin' rid of me is if you die"

he feels your walls fluttering around him

"yes! i'm yours! all yours! only yours," you cry out, repeating him without him asking.

"good girl," kishibe mutters, feeling your entire body shudder suddenly when your release crashes over you, your pussy squeezing down on him so hard he feels dizzy. or maybe it's the alcohol. doesn't matter. it has his hips stuttering, his body coming forward to loom over you as he keeps thrusting in and out, in and out. has him burying his face in the space between your neck and shoulder as a guttural groan rips from his throat

he just loves the way your velvet walls wrap around his cock, swallowing him whole over and over until you're milking him for all that he's worth, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white. he'd die before he lets aki ever think he has a chance at experiencing this. this is heaven. you are heaven.

and when kishibe comes down from his high, panting above you, giving you sweet kisses as you catch your breath, he nods along with your reassuring words of only wanting him. it soothes him, makes him hard all over again. then his hips are moving again, fucking his cum back into you slowly, staking his claim until there's nothing left for him to give

the next day at the office is...awkward as kishibe watches with hardly concealed humor and satisfaction when aki enters the conference room. his cool blue eyes dart between you and kishibe who has taken his spot next to you, then his gazes drifts over every mark left along your neck from the night before. hard to hide them all when there's so many. you try to play it off, give aki a smile. he returns the gesture awkwardly as he finds another seat at the table

kishibe places his large hand on your thigh beneath the table where no one can see, gives you a gentle squeeze as he feels the normalcy return, the jealousy he once felt now nowhere to be found

[psicodelicahh]

Blood of the ethereal

Phobos x Player!reader

I read the entire master post of the self aware au from @/saltymongoose so I decided to ramble a little bit.

It fit Phobos so I also threw him in there.

I'm sleepy, didn't proof read, and English is not my first language, so I'm sorry in advance if it doesn't makes sense. I don't even know what the fuck this title means.

Enjoy

When Phobos first lays his sights on you is the only time he truly doubts his status as a god, starstruck by such an incomprehensible beauty only an actual holy being is capable of possessing.

The outer worldly Player. Divine. The only creature he has to prove his worth to, the others all beneath him.

Him beneath the Player. The Player above all.

The knowledge of not being one of your vessels mocks him day after day. How dare those lowlifes have the privilege of your attention, how dare they take advantage of your divinity to accomplish such worthless deeds. Your strings should be blessing him instead, a fellow god in the making, the one with the actual meaningful quest to complete.

So anyone could understand his need to know everything about you, from your unique appearance to your personality, your likes and dislikes, if you like Nevada and its inhabitants (not that he cares about this last inquiry, but it's nice to know more about your thoughts). But the more detailed discoveries would come after you start letting him get closer to you.

You are softer than any civilian grunt could ever hope to be, in every way, and it's ironic really, since you are the absolute strongest being in Nevada.

Their skin is thick, resulted from the hostile environment and constant violence, gray to give them a miniscule chance of going unnoticed by the enemy because of the camouflage. So Phobos was taken aback when he first touched you.

Your skin is so soft and thin he can feel your muscles, bones and tendons from the slightest pressure of his fingers, and he fears that you can tear like paper from his touch alone.

You tell him that it's alright, you can handle more than that, since human skin is way more elastic than a grunt's, and pull at the skin of your neck for good measure. It freaks him out, but he'll deny it if you ask.

You are also very colorful.

You have a unique shade that he can't help but stare at, transfixed. That's when he noticed that your veins can be seen in certain parts of your body, painting you with paths of dark blue, purple and green, colors that are rare in his world. Even when he is already certain of your perfection, you manage to surpass it, and now he wants to destroy this world and build a new one using the path of your veins as a blueprint.

Whatever color they appear to be, Phobos believes that is also the color of your blood, because of course the blood of a god would be as unique as their appearance, it's only right. But he can't stop this ugly feeling of jealousy from rearing its head inside his chest, he wants to be more like you and less like the commoners of Nevada. He wants to be worthy of standing by your side and rule this world as a duo of unreachable gods.

But how can he do that if he is so different from you? This frustrates him so much.

It continues frustrating him until you accidentally hurt yourself with a paper cut, staining it red. And while he worries for you, a feeling of relief overtakes him, for his objective is not so unreachable anymore.

[danpuff-ao3]

Tacky, @tackytigerfic, hello new friend! What a lovely human they are! (They are a Libra after all. And a Leo rising?? Everything makes sense.)

We first met on Reddit, bonding over a love of character flaws. 🥰 Quickest way to my heart. Outside of yummy snacks, that is. This person also has a big big love for Drarry...They love their OTP as much as I love my Snarry, which I have big respect and admiration for. It brings my heart so much joy to see such passion and devotion for one's ships! They're such a soft, warm, lovely presence in the community and I'm so glad to know them! And to have read some of their works, which are so full of color and joy and care, that I simply must share!

Aim For My Heart

Draco/Harry/Ron. Rated: E. 3,471. Polyamory negotiations. Developing relationship. Jealousy. Possessive Harry. Falling in love. Self-discovery.

I wanna note how gorgeous this was. Soft and feel-good, while also acknowledging some darker realities. Such as feelings of jealousy and possessiveness even in polyamorous folk. Polyamory isn't the absence of those feelings, but the desire and willingness to work with and/or through them. And that little bit was so meaningful to me to see, that nod to something so often considered ugly or a failing, and recognizing it as a simple truth and human nature that it is. And that it doesn't have to be a bad thing, nor does it have to spell doom.

Harry's in love, Ron's in control, and Draco just wants a nice lunch. They say three's a crowd, but Harry doesn't always agree. Not when he gets to be in the middle, anyway. - In which Harry's in love with Ron, and Harry's in love with Draco, but they're not in love with each other. Not yet, anyway.

Between the Power Lines

Draco/Harry. Rated: M. Words: 3,261. Road trips. Vacations. Friends to lovers. Falling in love. Very sweet.

For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy.

Or: this is not an AU! It's just Harry and Draco meeting by chance in an imported food shop in Connecticut and going on a road trip together. Featuring motels, cacti, Americana, and a hefty dose of pining.

Buttercup

Harry/Scorpius. Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 2,814. Revenge sex. Hate sex. Moral ambiguity. Open/ambiguous ending. Angst.

The first of their fics I read! I came for the Scarry, ngl. (Hot pool boy Scarry vs my husband Snarry...🙈) and the "morally dubious everyone" tag really sold me. What a delightfully screwy mess this is!

Scorpius shoulders his way through the crowd, making for the bar just behind Harry. He's waiting for something—anything—but it's still a delicious shock to feel Harry's fingers against the skin of his wrist, dipping maddeningly slow under the cuff of his robe. Scorpius half-turns, raises that pale eyebrow exactly as the mirror had shown him, and lets the sneer drip from his mouth like a curse. 

"Potter."

Call Me Friend, But Keep Me Closer

Harry/Neville. Draco/Harry. Rated: M. Words: 4,164. Cheating. Angst. Jealousy. Moral ambiguity.

Messy and screwy and I LOVE IT.

"Neville Longbottom had always loved plants, but he loved Harry Potter more."

Neville's got a good thing going with Harry... or so he thinks.

Dreaming Skies

Co-written with @sweet-s0rr0w. Draco/Ron. Rated: E. Words: 20,572. Past: Charlie/Draco. Bedsharing. Roommates. Humor. Getting together. Boss/employee. Dragontamer Ron. Warder Draco. Magical theory.

I love me a good Dron!! 😍 And I'm forever impressed by (and envious of) people who cowrite! Especially seeing two great creators coming together on one excellent project!

Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey. After all, it's not as if he has many other options. But when he arrives in Romania, he realises that nothing is quite what he expected... 

(a story about dragons and baking, friendship and little kindnesses, putting down new roots and falling in love)

[andvys]

Another amazing chap as usual, baby!

Nancy and Blondie's bonding WE CHEERED!

Honestly, I had massive You Belong With Me vibes while reading about Blondie's jealousy. And I feel so deep for her... I think she despises jealousy and possessiveness in her. And that is one of the reasons why she was and still is good at hiding such things from everyone. Always trying to deal it on her own.

"You swallow the lump in your throat, the anger that you are holding back after those leave her mouth. Bullshit.

How could she do that to him?

How could she hurt him the way that she did?

How could she call him that?"

The way she always wants to shield him from the pain is just heartbreaking... Steve, I'm begging for my fucking sanity, please STOP BEING SO BLIND!

"Oh, how ugly the feeling in your chest now is, how bitter the taste on your tongue is, how the sweetness of your drink does nothing to make it better, because you know, you know that you wouldn't be sitting here now if Jonathan didn't come back, you wouldn't wake up in Steve's bed or fall asleep in his arms

Because she would be the one".

The insecurity lies so deep... I can't even imagine the amount of heartbreak and pain she had to endure if she has felt like this all the time... And Blondie always somehow finds strength in herself to keep loving him...

*You know, I've just thought about Taylor's Can't Stop Loving You cover...

"He craved you so terribly, he wanted to see you, he wanted to hear your voice, to feel your touch, to feel your body beneath his. He longed for you, and two days away from you, only showed him just how much of a hold you have over him".

And he still fucking thinks it's just sex 💀💀💀 Someone sedate me...

"Is that why you canceled your plans with him?

Is he the reason why you haven't called?

Did you stand him up for Jacob?

Were you with him?

Did you let him kiss you?

Did you let him touch you?

Did you forget all about him?"

One day, he'll understand that all of this was completely unnecessary. Because SHE. IS HIS. Since they were in high school or even longer!!!

And the smut was delicious just like always. Dominant!Steve is my guilty pleasure. I was drooling just like Blondie.

But I can't wait for them to start making love and not just fucking...

Despite the chap was full of bitterness and jealousy it felt... Pretty light.

But I it's just a beginning. You're def on some shit, Andy.

"He brings his hand up to his chin and shakes his head when he thinks of the marks on both yours and Steve's skin.

A scoff falls from Eddie's lips.

"Chandler and Heidi, right."

And, my god Andy, your man is so smart I can't!

Thank you again, honey!

Thank you so much omg 🩷i’m always happy to read your asks/reviews, they always make me smile so thank you for that 🫶🏻

Blondie’s love for Steve is so strong, she’d do anything for him and always wants to shield him from pain, like you said. It’s actually very sad, considering he hasn’t felt the same for years, and he’s still not there completely while she is just head over heels for him, ready to do anything for him — even when it’s something that makes her suffer. It’s a love that goes beyond anything, she was even ready to die for him in the Upside Down if it would’ve came down to that, and Steve would have never found out about her feelings (okay I'll stop now)

Steve is so in denial about the feelings that he is catching! Blind and in absolute denial! He's such a fool!

And you want to see them making love huh? We're slowly getting there, he will move things into a whole new direction soon

and omg I'm not onto anything 🤭 I don't know what you're talking about hehehe

[multifandomslxt]

Okay, so there is this Asian boy in my class right.

I have the biggest crush on him like I can't even explain it.

so like all I did when he first came was just look at him..from a distance tho

We've spoken a few times and we studied together for finals last semester so we're kind of acquaintances.

Lately, he's been very talkative with me and it's not helping my crush on him at allllll.

The other day I tried blonde braids right? And he was literally gushing over me.... what do I do...is he just being friendly?

sometimes he just stares at me yk...and I'm not the most confident so I start becoming self conscious after awhile

but last week I wore this dress to school right...its kinda like the skims dress and one of my other male friends made a joke about how they could see my rolls and I started to feel insecure.

later I heard that my crush and that friend had an argument about it and he threatened him not to say things like that to me which made me feel really good.

He's always checking in on me and stuff and just like your bf (you guys are so cute btw) he throws a fit when I don't eat.

I really like him and I know that I shouldn't think like this but I'm black...I'm dark-skinned and fat and ik that's not what guys like him usually go for...he's tall, athletic, smart and really fucking hot but what if he's just being friendly or just feels sorry for me?

I'm so scared to approach him....advice?

Sweetheart, first of all, he does not sound like an acquaintance at all.

and secondly love, from one black woman to another I'm telling you right now it's a blessing for others to even be able to look at us...your skin does not define you honestly it does nothing but adds more beauty to you.

So what if you're dark-skinned? so am I and so are many other people. Don't allow others to trick you into thinking your skin is some kind of disadvantage...have you ever seen yourself glow when the sun shines on you? Baby, you are a fucking star.

I know the media is always painting dark skin women as some type of unattractive monster but trust me when I say it's out of jealousy and ignorance...you are not automatically -ed out of being someone's love interest because you're dark skinned and if they do that thank God because you dodged several bullets.

thirdly, being fat and being ugly are two very different things. You have extra flesh okay...and? so, because you have back rolls that makes you unlikeable? NOPE!

girl you better cut that shit out!

I don't know you but I love you and I hate when the people I love talk badly about themselves.

Your body is your temple. Understand me when I tell you your body can hear you...when you think and speak badly of it...it shows.

I wish I was beside you to give you a good smack you need to understand bitches could never be you..they only wish they could.

and to that boy that was running his mouth knock him out nxt time ...actuallyy don't do that. next time just remind him just how much he's unwanted and how unnecessary his entire existence is😊.

fourthly, I think he likes you. and im sure anybody reading this ask agrees right guys?

staring at you?

gushing at your hair? (blond braids on dark skin is superior)

making sure you eat?

always checking in on you?

defending you against that bitch?

he likes tf outta you.

if you're scared to approach him though... just drop subtle hints.

IMO though i think he'll say smt soon.

also, I can't even imagine what he was thinking when he saw you in that dress AGIFGIEFHJOFEFRJ

GIRL HE MUST HAVE BEEN FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!!

ik you ate the fuck up out of that fit.

REMEMBER WHAT I SAID

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!

[josieoh]

[ moon gayoung, cis woman, she/her ] - was that JOSIE OH i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY SIX year old who has been in nightrest for HER WHOLE LIFE and works as a PARALEGAL has a reputation of being PERSUASIVE, but also OBSESSIVE. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with ADAM AND EVE IN THE SECRET GARDEN, A DAMSEL WHO BECAME THE DISTRESS, & SILK SHEETS KISSING BARE SKIN. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. ╱ pinterest. dossier.

BRIEF BACKGROUND!

tbh i'm too lazy to do anything special with the bg so we just gonna have to agree to settle for this sry

raised in the shadows of her siblings, jealousy was the emotion most often felt, especially towards their mother's favourite jacob. tried to be the best kid, kept her grades up, got every award she could, played sports, danced, but nothing seemed to work to gain her parents attention ( or the attention of the adults taking care of them ). by her first year of high school, josie was over it. while she maintained her grades, she began hanging with the wrong crowd and leaning more into the black sheep persona among her peers while still trying to be the golden girl for her parents. nothing was off limits and by the time she graduated, she'd secured acceptance to a university out of state where she got her bachelors in paralegal studies. she took a year off to travel ( read: party ) and got together with the wrong guy. long story short, it was another two years before she was able to break away from that situation and finally come back home to nightrest where she's been putting her degree to good use ever since. -- basically she's been back nearly two years now.

HEADCANONS!

now onto her as a person.. she's a #Mess. petty, spiteful, overly confident, twisted, loves to argue and will literally do it just for shits and giggles ( even better if it pisses someone off ), does whatever she wants whenever she wants with no regard to other people and their feelings, and very i am woman, hear me roar. she's loyal to one person and that's herself ( and her siblings so ig 3 people ). here for a good time, not a long time. doesn't believe in anything that isn't a dress or skirt but wears pants suits to work bc the men she works with are pigs and she likes her job. speaking of her job, i imagine she works for one of the best lawyer firms in the area and specialises in criminal law, but she knows her way around business law too thanks to her parents ( yes she's still trying to find acceptance what of it ). takes her beauty seriously --- the type to have an extremely intensive skin care routine, work out routine, and diet. think like patrick bateman from american psycho sorta serious.. just minus the psychopathic murderer tendencies ( maybe. it's a surprise ). a practicing wiccan with an altar and all. will happily read your palm or tarot for free if you're a friend or for a "price" if she thinks you're hot enough. still a partier with nothing being off limits. has probably gotten really good at detoxing herself just in case there's ever a drug test at work. despite the fact that nothing's off limits and she's..well, her..she's very diligent when it comes to her job and probably one of the best around. organisation skills are on point, attention to detail is top tier, mistakes are an absolute no-no, etc etc. don't get her started, she can talk about how amazing she is forever still very much jealous of her older brother, but won't hesitate to add your ass to nightrest's body count if you fuck with him in even the SLIGHTEST way 😠 and did she settle in ashmore to be close to said brother? maybe. we don't talk about it. if you wanna help her help her bro find love tho......ig you can hit her up. just don't use her in an attempt to get to her brother. been there done that didnt want the ugly tshirt. did i mention she was a scrapper? bc she is, she just prefers to do so verbally due to her job ( tho given her parents, she's probably not likely to lose it even if only due to them trying to keep their rep in place ).

anyway she's an annoying lil hellion but i hope yall love her as much as i do thank u

[papirouge]

You probably don't remember me but I sent once an ask about the Romeo and Juliet play with the black actress: did you know they finally ended up replacing the actress for Juliet (with another black actress)?

And you know what? People are fucking celebrating that she finally was replaced with a "decent looking black woman". WTF is wrong with these people... And many of these are black people themselves!! One of the tweets with the highest number of likes that I saw was by a dark skin black man I- I literally can't with these self hating black men and pick me black women dunking on that poor actress, calling her ugly and all kind of names. Where is the fucking solidarity? Like at least if you think she was ugly why couldn't you just fucking keep it to yourself. White people see that kinda shit and they'll feel emboldened to call her and other black people ugly too, and then when called out they'll just point out to all the animosity between black people: "You see? They do it to each other too!!"

And let's not pretend like the white male lead is some beauty or something; I won't stoop down to their level and insult his looks but he was no Adonis I can tell you that much. People just have higher standards for women and expect them to always be beautiful while not expecting the same for men, but it's like 100 times worse for black women.

And it's not like they're even saying the new actress is beautiful, they're literally calling her "decent looking" and "not as ugly"... I wish I was kidding.

I'm just tired of it all....

Didn't Tom Holland noped out of this project too? ....if sk, the blind items where true.

Good for the former Black actress tho. She'll be spared from all this BS.

I'm too lazy to check the new actress but something tells me she's either light skin, have less negroid features (thin nose etc).

If I was you I would stop expecting anything from Black men on social medias. They're really the gutter of public discourses. That's why I rolled my eyes so bad when dark skin black women went off on that stupid Drake/Kendrick beef to allegedly defend the blackness of rap culture. So many people tried to paint it as a culture thing but I've seen too many people call Drake "beige" and *half Jew " to take this narrative seriously. It definitely had something to do with race. This whole beef relied on the resentment & jealousy of darkskin Black men (that Kendrick represent) feel against a successful light skin Black men such as Drake.

Black men love blackeness and black features when they're on males. They hate Black features on black women because they're dumb and self hating. I will never acknowledge anything they have to say about Black women.

So many Black men look unkept, smell bad, are unemployed, are less successful than their female counterpart (in the US - the only racial demographic to do so!! which shows how shitty/nonexistent the Black patriarchy is) are the community dick that bred 78 child out of wedlock yet have so many things to say about their female counterparts looks. Dusties United.

[kryzeeee]

November 07, 2023

I've always known that I was different since I was a little girl. A small, 10 year-old, fifth grader walking around tiptoed. I always had a hard time going with the flow. I always had a penchant for wanting to make my own.

I've never hated that part of me. I've always had a neutral view about it, meaning that it depends on the effects its' had on my actions and decisions. However, it doesn't mean there weren't any cause for doubts.

No, actually, deep down, there were never any doubts at all. Its' just that sitting next to her made things much clearer. Like a blinding light passing through a dark forest from the road nearby along with the blaring siren.

Thinking back, it was at best, unpleasant. Nowadays, it makes me feel freer yet more trapped at the same time. Knocking on closet doors hoping to bust out.

Sitting next to her, always put a smile to my face. Any time she smiled, her eyes lit up like fairy lights. She was the most beautiful girl I had sat next to. It wasn't that she was physically built like a goddess or something.

Now, don't get me wrong, its' not that she's ugly. She's beautiful. But, it wasn't her beauty that drew me to her. It was her personality, getting to know her was one of the most interesting journey of my life.

The touch of her fingertips was like cotton candy on my skin and her laughter was like tinkling of a xylophone, a gentle song in my eardrums. She was a masterpiece, a venerable art piece.

She was strength, she was grace, she was bravery, determination and intellect yet she was weakness, a clumsy mess, a scaredy cat and she had her stupid moments.

She wasn't perfect. However, that was what made her human. It made her more beautiful than she already was. She was genuine and honest of her dislike for other's actions, yet still polite. It was inspiring seeing her struggle with putting on a respectful face and controlling her speech everytime someone irritated her. But, anytime, someone crossed a line, she was not afraid to fight for herself like a fierce tiger defending her territory.

The determination she showed in ensuring that she wouldn't hurt other's feeling made her stand out from all the other people in any room she stood in. She inspired me to always see the good in others and taught me that there are limits to the kindness I bestow upon people, family, friends, or strangers.

She broke the monotony of my everyday life. She gave a sparkle to the sullen pages and color to the dull gray of my soul. She transformed the frown on my lips into a blinding smile. She has been one of the most important people in my life since last year.

I thought that every laughter, hugs and small touches on each other's cheeks meant something. I thought they were signs that she could have felt the same way about me, that I could have been more than a friend to her. I should have told her how I felt, maybe she did feel the same. But then again my cowardice won out because I was afraid that I could ruin what we already had.

Our friendship.

Something I thought I could have forever. But, like always, I was wrong. Our relationship was like fragile glass at the edge of the cliff. A single quake, it fell, and broke into tiny little shards and stuck themselves into the soles of my feet. All the steps toward you make them dig deeper into my flesh and a suffocating pain envelops my heart.

It hurts more as I get closer to you because I'm reminded of what we could have had. You, being so close to her, your hands on her cheeks, on her hips, your sneaky little comments about her cuteness and how you wish to take her home only solidifies the regret that I feel.

No, its not just regret that stims in my soul. The jealousy that I feel is begging to release itself, tied up by loose threads in the surface of my chest. It should have been me who comforted you as you cried, mourning your father's death. But, I understand thats selfish because I couldn't possibly relate.

I'm glad she was there beside you. She helped you build yourself back up. Not because I was unable to, but simply because she could and she wanted to. She was able to choose between letting you suffer alone with no one to lean on and lending you her ears. She made the brave choice that I should have chosen and for that I respect her.

Still, I should have been there beside you, listening to your words. Instead, I hid away from any sign of growing closeness to other people because I've always been afraid to get hurt. I know I shouldn't be jealous, I let it come to this.

I let everything we built together turn to ash, like a flightless, wet paper plane deemed useless, then burned in the blazing fire. You deserved someone open, genuine, brave, kind, and determined by your side. You deserve someone better.

I realize that's not me and it will never be.

You were one of the first people that inspired me to be genuine and for that, there will always be special place for you in my heart and I will always be there to help you in any way I can.

I regret that I wasn't able to maintain the friendship we once had. Yet, I'm thankful that I was able to end it the way it should.

[manslaught]

hearing her name out of tai's mouth feels like a stab to the heart, tempted to tell her not to say it, that she doesn't deserve to, especially if she's going to say it like that— like they weren't in love at some point, even if mikayla knows by now that that's long since faded, at least for tai. she controls herself, telling herself she can't seem too affected, that she needs to be stronger than that. she's never had to ask about tai, at least, not when everyone else seemed so willing to let mikayla know about her instead, whether it be misty fucking quigley trying to get under her skin, or some random stranger doing the same. “ well, yeah. people love comparing me to you. the good one and the fucked up one. ” each time, it cut deeper than any of those strangers could ever guess, because they weren't just rubbing tai's success in mikayla's face— unknowingly, they were rubbing in the fact that mikayla didn't deserve her, that she wasn't good enough, that she made the right decision, staying away. until recently, at least, when she let the impulsive anger take over.

she tries to keep her composure, to look amused, like all of this isn't killing her inside, but it's difficult when tai makes a comment about where she'd been, causing mikayla's jaw to clench slightly. so she knew where she was, and she never cared to reach out. that doesn't surprise her, not when the same thing was true all those years in prison, but it still stings, especially hearing tai admit it now. “ yeah. but my mom decided to expand her company, so— here i am. ” the casual mention of her mother is intentional, a way to remind tai how little she knows about mikayla know, because the last time they were together, aphrodite desousa was a stranger to mikayla, someone she never cared to seek out, until she had no choice.

her grin widens at the compliment, glancing down at herself. “ oh, if you think i'm hot now, you should see what i look like under my clothes. ” not that what she's wearing leaves much left for the imagination, but that's intentional— it's not unlike what she would have worn in high school, though she still struggles to find the confidence to wear it now, not because she thinks she doesn't look good enough anymore, but because it's been so much easier to hide instead. but she wants her confidence back, and the only way she'd earned it in her youth was by faking it until it became genuine.

mikayla doesn't let the image linger for long, because she'd rather just rip the bandaid off, no matter how much more tempting it is to pretend she doesn't know. “ but i doubt your fiance would like that, ” she hums, trying desperately to keep her tone light, to appear unaffected. “ actually, do you mind if i— ” impulsively, she reaches forward, fingers wrapping around tai's wrist to pull her left hand out of her blazer. it's a mistake, because the touch makes mikayla feel like she's set her entire body on fire, everything aching, because this isn't how things should be— but it's how things are, so she ignores it, focusing on the ring. another mistake, because the sight of a ring on tai's hand, up close, makes her feel like she's been punched in the gut, makes her want to excuse herself to go vomit, and for a fraction of a second, all of that pain is shown on her face, because while she thought she could be strong, she can't help it, the way she thinks back to their engagement, how in love they'd been, how it was enough to just have each other. is it like that for tai now? she doesn't actually want to know.

“ it's... nice. ” she's lying, and not even bothering to make it believable, because she thinks the ring is ugly, though she's not sure if that's just because she's seething with jealousy, unable to see past that. she drops tai's hand, leaning back, clearing her throat. “ definitely an upgrade from some shitty hoodie string, i guess. ” it makes her feel sick, insulting what they had, but she has to pretend she doesn't care, that she's moved on, because it's embarrassing, knowing she's the only one who hasn't. “ where is the love of your life, anyway? i'd love to meet her. ” again, lying, but she needs to know if she has to prepare herself for that, because all of this is already too overwhelming for her— she's not sure if she can stomach meeting the woman who got everything she wanted on top of this.

it feels like some kind of punishment,   like the world is laughing in her face.   for years,  she’s done everything to convince herself that she’s fine  —   she did the impossible,  came back from a tragedy even stronger.   she reemerged back into society so swiftly that she barely gave people room to ask the dreaded question:  are you.. okay?  after 19 months,  it was hard to keep holding onto the idea that she’d ever get her life back on track,  but once they were rescued,  she was so determined,  promising herself that nothing would stand in her way from getting back to where she’d left off before they left,  and it meant sacrificing so much to get there — including the girl she loved,  the girl she should have been healing with.  the girl who clearly needed her more than tai needed to be alone,  but she never let herself second-guess it for long,  because would she have all of this if she ever looked back?  ‘all of this’—  a successful college soccer career,  a honorable career,  a fiancee who isn’t tainted by the worst thing that ever happened to tai, who never pushes or asks to know more,  who makes her feel like she actually is free from it,  like she can bury it away and actually find some kind of content in what she has now.  not happiness,  because that can’t exist without the person before her now,  but she told herself long ago that happiness was the sacrifice she had to make for success.  she just hadn’t let herself consider that maybe, the two could coincide. 

she’d never tell her fiancee that, though—  tai knows exactly how to wear the mask,  to frame herself as someone who’s gotten everything she ever wanted,  who’s happy,  who’s in love,  who’s embarking on something that’s going to make her feel truly whole.  but tai’s already accepted that feeling ‘whole’ is unobtainable with the life she’s crafted for herself— even with a woman who loves her more than she knows she deserves,  because if she deserved it,  she wouldn’t let a woman like that be with someone who was only trying to check a box for the life she thinks she’s supposed to have.

mikayla’s like a walking, talking reminder that the life she’s living is much more fragile than she’s let herself believe.  without being face to face with her,  she could almost convince herself that the love she had for mikayla desousa didn’t entirely consume her even still today,  but now,  it's so hard for her to maintain her usual demeanor — typically bold, confident, self-assured in a way that no one would expect from someone who’s been through what she’s been through, and that’s always been her plan.  but she crumbles in mikayla’s presence, her lips quivering,  shoulders slumping,  eyes glimmering in a way that they haven’t since seeing her last. 

she prides herself on how she’s pulled herself together these last few years.  can mikayla see right through her, the way she always has?

she clears her throat,  attempting to compose herself,  just as always— though it doesn’t come as easily now,  and she can feel herself faltering, desperate to run and hide—-   but she doesn’t get to do that now.  ❝  m-mikayla  .  .  .   ❞   despite the small stutter, she recovers, speaking her name like some sort of formality.   her jaw clenches,  head rising slightly as she looks at her,  her eyes narrowing.   ❝  columbia law.  yes.  that’s right.  ❞   it’s strange, awaiting the praise she’s used to— the kind she expects from those who know her and knew what she wanted,  but something tells her that’s not coming from her.  especially considering the way she asks,  which has tai on edge,  because she doesn’t seem to have any relief in knowing tai’s managed to do just fine for herself,  and maybe that’s deserved.   ❝  you heard about me?  ❞   she asks, raising a brow, desperate to know:  were you asking?  

all at once,  she feels too exposed,  and she shoves her hands into the pocket of her blazer—  it’s casual enough to not be too noticeable,  but it’s certainly intentional.   the ring on her finger suddenly feels so heavy,  like it’s cutting into her skin;  if she wasn’t so desperate to hide it,  she’d be checking for a wound,  or ripping it off,  like it’s cutting off her circulation.  that’s not the problem,  she tells herself,  because marrying simone is the right thing to do,  but it feels wrong to show it,  because she knows she still owes mikayla something.  but it’s hard to shake the feeling that maybe she’s wrong—  maybe mikayla doesn’t even give a shit.  it’s been a long time since taissa turner has felt this lost.   she winces at mikayla’s words,  and she can’t help it,  she has to look away,  because it’s the only way to regain her composure.   she takes a deep breath,  coming back stronger,  forcing a look of confidence as she brushes past the comment.   ❝  i didn’t know you were back in the area.   last i heard—  ❞   because she beat around the bush with nat until she forced some kind of answer out of her.   ❝  you were in  .  . .   new york?  ❞   she’s careful,  as if she’s not certain,  like she couldn’t have run into her herself,  but she could have.  that’s where half her guilt lies.  ❝  well, you look—  ❞ more stunning than ever, but the longing she feels reminds her to pull back. ❝  —great. ❞