#losing my mind at this actually WHY DID YOU DO THAT

[mrspiastri]

10. “You do realize you’re completely stealing my heart right now, don’t you?” with Lando Norris and maybe sibling's best friend? Thank you 😊

lando norris x reader

prompt 10. “You do realize you’re completely stealing my heart right now, don’t you?”

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Lando had always known Y/N was off-limits.

She was his sister’s best friend—the girl who had spent more time in their house than some of their actual family members, the one who had been there for every birthday, every stupid family trip, every late-night conversation when his sister needed her most.

She was supposed to be untouchable.

But somewhere between childhood and now, Lando had stopped seeing her as just his “sister’s best friend”.

He wasn’t sure when it had started. Maybe it was the summer she had come back from university, all sun-kissed skin and easy smiles, sliding back into their lives like she had never left. Or maybe it was when she started calling him late at night just to talk, her voice soft with exhaustion but filled with things she could only tell him.

Or maybe—just maybe—it had been forever, and he had only just started to realize it.

The weight of it all had been pressing down on him for weeks.

It was in the way his heart raced whenever she laughed at one of his stupid jokes, the way his hands burned whenever they accidentally brushed against hers, the way she looked at him sometimes—like maybe she was thinking the same thing but didn’t know if she was allowed to.

And then there were the times when she wasn’t looking at him, and he found himself staring at her anyway.

Like tonight.

She was curled up in a chair on the patio of the Norris house, the soft glow of the string lights casting a golden hue over her skin. The party inside had mostly died down, leaving only a few lingering voices and the distant hum of music. His sister had gone to bed hours ago, assuming Y/N would do what she always did—crash in the guest room like she had a hundred times before.

But this time, she hadn’t.

Instead, she had stayed out here. With him.

And Lando? Lando was losing his mind over it.

He sat beside her, stretching his legs out, watching as she played absentmindedly with the rings on her fingers. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy —charged with something unsaid, something inevitable.

Finally, she broke it.

“Lando,” she murmured, not looking at him.

His heart skipped a beat. “Yeah?”

She hesitated, fingers tightening around one of her rings. “Do you ever feel like… things have changed between us?”

Lando inhaled sharply. He had not been prepared for that.

He turned to face her fully, studying the way her brows furrowed, the way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth like she was trying to stop herself from saying too much.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “I do.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and for a second, neither of them spoke.

It would be so easy to brush it off. To make a joke, to change the subject, to go back to pretending that they weren’t slowly unraveling every time they were near each other.

But Lando was tired of pretending.

He let out a breath, dragging a hand through his curls. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “I know.”

“But I want to,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She exhaled shakily, shaking her head. “God, Lando. You have no idea how much I want to.”

His chest tightened. “Then why don’t we?”

She looked at him then, something raw flickering in her eyes. “Because your sister would hate me.”

And yeah. That was the problem.

Lando’s sister loved Y/N like she was family. Their friendship was everything to her. If this went wrong, if it ended badly, Y/N wouldn’t just lose him. She’d lose her best friend too.

Lando should care about that more.

He did care.

But not enough to let her go.

Not when she was sitting there, so close, looking at him like she was trying to convince herself that walking away was the right thing to do.

“Y/N,” he murmured, leaning in just slightly. “You do realize you’re completely stealing my heart right now, don’t you?”

Her breath hitched.

And for a second, he thought she might push him away. That she might laugh and shake her head and pretend like none of this was happening.

But then— finally —she whispered, “You stole mine first.”

Lando’s heart slammed against his ribs.

“Then let’s stop pretending,” he said, voice rough with something between desperation and relief.

She hesitated, and for a terrifying moment, he thought she was going to say no.

But then, ever so slowly, she reached for his hand, fingers threading through his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Fuck it,” she breathed.

And that was all the permission he needed.

Lando surged forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like every stolen glance, every unspoken word, every suppressed feeling finally being set free.

She melted into him instantly, her hands fisting in his hoodie as if she had been waiting for this just as long as he had.

When they finally broke apart, willing their hearts to stop beating so fast, Lando let out a breathless laugh. “That was a terrible idea.”

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing absent patterns against his chest. “Yeah.”

“You still wanna do this?” he asked, searching her face for any sign of doubt.

She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I do.”

And just like that, they crossed the line they had been dancing around for far too long.

Whatever happened next—whatever fallout came from this—they would figure it out.

Together.

[seumyo]

I saw you wanted some requests!!

Could I request kissing Idia all over his face? I just feel like it’d be so funny to see his reaction

I hope you have a lovely day!!

idia shroud who’s doomed with lots of kisses.

Idia was losing. Badly. And it wasn’t his fault—it could never be his fault—his teammates were just outright incompetent.

“Seriously? Who runs straight into the enemy’s trap without checking the map first?” he grumbled. “Do they even understand the concept of positioning?”

You were just lying on his chest, your body nestled comfortably against his as you watched him play. Your arms were wrapped around his torso, your face just inches from his, and you hummed a quiet tune to entertain yourself.

You were so close. Too close.

And yet... Idia didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of liked it.

He still couldn’t believe you two were like this now—so close, so comfortable. A year ago, he wouldn’t have even dreamed of letting someone into his room, much less on his bed. But now... it was his favorite thing in the world.

Especially when it was you.

Well, you were always the only exception to him whenever it came to almost anything.

Idia tried to focus on his game, his eyes glued to the screen as his character dodged another poorly timed attack from the enemy. “Are they... are they actually feeding the enemy team?! Oh my Sevens, I’m going to spam report them with all of my accounts.” He let out a dramatic sigh, his hair flickering with frustrated flames.

“Amateurs... all of them.”

“You get so worked up over your games,” you tease, your voice warm and affectionate.

He huffed, his eyes narrowing at the screen. “I-It’s because they’re so bad! I mean, seriously, who rushes into a 1v4 without backup?! Do they even know how to play?!”

You just smiled, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest. He wore his teal hoodie, the one you got him just because you can. “You’re cute when you get all frustrated.”

“They’re just... so ugh. It’s like they’ve never played a MOBA before.” His fingers moved with practiced precision, his character launching a series of attacks that wiped out two enemies in quick succession. “See? That’s how you do it. If I weren’t here, they’d be doomed.

You didn’t respond, your eyes still focused on him. Idia’s heart raced when he noticed, his fingers faltering on the controller. You were looking at him with that expression again—that sweet, adoring look that made his stomach burst with butterflies and his mind go blank.

He tried to ignore it, tried to focus on his game, but it was impossible. You were too close, too warm, too... loving.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“You look cute when you’re focused.”

He scoffed, his face heating up. “I don’t look cute. I look serious. Intense. Like a soldier.”

“You’re cute,” you insisted, laughing. “Very cute.”

His heart skipped a beat, his fingers faltering on the controller. He narrowly avoided an incoming ultimate skill, his character’s health dropping dangerously low. “H-Hey, don’t distract me!”

“But it’s fun.”

Idia rolled his eyes, sighing. “You’re supposed to be my co-pilot. Aren’t you supposed to be helping me win?”

“I am helping. I’m boosting your morale.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, right. Some morale boost...”

Before he could say more, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his chin.

Idia’s heart stopped.

His body went rigid, his breath catching in his throat. Your lips were warm and soft, lingering for just a moment before you pulled away as if it was the most common thing to do.

His character died on screen, the revival countdown flashing in bold white numbers. Idia barely noticed, his mind reeling from the sensation of your kiss.

“[Name]...?”

“I told you it was a morale boost.” How could you casually shrug this off?!

Idia stared at you. How did you two get here? How did he get to the point where he was lying on his bed with his girlfriend, cuddling up to him, kissing him like it was the most natural thing in the world?

More importantly, how did he get to the point where he was okay with it? Did he actually want you to be this close?

Your lips brushed his cheek, softer this time, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down his spine. Idia’s breath hitched, his fingers clenching around his controller.

“W-What are you doing?” His voice was embarrassingly weak, his heart pounding in his chest. God, how pathetic he sounded.

You, however, didn’t answer, your lips trailing along his cheekbones. Then you kissed his forehead, his nose, and even the little mole on his temple.

Idia’s hands trembled, his controller slipping from his fingers and falling onto the mattress beside him. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, his body moving on its own.

“I like watching you play,” you admitted quietly. “You get so focused. It’s adorable.”

He groaned, his head falling back against his pillow.

“You’re... evil...”

You laughed. “You’re just realizing that now?”

“You’re worse than players who don’t know how to cast their character’s ultimate combo.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You then leaned in and kissed him again, this time on the corner of his mouth.

His heart was pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it. You were so, so close now, your face just inches from his.

He swallowed hard. “You’re... really close...”

“Do you want me to move?”

“No.”

“Ok.”

He never thought he’d get to this point—never thought he’d find someone who accepted him, who cared for him, who wanted to be close to him. Someone who could understand him and make him feel as though he deserves to be loved unconditionally.

And yet, here you were, lying in his arms, your warmth seeping into him, your presence filling every corner of his heart.

“I... really like you.”

He likes saying it when he feels as though he needs to say it, which isn’t often, so it holds sentiment and tenderness.

“I like you too, Idia. Really, really like you.”

Idia was doomed. Completely, absolutely, undeniably doomed... and he never wanted to be saved.

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[sillyuin]

Valentine's day with svt (Vocal Unit)

Genre: fluff fluff fluff.

Pairing: svt vocal unit x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: This is the part 1/3 of my valentine's day with svt special. I'll be posting the next parts during the day or next, so wait for it ♥ also, happy birthday my fellow Carat, take it as a gift for you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Jeonghan. Playing board games.

He likes games and loves to cheat on them, that’s nothing new for you. When he told you to have a game night for valentine’s you were expecting for him to be the mischievous angel-faced he is. But he had an ace up his sleeve that you weren't prepared for.

“The loser gotta give the winner a kiss,” he said in a serious tone.

You raised an eyebrow, “if you want me to kiss you just ask me.”

He laughed softly, like he was expecting for you to say such a statement. “But, the winner has the right to ask the way they want it to be.”

“What… Does that mean?”

“I don’t know” Jeonghan bit his lower lip, locking his eyes on yours. “Just try not to lose the game”.

It was probably the hardest game you ever played in your life, not because you haven’t played Monopoly before, but because his gaze was on you all the time, as if Jeonghan was able to read even the deepest thought in your mind.

Whatever he was thinking, you made a double effort to not fail into his love games. But let’s be honest, it’s a sweet temptation you’d like to try without hesitation.

Joshua. Baking cookies for each other.

Something so simple and so endearing at the same time, there’s nothing like an afternoon filled with laughs and the delicious smell of cookies, as the promise of a sweet and romantic night.

“Josh, can you give me the choco chips?” you asked, while checking the recipe on your phone. However, he said nothing, “Josh… Joshua!”

 “Hey, don’t scream at me” he complained in a sassy manner, “I’m just beside you, and I’m busy”.

You turned to see what he was doing, and raised an eyebrow, confused. “Aren’t we supposed to make cookies with choco chips?”

“Yeah”.

“Then, what is that?”

“Oh, this” Joshua’s smile was so big that the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he proudly show you his creation, “it’s for you. Do you like it?”

He was holding a tray full of those calico-shaped cookies you wanted to try. The kitty shaped cookies were actually very cute, so much that you even forgot why you raised your voice at him.

“When did you baked them?”

“Before you came home. I wanted to try something different.” Joshua stared at you tilting his head, “I bake for you and you bake for me, then we watch one of those romcon you love as much as me”.

“Sounds good for me.” you laughed low as you continued with your cookies, “but you have to wait for me, I need to finish these.”

“Okay” He approached you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, “I'll be here just checking in your work. Please do as if I’m not here”.

Woozi. Spa night.

He’s always about work, but also needs a break from time to time. Now, your time has come: No phones, no responsibilities, just the two of you taking care of each other in the warmth of your shared apartment.

The pleasant aroma of scented candles filled the whole room, and Jihoon let out a deep sigh. When was the last time he felt that relieved? He can’t remember, but now he feels like touching heaven and the best part, it was in the comfort of his own home.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet” you protest with a playful tone, “I just started with your shoulders”.

“I’m sorry” he apologized in a lazy tone, “but I’m serious, you're so good at it, you'd become a millionaire with this job.”

“I’m not that good, this is just a hobby,” you laughed in a low tone. “Do you want some more tea?”

“Yes, please!” Jihoon agreed cheerfully, “Is amazing, what did you make this tea with?"

“Oh, you know; chamomile, other natural stuff” leaning towards him, you let a kiss in the top of his head, snuggling your face on his hair, “and all my love for you”.

Dokyeom. Homemade pizzas.

He loves pizza and he loves you even more, that’s all he needs. In the warmth of your cozy apartment, a messy yet funny meal takes place that you both are going to remember for a long time.

“What in the world is this?” you said trying not to laugh, “looks like my heart after I watched that sad movie”.

“But it was fine!” he stammered, laughing in embarrassment, “the oven tricked us!”

Seokmin has been planning this night with the highest expectation, but the heart-shaped pizzas didn’t turn as he visualized. They smell good for sure, however something went wrong and now you have something that looks more like an attempt that a pizza itself.

“Ah, we put in so much effort” he made a small pout, “I’m so sorry, babe.”

“Oh, it’s okay! It’s our first time” you patted his back trying to comfort him, “I bet they’re delicious, let’s just eat”.

And it was indeed the best pizza you ever tried before; your praise words encouraged him as you both sat on the sofa and started eating your homemade dinner.

It didn’t turned out as expected, but your heart was so filled with joy and happiness that it didn't really matter, it is priceless and you’d never change this day for nothing in the world.

Seungkwan. Trying a new café.

Making changes is always good and Valentine’s Day is the perfect excuse to do something different. Unfortunately, you’re not the only couple who had the same idea.

“This place is full too” Seungkwan signed, running his hand through his hair in annoyance. “It’s the third one”.

“It’s okay Boo, we can do something else”.

You were sitting in the car and the atmosphere started to feel a little heavy. Maybe going for a café date on Valentine’s Day wasn’t the best idea, every place was crowded as if everyone just had the same braincel and decided to occupy every single café in town. And Seungkwan was part of that unplanned collective.

“I’m so sorry, love” he placed his hand on your shoulder, his voice was low and a little sad, “I should’ve planned this better and made a reservation.”

You remained thoughtful, an idea came to your mind and you said it with a big smile. “Hey, what about if we buy something and make our own café at home?”

“That… Actually doesn’t sound bad” he raised both eyebrows tilting his head, “What’s on your mind?”

And so, a few purchases later, you ended up drinking delicious coffee at home, accompanied with a sweet strawberry cake and a tender playlist you both made at that moment. It has the potential to become a tradition, after all, it doesn’t matter the place or the activity; every moment with Seungkwan is special for you.

[npuppet]

A list of things I have noticed in LaDs that is probably nothing new but I need to put this somewhere other than my head pt. 2.2 ft flowers (ft Zayne and Sylus)

Hellooo I’m here doing more flower analysis. Take all of this with a grain of salt since I’m only doing a brief study into each and I’m adding my own stuff.

Pt 1 here ft Xavier and Rafayel

Sylus

So Sylus’ flower is the Datura, also known as jimsonweeds, devils trumpet, hell’s bell’s, and moonflower. Already pretty fitting. I dunno where in lore it says this (probably in his myth or something) but it looks like this irl

Any purple or black variant makes it look different

Other than that I believe it.

Relating to the nightshade family, it is highly poisonous and has hallucinogenic properties. A quip from Wikipedia says

“Traditionally, their psychoactive administration has often been associated with witchcraft and sorcery or similar practices in many cultures, including the Western world,”

Hmmmmmmm you don’t say. This and MC being called a sorcerer in Sylus’ myth makes me further believe Infold looked at flowers then make Love and Deepspac lore.

Another from a plant care site,

“A genus of over a dozen annual and perennial species. We offer a species (Datura metel) from southwestern China with large, trumpet-like flowers that produce a sweet perfume, redolent of Honeysuckle, that's especially strong at night.”

Just thought that was interesting.

The datura is overall associated with poison, medicine, and the occult.

A post from @/kadmachameleon on Reddit said,

“Datura flowers can cause hallucinations if ingested. And them laying in a field filled with this flowers, dreaming of their love 😭 …Now, on the cultural context, I laughed SO HARD when I saw what this flower is known as in Mexico, where I am from (and I believe in some or all of Latinamerica, pls let me know if you do) and mind, I have quite a dark sense of humor, so it made me laugh but it is also very VERY sad what I am going to explain: Datura flowers are also know as "Toloache". We have a saying that goes "Te dieron Toloache" (You were given Toloache) that we use when someone is so madly crazy infatuated... obssessed in love with someone. We use that phrase to say this person has been bewitched, like they were given a powerful aphrodisiac. A love potion, that is what Toloache is for us.”

Mmm suffering

Anyways

I don’t believe that the flowers in Sylus’ myth are Datura unless they are explicitly said to be (I don’t have his myth lol)

To me they look like petunias, along with his With Him flowers.

Petunias symbolize (from flowermeaning.com)

“The petunia flower symbolizes anger and resentment especially when they are presented by someone with whom you have recently had a heated disagreement. They can also symbolize your desire to spend time with someone because you find their company soothing and peaceful. According to some sources, petunias are also a symbol of not losing hope.”

A black petunia, specifically the sophistica blackberry petunia, means (from greg.app)

“The Sophistica® Blackberry Petunia isn't just another pretty flower. Its deep purple, almost black hues, evoke a sense of mystery and sophistication. Historically, purple has been tied to royalty and wisdom, suggesting that these blooms are more than mere decorations; they're a statement of elegance and intelligence.”

To me these make a bit more sense, just a bit.

Red datura, or red angel trumpet, looks like this

I dunno that’s just me.

Ik that in his myth it’s implied that MC is actually alone and hallucinates/dreams being with Sylus so it being a field of datura makes sense. But also the hallucinations from datura are not pleasant and that’s why datura is not a popular hallucinogenic so I dunno. MC’d just wildin

Zayne

Zaynes flower is obviously the white jasmine flower.

It’s mentioned everywhere that his flower is jasmine like it’s not even funny.

He makes one in your hand in Relax Time under Gift. (Like how Master of Fate did)

Pretty sure his birthday cake had jasmine flowers

His echo bottle from Touring in Love has one (it’s the only one that specifically identifies it as a certain flower in the description) (I mean Rafayels mentions the smell of gardenias but his flower is technically the flame lily so I won’t count it) (gardenias mean purity, innocence, and gentleness and are used in wedding arrangements btw) (anyways)

(Edit: nah I just looked it up and gardenia and jasmine are very similar, they both have a strong and similar smell, both have small white flowers and gardenias are also known as Cape Jasmine. And both are used in wedding arrangements. The only real different is the region they originated from and their stems. I dunno what to do with this information but it’s interesting nonetheless)

In Dawnbreakers anecdote he has a jasmine plant and visits a jasmine field because he sees Dr. Zayne with jasmine and attributes it to MC.

Ik Master of Fate has jasmine flowers though I don’t have his memories.

I’m pretty sure in the memory Forest’s Breeze, one of Master of Fate’s 4 stars, those are jasmine flowers.

The 4 star memory End of Depths also has them.

In his Secret Times, A Long Night’s description is literally “Let us see the sun set for one last time in the jasmine fields.”

Also I think it comes up in the main story too, can’t remember where tho.

I don’t think any other LI had a flower so aptly dedicated to them.

There’s more than 200 species of jasmine.

Jasmine symbolizes peace, affection, and sensuality.

A post from @/Tsarwonderful on Reddit says

“It means loyalty, purity, chastity, charm, and sincere love. It's used to express steadfast love. The specific language can also be "You are mine". The white jasmine in particular means kindness/and sensuality.

This makes sense to me. Zayne's a classic man with classic devotion. I can also see him as one of the more possessive MCs as he's always taking care of her, making sure she's doing well or even choosing what she's wearing.”

(from flowermeaning.com)

The jasmine flower is associated with love.

Jasmine also symbolizes beauty and sensuality.

In some cultures, Jasmine represents appreciation and good luck.

When used in religious ceremonies jasmine represents purity.

Jasmine’s meanings varies depending on the culture and setting.

And I need y’all to know this, jasmine comes from the Persian yasmin or yasamin. Yasmin means “gift from God”

Ohhhhh Love and Depression, how you hurt me so

Ik for sure that jasmine is mentioned a lot in Foreseer’s memories. I just haven’t mustered up the courage to read them yet lol

Master of Fate, specifically with his combats abilities, refer to orchids (Orchid Metamorphosis) and bamboo (Bamboo Mirage), two plants regarded in Chinese culture. Master of Fate in general is Chinese culture wrapped up in one man. Talismans, jade, orchids, bamboo, and his clothes?? Yeah

I also found a post about Zayne and Osmanthus that y’all should read if ur interested

The last flower post will be about Caleb. Then I plan on making a small post about the secondary characters names or something, like Mephisto and Astra.

Thank you for reading

[rarepairdumpster]

Modern Artist AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Artist Silco, Drawing Viktor, The Power of Love, We actually finished something for once!

Writer/Illustrator Silco and animated Viktor climbing out of the page to drive him crazy.

Viktor on Silco's lap, trying to seduce him.

Silco, thinking he's drank too much caffeine or something and is now hallucinating, gripping those elegant wrists he had sketched/described so many times. Stopping those hands from sliding under his shirt.

"You have a job to do, boy."

"I'd much prefer to be out here, with you."

Viktor brushes his fingers against Silcos' cheek and he can smell the graphite and feel the trace left there. 

"You're far more interesting."

"No" Silco insists, scowling, "the book I'm working on is interesting. That's why I'm working on you.  It."

Viktor pouts and Silco curses himself for making Viktor's lips so plush and tempting. 

"I don't like the others," Viktor sighs, laying his head on Silco's shoulder and toying with the top button on Silco's shirt. "They're so...derivative."

Silco twitches as he feels a warm breath gust against his neck.

A similar twitch happens in his groin.

Clearly a sign that its been too long since he went to a bar and got laid. 

Silco tries to cover his reaction with an annoyed huff.

His work isn't derivative, after all

Viktor chuckles. "Isn't being with me a little masturbatory anyway?" 

Viktor's long, delicate fingers trail down to Silco's belt buckle and he turns his face to Silco's ear. "You did create me."

Viktor starts to nose along Silco's ear as he feels the man getting harder beneath him.

"And think about it. The sooner the book is finished, the sooner I'll be sitting on other peoples' shelves. I'll belong to them then. Don't you want to keep me to yourself for a while longer?"

Silco can't help but groan when Viktor slips his hand into his loosened trousers. 

"Viktor..."

"I don't hear any more protests," Viktor hums, leaving a soft kiss behind Silco's ear. 

"Let me take care of you... you've been working so hard."

Silco is definitely losing his mind, he decides, as the hand that is a figment of his imagination feels so very real as it begins to tease his cock.

"I feel it every time you draw me," Viktor continues, winding his other arm around Silco's neck, pressing closer.

"Like every emotion coming through onto the paper. Into me"

Silco's breath hitches.

Viktor starts to trail kisses along his jaw.

"I felt it....when you lingered on my lips....my hands....on the curve of my back when you let Talis bend me over. When you let him take me in missionary, I could feel your attention follow the spread of my thighs."

Viktor squeezes his cock just a little.

"I could feel how much you wanted me. How much you loved me."

"I do," Silco breathes, finally allowing himself to wrap his hand around Viktor's waist, knowing it would fit perfectly. "I never meant..."

Viktor cuts him off by finally kissing him, and Silco is amazed by how real he feels. The taste is metallic but not unpleasant and Silco knows he'll never forget it. 

Viktor was right. He did love the boy. Far more than his other characters and to the point of devotion. Viktor was perfect. Not just created by him but, unintentionally, for him.

Viktor moans into the kiss, soft and low, and it sounds just how Silco had imagined it would.

Silco doesn't know when he stands, but he recognises the moment he sets Viktor on his desk with more force that he probably should have and sends the stack of finished sheets scattering

Viktor gasps please when Silco grinds against him, then reclaims his lips, passionate and needy.

Silco can't make sense of this and doesn't really want to. Not when the man he'd given a piece of his soul to was naked and desperate on his desk. 

Viktor pushes Silco's slacks down and grips his ass with both hands, pulls him closer, closer, closer.

The next thing Silco knows, Viktor's thighs are hiked high around his sides, and he's pressing balls deep.

Everything about Viktor feels sublime, inside and out, as Silco grips Viktor's waist and fucks him deep and slow. 

Silco wants to drag this out as long as he can. He wants to savor every soft moan and whisper of his name that falls out of Viktor's mouth. 

In this moment, Viktor was his and his alone.

"I knew," Viktor gasps, nails digging into Silco's skin along his strong back. "I knew this would feel so...so good."

Silco touches and traces his fingers along every inch of Viktor he can reach, addicted to the soft skin beneath him. 

Viktor starts to move against him and Silco picks up his rhythm, growing closer to his climax. 

"Oh, my darling boy," Silco mummers into Viktor's ear, holding Viktor close as he pounded into him.

Viktor winds his fingers into Silco's hair and grips just on the right side of tight.

Uses his good leg to encourage the pounding Silco is giving him.

Silco knows he's close, but Viktor is clamped onto him like a vice and he couldn't pull away if he wanted to. 

"Stay in me," Viktor whispers like a secret, a spell, and a pact all in one that Silco can't disobey.

It's only a few more thrusts before Silco is cumming deep in Viktor, pressed close against him with his entire body

Viktor let's out this long, satisfied sigh -- as if he's been waiting to feel that rush of heat for the longest time. 

His hands grow gentle, petting Silco.

Silco holds Viktor tightly, afraid of what will happen to him if he lets go.

"My sweet muse," Silco sighs, kissing Viktor's face and lips. "Oh, my love, my Viktor." 

He hates that he can already start to feel tears sting at his eyes. Silco knows Viktor isn't real and he knows he can't have this forever.

Viktor is in no rush to leave. Lets Silco hold him so tightly, like he might break into pieces, if the man lets go.

"Silco," Viktor breathes as the man soon presses his face into his neck. "I'm here. I'm yours."

Silco isn't aware of the time passing, but he feels when the temperature drops.

Feels the goosebumps rise on his bare legs, slacks and boxers still in a pool around his ankles. 

"I need to dress," Silco sighs.

"I know." Viktor cups his cheek for a moment and smiles a little wryly. "Don't want you catching pneumonia and perishing on me."

"Please don't..." Silco isn't even sure he wants to say it. "How do I see you again?"

"How did you see me the first time?" Viktor kisses Silco's cheek and he can already feel the tangibility of Viktor's touch waning. 

"I'm always with you, love. In your heart and on every scrap of paper you mark up."

The next time Silco sees Viktor, its months later, towards the end of the release party, when Silco is bone-tired from socialising with people he half-tolerates and is looking for an excuse to leave.

Silco happens to be looking out the window, at the street below, when he sees Viktor looking around like he might be lost.

Silco's hand tightens around his nth champagne flute and then he's making excuses, claiming he needs some rest if he wants the sequel to be of decent quality. 

Viktor beams when Silco emerges onto the streets, eyes lighting up.

And Silco thinks, if he's losing his mind, at least it'll be to something, someone, that makes him happy

Silco rushes to Viktor and hoists him up into a half spin as the boy laughs above him. Once Viktor's back on the ground, Silco raises a hand to cup Viktor's face. 

It's warmer than he remembers but Silco cares more about the golden eyes he's finally able to stare into again.

"You're here."

"Of course," Viktor answers softly, expression tender as he smoothes his hands over the lapels of Silco's coat. "Couldn't miss the big day, could I?"

Silco flashes a rare smile, then pulls Viktor into a kiss and oh

The metallic taste he expected was gone. It tasted like...

Silco pulled back suddenly, causing Viktor to chuckle a bit. 

"Are you...?"

"Here." 

There's a gleam in Viktor's eyes when he pulls Silco back down into another kiss.

Silco indulges the kiss for several intense beats, heart thundering in his chest. And gods, he wants to keep indulging, but ---

Silco pulls back, hands cupping Viktor's face like he's the most precious, most fragile thing. Silco feels like he might shatter himself. Feels the ache of longing pull at his face, knowing he probably looks pathetic. 

"How? How are you here? How are you....real?"

Viktor looks at him, eyes so soft.

"Does it matter?"

"A little," Silco replies. "It would solidify whether I actually need to check myself into the psych ward or not."

Viktor laughs and it's the most beautiful thing Silco has ever seen or heard. 

"In the end, you finished the book," Viktor explains. "Your love for me is why you finished and maybe the pages couldn't contain my love for you either." Viktor closes his eyes and leans into one of Silco's hands.

"When I woke up here I had to see you. That's all I know."

Silco feels a crush of emotion at hearing those words and he surges forward to kiss Viktor again.

At the end of it all, Silco doesn't know and doesn't really care why Viktor's here. Just that he is and he'll never ever let go.

Arch + Woods

[carmenilla]

Honestly, I like byler, but it's never going to happen in my opinion. Mike is just insecure, he has depression and thinks badly about himself, Finn said it, romance was not on his mind when he met El because he thought he was unloveable, that definetly doesn't mean he didn't love her, instead it means that he considered her unapproachable. That is the reason why he is so teary in the monologue, he is telling her everything with the fear that he might lose her because what if, when everything is said, she still leaves him? The "crush on Mike" Will plot is uncomfortable and honestly I don't know how they are going to solve it, probs giving him a bf/ letting him get over Mike, maybe that's the reason the Duffers said Will grows up and he leaves some things behind. I do think Mike and El have a lot of scenes together, Im not saying a lot but at least some, everytime Mike is spotted somewhere that place is near to El.

Now I do not think they will end up together, but Mike loves her and she loves him, she just needs to go. And that would be a tearful ending for them

thanks for the respectful disagreement, unfortunately it's hard to come by nowadays.

"that definetly doesn't mean he didn't love her, instead it means that he considered her unapproachable." first off, i don't believe in love at first sight. i think it's cheap and uninteresting especially in a love story, that happens between twelve-year-olds. i also don't think you can be in love with someone just by looking at them once. you can be infatuated, sure, but that's not real love. you don't know anything about them. we also know that mike didn't love her at first sight because he tried to get rid of her the next morning so that they could keep looking for will. the only reason why he didn’t give her up is because she insisted and also he found out that she has powers. AND when he finds out that she has powers, he tells dustin and lucas that they should stick with her so that they can use her powers to find will. obviously there is a point where mike cares about el BEYOND just her powers and genuinely cares for her as a person, i’m not denying that. i do think they have a very strong bond. but mike did not love her at first sight. there is nothing that even implies that! mike definitely lied in his love confession in season four, but i digress. if you still don’t believe me here, i guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree.

“The ‘crush on Mike’ Will plot is uncomfortable and honestly I don't know how they are going to solve it, probs giving him a bf/ letting him get over Mike”. OR, they could make byler canon, and it would actually make sense for will’s plot and not just be really god awful writing. yes, it would be awful writing if will doesn’t end up with mike, and would be awful portrayal of a queer character and feel really gross. see my post here about why that would suck: https://www.tumblr.com/carmenilla/769363335461339136/ok-bc-if-byler-isnt-canon-they-really-just?source=share 

“that would be a tearful ending for them” in my opinion, it would be a bad ending for them, but i don’t feel like going into that. we’re just gonna have to agree to disagree on that part

i think byler will be canon because i believe it would be the best writing and make the most sense, and i do have faith in the duffers' writing abilities. if you like byler and want more proof, i recommend this video by our good old Byler Lawyer:

if you don't feel like that though, i guess we'll just have to see what happens in season 5

[pumpkinbxtch]

stupid cupid! pt. I

pt. II

tags; from idiot to lover kind of, The realization came much later to this friend, Your cabin is not explicitly mentioned or defined.

warnings; a bit of cursing, angst, leo's been a bit of a jerk, you know.

a/n; What's up world?! This is practically my comeback and it comes in two parts, sorry if it's shitty writing but I have to come back with something even if it's not very good. Also, a reminder that this is not my native language.

He let out a shaky sigh, like his lungs were finally relieved to release the air they’d been holding for way too long. If he kept this up, would he die? Leo thought it was a tempting idea, but no, not really. That wouldn’t even be the easy way out—just the cowardly one. Or at least, that’s what Nico had told him that time in the dining hall after he spilled his heart out, desperate to figure out what the hell to do about you.

"And what’s the big fear?" Nico asked, his dark eyes filled with curiosity. The guy in front of him was on the verge of a full-blown meltdown, which was kind of funny considering that in way worse situations, Leo had managed to laugh, turn around, and come up with some genius plan. But now? Now his teeth were practically sinking into his fingers, where there was barely any nail left to chew.

"Looking like a complete idiot?" Leo said with so much confidence that it almost made Nico laugh.

"More?"

Leo shot him a glare, and the Son of Hades smirked. But, well, he wasn’t wrong, and Leo groaned in frustration.

"Come on, who the hell realizes months later that rejecting a girl was a massive mistake? Who meets someone, gets to know her after saying no, and suddenly she turns out to be exactly his type? And who, in a fit of denial, goes and has a fling with someone else just to prove himself wrong, only to make his feelings even worse and screw things up in every possible way? Tell me."

Leo rambled, words spilling out so fast that Nico almost got dizzy. The drama was overwhelming, and while Leo’s heart was racing with every sentence, Nico felt a little sick at the thought that Cupid—his eternal enemy—was probably having way too much fun watching this disaster unfold.

Cupid.

Ugh. But really, what else could Leo do?

"February 14th?" Nico suggested, way too casually.

Now the Son of Hephaestus was trying not to choke on his own spit. Why had he thought that confessing his feelings on Valentine’s Day, of all days, was a good idea? And why did something feel... off?

Was the tie over his camp shirt too much? The roses in his hand? Had he put on too much cologne? Was his hair too poofy? Wait, was that a grease stain on his cheek?! He slumped his shoulders, feeling ridiculous. Everything felt like too much—or was it just the guilt eating him alive?

Could he really do this? Who the hell did he think he was, pushing your feelings aside, asking you to just be friends, only to want them back now? And let’s not forget all those ambiguous moments that had made you feel like you were losing your mind—like maybe, maybe he actually was interested, only for reality to smack you in the face: he was dating someone else.

well, not anymore.

Leo stared at his reflection, sadness clouding his eyes. It felt like he was already ruining everything just by thinking about it. But then he thought about you—what you meant to him now.

So he yanked off the stupid tie, tossed the roses onto the bed, and just... started walking.

Because screw it. He just had to see you.

[themyscirah]

This is how this went right?

Parallax!Hal: I miss being a hero... wish I had my ring back

Kyle: oh well you can have mine then! That way you can have a second chance : )

Parallax!Hal: YES!!! A SECOND CHANCE TO PLAY GOD AND RESHAPE THE WORLD AS I WILL IT MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Kyle, now ringless: .................huh. im gonna be honest here I really didn't see that coming

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[vaguely-concerned]

sophia seeing cailan's body hanging there when they go back to ostagar, and suddenly all she can see even through the rot and the ruin is just how much he looked like alistair...... :'(

a mental image that totally will not haunt her through alistair's many years on the throne as rebellions and assassination attemps come and go. doesn't send her unhinged and unwise even a little

[mars-ipan]

still insane to me how ppl pretend fatphobia is about health only to continue to be fatphobic when someone gains weight or even just looks somewhat fatter as a result of improving health

[travalerray]

I am going to slap you myself

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

If there is at least one thing I can credit FE for doing better than Tales in localization, it's not trying to actively go out of their way for an entire game to avoid subtext or direct text between two men that is romantic or implied romantic. Funny when it's so present that the attempt doesn't even work; infuriating that it was attempted to begin with.

So as much as I often have issues with some of FE's localizations, at least they have a leg up on loc Tales for that.

[miallurk]

In these days i realized i like art and writing and creating and shopping and taking walks and talking to people and cleaning and helping and studying and doing things but i'm just. too stressed, tired and burned out to do them. How great!

[125storejuice]

Okay small rant time !!!!