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[mangostarjam]

you've been touching him a lot since he got back.

itoshi sae doesn't do anything about it — doesn't dissuade you from tugging at his sleeve or sliding his jacket zipper back and forth while you talk. doesn't comment or bring your attention to it.

but he watches.

you've been around him a lot since his plane landed, making up for all the time he's spent abroad, as if your daily chat threads haven't been enough. most of the time it's just the two of you, the way it used to be. sometimes his brother is around, though thankfully it doesn't seem like you've gotten any closer to rin since sae left.

other times there's a group, mostly your friends, a mix of guys and girls who don't seem to know what to do with themselves around him. sae is used to this — fame brings strange things to light — but you treat him as you always have, except for the touching.

you don't touch anyone else.

it makes him think.

sae has his reasons. he's never let your relationship get past that line, drawn in the sand. he's a professional football player on the other side of the world, and you have a life here. you have friends (even though you still call him your best friend), you have a job (that you complain about all the time), you have family (that can't be bothered to ever congratulate you on anything).

it wouldn't be right — to make you leave. to take you away. not when he needs to focus on being the best in the world.

(he is the best in the world. all those years ago he showed the U-20 team in japan the difference between them, the way the most they could hope for was dating a gravure model. sae never cared about that aspect. he already had you.)

he lets you touch him, but he doesn't touch you back. he keeps you at arm's length — where you're safe.

and then you ask him to be your wingman.

someone else — touching you? kissing you? having you? unthinkable. sae steps out of the shower and barely dries off before pulling on his briefs and pants. steps into his room and there you are, sitting on his bed, looking good, if a little sad.

he considers telling you to get your passport updated and catches the way your eyes trail down his form. maybe this conversation would be easier if he's wearing a shirt — your gaze is too heated, too distracting. you probably think you're being sneaky, hiding your feelings as best as you can, but sae knows you.

and your casual touches are ocean waves washing that line in the sand away.

sae walks towards his closet when it happens again. your finger in his belt loop, stopping him in his tracks. "what?"

"you were ignoring me," you say. "i asked if my outfit is okay."

your outfit is more than okay. "i would have told you to change if it wasn't."

"if you're going to be my wingman, shouldn't you hype me up?" you huff.

sae feels his jaw clench at the reminder. "no," he says, and his tone comes out cold. you don't seem to notice, falling back on his bed and testing every bit of self control in his grasp. "this is a waste of time."

he goes to pull on a shirt before he does something drastic. you're saying something, but it hardly matters when his flight leaves if you'll be on the plane with him. you've covered your eyes with your forearm, so you miss the way he pauses at the foot of the bed, teal eyes drinking in your form splayed out so defenselessly.

sae climbs over you silently, knees nudging yours apart, hands planted on either side of your body. "this is a waste of time," he repeats, watching with amusement as you take in his position. a blush sweeps across your face, but you don't push him off. that's a good sign, at least.

"what, you think i'm not worth being a wingman for?" you ask. silly. you have no idea.

and then you reach for his belt loops again, as if that's a totally normal thing to do and not something that drives him a little nuts every time. sae prides himself on his control, though, so he doesn't lean down to kiss you just yet.

"tell me," sae says, "have you become this touchy with all your friends since i've been gone?"

"n-no?"

it's cute, how wide your eyes get. sae leans down a little closer. feels your breaths on his lips. still doesn't kiss you — yet. "then i won't be your wingman. you don't need one."

"why not?"

do you know how breathless you sound? sae considers his apartment in spain, how he'll need to make sure the bedroom doesn't share any walls with the neighbors. the way you sound is all for him and him alone.

"because you have a boyfriend, now."

(companion piece to this)

[bunnithechubs]

looks like i'm about to change your life.

transcript:

W: I will show you to your table, Mr. SIlas. V: Thank you, so sorry for being late. W: It is no problem. R: So what is this place? V: It’s called Tower, been here once with my dad. I think you’ll like it. R: You’ve never brought another girl here? V: Never. Just pops and now you. I plan on bringing you to a lot of nice spots in the city.

R: That’s if I let you. V: leans in and whispers I think after our little delay in your apartment, you’ll be letting me see you more. R: Just because I let you make out with me doesn’t mean I like you enough for a second date, let alone a third. V: I’m taking you on more dates. R: What if I want to date someone else? V: I can fight. R: You’d fight someone I went on a date with? V: I’d fight any man for you.

R: You really got us a private room? V: I wanted privacy with you. Sometimes the fans like to overstep. R: I don’t mind. V: I figured you wouldn’t but I’m focused on enjoying dinner with you. See anything you like? R: Oh, I’m order the most expensive thing on here. V: chuckles Trying to run my pockets dry, huh? R: Dating me isn’t for the faint hearted.

V: So you admit it, we’re dating. R: Are we not on a date? V: There is a difference between dating and being on a date. There’s a certain exclusivity with dating. R: According to the tabloids you’re not into exclusivity. V: I’m not, but for you? I want you all to myself. R: Do you think I believe that? V: No, but I plan on proving it. I’ll do whatever you want to me, destroy me if you like. As long as your mine.

R: Well if you’re going to date me I need a few things from you. V: Name them. R: Your location at all times, social media, and bank accounts. V: Done. I’ll even throw in the cameras at my apartment. R: I won’t look at them, but if you give me reason to and I find something I don’t like I will make your life a living hell. Understood? V: Completely. R: That’s it? You’re not going to ask for anything?

V: Nope, I just want you to be my girlfriend. R: You’re not worried I would cheat on you? I mean my dms are like a warzone of thirsty richer men. V: Are you letting any of them take you on dates? R: No. V: Then we’re good. Trust me, you won’t be thinking of them any more. I plan on keeping you completely satisfied. R: I look forward to that. V: Let’s eat- I want to show you somewhere before we go.

R: This is nice. V: You’re not too cold being out here? I can give you my jacket. R: The champagne has me pretty warm. I’ll let you know if that changes. V: Alright, you know in any light you look beautiful but right now I think you might be the most beautiful person in the world. R: Ass kissing doesn’t win me over. V: I’m not ass kissing, I’m telling you the truth. R: I think you’re drunk.

V: Not even the slightest bit tipsy. R: So you’re naturally a sweet talker, better watch your mouth when I’m not around. V: You do know I work with only men? R: You act like you don’t go out. V: I’m only going out with you or if you let me. R: I won’t be letting you go out without me. V: I wasn’t planning on it.

R: I want you take me home now. V: Your wish is my command.

V: I’m guessing I did a good job tonight then, huh? A nice dinner and even got you to admit we’re dating? R: You did better than expected- yes. V: So are you going to follow through with your comment from earlier? R: Letting you find out what’s underneath my dress? I think you can figure it out. I’m not wearing anything.

V: You’re killing me, Reina. R: Don’t worry I make good on my word. You get the gift of tasting me- but that's all. Your pants stay on. Got it? V: Whatever you say, Reina. R: Good, now help me out of this dress. V: Happily.

[agiiiiiiiiiiiii]

Birthday Surprise

Hey there! This is my first time writing anything, and I hope it lifts your spirits after yesterday loss. Enjoy!

nico hischier x reader Theme: fluff Words: 1519

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It was January 4th, Nico's birthday, and the day hadn't gone as planned. His team had just wrapped up an away game—a tough one that they'd lost after a hard-fought battle. You could tell it had stung more than he let on, but Nico was always a pro when it came to handling disappointment. As soon as the final whistle blew, he’d put on his game face, smiling through the frustration as he exchanged handshakes with his teammates and went through the motions of the post-game routine.

You had been pacing around the apartment, trying to stay busy, but your mind kept returning to the same thought: the news you were about to share with him. It was the kind of news that could change everything. And even though you were certain he’d be happy, there was still a sense of nervous anticipation in the air.

When Nico finally walked in, looking tired but trying to shake off the loss, he was greeted by the familiar scent of dinner you had prepared for him. You'd planned to celebrate his birthday, win or lose, but tonight felt different. This moment would change the course of everything, and you couldn’t delay it any longer.

He smiled as soon as he saw you, though there was a tiredness in his eyes, a weight from the game that still hung on him. "Hey, beautiful. Happy birthday to me, huh?" he said with a slight chuckle, kicking off his shoes and walking toward you with a tired but genuine grin.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your own composure. "Happy birthday, love," you said softly, stepping forward to hug him. His arms wrapped around you, and you could feel the familiar warmth of his embrace, a little more worn out tonight but still steady and safe.

"I’m sorry about the game," you said, pulling away to look at him. "I know it didn’t go the way you wanted."

Nico just waved it off, a little shrug. "It happens. Not every night is a win. But hey, I’ve got you here, and I’ve got my birthday dinner waiting, so I’m still good."

You smiled at his optimism, though the words you needed to say hung heavy in the air. There was no easy way to do this, but you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I’ve got something to tell you too,” you said, your voice soft but steady.

Nico’s expression shifted, his eyes softening as he took your hand. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice full of concern. His eyes searched yours, sensing something different in the way you were holding yourself.

You took a deep breath, heart pounding as you braced yourself. “I’m pregnant, Nico.”

For a long moment, the words hung between you, and the world seemed to slow down. Nico blinked, processing what you said. Then he blinked again, as if the information hadn’t fully registered yet. His eyes searched your face for any sign of a joke, but there was none. The shock on his face was palpable, and it felt like everything in the room went silent, save for the pounding of your heart.

“Wait… really?” His voice cracked, disbelief and awe mixing together. He took a small step back, his hands still holding yours as if to confirm you hadn’t just said what he thought you did.

You nodded, a small, nervous smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “Really.”

The moment hung in the air, and then, slowly, Nico’s face broke into a smile so wide, it was like the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders. “Oh my God…” he whispered, shaking his head, still in shock but filled with happiness. "A baby... with you... Wow. This is—this is the best news I could’ve gotten today."

You laughed nervously, still a little unsure of how he’d react to such a big surprise after a loss, but his reaction melted away any lingering doubt. Nico pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if trying to anchor himself to the moment, like this was all too good to be real.

“I can’t believe this,” he said, his voice full of awe. “On my birthday… this is the best gift I could ever ask for.” He kissed your forehead, holding you close for a few seconds before pulling back to look at you again. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the truth settle in your chest. “I’m sure. And I wanted to tell you tonight, because… this is our next chapter, Nico.”

“I don’t even know what to say,” he murmured, still looking at you like he couldn’t quite believe it. “I’m going to be a dad. This is crazy, but it’s also the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his love and excitement. "I’m glad it’s with you. I’m glad we’re in this together."

“Together,” he repeated, his voice full of conviction. "I’m all in. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. We’ve got this."

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Later that evening, after you had both settled into the quiet rhythm of getting ready for bed, the apartment felt different. The excitement from earlier still lingered, but now there was a soft, peaceful energy in the air as Nico moved around the bathroom, brushing his teeth and changing into his pajamas .You were washing your face, your reflection a little softer in the dim light of the bathroom, the coolness of the tiles grounding you in the reality of everything that had just shifted in your life.

You may had expected a bit more of a reaction from Nico when you first told him—maybe more enthusiasm, more immediate questions—but what he gave you had been genuine. Still, you could tell he had been processing the news, especially after such an intense loss earlier in the day.

As you reached for the towel to dry your face, you felt his presence behind you. His reflection appeared in the mirror, and you could see the way he was looking at you—his brow slightly furrowed, his lips pressed together like he was mulling over something important.

“Hey,” Nico’s voice was soft, his tone hesitant.

You turned to face him, wiping away the last of the water from your cheeks. “Yeah?”

“I just…” He paused, his hands resting on the counter, leaning in slightly. "I know I might not have reacted the way you wanted at first. I—I don’t know. I guess I was just caught off guard. But I want you to know that I’m excited. So excited, actually. I can’t wait to see you pregnant, to have a baby with you."

His eyes met yours in the mirror, searching for any sign of how you were feeling. He looked vulnerable in that moment, as if he needed your reassurance. His voice softened, just above a whisper, “I’m sorry if it didn’t come out the way you expected, but it’s the truth. I’m just—honestly, I’m a little overwhelmed, but in the best way.”

You set the towel down, turning around to face him completely now, feeling the sincerity in his words. You reached out, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palm. "Nico," you said, your voice tender, "your reaction was perfect. I’m not looking for some grand speech or anything—just you being here, just being honest, that’s all I need."

He let out a breath of relief, his hands gently cupping your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "I’m really glad you feel that way," he murmured. "Because this is real. This is happening. And I want to be there for you every step of the way. I can’t wait to do this with you."

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest as you leaned into his touch. "We’re going to be great parents, Nico. We’ll figure it out together. And I know you’re going to be an amazing dad."

Nico’s eyes softened, and he kissed your forehead, lingering there for a moment. “We’re in this together,” he said quietly. “And I wouldn’t want it with anyone else but you.”

The weight of his words settled over you like a protective blanket, and for the first time that night, you felt completely at peace. The loss, the surprise, everything that had felt uncertain earlier—it all faded away in that moment. It was just the two of you, standing together in the bathroom, ready to step into this new chapter, hand in hand.

"I love you," you whispered, looking up at him, feeling his embrace as your anchor.

"I love you too," he responded, his voice full of the quiet certainty that had always defined him. "And I can’t wait to start this journey with you."

As you both turned off the lights and climbed into bed, the weight of the world felt lighter, replaced by the promise of something so much bigger. The future was no longer just a series of unanswered questions. It was a path the two of you would walk together.

[rowie264]

Jinx x jinxer!reader. First meeting

You don’t really know how you ended up like this.

Truth to be told... you never really believed in your “leader”, if Jinx could even be called that. You didn't even fully dye your hair blue like the others. Just a small strand. In your eyes, Jinx did nothing but blow up the Council and redirect the Grey to Piltover. But even then… it was enough for you to make you join “Jinxers”.

You knew her actions will cause problems to Zaun. But you were so fucking done. You were too tired of being a rug under pilties boots. And maybe that was what Zaun needed to finally reach point of no return and fight back. And you wanted things to change.

So one day your hopeless gray life turned blue.

And now you were here, using your artistic abilities to portray Jinx as a kind of savior and leader of the revolution, as you were asked to do. Only instead of flag and shit you drew her with bombs and explosions. It was more like the image of Jinx you had.

“My eyes and nose are not like that.” Someone’s raspy voice reaches your ears.

You turn to face the intruder and see a girl sitting on the beam above few meters away. Somehow you just knew it was Jinx. You felt it in your gut, even though it was the first time you had encountered her.

You couldn't see her face completely hidden by the shadows, but you could see the color of her eyes. Pink, like shimmer.

“It’s the closest description I’ve got.” You say, too calm for a person who’ve met a Loose Cannon. And before you can stop yourself you add: “Maybe you could pose me so I could do it right?”

After that, there was silence between the two of you. Jinx didn't seem to expect such a reaction from you. You were surprised by your carelessness as well. She was dangerous and insane after all.

“Why not?” she says after a couple of seconds, probably agreeing out of boredom, and jumps off, landing smoothly like a cat.

As she comes over, you finally see her face. It does differ a little from what you were drawing. You also notice how short she is. She wasn't as intimidating as some people described. Although, perhaps, it was such thoughts that led many to their deaths.

You start correcting your painting, glancing at her from time to time, trying to convey her features as accurately as possible. You could lose yourself in art, even standing next to the most wanted criminal. Maybe you were crazy too?

“I'm not a hero you make me out to be, ya know?” Jinx suddenly comments after some time, looking at portrait of herself. Judging by the way she was tapping her feet, it took a lot of effort for her to stand still.

“I am aware.” You respond distantly too focused on your task, barely paying attention to anything around you. You almost finished.

“Then why?” She asks tilting her head and observing you like a hawk.

You take a step back, glancing at the wall to check everything one last time. “Why not?” you repeat her own words from earlier.

Jinx huffs, hiding that she's confused by your answer again. You're not like the other Jinxers she's met before. You treated her almost indifferently, like an ordinary stranger. Not like symbol of Zaun, not like Loose Cannon, but just… Jinx.

“So whatcha gonna do for me for posing to ya?” she casually changes the subject.

“You didn't mention that I have to pay you.” You frown at her, inwardly cursing yourself for being so carefree for not asking earlier.

“Don’t sweat it, toots, I don’t need money.” She waves her hand dismissively and you are not sure if paying with something else is any better.

“Then what?”

“Hmm… let's see…” Jinx walks around you, wondering what to ask you. “You drew me… so it would be fair if I drew on you back, don't you think?”

“Draw me, you mean?”

“I didn’t stutter, toots.” She scoffs pulling crayon out of her pocket.

“Don’t move.” Jinx orders and grabs your wrist. Without asking your permission, she starts drawing something right on your arm.

You didn’t protest – out of your safety and curiosity. Her grip was firm but surprisingly gentle. You couldn't help but look at her tattoos until your gaze landed on her face. This close, you could see her freckles. The word “cute" flashed through your mind as you stared at her in fascination.

“Here!” She suddenly announces with a beaming smile, pulling you out of your little bubble. You look down at your arm and see little pink clouds painted from wrist to elbow.

“Don't wash it off until I meet you again.” Jinx says and walks away, disappearing into the shadows without explaining anything, leaving you wondering when you'll be able to meet her once more. But to some extent… you want it to happen.

And until then, you would try to keep the clouds on your body.

[briarberrythornedhart]

Trust me

Contains: Post Season 4, Hurt/comfort, implied sex, Eddie Munson X You, no Y/N, roommates to lovers.

🦇 🛋️ 🦇 😴 🦇

Eddie lived.

And now he lives with you. You invited him to stay with you in your apartment and lie low while the Sheriff’s dept and the FBI completed the investigation of the murders (and exonerated Eddie, obviously).

There is some damage to his tattoos and a half destroyed nipple but otherwise he was unharmed physically by the events in Hawkins.

Mentally, he struggles.

He is uneasy and anxious.

Extremely Jumpy.

You’ve taken to wearing an ankle bracelet that jingles so he’ll hear you coming and not panic.

He doesn’t sleep well. He’s always tired and can’t even nap. He’s not even cranky about it, he’s just listless.

Dustin says he’s very different from the Eddie he knew in High School. Almost the opposite. Revved Down.

Eddie tells you he can’t sleep anymore because when he closes his eyes he sees the murders. Even Fred’s, which he didn’t witness in person, his brain cruelly recreates on a loop of guilt with the other deaths. It does no good to tell him he shouldn’t feel guilty, he can’t turn off the feeling that if he’d done something differently… he could have saved them. Like he personally could have taken Vecna out if he knew the solution. Like he picked the wrong CYOA path. It’s ridiculous and he knows it but he can’t seem to change that feeling, especially at night.

In the time you’ve chosen to take him in as your own personal project— sorry… as your roommate and good friend - You have barely seen him close his eyes at all.

The chocolate orbs are usually on you, meeting your gaze, watching your movements. Curious as a cat.

Right now it’s breakfast and he’s watching you make cinnamon toast.

Your way. Which is a very specific way. Exactly how you like it.

He looks like he’s taking mental notes but his head is heavy on his hand and his shoulders are curved like he could almost fall over from fatigue.

The black eyeliner he let you decorate his eyes with is smeared over the dark circles under his eyes. The black nail polish on each short nail bed on each long skilled (guitarist) finger is chipped. You will offer to repaint it later.

Even bone tired in rumpled sweatpants and an old tshirt that has holes in the armpits and at the collar… he is still unbelievably hot.

Without a doubt, if you weren’t certain-sure he was not into you in the slightest, you’d have tried something already.

Probably. You have a type and it is this guy.

“Smells good.” Eddie suddenly says. Perking up slightly.

“Do you want some toast?” You ask.

“Yes, please, princess.” He uses his trademark terms of endearment with everyone. It isn’t condescending or anything. After all he calls Steve Harrington and ‘Coffin-Jeff’ from his band and Nancy Wheeler ‘Princess’, too. So you think it doesn’t mean much of anything.

He licks his lips in anticipation.

The man would live on foods that are nutritionally-void vessels for butter if you didn’t insist on the occasional salad or omelette.

“You can have as much as you like if you’ll take a nap for me after.” You promise, handing him a triangle of toast.

“With you?” Eddie raises his eyebrows in a twist of confusion.

“Yeah. I mean…At the same time.” You Disambiguate. He slumps slightly and nibbles on the crusts. “You could take the couch and I could take the loveseat… Unless…”

“Unless???” His eyebrows are back up, way up, hidden in the curly brunette fringe.

“Well….I’ve heard that weighted blankets help with uneasy sleep, nightmares, anxiety and stuff. We don’t have anything heavy bedding wise but…I could be your weighted sorta blanket…if you trust me.”

“You’d do that for me?” Eddie smiles softly. “Even knowing I usually wake up yelling and screaming about scary shit?”

You did not know that. “Of course. Let’s try something new, you need sleep and I want to help if I can.”

He finished the cinnamon toast in 2 bites.

You lead him to the big thrift store find monstrosity of a chesterfield that he had helped you heft into the apartment.

It was wide and deep and cozy.

“Will I fit?” Eddie looked skeptical. “I usually curl up on my side on couches, these darn legs are longer than they look…”

You pressed gently on his shoulders. “Trust me. Get comfy.” You insisted. “Bend one knee up against the sofa back.”

He flopped down on his back, hands behind head, legs slightly spread and gone boneless. “Climb aboard.” He said wryly.

You crawled from his bare feet up between his spread legs to ease yourself onto his body. You tried not to feel some kind a messy way about how he body-rolled against you as you both tried to find the most comfortable position. Eventually your head was resting on his broad chest.

You shifted and felt like you were gonna roll off him, off the couch, but he said “whoa, princess.” And wrapped an arm around you to keep you there.

You were held and warm and not a little bit well….to be honest you were just completely massively turned on by the perfect scent of him and being pressed against his body.

“You good?” You asked.

“Yea, sweetheart. How bout You?” Eddie whispered.

“I feel safe.” You lied. Because what you felt was more complex than safe could ever be.

“Good. When I get… uh…if you notice that I am…” Eddie cleared his throat. “Just know I’d never do anything. I promise.”

You peered up at him. Your turn to be very confused.

He stammered and his face reddened. “I mean if you feel uh… ‘little Eddie’ getting ideas down there, don’t worry, I’m in control. Just because you feel so nice… perfect even… know I’m at the helm, right? And I value our friendship and would never…”

“I thought I didn’t do it for you?? Like at all?” You stammered back.

“I mean, obviously you do. You Do all of it for little Eddie.” He gestured at his crotch which was pitching a size large (OMG is that real?) tent in the sweats. “You are hot and sweet and funny and whip-smart and you’ve got this ass that I… ::fuck:: I’m sorry, forget I said… I mean, I wouldn’t ever do anything about it, not ever.”

“Why the hell not??” You got up on your elbows and sat on his belly. You looked down at his gorgeous flushed face. He bit his lips hard.

“Princess, You mean too much to me. When I think about losing you…”

“Why would you lose me? I’m very hard to just…misplace.” You stuck out your tongue at him.

He gave you a small chuckle and his hands found your hips. Squeezed you there. One hand stroked down your leg to run a finger over your jingling ankle bracelet. Then he frowned and then his hands dropped away.

He took a deep shuddery breath. “I usually lose when I love… one way or another, it’s inevitable… I have extraordinarily bad luck.”

“Eddie, nothing is totally inevitable.” You touched his cheek. Rubbed his lower lip with your thumb. “Can you trust me just a little bit more than you fear bad luck?”

Perhaps a smile teased one corner of his mouth. Almost a smile. Nearly one. “I trust you, Princess.”

You dismounted Eddie and took his hand to lead him to your room. Soon to be his room too.

He did yell that night but not in an unhappy way.

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ GDRAGON AS YOUR HUSBAND!

୨ৎ pairing: husband!jiyong x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! mild smut! & more fluff

୨ৎ from myeong: hi! thank you for requesting and I’ve been so excited to get this done for you! hope you can enjoy it x

ʚɞ GDRAGON VS JIYONG?

of course there’s a small difference here and there.. we are speaking about the gdragon himself! but he is still your caring, thoughtful, loving, affectionate, and kind man that you decided to marry hoping to spend the rest of your life with—which you will bc there is no way that he’s letting you go. never ever.

he’s the sweetest man. takes such good care of you and makes it his mission to get you whatever it is that you want or need—don’t even have to ask! if he knows you’re wanting something? you’ll have it.

will learn how to make your favorite dishes in an instant! say he’s not the best at cooking or maybe it’s just this particular meal? will go as far as taking a class just to learn how to make it the perfect way.

absolutely adores when you’re able to watch him on stage and no not just on the television he’ll want you at every concert or show he does. that’s when the king of k-pop comes out! but when the show is finished and his eyes find you? oh there is your cute and sweet jiyong again that’ll do anything for you.

a very touchy man he is—especially in the morning he’ll need to be wrapped around you. either his arm is wrapped around your waist or he’s got his arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you closer to his warm chest, hearing the soft sound of his calm heartbeat that he always says “beats just for you.”

even when he’s in public with you and he is the gdragon himself.. he’s still your sweet husband and will always take care of you. he enjoys pushing his fingers through your hair and pulling you closer to him by your waist and looking down at you with a cute goofy smile on his face. nothing about this man changes just because you’re in public.

writes so many songs about you. the majority of them he won’t release and waits until he thinks they’re perfect to show you and he’ll call you into the studio for you to hear while you sit on his lap. he’ll stare up at you the whole time wanting to see your reaction and how you genuinely feel about it.

“what do you think, baby? I worked so hard on it and I just.. wanted to make it perfect for you—us.” his hand will be resting on your lower back and he’ll smile up at you from time to time just seeing how flustered you get from all of this. he loves that part.

not sure if this sounds weird! but I think it’s sweet and he’ll think it’s even sweeter but he enjoys slow dancing with you in the living room. picking out the perfect slow older korean song and grabbing you gently by the waist and slowly dancing with you even if you’re both not that good at it. it’ll be both a very romantic gesture and funny memory.

sometimes… you get gdragon in bed. he’s more rough with you but will always ask if this is okay first before he proceeds. sometimes he can’t help himself and craves you so badly that he becomes like a desperate animal in heat. his kisses are rough, hot, and messy against your lips while his hands roam your perfectly crafted body.

“fuck—you look so good underneath me like this. you always do.. such a perfect girl for me, hm? you like this don’t you? like it when I’m rough with you.”

he can go a few rounds. a few breaks in between to check on you and make sure you’re okay before he wants to go at it again. morning sex is also quite popular with him. he enjoys slow, romantic, and sweet morning sex. sometimes he’s a bit rough but he’ll apologize and ask if you’re doing okay.

you’re his passenger princess!! he’ll take you all over the place and rest his hand on your thigh, or grab at your hand and hold it like he’s never held it before and place soft pecks to your fingers. when stopped at stop lights he’ll take pictures of you before handing the phone over to you and asking to take pictures of him. he calls these ‘cute memories’

if you two get into an argument it won’t last. he doesn’t think it’s right to stay mad at you especially if the argument is such a petty one. he’ll break first and apologize and ask what he could do to make things better for the both of you. he enjoys being mature about it and handling things with care.

loves sharing his art with you and he eventually takes his art to another level and makes it all about you. pieces that he’s either worked on or just bought are strictly for you and he’ll wait for the perfect moment to show you and tell you about each piece and what it means for the both of you.

[hauntedhokage]

𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵

Caleb/F!MC

...There’s a joke sitting on the tip of your tongue, wanting to ask if he was going to perform a security assessment of your room to check for wanderers, but this doesn’t feel like the time to make a joke. Not when he’s looking at you like there’s something wrong. 

word count:4.2k

warnings: fauxcest, unprotected sex, noncon into dubcon into ???, somno, coercion,

ao3 | masterlist | ko-fi

Me

7:05am

No rain checks this time, right?

Caleb 

7:32am

Gran won’t forgive me if I do. 

Caleb

7:33am

You wouldn’t either, hunter 

Me:

8:02am 

Don’t you forget it 

With a satisfied smirk, turn your phone over in your hand, staring at the apple that was his chosen profile picture. It had been months since you last got to be face-to-face with Caleb; the space between you in your everyday lives giving you time to agonize over that last meeting to the extent that you feared it being awkward considering. He hadn’t acted like anything was wrong, which lulled your building anxiety as you texted and called each other over the months since then, but you weren’t fully confident that it would stay normal when you were standing in front of him again. 

His kiss was so sweet, hands careful as they held your cheeks to keep you close to him. A kiss that had been shared after a few drinks while seated on your grandmother’s rooftop, a kiss that you weren’t too tipsy to have just imagined. Every time you’re on the phone with him you think about it, considering the way he breathed “thank you” against your lips when he’d pulled away, and how he didn’t seem to want to let go of your hand when you parted ways in the hallway so you could go to bed alone. 

Neither of you talked about the kiss, anyone around you wouldn’t have ever guessed that something like that had happened. The next day it was teasing as usual, gentle poking and prodding with quips exchanged throughout the day that made your grandmother laugh at how much you two would never grow up. 

But unfortunately you had grown up, and actions like rooftop kisses usually had consequences or at least some kind of result. There was none provided by Caleb, and you were too afraid to chase the results for yourself. The question of why lingered, the answer to that you weren’t sure you wanted, as a case of a tipsy mistaken identity or just satisfying curiosity wouldn’t make you feel any better. Your feelings for Caleb were complicated, but you weren’t against any romantic feelings that may have emerged, and you certainly didn’t want him to make you feel like he wanted you just to not actually want you. That would potentially ruin your entire relationship with him, and a lifetime of memories would be impossible to push down in the event that you had a falling out with him. 

So you never asked why. 

Not the next morning or any day after that, you chose to let the question burn in hopes the embers would gradually die out and you could move on.

But when he meets you outside the Association building you feel the fan threaten to feed the flames in your heart. Especially when he smiles, pulling you into that uniquely Caleb bear hug that’s coupled with a kiss to your head as he tells you how beautiful you looked. He doesn’t let you go when the hug ends, his hand carefully taking yours acting as the fan pushing more oxygen to feed the flame inside you. 

The entire trip he makes sure to have a hand on you; his hand in yours as you walk to the tram station, an arm around your shoulders to keep you close to him as you ride the tram to the stop you needed, his arm around your waist for the walk to your grandmother’s, and he ended the night strong with his foot constantly bumping into yours at different angles as if he was trying to tangle your legs without her noticing what he was up to. You didn’t even really know what his goal was, since the way he talked to you hadn’t changed nor had he said anything about why he would suddenly want to be so touchy with you. It was possible that something had happened during his own training, maybe he’d gotten hurt or something had happened to someone he knew. 

He’s even nearby while you’re brushing your teeth, watching with interest from the doorway of the bathroom while you brush and floss. He’d kept you within his line of sight since you met him outside your office building, his eyes scrutinizing your every move and capitalizing easily on where you’d left space for him to get closer. You wished you knew what he was up to, or what he wanted from you that required him to be so close. It was to the point where you’d figured out that it was specifically pine that you smelled on him, and that your body temperature had gone up a degree courtesy of him being a consistent heat source mere centimeters away from you. 

It’s near impossible to get settled in your small childhood bed, having the constant feeling of his gaze burning holes into you from the doorway as he watches you get ready for bed. The quiet chuckle when your phone charger slips through your fingers while trying to plug your phone is met with a middle finger before you’re reaching to pick it up again. 

There’s a joke sitting on the tip of your tongue, wanting to ask if he was going to perform a security assessment of your room to check for wanderers, but this doesn’t feel like the time to make a joke. Not when he’s looking at you like there’s something wrong. 

“Are you okay, Caleb?” You ask tentatively, trying to break the tension between you before it suffocated you both. 

“I…” He trails off, breaking his gaze away from you and shifting his weight to lean against your doorframe. He considers his answer carefully, hands fumbling in his sweatshirt pocket as if he can make the words materialize that way - but a moment later he finds the words that he’d been looking for. “I don’t really want to sleep alone tonight.”

You don’t hesitate to pat the space beside you, smiling with an unspoken offer that was accepted immediately. If you could support Caleb tonight as he’d supported you up to this point; as a friend, protector, and confidant, it would only be but a fraction of repayment for the lifetime he’d supported you through. 

But why did there feel like some sort of finality had settled in when he shut the door behind him? You didn’t feel trapped by any means, but you had a sinking feeling that there would be something different about this night - something that you might not be able to bounce back from easily. 

“Get comfy,” you instruct, watching over your shoulder as he slides into bed behind you. A few little adjustments are made before he’s draping an arm around your waist to pull you in closer. You do your best to shake the unsettling feeling, but your concern about his well-being was increasing with every second spent beside him, gnawing at your psyche with every breath that fanned against the back of your neck. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Caleb?”

“Just wanna be close, is that a crime?”

“No, of course not. You’ve just been… touchier than usual, is all.”

“I missed you,” he mused as he nuzzled into your back. “Didn’t you miss me?”

“Of course I did, goof. Don’t ask stupid questions.”

He only chuckles as you settle back into the bed, your back flush against his chest and your head tucked under his chin. 

“Goodnight, princess.” You hear the grin on his face, he knew you didn’t like being called “princess” now that you were an adult, but it’s not worth fighting him on. Not now when he’s tightening the arm around your waist to ensure you don’t wiggle away in protest. 

“Goodnight, Caleb.”

That unease you felt earlier had melted away with his idle chatter about his continued Deepspace Aviation training and how convinced he was that his commander didn’t like him because he was funnier than her. It’s remarkable how quickly you’re able to fall asleep with him holding you so close; your usual nightly routine includes scrolling on your phone for at least an hour until you finally started to doze off, but with Caleb there you think it was only fifteen or twenty minutes until you had to set your phone down on the nightstand because your eyes just couldn’t jeep themselves open any longer. He’s made some faux-disappointed quip about how you couldn’t hang anymore in your old age, something met with a mumbled reminder that he was older than you, something that is brushed off with a chuckle as he kissed your head again. 

“Sweet dreams, princess. I'll see you in the morning.”

Your dreams are indeed sweet, so sweet in fact it feels almost real to have a soft pressure against your ass, carefully grinding into you with a hand idly palming your breast. You dream of fingers that dip beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts in search of your pussy, trailing painfully slow until they finally make contact with your aching clit, swirling it gently and pulling soft moans from your lips as you lean back into them. You don’t know whose hands you were dreaming of, hands that skillfully explored your figure in search of your orgasm, but you know that you needed a dream like this after the busy few weeks you’d had. 

“That feels good, huh, princess?”

You weren't dreaming of Caleb, you couldn’t be. That was wrong on so many levels considering how close you were to him, but perhaps it was the fact that you’d known Caleb since you were children that brought him into your dreams? The brave and bold boy that’d signed himself up to look after you, the man who knew you better than anyone else, your best friend- how could you think of anyone else when he was right there?

The kiss to your shoulder followed by a gentle bite is too real, and you’re trying your best to pull away so you could try to get a better grasp on what was happening, but you were truly caged against your best friend as his fingers continue to explore between your slickening folds. 

“...Caleb?” You question, blindly patting along your side to try and find him in your bed. “What’re you doing?”

“Oh, you’re waking up.” He seems amused, his voice a mumble into your shoulder that has you blinking a few times to try and focus your vision. 

Were you not supposed to? When he was grinding his hard dick into your ass and fondling every inch of your body? Were you expected to simply sleep through it? 

“You’re touching me, Caleb.”

“Yeah, just wanted to feel you, y’know?” There’s no apology, no remorse, just continued rubbing of those fingers against your clit that has you struggling to keep your still heavy eyes open. “Gonna let me feel more of you?”

“Caleb, I-“

“You trust me, right?” he whispers, kissing your shoulder when you nod. “Trust me like family, yeah? Almost like a big brother?”

Those weren’t words that should turn you on more, but instead your thighs are squeezing together around his hand. And you know he knows, the deep hum that vibrates into your shoulder tells you exactly what you need to know: he was just as into this as you were, if not more. 

“Want your big brother to take care of you, yeah?”

“Grandma’s room is-“

“We’ll just have to be quiet then, you can do that, right?” 

You nod eagerly, earning yourself another kiss to your shoulder before he’s instructing you to get your sleep shorts off for him. When they’re off you feel skin against yours, meaning that he’d had his cock out this whole time, and the way it slots so perfectly against your ass had you biting your lip as you tried to picture what it looked like. It felt longer than any cock you’d taken, not too girthy so you’re currently not intimidated by it but that could change depending on how the night progressed.

He guides your leg up to hook around his knee, and you jolt at the feeling of his cock closer to your entrance than you would’ve liked. He shushes you as if you were a frightened child, assuring you that he was just rubbing right now and nothing else. 

The first pass of his head against your clit has you leaning back into him more, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet despite the pleasurable friction. His fingers make their way back to your clit, joining his cock in its teasing, and your hand balls into the fabric of the sweatshirt he wore as his free hand moves to cover your mouth to ensure that your noise would be kept to a minimum as his fingers worked against you faster.

Your body feels tight, heat blossoming from your core as he continues to push for you to find that release with his fingers. You want to tell him that you’re close, encourage him to keep touching you like that and never stop, but you trust that he knows every thought that races through your mind based on the way his fingers move faster against your clit to push you over that edge. 

It’s almost as if you’re ascending, weightless against his chest as Caleb carries you higher using just his fingers and the friction of his cock sliding between your folds. You’re so close, just teetering on that edge, only for him to stop. 

His hand leaves your bud, the one still positioned over your mouth muffling the disappointed whine that leaves you as your hips rock back into his to seek more of that sweet friction. 

“Hang on, princess,” he murmurs, kissing your neck before he starts to move around you. “Wanna look at you more.”

It’s easy for him to maneuver you both so he was kneeling between your spread legs. His cock rests against your mound, weeping pre cum that leaves a dewy trail as he grinds into you. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” The whispered praise has your face burning hot, another symptom of the fire Caleb had lit and tended to for the last few months, and you know that he knows the effect his words have on you by the way he grins. But he doesn’t say anything to feed the flames, just leans in to kiss you again and again with every grind into your sensitive core. Amidst those kisses lie his permission and request for you to cum for him, a request that comes with more intentional guiding of his cock to your swollen clit and friction that works against your conscious mind to cast a hazy overcast in your brain. Just as you feel that waves begin to crest, you feel probing against your pussy that brings your focus back to where Caleb is now sitting up and stroking his cock as he rubs the tip between your slick folds. 

“What’re you doing?”

He looks up at you with that same smile, confident and coated with a feeling of deception that you just can’t shake but feel so guilty for putting onto him like that. 

“Relax, princess, just feeling you more.” He’s trying to placate you, sneaking in another kiss that blocks your vision of what his hands are doing but you still feel the blunt head of his cock poking at your entrance. 

“Caleb, no, we don’t have any protection,” you mumble against his lips, your hand grasping his wrist to stop him from lining his cock up. “We can’t-“

“Just the tip, princess. You've got me all worked up. It's going to feel so good, I promise." He coaxes with a chaste kiss to your lips. "You'll let me make you feel good, right princess?"

It wouldn’t really hurt anything, that much you were confident about, so you nod your consent to his request and smile when he thanks you with a kiss as his hand pushes his cock to your entrance. The blunt tip stretches you open a bit, and he shushes you as he spits into his hand so he can stroke the length left unattended as he rocks just the head of his cock into you. 

“Be good and quiet for me princess, if Granny finds us she won’t let us visit at the same time anymore.” 

“This is your fault,” you remind, breathless, and earning a grin from him as he shrugs. He’s right, and you know he’s right, but you couldn’t help that he was stretching you open in a way you weren’t ready for therefore this was his fault you were struggling to be silent as he continued to push his luck with your body.

But then his rocking becomes a thrust, and you look up at him unimpressed when he gives you a whispered apology before pulling out again. His tip goes back in, and he keeps going, but his hands catch yours before you could try to push him off. 

“Caleb, you-“

“I promise I’ll pull out. You feel so good for your big brother, let me make you feel good too.”

He hadn’t spent a lot of time prepping you for this, so when he pushes in before you can give a real answer there’s an uncomfortable stretch that has your eyes shutting tight and your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you try to keep yourself quiet. 

“It’s almost in, princess, you’re taking me so well.” 

His hands release yours to grip your hips tightly, keeping you still as he continues to push his length in. You didn’t think it all would fit, but his assurances that he’d make it all fit have you clenching around him - pulling a small string of curses from between his grit teeth. “Don’t get us in trouble.”

You weren’t trying to, but what did he expect when he just forced his length into you like that with just your slick and no effort made to stretch you out? Were you supposed to just accept him forcing his cock in with no resistance? 

“S’big Caleb,” you whine, hands gripping his wrists as he finally bottoms out. “Too big.”

“No, see?” He removed a hand from your waist to splay his large palm across your stomach. “ I made it all fit, so it can’t be too big.” He’s proud of himself, one hand releasing your hip so he can hold yours in a firm grip. “My cute little sister just has a tight little pussy that we’ll have to stretch out a bit more.”

“It hurts, Caleb.” You plead with him as hot tears prick your eyes at the intrusion.

He grins, and you swear it’s a predatory look in his eye that you catch in the moonlight as he says, “You’ll get used to it.”

Perhaps you were just a rabbit caught in a trap, something elaborate that the wolf above you had orchestrated for his own gain. But this was Caleb, someone you did trust like family and had loved like a brother –those lines now a bit blurry but a bridge to cross later–  so thinking of him as a predator felt wrong. Caleb as a wolf in sheep’s clothing felt impossible; he wanted the best for you, and would never take advantage of you, that much you trusted. 

“Feel okay?” He asks after a moment, leaning forward to press his forehead to yours and causing a shift inside that had you whimpering. “I bet you feel great, huh? All full of your big brother’s cock?”

You don’t know how you feel. Everything about this is too slow for your liking, since it doesn’t lessen any of the discomfort you feel any faster, but your bed frame is creaky and you couldn’t risk your grandmother finding you two in such a compromising position. She’d always treated you both like her grandchildren, commenting always about how you two acted like fussy siblings, this would be a mortifying ordeal for all parties involved if she’d stumbled upon this scene occurring on the other side of the wall. The discomfort now was much less than the discomfort you’d feel for the rest of your life should you be found out, and the way he kisses you distracts from that but not enough that the feeling is gone - you just didn’t know what you could do about it. But he doesn’t wait for an answer that you can’t give; in true Caleb fashion he just acted, pulling his hips back so he could push them back towards you. It doesn’t feel as good for you as it sounds like it does for him, his pleasured grunts and groans being swallowed by your kiss. 

“Breathe, baby, otherwise you won’t relax.” His whispered advice feels more like a taunt, but you know that he’s right. 

If you didn’t relax, this would only continue to be uncomfortable and he didn’t seem at all interested in stopping until he was ready to stop. Caleb was getting what he wanted, and you were struggling to remember what exactly it was that you were wanting from him. Was it this? Did it make you a bad person if this was a situation you’d dreamt about once or twice? 

“Relax.” The reminder comes with a bite to your jaw, his teeth tugging at your skin to pull your attention away from your thoughts and back to him. “Said you were gonna be good for me.”

“I am.”

“Good girls breathe and relax when their big brothers tell them to.” 

This time it’s you who brings him in for the kiss, hoping that his mouth would keep you busy enough that you don’t think about what his hips were doing. He was right when he said you’d get used to how he felt inside you - but it quickly became so much more than that. It was as if he’d carved a hole for himself in your core that could only ever be filled by him, as if anything or anyone else would be too cold to keep that fire inside you fed and blazing.

He was trying his best to keep himself quiet, the kisses turning into bites that would leave marks that would be difficult to explain - something to worry about in the morning when you see just how bad they look in the light.  A creaky bed could be excused by a restless night, moans through the wall could not, but you won’t complain about the mess he’d be leaving behind when this was all said and done - both on you and on the sheets when he finished. The thought comes as his thrusts increase in pace, and you know that you’re going to have to remind him of his promise.  

“C-Caleb, you have to pull out.” You push against his shoulder, even trying to pull at his hair to get him away from your neck so you can get eye contact. To no success, however, as he’s still fucking into you with no clear intent to stop until he was ready. You feel his cock pulsing inside you, the culmination of everything that you shouldn’t have done fueling those flames burning in your core to a white-hot explosion. 

“Caleb, pull out!” He likely couldn’t hear you over his own groan that vibrates along your skin when he bites down, your own pained whine when he breaks your skin louder than you would have liked but the dread at potentially waking your grandma is overtaken by the mortification at Caleb doing what he promised he wouldn’t do. 

“Fuck, princess,” he breathes, kissing at your shoulder in an effort to soothe where he’d bitten. “You’re going to have to borrow my sweater to hide these.”

“You didn’t pull out!” You hiss, swatting at his shoulder as he pushes his weight into you to keep you flush against him. “You liar.”

“You just felt so good, ‘m sorry, princess.” 

The lazy grin tells you that he wasn’t sorry at all, and you cross your arms over your chest as you continue to glare up at him. He’s unfazed, to be expected since he’d never been upset when you were bothered by what he thought was a little thing. This was going to be minor to him, not worth getting mad over since it was already done and over with, the evidence plugged inside you by his softening cock. 

“You like it when I lie to you, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Why would you think that I like that?”

“You think I didn’t feel you cumming when you told me to pull out the first time?” 

Your cheeks burn, and you watch with wide eyes as he carefully pulls out of your sore cunt. He’s incredibly proud of himself, and you’re trying to be mortified at how correct he truly was but you know that you can’t hide from him or yourself. 

“Now let me kiss you better, baby.” 

There would be a lot to unpack regarding the last half hour, and whatever was to come of this event with Caleb. The fake sibling thing, the coercion, the touchiness, that first kiss months ago - it seemed like a lot but you knew he was going to make it so simple and assure you that there was nothing to worry about at all. You weren’t really siblings, so there wasn’t anything technically wrong with it despite a question of morality that wasn’t yours to answer. 

He’d take care of you, that’s what big brothers did.

[brooklynxcox]

"I'm gonna do it, I'm so serious, " she said as she clicked out of the movie and set up her own profile on her account. She scrolled through different Icons and then opened up her profile. She had such a carefree and happy look on her face, something so simple brought her back to life for the first time in a long while. "Probably not, but I want to take it seriously. It'll be the first step and I don't want to do anything half-assed you know? And besides, you seem smart, I'll have you to help me when I need it." She clicked on NCIS and traded the remote for the pizza. "Yeah, I have someone that has been mentoring me, I've been getting some practice and hopefully I make a thing of it." For the first time in a while, she had hope again. She was free. "Well, maybe not that. Let's see how I do first before I go changing my grades." She put done her plate of half-eaten pizzan she dropped her head to his shoulder. She watched his screen as he worked. "You are really impressive."

She could tell him he wasn't going to buy her a television if she wanted to, it didn't mean he was necessarily going to listen. "You can go ahead and create your own there whenever you feel like it," he said, shrugging. "Yeah, you're not gonna need most of the bullshit they force you to learn to get your GED. I don't understand the point in making you take classes in the most useless subjects imaginable. They should let you pick classes based on your actual career goals." His issues with the education system were something to discuss on a different day, though. "There you go," he encouraged, nodding. "Practicing drawing is a great step. Maybe someone around here will wanna buy the designs too if you put 'em out there." He nodded, brows furrowing as he slowly began to get to work. "Oh, well, I could probably teach you a few basic things if you want at some point. Like, how to change your grades if you're not satisfied."

[lezforsapphicwrites]

𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷?

pairing: elphaba thropp x glinda upland word count: 808 warnings: none summary: glinda sees her wife again after so long being apart but elphaba feels she doesn't deserve her love. (inspired by "would you fall in love with me again" from epic the musical)

Elphaba had changed in a way that she wouldn't want, Glinda thought.

The one she had known at Shiz was not the same as the Elphaba that was standing before her. Her eyes bore the horrors of the cruelty and harshness of their world. Shoulders slumped as the weight of her own expectations pulled her down to a void of neverending disappointments and losses.

And yet, she was still Elphie. Her Elphie.

The girl who cared about animals more than anyone would ever do. Who braved the mocking eyes of their peers as she moved to her own beat in the Ozdust Ballroom. Who fought against the true wicked of Oz, something she hadn't muster to do.

"You look different. You're eyes look tired." She tried to make it sound like teasing but her emotions betrayed her. Glinda took a deep breath. "Your frame is lighter. Your smile torn."

Elphaba looked away. Somehow that hurt more than the long period they had spent away from each other.

"Is it really you, my love?" Glinda reached out her hand, gently resting them on the girl's shoulder.

She thanked the heavens that Elphaba didn't flinch away from her touch. She didn't think she would survive that. Glinda needed her warmth, to wrap her arms around her and never let go. But Elphie needed space and she would give anything to her.

"I am not the woman you fell in love with. Not the girl you once adored," Elphaba muttered. "I am not your kind and gentle wife, and I am not the love you knew before."

Glinda felt her arms weakening at the loss of wamrth when Elphaba moved across the room. The light from the large, circular window had made the woman's tears sparkle as they fell. Needles pricked her heart at the sight of them. Elphie was hurting herself because of her, she thought. Fearing that her wife was burning her cheeks with her own tears.

Before she could rush to wipe them away, Elphaba spoke, "Would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done?"

Yes, she wanted to say. But Elphaba continued, "The things I cannot change. Would you love me all the same? I know that you've been waiting for love."

Nothing was ever going to be more true than the love she had for her. Not even the Wizard could find a spell to change that. In this room, where Elphaba was closer than she had ever been, she wasted no more time and walked to where the woman stood.

Glinda gently lifted her face and smiled. "Don't cause yourself pain over me," She said, wiping the tears away before they could burn her even more. "And don't cry. It blurs my view of your eyes."

For every night she longed for her Elphie to be beside her, to tangle her arms around her frame and feel her warmth, and for every time a fire ingnited in her chest when an Ozian would make a hurtful remark about her wife, she thought as she pressed her lips against Elphaba's. Every second of it engraved in her mind to look back on for years to come.

They pulled away, gasping for air that they didn't need when they were in each others arms. Elphaba was holding on to her, keeping her as close as their bodies would allow, and that was enough.

Glinda tucked a piece of hair behind the woman's ear. "I will fall in love with you, over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine." She confessed, blinking away the tears that blurred her vision. She needed to see the face of her love clearly.

"Don't tell me you're not the same person. You're always my wife and I've been waiting for you." Glinda cried, clutching the hem of Elphaba's dress tightly. Don't leave me, she thought. As long as you're here, I'll be fine.

For some reason, it felt like they were saying goodbye. Not like the one they shared at the tower of the Wizard's castle. This one felt final, like she was never seeing her again.

Glinda shook her head. No, it wasn't. They were going to make things right and tell the people the truth. Perhaps then, everyone would know that Elphaba wasn't the wicked one and they could be in each other's arms for all eternity. No more fleeing and hiding.

But even if Elphie were to flee once more, she would join her. Damn the consequences. Yes, she would not repeat the same mistake she had done in the Emerald City.

As she pulled Elphaba closer, she forgot about the farm girl that was trapped beneath them nor did she notice the bucket of water hidden at the edge of the room.

a/n: first post! this is pretty short cuz i worked on it too quickly. working on another one atm!

more of my works here: masterlist

[strawberrymanifest]

Finally accepting the 3D never mattered

If you’ve been wondering how to ignore the 3D and accept 4D/imagination as the only reality without neglecting the 3D or living in denial, then this is for you.

This post is heavily inspired by this post by @4dbeingguide so check it out after.

This part of their post made “ignore the 3D” click for me and what I’m going to be building on:

“what if what i’m doing won’t make anything manifest in the 3D?” then boo-fucking-hoo? it wouldn’t even matter because that’s not where you live. you’re 4-dimensional. […] think about this question: “what if it doesn’t manifest in the 2D (a world of only length and width)?” i bet you’re like “womp womp? the fuck would that have to do with me? it’s not real and I don’t live there!” give that SAME energy to the 3D. you live in the 4D.”

So if we remember geometry class, we understand that the 2D is a hypothetical world of only length and width. (Think of a square). And the 3D is our world, with length, width, and depth. (Think of a cube)

The 3D takes the 2D and adds another dimension; depth. Likewise, the 4D takes the 3D and adds another dimension; your inner world of thoughts, beliefs, and assumptions.

So when we say 4D/imagination/inner self is the true reality, we can still acknowledge that 3D world exists! We just know that our reality is more than what the 3D is showing us. Let me explain.

You have never experienced a 3D circumstance without your mind generating some kind of assumption about that circumstance. For example, if you see a red round fruit your brain automatically assumes that it is an apple (or it assumes idk what that object is).

You cannot see the 3D without automatically assuming something about it. In this way, you have never “experienced the 3D”. You can only experience the 3D + assumptions of it aka the 4D. The 4D/imagination is your only reality.

You don’t live in 3D, you perceive it from the 4D.

The 3D is real. But what it’s showing us doesn’t matter once we see that the 4D, our thoughts and assumptions about the 3D, are the only thing that we truly experience.

You are not experiencing difficult circumstances. You are experiencing difficult thoughts and assumptions about the circumstances.

See the difference? See how this frees us from caring about the 3D?

Anytime a 3D circumstance happens that is “against” your desire remember that the 3D is not telling you don’t have your desire. The 3D can’t tell you anything, it’s just a bunch of shapes and colors. It’s your unconscious reaction to the 3D that is telling you that you don’t have your desire. And that is something you can change.

You are experiencing your unconscious thoughts/reactions, and you are calling it “difficult circumstances”.

You need to stop, become aware of your reactions to the 3D. Realize the 3D is not what you’re upset about, your assumptions are upsetting you.

But you know about the law, so you can change what you assume. Affirm, visualize, accept that it is done, and persist, in spite of what your mind’s automatic reactions say.

To wrap it up:

I personally don’t subscribe to the idea that “the 3D isn’t real” bc of course it is we can literally see it. However I do believe that the 3D doesn’t matter because it is not what we truly experience.

If you still haven’t been able to let go of what the 3D is showing you it’s because you haven’t realized that the 3D isn’t what is bothering you. It’s your mind’s unconscious belief system that is producing unfavorable thoughts related to the 3D.

The reason you’re struggling is because you don’t realize that every thought you have is an assumption, not a fact. Once you become aware of this you see that all that needs to change is your thoughts/beliefs/assumptions. If you are struggling to “just change” your beliefs, I will be making a post on how to stop being a victim to subconscious beliefs very soon.

(This is my first long post so lmk if anything I said wasn’t clear, I’d love to answer any questions!)

[h3r4life]

STOP. STOP RIGHT THERE. What are you even doing? Wasting your time scrolling, hoping that one more method will magically unlock the universe for you. Get off Tumblr. Put down the guides and the endless advice that just keeps coming at you like a fire hose. Because here’s the thing, you don’t need any of that. You don’t need one more “hack” or “secret” to shift. You are the secret. YOU are the one who holds the power, the knowledge, the potential. You just have to tap into it.

It’s easy to get caught up in the noise, to think that everyone else knows something you don’t. But listen to me, YOU already know. You already have what it takes. The power to shift is in you, not in some random method that someone on the internet is trying to sell you. You’ve been searching for that magic key for so long because you’ve been doubting yourself. You’ve been doubting that you have what it takes to step into that reality you’ve been dreaming of. But here’s the cold, hard truth: you’re holding the key right now, and you’re the one who can unlock it.

Stop letting fear dictate your life. Stop holding yourself back. Stop doubting your abilities, your worth, and your dreams. When you look in the mirror, you’re not just seeing a reflection of your face, you’re looking at the creator of your reality and experiences. You have the power to change, to shift, to manifest anything you want. There is no limit, no rule that says you can’t live the life you’ve always imagined. The only thing holding you back is you, and I’m done watching you sit there like you’re powerless.

Enough with the self-sabotage. Enough with saying “I can’t” or “I’ll never be able to.” You’ve been using these excuses to keep yourself small, to keep yourself safe, but look where it’s getting you. NOWHERE. And you know it. You’re stuck in this loop, chasing advice like it’s going to make the difference, but the difference isn’t out there. It’s in here. Inside you.

If you really want to shift, if you really want to experience that world you’ve been envisioning, stop waiting for it to just fall into your lap. You’ve got to be relentless. You’ve got to be the one to believe, even when it seems like no one else does. You’ve got to be the one to trust yourself when everything around you says it’s impossible. You’re limitless, so start acting like it. The excuses? Gone. The doubts? Gone. The fear? GONE.

You’re not here to play small. You weren’t born to sit around and wait for someone to hand you the life you deserve. You’ve got the power to experience it, and if you’re not using it, you’re wasting your potential. Get up. Stand tall. Believe in yourself and make this happen, because YOU are the only thing standing in your way.

So stop scrolling. Stop looking for the magic method. You ARE the method. You’re the key, the answer, the creator. Everything you need is already inside you. Now stop holding yourself back and shift. Your time is now. No more excuses. No more doubting. Let your mind free. You are limitless. Now go.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Suggestion!

I'm genderfluid, and I was wondering if you could do a obey me! Brothers react to someone being transphobic of MC?

Juat a random little idea.

Oh no...lots of planned deaths will be happening..but of course!

The brothers reaction to someone being transphobic to MC

Lucifer

He has always been accepting of you he always saw you as his lover and nothing more nothing less. He hasn't heard much transphobic talk so he never felt he needed to do something about it until one demon changed all that. They were using very hurtful comments knowing exactly what they were doing. He immediately storms over and stares the demon right in their eyes. "I suggest you shut your mouth before I have Diavolo banish you from devildom or better yet let me deal with you." He says his demon form on the verge of escaping. Of course the demon backed off letting out small apologies before running away. He immediately goes to comfort MC saying all the demons words were trash and nothing that could ever be the truth.

Mammon

He already is very defensive of Mc in the first place so when someone bad mouths them it isn't too pretty. Which is exactly what's happening in this situation. The moment he hears any sort of negative comment he immediately gets set off. He of course was damn near a few inches away from MC so he heard it loud and clear. He has no self restraint and his demon form was immediately out in the open. "The hell did ya say? I'll make you eat your damn words then the floor next!" He says spewing more threats before having MC intervene. He after being calmed down and distanced immediately checked up on you apologizing for being too aggressive in front of you (not for being aggressive towards the asshole)

Levi

He isn't very confrontationally to begin with so when situations like so occur he freaks out. Once he sees MC is hurt from these horrible comments he immediately drags them away. If the demon insists on following he eventually snaps. "One more step and lotan will have you for dinner" he quickly states. Once MC is away and safe he nervously checks up on them hoping they aren't too hurt and affected or else he'd relay this incident to Lucifer... anonymously...sure

Satan

As expected it doesn't end well. He tried to hold his temper and ward the transphobic asshole off with a few threats but the demon wasn't listening. He eventually lost his temper and not even MC could calm him. Lucifer had to be called and the two were safely back at the house of lamentation. Once he was coherent he apologized for his outburst and for not listen to MC. He does however promise no one will make comments like those again after seeing what happened to the last demon.

Asmos

With how he is he's dealt with stuff like this demon before. He covers Mc's ears and glares at the demon "hunny look at that outfit I wouldn't spout out anymore low life insults when you can barely dress yourself." He then walks MC away and distracts them. He did however alert Lucifer of this demon and let whatever happens happen☺️

Beel

He loves family and MC so whenever one is threatened he isn't such a great person to be around. This demon has some balls for saying such harsh things to MC when beel is standing right there next to them. He suddenly grabbed the demons shirt with one hand and looks them dead in the eyes. "Stop talking." He suddenly says. MC rests their hand on him to ease his anger a bit. It works he lets the demon down and goes to take a step forward and the demon has already scurried off. He turns to MC and cups their face "are you alright" he asks his demeanor completely different from before.

Belphie

He's an asshole by nature so... The demon wasn't very smart doing such a thing. As soon as he spoke and said one hurtful comment and MC's face dropped he suddenly grabbed the demon and forced them to sleep. He would have gone further if MC didn't step in. "Don't Lucifer will have your head if you do anything more" MC states and he sighs walking them both away. Still not getting that demon out of his head eventually doing something but no one will know that.

[live-laugh-lenney]

Could we maybe have a part two of this > https://www.tumblr.com/live-laugh-lenney/753590143297912832/id-honestly-love-a-little-something-where-like-yn

Fuzzy confessions and stuff perhaps?

| part one |

months had passed.

and arthur hated how he never acted on what had happened; he wanted to speak to the boys as soon as it happened, as soon as he had them away from yn so he could get their help on what he needed to do, but he chose to keep quiet. he chose to keep what happened a secret between himself and yn... which yn understood.

a change in the dynamic of their friendship group was something she didn't want to happen and she didn't want george nor chris nor arthur hill to view her differently because she'd drunkenly slept with arthur... with no regrets on either side... definitely not.

but he couldn't stand not being able to call her his.

hearing stories about how she'd gone on different dates with men that she had been set up with through becky or shannon because they were fed up with her moping around and being unhappy. deep down, she wanted arthur and not the strangers she was being set up with... but she wasn't going to force any feelings if he didn't truly feel sparks.

how wrong she was.

"this guy just straight up belched in my face and never apologised for it. he drank half the bottle of prosecco before i'd even finished my first glass, he mansplained everything he spoke about, never asked me about myself or my interests or anything and," she huffs as she fell to the sofa behind her, completely flopping down into the empty space beside george, kicking her feet up on his lap, "he was so rude to the waiting staff who were looking after us, too."

"looked like a prick when he came to pick you up so," george shrugs his shoulders, "where did you meet this one?"

"hinge, surprisingly. thought i'd give it a go after you said about it," a scoff left george's mouth and she rolls her eyes, his fingers undoing the heels buckled around her ankles and pulling them from her feet, "i thought he was going to be really nice. maybe i should just stay single? maybe, just maybe, i'm not cut out for a relationship."

"that's rubbish and you know it," george tuts at her and she pouts her lips, "maybe we should double date? i can scope your dates out and you can do the same for me. we can be each others' wingman."

a door opening catches yn offguard and she looks in the direction of where the sound of the creaking hinge came from, making eye contact with arthur as he steps foot out of the bathroom, a soft smile on his lips.

"you don't look like someone who's just had a good date," he says cautiously, walking into the living room and taking a seat in the seat he'd been sat in previously, "what happened this time?"

"terrible table manners, a major narcissist and rude to those around him," yn grumbles and sits up, folding her arms across her chest as she let her eyes wander to the television, "i wasted so much of my time picking out this outfit, buying new shoes, doing my make-up and making my hair look nice. someone really has it out for me at the moment, i swear."

arthur gives her a sympathetic smile before he diverts his attention to his phone.

all he could think about was how she'd never be treated so badly if he just said something, if he put his fears and worries aside, and finally acted on the feelings he was feeling deep inside.

because he found himself thinking back to that one night they shared together on holiday. when he woke up with her beside him, with their clothes in heaps around the room so there was no point in lying to one another about what had happened, with a feeling of happiness that it had happened. a memory that he found hard to shake off. and everytime he was reminded of that night, he found himself falling a little more in love with her.

"want a cup of tea?"

"that sounds so good right now," she looks at george and he stands to his feet, sliding his phone into his pocket and striding across the living room and in the direction of the kitchenette, "can i stay here tonight?"

"you're always welcome here," george says.

and with that, he disappeared around the corner to make her, and himself, a cup of tea because the idea sounding really warming and he could feel a chill in the air. the silence swallowed arthur and yn as they sat comfortably in each other's presence... but he felt his tongue burning from wanting to say something to her. he just didn't know what.

"i don't know why i bother anymore, you know?"

"hmm?"

arthur looks over at her and she frowns in his direction, her eyebrows pinching together on her browline and there's a sudden flush in her cheeks that was something other than the wind-bitten skin that she would have endured on her walk to george's flat.

"why couldn't you just ask me out, doofus?"

"again, hmm?"

arthur's confused and his heart was racing in his chest, beating quick and hard and he was surprised she couldn't hear how worked up he was feeling at her question.

"we slept together, we had such a good holiday, but we get back to england and you forget all that happened? we go back to being best friends and act like we never did anything?" she questions him and he shakes his head erratically, "then why didn't you do anything?"

"why should i? why couldn't you make the first move?"

she scowls at him when she sees the smirk toying at his lips, his phone being slipped into his picket so she had his full attention, his body shifting in his seat so he could look at her.

"i wanted to ask you out. really, i did," he starts, gulping back a thick lump in his throat before he continued, "i didn't want it to ruin what we had though. that night was amazing, from what i remember, and i didn't think we could go anywhere because i didn't know how i felt at the time. i didn't want it to change the group because we became a couple. i didn't know how to approach it, i guess."

"you've seen me go through hell on these dates and you didn't step in," she grumbles and he stands up, taking long steps in her direction and kneeling down in front of her, "be my knight in shining armour, idiot. save me so i don't have to do this anymore."

he takes her hands in his and squeezes them tight, running his thumbs across her knuckles with soft movements, eyes trained on her face as she looks at her lap.

"stay at mine tonight?" he asks her gently and lifts her head, "don't stay here. come back with me. and i'll take you home tomorrow and you can get all dressed up again, you can spend hours on your make-up and your hair, and i'll take you out in the evening and show you a proper date."

"i'm bored of dinners now. i've had too many bad ones to count," she informs him, "surprise me? but it has to be fun. not boring or generic. it has to be exciting."

"deal," he grins widely, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "consider yourself surprised." x

[brunosaderogatory]

Hello.

So... What do you think of Daniela and/or Lorenzo?

Hello, and oh buddy don't get me STARTED /ref

Honestly, I do not know where to begin with these two. I love them. I hate them. I want to keep them in a controlled environment so I could conduct a study of them with a little microscope and also squeeze them until their eyeballs pop out as if they were a pair of Panic Petes. In other words, I like them a lot as characters in a narrative and characters in a world. My opinion of them as people differs from minute to minute, but that is because they reflect the morally ambiguous, and sometimes outright cruel--but equally often loving--world in which they exist.

That being said:

At first, Lorenzo seems to be a very two-dimensional character. He's just a goofy dad who is more concerned with his avocations than he is with his son or wife, a painfully overdone trope in the world of children's cinema, but a few key details (and a bit of useful input from Enrico Casarosa) reveal something more.

For starters, Lorenzo is a lot like Luca. Rather, he is Luca---or who Luca could have very easily become. Lorenzo is meek and lets his wife take the reigns when the situation gets tough. Lorenzo is often off in his own little world, not paying much attention to anything but his own interests and inclinations. Lorenzo is kind-hearted and seems to want change, but is too burdened by his own anxieties or past failures to work up the courage again. And, I do say "again" because the search for his son was not the first time Lorenzo was on the surface.

His older brother (and possibly twin) Ugo was not the only one in their family to have explored the surface world before; Lorenzo was, most likely, right along beside him. Now, we don't know what exactly happened that resulted in Lorenzo's parents sending Ugo to the deep nor Lorenzo to stop trying to get a taste of the human way of life, but Ugo was sent. And Lorenzo did stop. However, it is unlikely that any tragic event took place. Rather, I believe the conclusion to Lorenzo's explorations happened out of conformity to the rules and traditions of his culture because Lorenzo never once spoke ill of humans.

Daniela calls them bloodthirsty lunatics. She insists that Luca has a death wish, and, very explicitly, she insinuates that he will die trying to hang with the humans. On the other hand, Lorenzo only gawks at his son's audacity and tenacity. Lorenzo even tries to reel in Daniela as she threatens Luca with a trip to the deep, but, of course, it is a fruitless attempt because he is meek. He does not have his son's tenacity nor his audacity---those traits were derived from Daniela alone. And this impotence serves as his most abhorrent attribute.

No, he's not doing anything wrong, but he's being a willful bystander. He's compliant with the evils, and, when it gets down to it, he backs them up! He makes no decision for himself, but when he does, he either chickens out of it at the last minute or doesn't know how to bounce back from a failure. Despite being fully aware of what the deep sea can do to a person--despite very likely disagreeing with his wife--he allows her to almost put their son, his son, in a situation that will inevitably, undeniably, deform (translucent skin, eroded teeth, discolored eyes, discolored fins) and disable (cardiovascular issues) him with time.

I'm glad he changed his side for the brighter half in the end, but I didn't see any actual change happen. He's still following his wife around from the looks of it, and that isn't what's needed for him to grow as a person and as a character. Although he's a three-dimensional character that appears to have only two, he's a static character that's been played off as a dynamic for far too long. He was a meek follower in the beginning, and he was a meek follower in the end. The only reason he came onto the good side of things is that the person he was following changed paths, and that isn't enough for me to truly like him (but it sure as hell does give me a lot to work with as a fanfic author, so thank you, Luca crew!).

Now, Daniela. When I think of Daniela, I think of a girl that (for lack of a better metaphor) was raised in a church who could have very well turned out queer, but due to the teachings she was fed---and possibly a very messy lesbian breakup---turned into a very, very hateful woman who, years down the line, rediscovered her bisexuality after the boy she was raising to be a goody-two-shoes, god-fearing, church-going fellow come out to her as vivaciously gay. That is to say, if it wasn't for Massimo, Daniela would be the most dynamic character in the movie. And if it weren't for Alberto, Daniela would be the most complex character in the movie. This is because, like her husband, Daniela tried out the surface life before, but unlike her husband, Daniela is a cruel, unjust force actively working to destroy her son's hopes and happiness at whatever cost necessary--even if it means her son's mental, social, and physical wellbeing. However, the force is derived of only love, fear, and care.

Just as it was in Lorenzo's case, but now far more severe, we lack explicit information about Daniela's past. All we have are the behaviors and beliefs displayed in the movie and information graciously given to us by Enrico Casarosa. These behaviors, beliefs, and Casarosa-given information are: having previously been to the human world; calling humans "bloodthirsty lunatics"; believing humans only go out on the waters for murder; understanding the motions made with a harpoon; attempting to send Luca to the Deep; waiting for Ugo to arrive rather than confronting Luca when she first notices his whereabouts; helicopter-parenting her son; being aware of Luca's interest in the surface/dissatisfaction with the sea; ensuring that Luca stays "safer than safe" while still letting him run off to Genova.

Given these, we can begin to piece together the picture: In her youth, Daniela adventured up to the surface and explored the human way of life, but something went wrong. She was caught in some dangerous situation that likely involved harpoons, or she bore witness to the same thing Luca did as he walked into Portorosso---the statues, the wanted posters, the carvings, the propaganda strewn about, adorning every angle of the town. Regardless, she became terribly fearful of humans and never returned to the surface again.

Unlike Lorenzo, Daniela is not simply abiding by the rules and traditions of their underwater society. Her evasion of humans is born of a completely justifiable fear. Humans hunted sea monsters. Humans put up wanted posters worth $4.5k in today's money for sea monsters captured, dead or alive, and fishermen armed with harpoons lined the waters for a children's race. I feel this is an often forgotten fact when the topic of Daniela's control over Luca comes up: Luca was in real, mortal danger going into Portorosso. Daniela might have been wrong to send Luca to the Deep, but from there, it becomes a discussion of which is worse: possible disability or possible death. Such a discourse grows even more complex when you call to mind that Daniela might not have even been aware of the physical and physiological changes the Deep has on a sea monster before Ugo's arrival.

Daniela's attempted actions are cruel, no doubt, but they are not at all unwarranted. She wants Luca, who she adores and deeply cares for, to be as safe as possible. If she has to be the bad guy to keep her son alive, then she will be the bad guy.

However, Daniela does not stay the bad guy. When she realizes Luca is safe in Portorosso (rather, when Portorosso becomes safe for Luca), she becomes open to the possibility of allowing him to continue living on the surface. She even, after a bit of convincing from Alberto and Libera, allows him to attend school in Genova for nine months out of the school year. At the end of the movie, she is assured of Luca's safety and the humans' ability to change for the better---to stop all the killing, hunting, and fear and begin a peaceful coexistence. This stability allows her to relinquish control over her son and support him in his dreams, even if it means she'll only see him in the summer months.

Daniela is an intensely dynamic and intensely complex character. She's a beautiful foil to her husband, and, quite frankly, I'm obsessed with her and desperately wish to see more of her growth and her past.

Also, Daniela and Lorenzo are peak malewife x girlboss material and I will not be hearing any slander toward their relationship. no idea how Lorenzo managed to bag her, but so glad he did. beautiful. love it. 10/10.

[jibbmanifests]

Debunking Law of Assumption Myths

I've learned a lot about manifestation and law of assumption over time. I've heard a lot of BS that didn't end up being true, so I'm writing a list as a reminder for all of us.

It's magic/hocus pocus - Nope. You can view it as your own kind of magic or magic powers of the universe (in a positive way), sure. But it's not something made up and you aren't putting spells on people or anything crazy like that. All you're doing is changing the way you see things in your own life and then the universe automatically reflects that. It's also been studied by philosophers like Neville Goddard. There's actual science involved with quantum leaping.

It's toxic positivity - Unless you're not allowing yourself to feel anything other than positive feelings, then no, LOA does not involve toxic positivity. Toxic positivity is trying to be overly positive in negative situations and pushing that onto others who are feeling down. When it comes to manifesting, you can allow yourself to feel upset and have doubts while still manifesting what you want. There's no rules saying things like, "you can't feel lousy or else you won't get your desires." You can feel down or be dealing with a massive struggle and still affirm or visualize that you have what you've been wanting. And, even so, you don't have to affirm as you're yelling or crying about something. It won't "cancel" your manifestation. We all waver at times - we're humans with emotions.

There's right and wrong techniques - No. The technique is not how you manifest. Let me explain. The purpose of trying a technique is to help you get into the state of "I have everything I desire" (state of wish fulfilled, as people in the community call it) and being in that state is how you end up manifesting. Some people don't even need to use a technique to get them into that state. They can subconsciously jump without having to try. But, everyone's mind works differently and some people can't get into or stay in that state without using a technique to help them get there. So, if you struggle to jump into or remain in that state of mind, find what technique helps you get there. Different ones resonate with different people. Remember: You are limitless. There's no "right" or "wrong" way to get to the wish fulfilled state. There's also no rules telling you what you can and can't do or else "you won't ever manifest."

It's a process and you have to wait - The action itself of manifesting is not a process. Getting to the state of wish fulfilled is a process if it's something you are struggling with. But once you are able to get into that state of mind, everything will come to you because you now know that you have it, and you continuously think, feel, and act that way. When you tell yourself you already have it, you don't have that worry of "it's going to take a lot of time" or "it's going to take [this long]." It'll happen naturally and quickly. So, don't think "I have to wait" and don't put pressure on yourself about timing. Once you get into the wish fulfilled state, it'll come together as quickly as possible. And if the 3D realm hasn't caught up to it just yet, be patient. It'll happen right before your eyes before you even know it.

You can't manifest multiple things at once - Wrong, yes you can manifest multiple things at once. It might take a lot of brain power or energy to think of multiple things at once (which is often why it's encouraged to focus on one manifestation at a time), but it is possible to. Doing techniques like writing a list of what you have and using multiple affirmations can help with that. Don't feel the need to limit yourself unless you don't feel okay focusing on multiple manifestations at a time.

You're just being delusional - Nope. You know what you have and you're putting it out there into the world. Growing up, other people will limit things you envision in your mind and things you want to be true. But, knowing what you desire and knowing that it's yours does mean it's yours.

How it happens has to make logical sense - No, it doesn't. A certain part of our brain will try to apply logic to how our manifestation will show up. You don't have to use logic or even think about how it's going to show up in the first place. The "how" never matters when it comes to manifestation. The only part you have to focus on is the state of already having the thing you want. There are an infinite number of ways something you manifest can show up. It's impossible to predict exactly how it's going to go. You can get an idea in your mind of "how it went," but it may happen differently, although there is the possibility it'll show up exactly how you want it to. You really don't know. But, all you have to know is that you have it and that it showed up for you in the best way possible.

Certain things are impossible to manifest - (CW: death, worldly issues). Well, this is an interesting one to explain because it feels very nuanced. This can be felt when it comes to manifesting someone back to life or solving a worldly issue (both touchy subjects, I know. I'm sorry. I'll explain.) These are things that affect many, many people and already physically happened. But, also, in another parallel reality, this hasn't happened or can be undone but we just aren't seeing it. Or particularly the person who passed can show up in a different way in our lives right now, whether it's through another person, a spirit, a physical item, etc. I'm sure people (other than just myself) have wondered about this subject and maybe it's been looked into. So please, feel free to add something to this topic or correct me if need be. I can admit that I'm still learning things. But, when thinking about smaller scale things than this, certain things we may think are impossible can in fact be possible. Like, this may sound silly, but what if unicorns are real? They could be existing on another planet far, far away for all we know. Scientists may have looked into horses developing magical horns and wings. It's impossible to know for sure. Or, what if our SP is thinking about us right now? It's not impossible. Sorry if this all sounds like a lot. It's just something I've pondered.

[goldenboywrites]

“It is serious,” Apollo countered, brow furrowed at Cassio’s deflection. “It changed me, whatever it was. It overtook me. I was myself, but I couldn’t break out of this…this trance, and who knows what will happen next time? What if it affects everyone? That’s never happened to me before, Cassio. I can’t risk something like that happening again. Theo is the only difference. It has to do with him.” He didn’t understand his best friend’s reluctance to analyze for traces of magic. “It wasn’t just caught up in the moment. I couldn’t think about anything else; I couldn’t stop. What if I had hurt Isaac because I was so fucking blinded by whatever that was?” 

Finally, he convinced Cassio and the blonde stepped forward and placed his hand on Apollo’s chest. He sighed with relief at finally being heard. He stood still, tracking Cassio’s eyes as he scanned him over. “What?” Apollo asked, missing the words Cassio was saying. He felt fuzzy again as if a fever was overtaking him. The blonde’s hands sliding across his chest and arms left his skin with goosebumps. “Cass,” He whispered. Memories of the two of them together were brought to the front of his mind. That lithe body of a dancer, flexible in all sorts of ways that the two of them explored together. And they had been good together. They were. They could be again. It was like his entire world focused on the blonde; nothing else could hold his attention except the need for more contact. Cassio rested his forehead against Apollo’s shoulder, and the man squeezed his eyes shut, shivering at the contact. It always came right back to them, didn’t it? So why weren’t they together?

He turned around to face the blonde, his hands cradling his face. The skin-to-skin contact nearly made him groan. And he knew it was wrong. He knew he and Cassio hadn’t been together since they were at Hogwarts, but what was stopping them? Why had they never tried to be together? He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to the blonde’s. They were so close that Apollo could feel his breath on his lips, and if he just closed the inch between them, he could remember what it was like to feel his lips. “Cassio,” he whispered, soothingly stroking his thumbs over his cheeks. “Let’s just leave. Fuck it, let’s just leave together. Remember how good we were? It would be even better now.” He dropped one of his hands to Cassio’s chest, fingers curving out the indents between his ribs. “I know you remember. I see it in your face sometimes when you look at me. Let me worship you.” 

Oliver stepped into the walk-in pantry, Isaac following behind him. “He needs rosemary, cayenne pepper, and saffron,” He said absentmindedly. “Wouldn’t hurt to pull some ginger either. Orion said it can boost the spell and help decrease our little guy's side effects.” 

He shuffled through the potion's ingredients, looking for what they needed. So far, nothing had come up. “You don’t have to apologize, Isaac. I know how hard it can be with them, but…” Oliver sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Apollo and Cassio are always going to be Apollo and Cassio. It won’t do us any favors to wedge between them. If anything, it’s just going to make them more secretive. We know their history; if they wanted to be together, they would have made it happen, but they’ve never toyed with the idea of a relationship together, and we’ve been with them for years. They choose us instead of each other. Isn’t that enough?” He promised himself there in the pantry that he would be a better, more present friend to Isaac. Cassio and Apollo had a way of unintentionally making them both feel like odd men out. 

“But I have your back, you know that, right?” He turned to Isaac, shooting him a smile. “But you should give Cass a chance. Most of the things you get upset at him for are almost always Apollo’s fault anyway, but I get that it’s easier to be mad at my boyfriend than yours.” Oliver narrowed his eyes playfully and returned to the shelve he was shuffling through. “Okay, I officially can’t find anything. Where is all of this stuff hiding?”

"Think someone'd be pretty relaxed if they were in your shoes." Cass' lips turned in on themselves. It took damn near every part of his being to keep him from laughing in Apollo's face at that request. His brow did raise at the concern and it was really clear to him that Apollo didn't have the faintest idea what had just happened to him. His gaze landed on the swing door where both his boyfriend and Isaac were now with that child. "Apollo, I really don't think it's that serious." He brushed him off, not sure where his place was meant to be in this because if he was right in what happened between his best friend and his boyfriend upstairs and he said something? He could count his days of private visitation with him as over. "I think you just got caught up in the moment and you guys had it out. Don't be so in your head about it. We don't care." Well, that wasn't entirely true, Oliver cared. He shrugged as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Mostly because it wasn't the worst thing that had happened in Apollo and Isaac's relationship and honestly, who was Cass to start that shit show for them.

And even saying it he know Apollo wouldn't let it go and so he sighed, his head hanging back as he moved to his friend and placed his hands on his chest. "Aside from your afternoon rendezvous and the kid." He smiled, moving his hands down the right arm of Apollo and he assessed with his eyes and then any sense anything he could on his friend. But how did he tell Apollo it was just their veela boyfriend pissing all over him? "How's your day been so far?" He joked, moving from that side to the other and he moved to his backside, tracing lines down his back as he did. "Didn't have time to pick up an extra family three towns over did you? Pull one from your dad's play book?" He teased, his hands sliding up through the other's scalp and he still found nothing.

"Think that kid's a plant?" He asked low, watching over the other's shoulder to the door. He could hear Oliver and Isaac talking animatedly. If nothing else, Cass was happy the two of them got along. And they did too, very well. It would have been nice if just he and Isaac could. Though after today, they would be having a talk. He could appreciate that Isaac didn't like them being friends after all the bullshit they seemed to always be in and drag both he and Oliver in to. "I don't feel like it's their style but it was the only thing that could make sense. I mean ... did you even want a kid? Surely not." He plowed right through that line of thinking without giving him the chance. "I know we said we'd be done soon and I mean it but ..." He sighed, his forehead pressing to Apollo's shoulder blade for comfort. "This shit is real weird, Apollo. I don't like it."

Feeling the weight of the little boy nestled against his chest warmed Isaac to his very core. All the craziness going on with them and yet there was this child, just simply existing in complete and total knowledge that all of them would work to keep him alive and happy. It was something to feel that sort of trust blindly given. It spoke worlds to the way of the world when it came to them as children and them as adults. It was only looking at his sleeping face did Isaac feel that what he'd done to Apollo was wrong. Well, it was more selfish than anything else. He hugged the babe closer and turned to watch Oliver in his mad dash to find whatever it was he was looking for.

He couldn't help but smile at the sight and think how crazily different he was to Cassio. The name turned his nose up slightly but Isaac scolded himself and allowed the thought to fully process. Because Cass was Apollo's best friend and whatever the two of them had overcome in their childhood, Isaac couldn't relate to and shouldn't be too harsh over. If Oliver in all his big ways and thoughts could find a way to let them live and still be happy, he could too. "'m sorry 'bou' earlier." He spoke, not wanting to talk about hem disappearing or the fact that Isaac was starting to tell the after effects of that session more fiercely just then. "I's been a real lon' day 'n I jus' should ha'e been betta abou' everythin'." He spoke a little quieter feeling the boy move and readjust against Isaac's chest. It was hard not to look down at him and just feel this sense that it was right. He wasn't sure if that hurt more than not knowing who he truly was.

"Apollo didn' say wha' exactly we're doin' an' 'm no' sure 'm happy wit' jus' lettin' this poo' boy be subject ta all sorts of magic." He shouldn't have been so protective over this little one but he just couldn't help it. It felt right to speak up on behalf of him but still want the best for him. What the hell was going on? "'m jus' worried ..." Oliver looked at him then with full arms and Isaac drew in a deeper breath. "'m worried for all o' us."