#love and light to all but we aren't changing each other's mind so let's just respectfully enjoy what we like and move on

[respectthepetty]

The irony of Wine and Faifa's pink and red text matching shirts saying "Friends" on them is not lost on me since they are clearly in love with each other as we enter episode twenty-two of Perfect 10 Liners.

And Faifa getting additional matching shirts for them to wear only added to my joy since the shirts had lightning bolts in the shape of hearts on them because Electric Boy is in love with his Vino Baby.

And Vino Baby is in love with Electric Boy!

Just in case the engagement photos with the red roses didn't make that clear for everyone.

Or the fact that Wine is probably wearing Faifa clothes as he spends the night again, but also that it is Faifa's light blue that he is wearing.

They are just two Lapis Lads living their best Blue Boys domestic dream with sponsored milk product placements that could kill Faifa, but neither care because they are in love, and if they die, they are dying smiling.

But Faifa's mom shows up to cut the sponsored milk product placement short so Faifa won't die due to his allergy but rather from neglect and heartbreak because instead of her owning up to her faults, she blames the dad for not informing Faifa of anything since the dad only has three kids while she has a whole new family who she used to replace her old one. Good job, Mom!

Thankfully, the episode is out to prove that the boys are the best part of each other's lives because even though Faifa's mom is going to catch these hands, the boys decide to use their hands to comfort each other instead of violence.

BECAUSE THEY ARE IN LOVE!

And as to prove how much Faifa needs Wine after dealing with his ridiculous family, the mom calls Newton to notify him that Wine was in the apartment when she went to visit Faifa late at night, who then informs Yotha. Nobody tells Faifa anything but they are quick to tell each other everything. How funny! *murder*

I know Warit says Klao is a new man, but how much would one good punch in the stomach to two bothersome brothers cost? Asking for a friend.

Not even Green Guy Gun looking cute on the couch can save his Black Brooder boyfriend from the beatdown I want to give this family.

I thought about changing my mind the next day since both of them are wearing their colors.

BUT ARC AND ARM AREN'T IN THEIR COLORS AGAIN SO EVERYONE IS GETTING BEAT UP! Klao can give me a discount like those adorable coffee punch cards Faifa and Wine are swooning over! Pay for five punches get the sixth free.

Basically, the only boys I love right now are the Blue Boys who are honest, strong, and loyal, just like the flowers they are about to exchange in order to make their relationship official.

UNTIL OHM TOR SHOWS UP WHICH MEANS I GUESSED RIGHT! Look at Toey's face. Girl thinks she did good.

Now look at my boy's face. She did NOT do good!

But I'm going to skip over the angst because this episode was out to prove that Blue Boys are the best boys and they are HONEST, STRONG, AND LOYAL because Wine doesn't let the misunderstanding slide, but chases after our boy and tells him that the only reason he agreed to this arrangement is because he wants to be near Faifa since he likes him so much and he doesn't understand how Faifa doesn't realize that when he is giving his all and trying everything to extend this beyond that notebook of love deadlines.

AND THIS WAS AFTER HE KISSES HIM!

So in the end, the Blue Boys really did figure it out all on their own without any help from any of these messy gays, and Yotha can be proud of his brother who he did not help at all.

I'm sorry I ever doubted you, kings.

Now, let's plan the wedding!

IT'S ACTUALLY HAPPENING!!!!!

Wait? Green Guy Po?! WHAT?!

[stormyoceans]

lmao so are you ready to admit that puentalay is emotional manipulation at it worst and that puen is the worst bl character ever created or are you still gonna be delusional after how much their episodes sucked ass? i can't wait to never see jimmysea again after last twilight is gonna flop as bad as vice versa did

well to me personally as a person knowing that the man i love and that colored my life pink forever would still understand care love support and want the best for me even if i have other colors and important things in my life other than him is quite literally the epitome of romance and of an healthy relationship but to each their own!!!!!!!

[lustlovehart]

Hi hi hi I love your blog I love how you coordinate the characters you like it makes it way easy to see if we have any similar faves! For twst do you have any Yan!Rollo thoughts to spare? Any crumbs at all? 🎤

I'm happy the setup for my character list actually worked! I'm willing to write for a lot of characters, but I do have preferences (not to say I hate writing for characters that aren't my favs, sometimes you js get a spark of inspo and NEED to write) so I wanted people to easily know who I enjoyed to write/draw for more!

Warnings: [Yandere], Obsession, Idealization, Delusions, Kisses, He's a freak (Literally)

Yandere Rollo who's the type to not bask in your glory, but rather simply, linger, in it. Oh, but don't be fooled, if he had the opportunity to he would swallow you and your entirety like fine wine.

But he doesn't, because despite his wicked need to be your one and only, he knows the only way you'll ever be his, is to trap all your affections in a bottle and keep it close to his heart.

This doesn't mean he can't find someway to bypass his own rules. It may be a misdemeanor in his morals, but he isn't truly hurting you.

Rollo, who is the type to try and be realistic with his affections, yet a deeper part of him pushes past all rational thought and imagines you as his light. An even more suppressed part of him wishes for himself to be your light.

"Do you really only eat grapes and croissants? I'm not sure if that's a very nutritional meal..." Rollo's tired eyes glance up from his plate at you, poor table manners having you lean on the surface as you stab at a piece of cake.

"You speak like that and eat different variations of dessert at least once a week." his expression doesn't change, but his point of focus does, trained at the piece of frosting on the corner of your lip.

"Well i'm sorry for not wanting to eat the same thing over and over again." You point down at his plate, 14 grapes and half a croissant left on the dish. He's ready to say something, but then a hint of defiance glints in your eyes, your hand quickly taking the croissant from him. "Well, you can get something else or trek back to town for another one." You place the pastry on your lips, opening your mouth to engulf the rest of the bread, but before you have the chance to eat any of it, you blink at Rollo's face on the other end. With each bite of the other half letting him close in on you. "Rollo-"

In the last consumption, he steals your end from your lips. It has you tense at the proximity, and he's leaning in, and he's coming closer to your lips...

And his hand is quickly turning your chin to allow his thumb to swipe the piece of frosting away. You stare at him wide-eyed at the act, questioning what just occurred. But before you can ask him what the hell that was about, he leaves.

Because he knows, he would tell you if you ask.

Rollo who keeps this obsession compressed in public, but the moment he's alone, he smiles to himself, thoughts of you racing through his mind.

Throughout the day, Rollo avoids you lest he jump to his desires. But he will notice the way he sticks out his tongue to lick his lips, savoring you from your half of the croissant. Secretly, he wishes to have left the bread longer in your mouth so more of you would sog its flavor.

He even notices the way he bites his thumb, tongue peaking out to strip clean the flavor of icing. Even after its essence is wiped clean, he continues. He imagines himself indulging in sin. Rather than swiping the frosting he should've cleaned it with his own mouth.

Or maybe even, continued going after the entirety of the bread was gone, taste you rather than a pastry.

Oh, but you might be sweet, too sweet for even him. The thought though, has him clench his fist...

Rollo who keeps a secret journal filled to the brim of you.

Pictures you had taken, items you left in his room when you were sleeping over, even more personals no one other than you should have. It's truly horrific. There's an entire page sprayed with your perfume (That he personally hunted down himself.), that he lays next to him at night to imagine you're there.

There are also words scribbled in neat handwriting, detailing the love he wishes to spill for you.

Rollo who, despite how hard he wishes to keep you far from harm and the outside cruel influence, will wait until your heart is for him.

Because, you are his light, one that must continue to shine in order to light the horrible life he has lived. He will harbor you growth for as long as he can, until the moment your candle burns for him, and you're all his.

Once that happens, he will never have to worry about his delusions, being delusions any longer.

[uhhhj13iguess]

peter parker x reader: roommates to lovers headcanons

tom!peter parker and fem!reader living together post high school (i really only used fem language in the last hc, the rest can be read however!)

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you and peter moving into an apartment together during college at mit and becoming a thousand times closer than you were before, if that's even possible

your apartment would constantly be scattered with notes and textbooks from your late night study sessions, the air often filled with laughter at 3am when you're both nearly delusional from the lack of sleep

peter would be in and out at odd hours for his nightly patrols, and you always keep the window in the living room unlocked for him so he didn't wake you up pounding on the window to be let in at the ass crack of dawn (not that you found out from experience or anything...)

while he would try not to wake you, you'd grown to be a light sleeper, knowing most nights he would need help patching himself up. he would beg you to go back to bed, but you wouldn't have it, grabbing the sewing kit and helping him clean up

as shy as he is, I think we forget all too often how SASSY this man is, and he would get comfortable enough with you to snap back

"peter, holy shit you're bleeding!" "oh, is that what the red stuff is? really?"

peter isn't the cleanest roommate, but you never seem to mind picking up after him, knowing he's quite literally too focused on saving the lives of others. it also gave you an excuse to steal a sweatshirt now and then while picking up

speaking of, the first time peter came home from patrol and found you asleep on the couch in his sweatshirt, he nearly combusted

that night changed a lot of things in peter, seeing you in his clothes bringing his childhood crush on you out at an insane rate he just couldn't seem to bury anymore

peter can't cook to save his life, having had aunt may to take care of him up until moving in with you. you, on the other hand, loved to cook, especially for him. he would come home from class to find the apartment filled with the most heavenly scents, and all his stress would just disappear

the two of you would have routine movie nights, decking the living room out with a homemade fort and every single pillow/blanket you two owned. more often than not, you let peter pick what to watch, not able to resist the look of pure joy on his face as he queued up yet another star wars movie

these movie nights led to feelings beginning to fester in you as well, as halfway through, peter would be dead asleep and curled up into your side. sometimes he would fall asleep with his head in your lap as you played with his soft curls, and you couldn't imagine being anywhere else. you knew how hard he worked for everyone all the time, and being able to see his face in such a state of peace made your heart flutter (especially whenever he groaned at your touch in his sleep)

after about six months of living together, the vibes are genuinely unreadable. the lines between friends and more are wildly blurry, but neither of you would know how to say something, too happy in the bliss you were creating to mess it up by admitting your feelings (because what if they aren't reciprated? both dumbasses asked themselves while wrapped in each others arms on the couch)

tony, who comes to the apartment one day looking for peter, only to then see you walk into the room mid-conversation and establish the entire relationship for you

"oh, is this the girlfriend, kid?" "oh she's not, i mean we're not, i don't like, she's just my... roommate--" "I'm just your roommate?" "no! i mean, of course not, i just, we haven't, i mean i didn't-" "seems like this is a conversation i don't want to be here for. give me a ring after you're done with the misses, mkay?"

[cinnamoonblue]

Prologue | Denial

Summary: Being an artist was your life purpose and you figured it out at a very young age. No one was surprised when you quickly made a name of yourself among the art communities around the world. Everything was going according to your life’s plan, until you were diagnosed with a life changing condition - Parkinson's disease. Since that day everything started to slowly collapse for you. Looking for an escaping, moving to a small, forgotten from the world sea coast town was the only solution you could think off. Buying an old beach house, which was screaming for renovation, was the greatest escape - until you met your annoying next door neighbour and his dog. A neighbour who had his own issues and demons to deal with but somewhere between the pain and the obstacles life has thrown to both of you, you found comfort in each other. All because he had the right colour of blue paint for your staircase banister.

Main characters: Portgas D Ace x Reader (female)

Description: Modern AU | Early 40s retired Captan!Ace and Artist!Reader

WARNINGS: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, major age gap between Reader and Ace (!sixteen years!), 18+ only, angst, hurt/no comfort, family trauma, emotional distress, !mentions of Parkinson's disease!, mentions of depression, mentions of death/lost of a loved one, slight hints of abusive relationship

Word Count: 3,4K

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NOTE: It's finally out. Thank you everyone for your patience ♡ I want to warn you all in advance that this story will take a little longer for its chapters to be uploaded as a lot of the topics take a lot of research. This is a story which I believe will turn out very beautiful and sensual but also very emotional, so please keep this and mind and if you don't feel comfortable reading about disabilities and major age gap - I don't recommend reading it ♡ The prologue is just a little introduction to what has happened to Ace and Reader before they cross paths, as I intentionally kept Ace's part shorter than hers (+ his happened 3 and a half years prior to Reader's exhibition). Something super important please keep in mind that - yes, this is a ModernAU, but the time period is early 2000's so the use of social media and ect. aren't a thing in the story. Again pay special attention to the warnings as I don't want anyone to get triggered. Thank you and enjoy ♡ !english is not my first language so if you see any mistakes let me know!

Nothing but darkness could be seen in the vast sea, until lightings flashes and thunderclaps across the night sky and its horizon. Dark clouds obscure the moon and the stars as hurricane storm has taken the big cargo ship hostage. The massive ship has no other choice but to take the hits of the waves, which are looming over them embodied with all nature’s wrath. Stuck in the middle of the storm, the crew has no other choice but to do everything in their power to get out of it. With each ferocious wave attack the ship is getting more and more damaged. Located on the top deck of the ship, the windows which provide an unobstructed view of the water in all directions of the wheelhouse are trembling as another wave crashes into them. The whole lower deck is covered in sea water as the angry from the storm sea is trying to overpower the ship.

“Captain, what course should we keep?” The helmsman of the ship loudly calls to the tall black-haired man in charge, which is standing next to navigational officer, while trying to get in contact with the nearest port or a marine pilot.

“It’s pointless, Ace. There is no signal at all.” Says the navigational officer. Frowning his dark thin brows the captain curses under his breath.

“Keep the course straight.” The captain tells the helmsman while looking out of the window watching waves taking over the container on the ship. “Okay, men. This isn’t my first storm at sea nor is it yours.” His deep stern voice fills up the space. “Put the fear aside and hold still as this storm doesn’t seem to want to calm down anytime soon.” He turns to his crew as he straightens his posture and taking look at each of his men eyes, which are full of fear. “We all have been prepared for such situations, we all have been through storms, so this will be another one to add to the list, right?” Everyone nods in unison to their captain. He nods back and turns again to face the inky void in front of him. “I will get you all home, I promise.” He whispers to himself.

****

“Okay, so the catering company will be there at three thirty pm, so they can arrange the tables and drinks the way you have instructed me to tell them, and then the first and most important guests are arriving at six pm sharp, as you have promised them a detailed explanation about how you have crated you pieces, and then… (Y/N) are you listening to me?” Your assistant, Nami, a tall young woman in her late twenties, is now looking at you in disbelief. Shaking your head as you have zoomed out for a thousand times today, you give her a questionable look. “(Y/N) you are starting to worry me. You are so easily distracted nowadays.” She scoffs at you. “Please, listen – it is important for you! This is your first biggest exhibition, and you are not even paying attention to me when I talk to you.”

She is right, you aren’t paying any attention to her. Recently this has become like an impossible task for you. The feeling of fatigue has taken over you for some time now and hearing Nami nagging you about your upcoming big night tonight is only adding to your stress.

“I know Nami. I’m sorry, I’m just feeling extremely tired.” You say while looking for a place to sit in the gallery. Your walk and posture are hunched and slowed a bit, something you have noticed recently, but you blame it on all the stress and working hours preparing the exhibition.

Tonight is your big night. You are having your first ever big exhibition in one of the most famous galleries in the country, the Gagosian Gallery. This is your dream coming to life. Six months ago, you received the call that the gallery wants to exhibit your paintings, and for such a young and upcoming artist like yourself, this is once in a million opportunity.

You have been an artis since you can remember. Your mother used to tell you that since you were a baby, you were always mesmerised by colours and the moment you were big enough to hold a paint brush properly you never let it go from that day on. From private art lessons as a child, to art school as a teen and then to one of the most prestige universities for fine arts in your early twenties – you have been an artis your whole life. You can not imagine life without a paint brush in your hands, and you don’t want to.

Nami’s high heels can be heard loudly around the gallery as she is running after you. Your assistant is the short-tempered type, but that is why you hire her in a first place. She is as demanding and as much of a perfectionist as you are. You know that with her next to you, every demand you have for the exhibition will be followed and fulfilled. Siting on one of the sofas in the middle of the gallery, you observe one of Andy Warhol’s famous dollar sign paintings hanged right in front of you.

“Hey, Nami.” You interrupt her and whatever she is talking about. “Can you believe it? My paintings are in the next room, and they are in the same gallery as one of Andy Warhol’s pieces. I feel like a rockstar, right now.” Your chest fills with pride and a big grin spread across your face.

Taking a seat next to you, Nami sighs loudly as her head hangs low. You are quite the demanding boss and sometimes it is a pain in the ass for a person to work for or with you, but you are an artist. A unique one on top of it and very talented. Nami has a previous experience as an artist’s assistant which were nothing compared to you, in both talent and skills. No matter what how hard it is to work with you sometimes, you are still the best boss she has ever had.

“(Y/N), why don’t you get home and come back here around four pm? In the meantime, I will handle everything here.” She pats you on the back and with tired eyes you look at her and nod. You need some rest before your big night, and you are not turning this offer down.

“If there is something important let me know immediately.” And with this you make your way home.

****

Walking into your spacious apartment you sigh once you take off your shoes. Calling out for your fiancé to check if he is home, you get no response back. Going straight to the bathroom you take a nice hot shower before you put some comfortable cloths and drift to sleep.

It isn’t a long nap as you wake up not even two hours later and you look at the clock next to your bedside table. It is just one pm. Lifting your hand to massage your temples you can see and feel it trembling. This has been happening a lot lately, but you blame it on stress. It has been like this for the past year now, every time you are stressed your hands just tremble and that is it.

But recently the tremor in your hands and the stiffness in your body is bothering you. That is why a week ago, you went to check with your doctor. You wanted to make sure that everything with you is okay, especially your hands, but you won’t be getting any results until the beginning of next week.

Getting up from bed you make your way to the kitchen as you feel your stomach ramble. Walking into the specious kitchen you see your fiancé’s back facing you as he is talking on the phone. Sneaking behind him, you wrap your arms around his torsos and kiss the back of his shoulder. He looks at you over it and points you with his eyes to leave him alone as he is on the phone. Continuing with his business call you just let go of him not wanting to irritate him even more. Opening the fridge, you find it empty as always. You never learn how to cook so you and your fiancé – Doflamingo, usually go out and eat somewhere or order take away. Reaching for the portable phone on the kitchen island you dial the Thai place close to you to order some food.

The food arrives after twenty minutes but Doflamingois still on his phone. You decide not to wait for him as soon you need to start getting ready for your big night. Not even finishing the whole box of Thai noddles, you leave it on the side and go to the bathroom ready to glam yourself.

You have just finished doing your hair when Doflamingoenters the bathroom. He comes and hugs you as he wraps his arms around your middle.

“Did you talk on the phone until now?” You are observing him in the mirror.

“It is an important client, baby.” He response as he starts kissing your neck and runs his hands down to your hips.

“I don’t have time for this I should be in the gallery in an hour.” You are quick to push his hands away as you are a starting to get anxious for the upcoming night. Doflamingo just rolls his eyes at you and instead of following you, he just walks back to the living room. Walking out of the bathroom, you enter your bedroom going straight to the big walk-in closet. Taking off your clothes you grab the long silk silver metallic dress hanged in one of the hangers. Putting it on with the matching silver high heels you are ready to go.

Looking for Doflamingoaround your apartment you see him sitting on the sofa with the remote in his hands.

“Doffy, I’m going now. Be on time, please.” You say to him, with a little hope that he will turn around a look at you, make you a compliment or something for all the effort you have put, but no. Doflamingo is Doflamingo– if it isn’t a football game or an important business call, which would grant him at least a few thousand or hundred of thousands dollars, he doesn’t really care to pay much attention. As he says, ‘everything is an investment’ and sometimes you wonder if you are seen as one as well.

“Yea, yea I will be there.” He replies, his eyes not moving from the screen where the last football match he has recorded plays. With a bit of hurt and disappointment you turn around and go to call for a taxi.

****

The night so far is going great. The first meeting with your special guests has gone smoothly and now a lot of your friends, colleagues and fellow artist have come along to observe and admire your exhibition. As you are talking with some fellow artist you spot your big sister – Rebecca, and excuse yourself.

“Becca.” You call out and she turns. Her face lights up when she sees you and with a quick run she comes and hugs you.

“My little sister, you made it.” She squeaks with excitement as you are tightly wrapped in her arms. “Mom and dad would have been so proud of you.” Tears build up in Rebeca’s eyes, while you just swallowed hard.

Your father has died when you were only two years old, so you don’t have a single memory of him. Everything you know about him is from your mother and sister, which is ten years older than you. Her and your mother have been your biggest supporters, but sadly for both of you, you have lost your beloved mom two years ago. It was unexpected and so sudden which caused a big distress and sorrow on you two. Both of you took it very hard, especially Rebecca and because of it you tired to be the stronger one. You have barely cried or talked about it, keeping it all for yourself, but it could have been sense and seen in your paintings from back then.

You wish your mother was here today on your big day, but life has taken her away. Life has taken a lot from you in the past two years, but you shake the thoughts away. Pulling away from Rebecca you smile at her and brush away her tears.

“Thank you, Becca.” You reply and you take a look around. “Where are the kids by the way? Where is Koby?” Your sister has been married for almost a decade now and has two beautiful children with her nice and loving husband Koby. Your nephews – Kyros, who is named after your father and now should be eight years old and the newest member of the family Scarlett, which is named after your mother and it’s only one years old.

 “Ky got sick, and Koby had to stay with him home, so I just left Scarlett with them as I don’t think art exhibitions are the best for babies.” She giggles once she sees your frowned brows.

“The younger you teach them culture the better.” You cross your arms across your chest as you shake your head at your sister. “Anyway, kiss them from me and say hello to Koby. And I hope little Ky recovers fast.”

“He will, but anyway where is... Doflamingo...” Your sister clears her throat as she doesn’t like your fiancé at all, and she doesn’t hide it.

“Yes, I have been asking myself the same thing, but he should be here soon.” You give her a reassuring smile, but Rebecca is not only your sister, she is also your best friend, she knows you like the back of her hand and she can see the hurt in your eyes from the fact that your fiancé still hasn’t shown for your big night.

“I still don’t understand what you see in this cruel man (Y/N). All he sees is a beautiful young woman who he can show around as a price, he doesn’t see your value or you as a person. You can find so much better than him.” Deep down you know that Rebecca is right, but you don’t want to have this conversation now.

“Stop saying it in a way like he is your age, we have only four years difference.”

“I don’t like him and the fact that soon you will be carrying his name, you don’t look and fit his cruel family Donquixote, it makes me sick to my st-” You are quick to shush her as you see the man in fact coming towards you.

“Hey, Doffy. You finally showed up.” You don’t want to hide the fact that you are pissed at him for being later but also you don’t want to start any scandals with him right now.

“Traffic, sorry baby.” He pulls you closer to him and kisses the top of your head. “Rebecca, pleased to meet you as aways.” He gives her one of his arrogant smiles which makes your sister shiver. Rebecca hates this man.

“Well, I still haven’t seen all of the paintings and rooms in the gallery so if you two excuse me I will get going back to it.” She is quick to excuse herself and but not before she gives you a hug. “Be careful.” Rebecca whispers in your ear before she turns around and goes.

“What took you so long?” You turn to Doflamingo with a frown. “You know this night is important to me.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” He says again as he tries to kiss your lips, but you pull away. “I had a more important call than this, okay? But now, I’m here be grateful.” You are so used to this behaviour at this point that you just turn around to go and speak with other people. Of course, he finds a way to ruin your night as aways. Catching you fast he pulls you close to him and with serious tone tells you. “The doctor called and said you must go to the clinic on Monday as your results or whatever you did are done. And cut the attuite.” He warns you once again and grabs your hand locking his fingers with you. You have no choice but to stay by his side till the rest of the night as it just clicks to you – he isn’t here for you, he is here for future partners for his business.

****

Siting in the doctor’s office has you on the edge. From the moment you enter the hospital, and his assistant welcomed you to his office, something doesn’t sit right in your stomach. Your hands are trembling, but again you blame it on stress. Entering the room the grey-haired man takes a sit on his chair and places his hands on his desk. You look at him with expectation in your eyes.

“Hi, Doctor Hiriluk. It is because of stress, right? Nothing that I should worry about.” You get straight to the point.

“Overall, you are healthy.” The doctor starts speaking, but you can sense a ‘but’ in his sentence.

“But...” You raised one eyebrow at him.

“From all the information you have given me last time we saw each other I’m afraid that there is a big possibility that you are...” Taking a deep breath in the doctor looks at you with pain written on his face. “I think that you are in a very early stage of Parkinson’s disease.” The doctor tells you and you are trying to process what you have just heard.

It can’t be. It won’t be. It feels like someone has thrown an ice-cold water at you and you can’t move. ‘No, this can’t be’ you are telling yourself repeatedly in your mind. This can’t be happening to you, not you of all people. This isn’t fair, it’s not fair to anyone, but this isn’t fair. Why now? Why when you are in your prime years? Why when you just start stepping on the steps of success?

Suddenly the room starts to feel small, and oxygen seems to not reach your brain. This can’t be happening. No, you refuse to believe this, there should be some mistake.

“Please, calm down Miss (Y/L/N). I can’t tell for sure, yet. I will give you the contacts of a friend of mine, Dr. Kureha, she is a specialist in neurology and I’m sure she will be able to put a better diagnosis than me.” As he tells you this trying to calm you down, he calls for his assistant to bring you water as he can see that you are almost at the verge of a panic attack. “I can’t be sure even though from what you have told me, you check a lot of the boxes with early symptoms, but this is not my speciality. It is Kureha’s.” His tone is very calming despite the situation.

Taking the glass of water from the assistant you lift it up to your lips and take a sip off it. Lowering the glass and holding it with your hands in your lap you can feel them trembling again. This can’t be it. Doctor. Hiriluk gives you some time to gather your thoughts before you can continue with your conversation.

“Is it there a possibility that you might be wrong?” You ask after some time passes and look up at Dr. Hiriluk.

“It might be, but don’t get your hopes up Miss (Y/L/N).” Dr. Hiriluk takes a deep breath. “That is why I want you to go and speak with Dr. Kureha, she will be able to diagnose you and guides you on how to handle because she is the best neurologist in out there.” Hearing this, all you can do is nod.

Doctor Hiriluk continues to talk, but you can’t focus to listen. Your mind is a mess. If his diagnose is in fact correct, then it means that at some point the only thing which brings you happiness and peace will be taken away from you. Art is everything you have, it is your safe place, it is your escape of the world and the way to express the pain within you. This can’t be. This won’t be. ‘There should be a mistake.’ You think to yourself.  

END NOTE: I hope you enjoy reading the prologue as again it's only a slight introduction of events which will cause the meeting of them two (Ace and Reader). Next chapter will be way longer and it will take place and time where the main story will be happening. Any feedback and comments are welcomed and appreciated as always ♡ Feel free to like and reblog if you enjoyed it and again thank you for reading it ♡

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[katakaluptastrophy]

Continuing to think about the horror of what happens to John, and the horrors of love...

When Alecto has first been created, she says to him "I picked you to change, and this is how you repay me?" and "What have you done to me?"

They're heartbreaking questions she has every right to ask, but there's something awful and ironic about them too. Because John also might have asked "what have you done to me?"

It's easy to get distracted by the cartoonish awfulness of John's own narration: "talk about police abuse", "come on, love. Guys as careful as me don't have accidents," "love a working tram system." But all of these comments come after moments where John has unwittingly come into proximity with violent death, an experience he repeatedly likens to having drugs forcibly injected into him; an omniscient, dream-like, out of body experience that seems to propel him forward through his basest impulses. The first time this happens, he's brought back from "the verge of something insane" by being shaken violently by P-. Lines like these aren't revealing John's diabolical plotting. They're a man who would rather own atrocities as premeditated than admit that he was losing his grip.

The second is when he encounters the soul of the earth. His human mind makes contact with the incoherent, furious soul of a planet. In any other context, this would be straightforwardly Lovecraftian. And everything he describes after that is full of elipses, jumbled, and detached. His friends are shot by gun-toting cultists and he says it was like a dream.

Hearing the earth screaming, feeling his friends' deaths under his skin like a drug, he might well have asked "what have you done to me?"

Alecto said to him, "I picked you to change, and this is how you repay me?" But as everything collapses, John says:

"I thought you were going to take me, somehow. Purge me. Use me as an instrument. But you didn't say anything...I was babbling, Show me. Come on. I'm ready. You kept screaming and screaming..."

John has spent months becoming something terrifying, an entity with yellow eyes and uncanny powers. He's discovered that death has an overwhelming impact on him that he cannot fully control. Everyone was relying on him to do something. And he did so many things: well-meaning things and stupid things and things that were lashing out in rage and frustration. Hundreds of people have died because of him. His friends have died because of him. Surely, surely there was a point to this. Surely there was meaning. Surely whatever did this to him, made him into this, had a greater plan.

But there is no plan. There is no great revelation. He tries to hurt the earth, to provoke some kind of answer, but the screaming continues. And when P dies, the person who snapped him out of it the last time, John lets go and the whole world dies.

John is kneeling on the grass vomiting up dirt and tearing out his own ribs, saying "there was still too much of me that was just a human being...", trying to swallow the soul of the earth. And by the end, the one shred he has to hold onto is a memory of playing with a doll as a child. That, and his anger...

The earth tried to reach out in the only way it could, amidst its incoherent suffering. And John tried to use the abilities it gave him, but he was only human. Fallible and proud and angry.

She said, "I still love you." And the horror; the horror of love, the horror of this story, is that to begin with they did this to each other.

To be clear: I don't mean to diminish the awfulness or the very specific forms that John's violence against Alecto takes, and continues to take across the story. I don't mean to excuse his own self-mythologisation. I certainly don't think he's blameless for the decisions he made and the agenda he pursued. But if there's one thing that happens over and over again in TLT, it's that the horror of love is not a one-way street.

And I wonder, in light of what we now know about the permeability of the soul, quite where John ends and Alecto begins. And when that blurring began...

[calciumcryptid]

Here is a collection of my thoughts about We Are ships sex lives because I, an asexual, have them for some reason and need to get them out- (What is We Are doing to me?)

TANFANG

According to novel fans, Tan is the top and Fang is a power bottom; however, the show implies Fang is the top. This means the correct answer is they are switches, but we knew that.

Tan loves to get romantic with Fang. Rose petals, scented candles, whether in the bathroom or in the bedroom Tan commits to the most tender of sex. It is canon Tan does the come hither motion, and as much as Fang puts up a fight he adores it.

Though some days Fang gets into his head about the balance of their relationship and encourages Tan to take. Sometimes, Fang just wants Tan to use his dick like a joystick, and Tan is more than happy to jump into his lap.

Their relationship started from mutual punching, and their canon (implied) sex scene has them wrestling. Therefore, they are the roughest couple in bed. They absolutely have a mutual marking kink shown through hickies and flat-out bites. Some flavor of BDSM, though they (or any of the couples) aren't hardcore with it.

Aftercare game is strong with these two, and they preen at being the one to take care of the other with their mutual taking care of each other kink.

QTOEY

They have sex but in a very (demi)aro(demi)ace way if that makes sense? They have a code in their phone for when one of them is horny and it is "Draw me like one of your Thai boys" (Toey came up with it, Q couldn't think of anything better).

When they do have sex in their own private enclosure and not in Peem's childhood home, it is very artistic. Q has painted Toey's nudes (the only nudes of his boyfriend he has), and he hung it up in their bedroom (fortunately, they aren't the hangout house so they don't have to mad dash to hide it). Q has painted Toey's skin as foreplay, change my mind (you can't).

Before the nudes were painted, Q joked Toey should get dolled up for it and something inside Toey pinged. Since then, Q will teasingly call Teoy "doll" alongside his usual "muse". Their closet has a section dedicated to lingerie (honestly, most of the time they don't even fuck in them. Q just likes drawing and painting tasteful nudes of his boyfriend, and Toey likes being Q's model).

Regardless, the actual action is full of reverence and body worship and Q insists on fucking Toey in natural light because it makes him look more gorgeous than he already is. They have the weakest aftercare game, but considering the couples they're up against it isn't a surprise. Most points are deducted for Q vowing to never paint Toey again as he scrubs his boyfriend's skin. Toey giggles knowing he'll convince Q otherwise.

PHUMPEEM

It doesn't matter what the novel/series says, Phum is a bottom. He wants to be in Peem's lap and monopolize all his attention. Riding is his favorite sex position. The man wants to be railed by his hot artist boyfriend, and can we blame him? (Peem really likes it when Phum is on his back because Phum's hair is a national treasure.)

They do have some pet play going on. It isn't super hardcore, but it is there. After all, Peem canonically calls Phum "puppy" and I think Phum should get to call Peem "kitten" (turnabout is fair play).

There is a reason I placed PhumPeem's section after QToey, and it is because Phum was the person Toey asked to go lingerie shopping with him (lets be real, Toey is not going on his own the first time and Phum is the least embarrassing option). Phum comes home with a few things of his own, and Peem is relentless with the pillow princess teasing as he rails his boyfriend.

PhumPeem are tied with TanFang on best aftercare game, because both couples have a mutual taking care of each other kink.

Oh, right, they have sex on the beach at some point. Also, they are known for fucking in any body of water they can (which wasn't what Peem meant by the water being his safe place, but he's not arguing).

CHAINPUN

They are the kinkiest couple here.

They may not be the most consistently kinky, but they are the most varied. All Pun has to do is bat his eyelashes at Chain, and Chain will indulge Pun in his latest fantasy. Out of all of them, they are the most likely to commit to actual roleplay scenarios. The most often one, of course, being a doctor one (though Chain will make sure to remind Pun he isn't that type of doctor). It doesn't matter though because Pun finds him immensely sexy in the coat.

Although they do get up to roleplay, sometimes Chain wants to spend his time adoring Pun. The body worship is off the charts with these two, and Chain makes sure to love and worship every inch of Pun. Pun loves it, and preens under the adoration though Chain can be torturous in his foreplay.

Soft top Chain, but we all know that.

Honestly, there isn't a couple in We Are that doesn't go all out for aftercare. ChainPuns includes cuddling and snuggling under the covers, and Chain ensures Pun is fed.

[normalest-sskk-fan]

i don't know what I'm doing with my life but I've made a list of crane wives songs that feel atsushi coded or akutagawa coded or shin soukoku coded and I need to unleash it on the world. hi there overlap of 2 people who like bsd and listen to the crane wives

- easier is dead shin soukoku. "the only peace i have ever known is the peace i made with you / i won't move but i can't stay here so what the hell am i supposed to do." I know the song is about someone's partner leaving them BUT it could also I feel like be seen as one's thought process after the other's death?

- shallow river. for some reason. i dont know why but its just them. specifically each of their thoughts after the other dies? guilt over falling for each other? this one I don't have specific lyrics for you just need to trust me (OR LISTEN TO THE SONG)

- glacier house is Also very akutagawa. "you sought to hold yourself in, wait out the weather / close the door on love forever." the last line being "i am not one to live with regret" also calls to minds both "he wished to live life so intensely that he could die at any moment without regrets" (the life of a stupid man, akutagawa ryuunosuke), and "in days gone by I never repented of my acts. I was sorry always only for what I didn’t do" (light wind and dreams, nakajima atsushi) (the second quote also was included in bsd, translated as "I've never regretted anything I’ve done. I’ve only ever regretted the things that I didn’t do.") (i do in fact have all of those quotes memorized!) plus its a companion song to tongues and teeth

- tongues and teeth. it quite literally opens with "I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it's all that I can give to you, my dear" and that mixed with "i know that you mean so well but i am not a vessel for your good intent" makes this The Akutagawa Song Ever. him seeing himself as a bad dangerous violent person, the heartless cur, unable to be rehabilitated or fixed, unable to love or care.

- back to the ground. feral noises. book imagery first of all, and second of all "little buds make their graves as the warmth inside us fades, but i still don't know shit about letting go" feels so. akutagawa being like i cant move forward until i kill atsushi but at the same time being so attatched to him. 55 minutes enjoyers how we feeling

- the entirety of how to rest. just look up the lyrics youll fucking seeeeee. "love's the only thing worth being alive for" THROWS MY PHONE OFF A CLIFF. ITS LIKE. THEIR SACRIFICES. THEY WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SEE THE OTHER DIE, THAN LIVE WITHOUT THE OTHER

- hard sell is so atsushi. "the world is hostile and i'm fragile and i need / someone to kiss the cuts and tell me to keep trying" plus how a lot of the lyrics are about unraveling yourself in pursuit of perfection. he doesnt value himself and thinks he is bad and terrible plus the self sacrificial nature

- can't go back is the epitome of sskk's hypocracy!! each telling the other that they're worth something while believing they themself are worth nothing. "all the self-loathing in the world won't change a thing". the line "'cause you can't go back, darling / the time has come for moving on / you can't be always trying to dig up what you've already buried" is also about the dredging up the past and the terrible way they were both treated, and how it affects them now even though they both have proof of their value as people.

- CURSES. are there any doomed gays that AREN'T curses coded??? just go read the lyrics. or listen to the song. can't point out specific lyrics for this one but the full song feels pretty representative of their partnership and how they've begun to rely on each other

- turn out the lights feels atsushi to me. its "hey maybe stop hating yourself" the song. specifically "a running list of all your doubts and your dead ends, and when you pull yourself out of bed you taste them on the tip of your tongue / and in the morning when you're standing in the shower, with the water pouring down, you dwell on all you ever done wrong" feels atsushi to us.

- know how, sort of? dont know how to explain it. it just feels sskk. atsushis sacrifice maybe? his thought process? this song is also probably about coming to terms with being queer so theres smth there when it comes to sskk and their feelings

- scars is so both of their backstories coded. just take out the part where the other person in the song gives a shit about them / their well-being. also its sort of. them to each other? "was i born with a hole in my heart? a fatal fault at the start?" its very 'my circumstances have made me unfit for love or for care or for relationships or for you' and well. that's just sskk

[ripleysream]

Stupid Adoration

rhea ripley x female reader

tw: smut, and i guess thats it

"You look nice," Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around Rhea's waist.

Rhea wrapped her arms around Y/N's shoulders, pulling her in closely as she whispered, "You're looking good too, Y/N..."

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled, turning around to face the cameras, giving them a few smiles.

Rhea chuckled lightly, finding Y/N's demeanor to be very charming. She ran a hand through Y/N's hair and leaned in slightly. "Always a charmer, aren't you?"

Once the pictures were done, Rhea let go of Y/N quickly, taking a cigarette from her pocket.

Y/N glanced over at the cigarette in curiosity, noticing the slight change in Rhea's demeanor once they were done with the photos. "You... smoke a lot, don't you?"

Rhea took a drag from the cigarette, closing her eyes as she exhaled a plume of smoke. "Yeah, I do. It helps me calm my nerves before a big match, to be honest."

Y/N sighed. "Can you at least pretend to be in love with me?" Y/N asked while Rhea smirked, lighting her cigarette again.

Rhea chuckled again as she exhaled a lungful of smoke, the corner of her lips curving into a smirk. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?" She then leaned in towards Y/N, dropping an arm around her shoulder as she whispered in her ear, "Fine, I'll pretend, for your sake."

Y/N tried her best not to take Rhea's words seriously. She knew how Rhea's mind worked. She slept with a bunch of girls, made them fall in love, and then broke their hearts in no time. Y/N was not willing to be one of her victims. But damn, it was so hard not to fall for her.

A few weeks ago, they were drunk at an after-party at Dominik's house, and they had a big make-out session, not caring about people watching. The next morning, the pictures were all over the internet, and now Rhea and Y/N were in some kind of fake relationship for WWE. They barely saw each other outside of work and events like this when they had to attend together.

Rhea stood around, staring at other girls when she should have been paying attention to Y/N. "I thought you would stop smoking," Y/N said when they were in their dressing room, watching Rhea lean against a vanity.

Rhea didn't respond immediately as she took another drag from her cigarette, clearly not caring how much smoke was billowing around them. She exhaled slowly, the smoke drifting from her lips in a small cloud.

Then she finally spoke, her voice casual and dismissive. "What can I say? The bad habits stick. Besides, it helps me stay focused." Rhea glanced over at Y/N, her gaze lingering for a moment before moving elsewhere again. "Can't have me going out there half-distracted, can we?"

"You're so annoying. When are we gonna fucking break up?" Y/N groaned, pacing around the room. Rhea grabbed her by her hips, pulling Y/N into her. Rhea's lips tasted like beer and mint. They always did. And Y/N loved it. Her kisses were always rough and needy, especially when she was mad. Y/N used to throw around the word 'breakup' just to get her a little mad. Y/N didn't want their relationship to end. She told herself she just liked the attention, but a part of her knew Rhea had a soft spot for her too.

Rhea responded with frustration, her grip on Y/N's hips tightening as she held Y/N closer against her. Their kisses were rough and insistent, fueled by a mix of annoyance and something else that they both refused to acknowledge.

Finally, as they broke apart for air, Rhea looked into Y/N's eyes, a hint of uncertainty in her gaze. "You really want us to break up? Or are you just looking for a reaction?"

Y/N stayed silent as they pulled away, her gaze locked with Rhea's, and her heart beat erratically in her chest. She couldn't deny it; there was a part of her that didn't want it to end. "I don't know... Do you want to break up?"

Rhea couldn't help but smirk at Y/N's response, the mixture of defiance and vulnerability in her eyes only serving to fuel the fire between them. "You're playing with fire, Y/N. You know that, right?" She released her grip on Y/N's hips but didn't fully let her go, her fingers remaining on the bare skin between her shirt and skirt, tracing small circles on the exposed flesh.

"We're not having sex in the dressing room," Y/N said, pulling away from Rhea, who stared at her for a second.

Rhea chuckled, her smirk only growing wider as Y/N pulled away. "Always the responsible one, aren't you?" She pushed off from the vanity and sauntered over to Y/N, her eyes dark and intense as she looked down at her. "But you can't deny the... tension between us."

Y/N wiped off her lipstick from Rhea's mouth and her own, which had smeared a bit. Y/N fixed Rhea's hair and shirt, then grabbed her hand, guiding them out of the dressing room. "Where are we going?" she asked, interlocking their fingers.

Rhea followed along with a mix of curiosity and amusement on her face, letting Y/N take the lead as they left the dressing room. "Dinner. There are going to be cameras," she whispered.

After the fake dinner, Y/N and Rhea stood in the hallway of Y/N's apartment. The lights were low, but the light from the windows escaped and reflected in Rhea's blue eyes, the ones Y/N had fallen for.

Rhea leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, and her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. "We're alone now."

"Rhea, I don't want to do this anymore."

Rhea's expression shifted from casual nonchalance to something more guarded. "What do you mean?"

"Rhea... I really like you, and it's obvious you don't feel the same, and it sucks becaus—" Y/N was stopped by Rhea with a fierce kiss, her lips pressing against Y/N's with a hunger that betrayed her earlier indifference. Without realizing it, they made their way into Y/N's apartment.

Rhea's fingers dug into the flesh of Y/N's thighs, her touch possessive and desperate. "Don't you dare finish that sentence..." Rhea resumed the kiss, her mouth more demanding and insistent than before. Their bodies moved together in a familiar dance, each kiss and touch only fueling the fire that burned between them.

"I like you too, Y/N. So, so fucking much. Haven't you noticed?" Rhea whispered.

Y/N gasped as Rhea's words finally broke through the haze of desire that had consumed her. "You've never said it before. How was I supposed to know?" She tangled her fingers in Rhea's hair. "Don't lie to me."

Rhea growled her response, her voice rough and filled with lust and frustration. "I'm not lying." Their tongues tangled together again, but Rhea broke the kiss just long enough to speak. "I need you. Right now." Rhea led them to the bedroom; she already knew the way.

Rhea sits Y/N on the bed, kissing her slowly this time, her hands go down to the zipper behind Y/N's skirt. "Can I take this off?"

"Yes, please." Y/N didn't want to seem desperate, but she was.

Rhea chuckled at Y/N's desperate tone, the sound low and sultry in her throat. "You're so eager..." She took off her skirt, throwing it somewhere in the room.

Y/N arched her back, pressing her body up into Rhea's touch. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this..."

Rhea smirked against her skin, nipping playfully at the sensitive flesh before pulling away to look down at her. "Oh, I think I have an idea." She leaned down again, her mouth finding a new spot on Y/N's collarbone to lavish with kisses and small bites while taking off her shirt, revealing a matching black lingerie set. "Did you know this would happen?"

"It's not like we see each other a lot... I wanted it to happen." Y/N pulled Rhea down to stop her from asking any more questions. Rhea's hands felt like they could burn Y/N's skin at any moment. Rhea's fingers were agile in removing her bra from behind, and Rhea let her lips meet Y/N's hard nipple, while her tattooed fingers paid attention to the other. "Fuck..." Y/N cursed, the sound muffled against Rhea's lips, her back arching against the bed.

"Already at the cursing stage, are we?" Rhea returned her lips to Y/N's, but this time one of her hands went to her panties, already soaked. "Please, Rhea." It was almost embarrassing how wet Y/N was, but she wanted Rhea to know how badly she wanted it.

Two of Rhea's fingers pumped in and out, Y/N was so wet that it wasn't difficult for Rhea to put a third finger in, while watching the smaller girl wriggling in pleasure underneath her body. It didn't take long for Y/N to arch her back violently, cumming all over Rhea's fingers. Her brain seemed to have shut down for a few seconds while her body shook, relieving that almost electric sensation. "Fuck!" She yelled, her body still in a trance.

Rhea smirked against her skin, her hands and lips continuing their way on her body. "You sound so beautiful, you know that? I could listen to you moan like that all night." And that was enough for Y/N to cum all over Rhea's fingers.

"You're so beautiful," Y/N whispered against Rhea's neck, feeling her face burn red.

Rhea's breath hitched at her words, her body shuddering slightly at the feeling of her breath against her skin. Rhea couldn't remember the last time someone she knew called her beautiful, and coming from Y/N, it hit her deeper than she would have expected. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" Rhea's kisses moved down from Y/N's chest to her thighs. She inhaled a sharp breath, feeling Rhea's tongue on her slit.

Y/N wasn't even recovered yet from the first orgasm, but Rhea down there was enough to turn her on again. Her tongue did wonders to Y/N every time, and it was so hard to keep it together when Rhea's dark gaze met hers, watching every reaction.

"You taste so good," Rhea whispered, rubbing her lips gently against Y/N's. She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath as Rhea's hands went to her legs, holding them. "You have no idea. So sweet." She held Y/N's legs in place, her fingers tracing small, absent-minded patterns on her soft clit. She nipped at Y/N's bottom lip, unable to help herself from wanting another taste. "God, you drive me crazy."

Y/N pushed Rhea to the bed and smiled while watching Y/N unbutton her jeans with such ability. "Are you trying to ride my leg?"

"Maybe." She teased, a playful gleam in her eyes as she looked down at Rhea, her voice low and sultry. "Why? You want me to?"

As Y/N straddled her lap, Rhea reached up to grasp her hips, pulling her down on top of her, their bodies flush together. She could feel how wet Y/N was on her leg. Rhea's fingers made their way to her bare back, pulling her closer against her. "You're teasing me. You know what that does to me." She rocked her hips up against Y/N's pussy, the friction driving her mad with need.

Y/N started moving faster, and Rhea's thumb went to her clit, easily rubbing it in circles. Y/N couldn't hold back anymore, and in seconds, she yelled and came again, letting her sweaty body fall against Rhea, who let out a chuckle while holding her shaky figure.

"Don't be lying... please..." Y/N said more to herself than to Rhea before lifting her head in Rhea's arms and pressing her lips to the wrestler's.

Rhea held her tighter against her body, their bodies still pressed together. She could feel the tremors still running through Y/N's body, matching her own. She held her close, peppering kisses to the top of her head, her voice still ragged but filled with sincerity. "I'm not lying, Y/N. I mean it."

"Do you want me to... touch you?" Y/N whispered, trailing her hand down Rhea, her body instinctively arching up toward the touch. But something held her back, and she was quick to grab Y/N's hand in hers.

"You don't have to... We can just..." Rhea struggled to find the words. She met Y/N's gaze. "...Just stay like this, for a while. Just lie here with me." Rhea pulled Y/N down again, her head resting against her chest, grounding her in the moment.

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Hi, this is my first time writing about Rhea Ripley, who has been my obsession for the past few months. English is not my first language, so please excuse any spelling mistakes and things like that. If you'd like to request any themes for me to write about, just let me know. My life is a bit chaotic because of college and work, but I'll try my best. I hope you enjoy it :)

[marveladdictjones]

spencer reid - meddle about

thats all <3

Meddle About

pairing: Spencer Reid x Hotchner!fem!reader warnings/tags: canon divergent ages (just pretend spencer is old enough to be about a decade younger than hotch, alright? We aren't doing any age gaps here), explicit? like smut-ish, alluding to smth steamy (idfk I'm not good at shit like this, alright?), cursing, pov change after the special divider summary: Hotch's younger cousin comes to visit, only not just for him a/n: first of all, absolutely love that song. Second of all, I have to admit that my motivation was very lacking while writing this and it feels like a total flop, but here you go, hope you like it wc: 0.6k

You were seated in the lobby of the BAU, reading a book as you waited on Aaron to pick you up.

Despite the age gap of nearly a decade between the two of you, you had managed to maintain one of those rare bonds ever since you were young. Now that you had moved to DC for work, having this connection had come in useful.

The door opens, but when you look up from your book, Derek and Spencer walk out instead.

"Oh hi, guys," You say as you stand up and walk over to them, your gaze staying on Spencer for a little longer than needed.

"Hey Y/n, it's been a while since you were here," Derek remarks as he pulls you into a hug.

"Yeah, I know," You respond, stepping out of his embrace after a few moments. "How have you guys been, aside from all the catching bad guys?"

"Oh, you know, been doing just fine," Spencer answers, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "So, what brings you back in town?"

"Got a job not that far from here," You say, "And until I can find a place of my own, Aaron kindly offered to let me stay with him."

At that moment, Aaron walked through the door. "Ah, you're already here. Ready to go?"

As you nod, Derek quips, "You know, if you ever need to get away from your cousin, you know who can call."

"Yeah, Penelope," You quip back, flashing him a smirk before walking off with Aaron. You look back once more, shooting Spencer a glance just for him to understand, then turn back again.

As you look back once more, Spencer can read the message in your gaze.

Meet me at midnight.

You were rarely in DC, and when you were, you were his. Spencer rarely got possessive, but ever since one faithful night a few years ago, it was safe to say he had become besotted with you.

Every time you were in town, the two of you had met up late at night, spending your time with solely each other for as long as you could. There were times where either one of you had wanted to come forward and just tell the others, but you came to the same conclusion every time:

It would only make things more difficult.

Yet when midnight rolls around, Spencer sits in his car with the headlights off, softly smiling when he sees you sneak out of the house.

"Hey-" is all you manage to get out before your words get muffled by the feeling of his lips against yours. As if by instinct, your hands move up into his hair as they softly thread through the strands.

Breaking away for air, Spencer looks at you as if you're the only thing on his mind. "Don't you ever stay away that long again," He whispers breathlessly against your lips.

"I take it you missed me then?" You respond teasingly, unable to repress a light smirk from forming on your lips.

Spencer lightly groans, pulling you in for another kiss, this time a little deeper. "You've already got me down on my knees," He says, his breath still heavy, "No need to be such a fucking tease."

As if to give you a taste of your own medicine, he pulls away and starts driving. Although he keeps his eyes on the road and doesn't exchange a word, his fingers draw slow circles on your thigh.

When he can feel you looking at him, he simply smirks. "Save it for when we get back to my house."

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[6:14 pm] 

The Christmas party was in full swing. The house was filled with all the familiar faces of your friends, holiday music playing in the background. Some people were busy building gingerbread houses, others were decorating sugar cookies, and some were decorating ornaments. It was a fun night filled with fun, nostalgic activities.

You opened the door with a bright smile to welcome BestFriend!Mark in, "Finally! I've been waiting for you to show up. Come in, come in."

He walked in with a shy smile, cheeks red from the cold outside while he hung his coat. "You never responded to my text, so I just brought some more cookie stuff. Some premade mix and frosting. Oh, and some sprinkles," he told you while he followed you further into the warm house.

"Perfect! I didn't expect it to be as popular, people love cookies," you reply softly, leading Mark to the kitchen with his hand in yours.

He stared at your joined hands, willing his heart rate to slow down while praying his face wasn't as red as he felt. He knew it was red, he just hoped he could blame it on the cold if anyone asked.

Mark managed to occupy himself for a few hours, eating and mingling with friends. He created an ornament that had unintentionally resembled one of the Christmas gifts he made his mom in early elementary school.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you slip out the back door by yourself. He cocked his head in confusion, sneaking out behind you unnoticed. He shivered at the change in temperature, "Are you okay?"

You turned to face him, surprised that anyone had followed you out. You smiled, though it looked tired, "I'm fine."

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the warmth of his body, "You can tell me. We're best friends aren't we?"

You sighed, your breath coming out in a warm cloud, "It's tiring hosting."

"But you're doing an amazing job. Everyone is having a great time," he rubbed his hand up and down your arm.

You laid your head on his shoulder, sighing once more, "Thanks Mark, I just needed to take a breath."

You both stood outside for a few more minutes, ignoring the temperature in favor of just enjoying each other's company. The silence was comforting and it felt good to be in his arms.

"Should we head inside now?" Mark asked softly.

You nod with a smile, turning to head inside. You tug on the door, but it doesn't budge. You tug harder, still no movement, "It's not opening."

"What? I didn't lock it, does it usually stick?" Mark asks, joining you to tug on the handle.

A friend pops up from the other side of the glass with a mischievous smile. She points to the top of the sliding glass door with an excited grin.

You and Mark look up slowly, catching sight of a bundle of mistletoe. Your eyes widen, looking at her with a look that screamed help. "I'll let you in when you guys kiss!" You hear her from the other side of the glass.

"No! It's cold. Let us in!" You both argue, pulling pointlessly on the handle of the door.

She crosses her arms and steps away from the door. She clearly has no intentions of opening the door until you both kiss.

"We don't have to. We can find another way to get in," Mark reassures.

"Mark we're upstairs, I don't mind," you take a deep breath, "I like you, Mark- a lot. I have for a few years now, I wouldn't mind kissing you. I understand if you don't feel the same way."

Mark's head snaps in your direction with wide eyes, "You like me?"

You cover your face with your hands, embarrassment taking over you while you nod, "For like 2 years now."

He gently pulls your hands from your face, looking you in your eyes, "I like you too." Your eyes light up a bright smile taking over your face. Mark gulps, "Can I kiss you?"

You nod, a shaky breath leaving you before Mark leans in slowly. His lips stop a centimeter away from yours, his warm breath falling over your face for just a second before his soft lips touch your own.

You feel a bolt of lightning hit your body, fireworks going off, tingles from your head to your toes. You feel years of yearning and pent up feelings through the kiss while your lips move against each other's. His hands are surprisingly warm as they cup your face, he pulls away breathlessly his thumb caressing your cheek, "wow."

You bite your lip, trying to suppress your excited smile, "Yeah, that was great."

He continues caressing your cheek, his eyes slowly falling shut and leaning forward once more when you hear the door open, "That's enough, you guys can come in now."

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a/n: LOVED this one!!!!!

[merbear25]

Hi, I've been having the biggest Hetalia brainrot ever...

Sooo, even if you aren't taking uh.. Recommendations or things, I just wanna swoosh this idea into your mind just incase you feel like writing Hetalia content...

Just a warning that this is like a reader x Hetalia post, so, just be warned.

The Allies or Axis are getting frisky with the reader.. And suddenly the reader like pushes them away and says 'We can't, I didn't shave.'

You get it? My brainrot? Yeah...

You don't have to write this I'm embarrassed to even request it it's stupid I know

Hello! No need to be embarrassed about sending this in. I don't mind in the slightest. I think we've all had these types of what ifs. I decided to put them on a scale since I personally can't see any of them really caring about extra hair. I hope you like what I've written for you. 💜💜

CW: highly suggestive, gn!reader, fluff, headcanons/scenarios

Remains confident

France: Whether or not you shaved wouldn’t make a difference to him. He adored you either way. Showering you with compliments and affection was a given, but it was amplified when you lacked confidence. Besides, this could lead to a more intimate setting. If you let him, he’d like to do it for you.

Italy: He wasn’t sure what the big deal was. The two of you had already seen each other’s bodies, so how would a bit of extra hair change anything? He reassured you, telling you how beautiful you were and laid soft kisses on you to help ease your embarrassment.

Russia: A twinge of protectiveness came over him when he saw your flushed cheeks. Smiling at you sweetly, he went to hold you. He whispered how lovely you were and that such trivial things wouldn’t change how he saw you. Light touches and soft kisses accompanied his kind words.

America: Blinking at you, he kind of cocked his head. He wondered where this shyness was coming from but didn’t want to rock the boat by asking about it. There was a lot of reassurance that he didn’t care and that you were desirable either way.

China: Not having realized something like that would make you so cautious to proceed, he was kind of taken aback. He didn’t see a reason to be put off by something as natural as body hair, but your reluctance made him feel oddly nervous. Explaining to you how none of that should matter was all he could really think of to help ease your worries.

Germany: He couldn’t care less about you not having shaved. There were countless times when he wasn’t exactly trimmed and “ready” for you, but your embarrassment was making it hard to convince you and had him second guessing himself.

England: He was easy to fluster and when he felt like he was the one to have brought on this discomfort, he felt just a bit ashamed of himself. Wanting to soothe your worries, he gently rubbed your leg and called you pet names as he tried his hardest to make you feel better.

Canada: A hue spread across his face and he hesitated. There was a soft apology for having accidentally embarrassed you. He wanted to be close to you though, so he cuddled you and told you how lovely you were in hopes of easing your self-conscious woes.

Japan: Your flushed expression made him recoil and immediately apologize. He didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Even if he didn’t mind the extra hair, your discomfort spread to him, meaning he was more inclined to wait patiently until you decided you were ready for him..

Your embarrassment wears off on them

[haleingstorm]

Okay! So I'm only going to have twoish more TLH posts for my found family rewrite. For a couple of reasons! I am super excited to get to the later books and also and I'm going to be honest I enjoyed the later half of this book a lot. There's not honestly much I would change past this point. I

Bonding Session with bonus gold statues!

Jason apologies for what happens because in his mind he's the reason Festus goes down, Leo waves him off but there is this sense of misplaced guilt

The night they spend in Midas's Palace is the first time this trip has to just breath, a lot of things come to light.

Jason and Leo apologize to each other and it's awkward and terrible but they're both trying so hard. Piper takes the moment to talk about charmspeak and about how they all have powers they rather not have.

(Jason doesn't quite know why he nods along to that, why the words preator sing in his bones. He is the son of the king of the gods and this he must rule no matter what he might think about it)

It doesn't really matter what else is discussed but this is the moment the trio start settling in as a trio. They understand where they stand with each other(think Grover telling Percy about Pan, Annabeth talking about her dad).

Piper talks about her dad and she's crying half way through it trying to get them to understand. And it's Leo, Leo who knows what it feels like to lose a parent, in a rare serious tone that they're going to save her dad even if it kills them.

Jason hesitates even if he hates himself for it but duty sings in his bones and he is well used to making sacrifices.

Family reunions

Jason doesn't remember Thaila. Thaila will never forget Jason. This causes issues to say the least

Thaila shouldn't recognize him on sight, she really shouldn't he's a completely different person than he was as a kid.

Side note, the 2 year old thing makes zero sense. Like it really doesn't. Have you met 2 year olds? I've met two year olds. They aren't even real people yet. However... If we do some time line fuckery(and let's be serious RR never cared about the timeline anyway). We can say Jason gets dumped 4-5, kicks around with Lupa until 7-8 and then goes to camp. That's still 8 years as a full legion member at 16. (If anyone has any better ideas I am all ears but this is the best I could come up with)

Anyway Thalia recognizes him and Jason doesn't believe her at first/doesn't understand. He assumes she is just talking about being children of Zeus and not... But thaila keeps talking, about the scar on his lip and his favorite foods and there is so much love in her voice that Jason can not breathe

Leo and Piper stay for this by the way(no skipping REALLY IMPORTANT character moments here). They're hanging off to the side ready to jump to Jason's defense.

He believes her if only because there is no way someone would fake that amount of adoration. She tells him their story and every word she speaks sings of so much love it makes him want to cry. What had he done to deserve this?

They hug, Thalia cries, Jason clings as hard as he can and prays to every single god he knows that he could just stay here forever.

One of the hunters offers to take a picture of the two of them with an old poloroid camera. Jason gets one and Thaila gets the other. Because they of all people understand how fleeting time can be, especially for demigods and time dulls all memories.

(as long as thaila lives she never loses that picture even when it becomes so faded she can hardly make out Jason's face.)

I'll probably have one more post wrapping up the ending of TLH and then on to SON! also if anyone wants to chat about this please feel free! I'm never sure how many people are interested in these types of posts :)

[4dkellysworld]

Alright so what I do to release is I bring up a thought or desire that I want to let go of. For example, a desire like I want to have clear skin. I then ask 'can I let go of this desire?" And then ask 'would I let go of this desire?' And finally I ask 'When?'. (Because I obviously don't want to carry that desire with me anymore and would like to be done with it, my answer towards those questions are always yes.) After the process I do tend to feel a little light sometimes, but then when I think about the desire again I still want it.

I just finished reading a pdf that goes into details on Lester's experience with dropping limitations and how he did it within those 3 months. And he basically talked about how some thoughts would take some time to drop and he would basically just keep releasing those until they were fully gone. Reading that helped me realize that maybe I am doing this right and I just need to keep releasing the desire and it will soon completely go. I have had this desire for almost 7 years now so i guess my attachment to it might be too strong and so that it why it's not going away in one session?

But anyways your inputs are always appreciated so if there is anything you want to let me know about or help me with, like maybe the conclusions i came to aren't fully correct, you can.

It does look like you're releasing correctly. However, as I've reiterated in many of my previous posts/answers now, releasing is just one form of letting go of ego, not the only one. I've found it best not to get too fixated on sticking to the one method and try to make everything fit into it by necessarily applying it to absolutely everything, it's better to assess each limitation on a case by case basis, be flexible and then do what feels right intuitively. It may be that releasing is not the best way to go about it for this particular desire. (But yes, for certain thoughts that are deeply rooted, it can take more than one session to completely release. It's best not to have expectations on how long it takes to release something)

Here are some other forms of letting go of ego you could explore if it resonates with you.

Identify the causative thoughts for why you don't have clear skin (for your example) and then drop them.

If we want a perfect body and we don’t have a perfect body, it means that we don’t have the conviction that we can make the body perfect. It means we are subconsciously holding in our mind a consciousness of an imperfect body. The body is an exact copy of the mind, the body being only our consciousness projected outwardly. We must change our subconscious thinking until we subconsciously have the conviction that our body is perfect. That will do it. - Lester Levenson, The Keys to the Ultimate Freedom

This follows the principle of taking responsibility for everything that happens to you, including the body and all circumstances. The body is simply a manifestation of your thoughts. For example, when people get sick, it's really that they are doing it to themselves (most often it's unconscious) as a result of various thoughts they had previously that became a habit and mindset. Taking Lester as an example, he found out that his health issues were a result of wanting love and approval from the world, wanting to change things in the world and fearing death itself. For past me who had health challenges, I realized I was used to thinking as the victim and believed that I needed to be in a state that garnered pity (such as being sick) in order to be safe and perceived as non-threatening and this naturally manifested eventually in health issues because I wanted to be safe and felt I wasn't! In other examples Lester has said, he has mentioned that skin rashes are really manifestations of mental irritations or conflicts that have now surfaced and to correct this is to identify what it is and then resolve it (undo it, see it isn't true, drop it). I've also realized that everything on the body are quite literally just thoughts that have taken form and are being expressed on the body (including suppressed emotions which is why releasing is important!) - if the body is not in a state of harmony, then the mind is not either because all comes from the mind. Obviously all limitations are silly to hold onto once you identify what they are and they should be dropped. These are just examples and your own thoughts that manifested into skin that you don't prefer won't necessarily be the same as these.

2. Identify why this particular desire exists. What does it symbolize to you? Beauty? Freedom? Purity? Health? All of the above or something else? Be honest with yourself and see what it represents to you. This is the lack that you perceive, this is what you think you don't have but in fact as infinite beings we never lack anything, the lack and limitations are just illusions, old programming & conditioning we once believed and accepted that are now operating automatically in the background but it isn't true. Then can you see how that lack isn't true after identifying it (feel free to reason it out and use logic to see how it is untrue)? If not, apply the exercise detailed here to what you perceive you lack (replace love with whatever it is you identified).

Once this core lack has been properly addressed and dissolved, you could see yourself having the symbol too (in whatever way suits you) but I think it's important not to attribute fulfillment or happiness to these externals. See first that it is all coming from within you then once you've set that right, you can have the symbol too if you want - so long you understand it's only a symbol and you aren't being dependent on it for fulfilling perceived lack.

You could try let go of it in a 4 step process as I've detailed in the second part of this ask here. I recommend doing each step completely and mindfully before moving onto the next rather than rush through them and then have to repeat the whole thing again.

Release any emotions and feelings attached to the limitation that is to be dropped by bringing it to mind and allowing them to be. You can use this method as a guide and modify it how you feel is best

Investigate within and identify the causative thoughts for the limitation then drop them

Identify what the core essence(s) are that you believe you lack (that this limitation represents or what you want this symbol to fulfill) and then either drop the belief of lack or allow yourself to see, feel and know that you are complete, whole and fulfilled (using whatever method feels right).

(Optional) See yourself having the symbol if you want - so long you understand it's only a symbol and aren't dependent on it for fulfilling perceived lack.

In all of this, the attitude is not to try to get rid of or fix something that is "wrong". Apply lots of love, kindness, compassion, understanding and patience. Don't fight the dream - the more you resist, the more it persists but what you look at and accept is given the opportunity to be released and dissolved. Accept everything and see them as neutral, even the parts that you don't prefer. Allow everything to be as it is. Then allow yourself to change your mind and think differently in ways that you prefer, without trying to make anything happen in the world. As Neville said "Indifference is the knife that severs. Feeling is the tie that binds."

Patience is key. Drop all expectations. Just focus on your state of consciousness, instead of getting things in the world. Don't look to the world for what is within.

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "What do you need to learn now?"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read on a probable lesson you should learn about at this moment. thanks Anon for suggesting this

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles.remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

You need to learn to let go, and be more carefree and "childish", as in enjoying more. You tend to block yourself maybe? Or you aren't much in contact with your inner child despite they really want to talk with you. I think, similarly to pile 3 but in a different way, you need to take a pause and totally unwind. Refocus on what's important (you)... and just enjoy. Think about the present too, and again, be more carefree and don't always be so serious or overthinking that much. Be also kind with yourself. I think you need a vacation, maybe going somewhere new, where you can be yourself (?). You may be feeling judged too much by others, so you try to act/pretend to be more serious/adult, but you don't have to. You can keep playing with your inner child, you can dance under the sun and enjoy your days and breaks too. Actually, you have to. When you are on a break you cannot think about what you have to do once you're done: you need to really unwind and focus on your break. Try doing something you enjoyed as a child, be it painting or dancing or cooking or anything you're passionate about. You don't have to become amazing at it, you only need to like that and to let it help you distress.

song: love me tender | elvis presley

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pile 2

You need to learn to see behind. "And beyond" too, I heard. You may need to do some shadow work or you're doing that now. I think you're being hit with how harsh it all is for you. But not all that is harsh and painful is there to hurt you or to "punish" you. You're not Universe's favorite target, don't ever think this. It's just that there's a need for some darkness too in life, there cannot only be all light. And don't say "as if I had ever experienced light..." try to focus and remember: our minds want us to concentrate on what's bad, they want us to remember that alone (also to keep us on alert: in the past, remembering what was wrong may have saved your life, but these days... not that much, right?), so we keep memory of that side much more than what's good in our life. Think about your everyday life, how a small negative little thing can make your day so bad, even if before that happened, everything seemed so cool and bright. I think you need to balance more yourself and how you see darkness and light. How you react to the dark part of life (which yes, it's part of life as the bright side). Don't let negative stuff (especially the ones you have not much control over or that aren't so important) get the best of you.

song: desperate | ashlynn malia

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pile 3

You need to learn to relax, to let go things, especially those that don't serve you anymore and that you can't control. You need to take time for yourself. And to give time to yourself, especially if you're healing something: probably you've been working for a lot on a matter but you see no huge difference with the past (still, I'd suggest you to be more objective about this and realize even the smallest difference), don't be impatient, give yourself a break. Healing is coming to you, you don't have to rush to "an end", cause healing won't totally end. You will learn how to deal with your triggers so that they won't hurt you and be more in control of yourself and your emotions. This is what healing is about for the most part. You totally need to be more patient and to communicate more with yourself and about yourself to others. You also need time to dream, or to let yourself dream a little more. Be more positive and light. Take a breath and slow down, especially your mind, cause I think at times it may run 1000 miles for hours (if that's even possible).

song: got it in you | banners (please check this song lyrics cause I'm sure it holds messages for you, especially if you feel very down or judged or anything)

[randoimago]

Hii could we have headcanons of Goro Akechi (ps5) as a girl dad? Despite thinking that he'd be like Shido, he'd absolutely be the overprotective, scares off all the boys, will move mountains for her kind of father 🥹 I can picture fatherhood healing him from the pain shido inflicted on him

Ofc, feel free to ignore if it's something you do not wish to write 🫶 lots of love 💓💓

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Akechi

Note(s): I saw the request and I did it, but I like the idea of Akechi reluctantly adopting a kid since idk if he'd heal enough to actually have a partner to have a child with (or feel like he'd deserve it)

Also, I know in my rules it says I don't age characters up, but if it's for fun, platonic thing like this then I don't mind (I'll still be iffy about what kind of things I'll allow tho)

Akechi

Ends up accidentally adopting the child of a victim from one of the cases he worked on. He didn't want to (or mean to, he just offered his home for the kid to stay for a night while they tried to find other family).

As Akechi gets used to the idea of having a child, he realizes how afraid he is of messing up. He knows how he turned out and he doesn't want to put any burdens or guilt or anything on this child that lost so much.

He doesn't quite realize how protective he's gotten either. He'll just be out grocery shopping with the kid and see someone talking to her, just light small talk to the child and he immediately has a fake smile plastered on and getting the stranger to leave.

As much as he tries not to spoil his... daughter (it takes him a while to come to terms with calling her that. His face was priceless when she called him "dad" the first time), she definitely developed her own princess-like nature from him and so he can't help but cave and get extra desserts if she asks nicely. That said, he still makes sure she does her chores and gets good grades.

School is another thing I can seem him reminding himself to be careful with. He always pushed himself to be the best in school so he could accomplish his goals. But she's a child. She should have a childhood. So while he does want her to have good grades to decide her own future, he also makes sure she's not too stressed and that her teachers aren't hard asses.

Yeah Akechi isn't letting her have a boyfriend (or partner in general) until she's twenty-six (and he ups the year each time she mentions it). He remembers what a jerk he was with all his pretending. And he also remembers how idiotic some of the Phantom Thieves were (not to mention Joker being a playboy) so he is not trusting her with any boys.

The door stays open if she brings girls or anyone else over just to make sure.

He honestly can't quite believe how attached he's gotten to his daughter though and how much things have changed. When she smiles or hugs him or even just sticks her tongue out because he was a smartass, it makes him happy. His smiles are more real and he finds himself enjoying being a father.

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