#loved. you are so loved please stay with us. please don't be what your narrative wants you to be you're better than that

[emeraldserenade]

I have an idea for something to write. Joaquin, reader, Sam and Bucky work on a mission together (Joaquin and reader are in a long term relationship). Chaos ensues. I was thinking something similar to that club scene and shoot out scene in F&TWS.

In The Club ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you agree to go on a mission with Sam, Bucky and Joaquín, not knowing what's in store.

tw: fem!reader, limited use of y/n, they all have different names for the mission, reader is treated as an object by the men at the club, barely edited

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

This is my last request, please send in more. I love knowing what you guys want to see and it helps me keep my creative juices flowing.

Sorry if this isn't what you thought it would be, I only kinda remember the club scene from F&TWS.

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A simple mission, that was all it was. Sam and Bucky promised you that was all it was when they came to get you and Joaquín for it.

"I promise, y/n. It is a simple in and out," Sam told you, you had a feeling he was lying to you as soon as he told you that you needed to be wearing a short dress. "It's just to fit in, we can't have them thinking we don't belong there," Sam reassured you, his nice tailored suit made you think twice about his words.

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"You lied to me," you weren't mad, you were exasperated. Sam had just told you that you were to act like their toy that the three just pass around. You wanted to leave, to tell Sam to fuck himself and that you wouldn't be doing this. But you were already in the plane and you knew how important this mission was, so you stayed in your seat

"I know, and I'm sorry but I knew you weren't going to say yes, and there was no way in hell that Joaquín would say yes," Sam tried to make himself sound better but you just stared at him, Joaquín practically vibrating with how hard he was trying to keep his anger back.

Joaquín was known to share, but not you. If another man so much as looked in your direction, he was watching them and making sure they weren't trying to take what's his. The only thing that was truly holding back Joaquín's anger, was the fact that one of your hands were on his that was resting on your thigh and the other was gripping his forearm of the same arm.

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You hated it, so did Joaquín but you did what you were told. You stuck around the three, mostly Joaquín and the backstory that while you were 'used' by all three, you were Joaquín's girl spread like wildfire. Sure, they didn't know your real names but they loved the way you three interacted. The club goers loved the narrative, they loved the way that while you were with either Sam or Bucky, Joaquín was always watching you. They loved watching his jaw clench and his hands ball into fists.

"I don't believe you," one particularly annoying goer said, he had been watching Joaquín look ready to murder Sam and Bucky as you had to hang off of them. "Let me kiss her," he looked towards Sam who looked down at you. Your eyes darted to Joaquín, you saw that he was ready to yell or fight. "What's wrong, don't want to prove me right, Theo? She's not just for the taking?" The man taunted Sam, using his fake name for the mission. You held back a cringe at his words, your body becoming tense.

"Look, I might use her but she's Diego's. You gotta ask him permission before you do anything to her," Sam quickly lied and you moved over to stand next to Joaquín, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist.

"Then, Diego, let me kiss your girl," the man stepped closer and Joaquín just stared him down.

"Nah, I don't let random men touch her. You gotta prove yourself worthy of my girl," Joaquín told him, his arm tightening around you.

"Liam, you got a say in this?" The man looked over at Bucky who had been silently watching the whole ordeal. He had told you, and you think Joaquín by how he didn't seem to mind you being around Bucky so much, that he wouldn't let anyone touch you. He didn't care if your cover was blown, he would keep you safe.

"Hey, Maya is Diego's girl. I don't know what you want me to do, Jacob," Bucky held his head high, the gloves on his hands made a slight squeaking noise as he tightened his fists.

"Well then," Jacob rounded to face you and Joaquín again but was met with Joaquín's fist to his face. You heard the sickening crunch of his nose breaking and gasped softly. Another pair of arms surrounded your waist and you squeaked in surprise. Joaquín spun back around and pulled you away from the random man who thought using this slight chaos to his advantage was a smart move.

"Aren't you The Winter Soldier?" The man who you had just been pulled away from looked at Bucky and you knew your cover was blown.

"Shit," you whispered, moving closer to Joaquín as you two shuffled to Sam and Bucky.

No more words were exchanged as the four of you ran, gun shots and fights broke out. Chaos was everywhere and you sighed, you knew Joaquín was pissed at what happened and hoped that it didn't effected that he wanted to help the world.

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"Look, y/n, I'm sorry," Sam looked over at you as you sat on the plane next to Joaquín.

"It's fine, it wasn't your fault," you waved him off and gently squeezed Joaquín's hand. He was mostly asleep, having stopped with Bucky to fight off some of the men that followed the four of you running. Sam had gotten you to the plane and you two waited for the others to get back.

"Next time, I promise I won't throw it in you last minute," Sam told you and you looked down at the sleeping form of Joaquín.

"Hopefully that next time isn't for another 9 months," you told Sam, he got it right away and looked over at Joaquín.

"Does he know?"

"Yeah, he does," you smiled.

"Congrats," Bucky called from his seat, you thought he was asleep but you were wrong.

"Thanks, Buck," you called over softly. Joaquín, in his sleep, moved his hand to rest over your stomach and a smile spread across your face.

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Masterlist | Requests

[triangularz]

SANJI- BECOMING

18+, < 400 words, a tiny bit nsfw. love narrative for our sanji boy, reader's a straw hat (reminder when you see it, that "paradise" is the first half of grand line). cooking metaphors -> first sanji fic had to do it! I tend to use punctuation as if I were reading aloud

No one's doing it like the Sanji you love- ever your heart's choice indulgence and faithful north star, your vigilant knight and your silly, blonde prince. He's the Sanji who fulfills you, whose love is true and anchored, who fucks you straight through to your open, eager soul. And you're his wild, fine blend, his brown-skinned Straw Hat import from a Paradise summer island. A rare pirate, a rare woman: Peppery, smooth and smoky, with just the right kind of sweetness. A little like his mother, a little like Nami, a little like Robin, but a whole glorious mess of your own damn thing. And your devotion- it makes no demands nor requires his habit of pleading. It's a shock to him always, that any begging comes from you, for him- to go faster, to let you cum, to cuddle closer, to make the meal you love so much. Your taste is so right, and it's changing him.

No one's doing it like the Sanji you love, whose main ingredients and natural flavor have no deserving substitutes: Still Sanji, who with head bowed and a lit cigarette stands silently ready to protect, who first holds you safely, then shields those who need- who want- to be saved. Still Sanji, who screamed desperately for Robin, whose humility brought you to tears, blurring your vision. Still Sanji, Baratie cook and Zeff's son- loyal, dry and so, so brave. He's Sanji, who heard his captain's plea, broke what the Vinsmokes held bound, and won an uncharted freedom. Still Sanji, heir to his mother's goodness, tenderness and wonder. And Sanji the chef visionary, who anticipates your hunger and thirsts, who satisfies you with vibrant food and fuels your day-to-day.

No one's doing it like the Sanji you love, who's now a Sanji better savored, with fresh seasonings and fewer useless ones: The Sanji who values the lives of his friends now sees the worth in his own. The lavish, adoring Sanji who considers women sacred, now knows his reverence was broken. Whose antics- ignored and tolerated before- you chose to confront with love. A Sanji who takes in stride the rifts between you and no longer as signs you'll quit him. "We'll figure it out" replaces his "Please don't leave". A Sanji who believes your apologies, and labors less to be loved.

No one's doing it like the Sanji you love. Yeah, the crew's played its part to move him forward. Yeah, his Straw Hat exploits are growth by trial and fire. And yeah, this Sanji- he's done his own work. But you're his chief spark, his missing ingredient. He's changing. He was Sanji, is Sanji. He's becoming... Sanji. By his side you'll stay fused. No one's doing it like him.

[asukiess]

grr hello i am still thinking about your sentiemilie au

emmy pov...imagine! you have no life before, and no life after. all you know is the House.

the House and those who live in it. the Man who stares too much. the Woman who averts her eyes. and the Boy who pities you, when it should be the other way around.

an intern, they call you - and you may not know much, but you do know that this is not what an intern should be doing.

the Man has you pose for him often. he designs clothes, he tells you, and more than that, he designs clothes for you. you stand in his office, eyes drawn to the large frame behind his desk. the empty frame.

perhaps he'll put a portrait of you up there some day, he says. you don't ask whose portrait used to be up there.

the Woman barely glances up from her tablet when you approach. you're here to help, you tell her. isn't that what an intern should be doing? her lips purse, as though you have said something wrong. but you don't know what wrong is - all you know is what you were told.

you're a hard worker, you insist. please, if there's anything you can do--

no, she says, harsh. but then, she softens. you can go spend some time with the Boy, she tells you. he'll be glad to see you.

then why aren't you glad to see me? you want to say. you never do.

the Boy is often in his room, a fact you don't quite understand. his door is not locked - not like yours so often is - but he acts like it is. like it would be the hardest thing in the world to wrap his hand around the doorknob and step outside.

with that, you sympathize. your world is the House. what could possibly lie beyond?

the Boy is so, so kind to you. he treats you like something fragile, something delicate - like if he closes his eyes and opens them again, you'll vanish. gone, back to wherever you were before the House.

he stutters over your name, the syllables unfamiliar in his mouth.

is there something else you'd rather call me? you ask him.

...no, he says, not yet.

then when?

when it is your portrait on the wall? when the Woman sees you as an equal? when the Man finally tires of dressing you?

the Boy looks sad. because of you, perhaps. but when you rise to leave, his hand reaches out to catch yours.

you can stay, he says quietly. if you want.

you do want, so you stay.

i'm sorry, you say after a moment. if me being here... if it's making things hard for you.

it's all right, says the Boy, and he squeezes your hand. he is so very kind. but then he says: it's only temporary, after all.

what is?

you, he says. sooner or later, they'll get tired of you. sooner or later, they'll make a new one.

a new one. a new intern, a new model. a new family.

you think your heart would be pounding in your chest - if you had one.

HI NEMALI!!! my love!!! my insp!!

my god..... genuinely I adore your 2nd person pov writing, it just arrests me and I know it'll gut me sooner or later in the story and UGH!!

ALL YOU KNOW IS THE HOUSE!!! what an absolutely confusing situation. I just know Gabriel sanded her down just enough to not ask questions, but the right questions so she isn't boring to him.

"the Man has you pose for him often." SICKENING. and hello!!! emilie always haunting the narrative!!!

and Nathalie hating to face her--in some way, a cowards way out--but offering her a solace, a friend, someone who will genuinely and wholesomely be happy to see her. !!

"his door is not locked - not like yours so often is -" O H OH OH HELLO!! who locked it!!! does she understand on some level or is it Nathalie, protecting her, or Gabriel keeping her from leaving!!

him stuttering over her name and her asking if he'd rather something else GUTS me. the layers. "...no, he says, not yet." UGH!!! nemali please!!!

"you think your heart would be pounding in your chest - if you had one." EMMY ESCAPE THE HOUSE ESCAPE THE NARRATIVE I AM OUTSIDE THE GATE!!

thank you thank you thank you aaaaaa I genuinely LOVED this and I'm literally so over the moon at everyone who has sent in ideas and art and I love!!! this idea and how people are using it and yours, as always, are outstanding <3

oh emmy..... alexa play what was I made for.....!!!

[redbullgirly]

HI BARBIE! HI KEN! [part 2, LH44 smau]

Lewis Hamilton x reader

Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau]

Summary: Lewis and his "real life Barbie" girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, are enjoying each others company during winter break. February brings unexpected drama when the seven-time World Champion decides to leave his team... though is that the only surprise waiting for the fans?

Warnings: Little cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making part 3 soon enough :).

Author's Note: This is continuation of the Lewis x barbie!fashion!icon!reader request, hope you'll all like it. This time there wasn't so much of "barbie content", but I'm sure you won't mind. I honestly love this series, plus there are still many photos for me to use, so stay tuned and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! :)

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lewishamilton Happy holidays from our little trip to mountains 🏔

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user1 I swear to God this is the first time I see Lewis in snow

user2 ikr? like can he even sky? isn't it dangerous for him as an f1 driver??😭

yourusername merry christmas everybody, love u!!🎄🫶

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user3 Very happy and merry Christmas to you too Y/N🥰

user4 yeah yeah... but where's the usual christmas post y/n?!

user5 that's what I wanna know user5 😥

user6 She always posts the hot pics with their tree... and this year nothing ☹️

yourusername omg sry guys, i didn't think you'd care sm! i was actually sick on the christmas eve and didn't feel like celebrating 🙈💖

user4 ohhh that's totally okay y/n!!!!

user7 Thanks for replying, hope you'll get better soon!❤️‍🩹

charles_leclerc I see you're copying my training now😉

user8 lol charles just try not to fall on your face on ski

user9 no but can you imagine if we got Charles & Lewis training together in the mountains 😩

user10 It wouldn't even have to be in the mountains... I'd actually prefer them training somewhere hot so they don't have to wear shirts🤭

user9 i love your way of thinking girly

user11 King 👑

roscoelovescoco Mom's and dad's playing's in's the snow's ❄️

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user12 they left you home alone Roscoe?

roscoelovescoco Of course's not's... my auntie's watched's me's ☺️

user13 This is so adorable🥹🥹

user14 y'all don't understand how much I love their little family

user15 😘🖤✌️💯🌟

user16 y/n's ski suit looks so cool

fencer Good times man!

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user17 You are my God, Lewis Hamilton❤️

mercedesamgf1 Enjoy your holidays and don't break anything please!⛷🤍

yourusername trying!! 😊🌨

user18 lmfao

user19 Imagine if their best driver broke a leg or smth💀

user20 as a Lewis fan that'd be the last straw of my depression xd

user21 It's enough they couldn't build him a decent car last two years 🥲

user21 you & y/n are the best couple ever!🥰❤️

user22 Why's Lewis in red tho?

user23 sus 🤨

user24 some of you are truly bored and delusional🤣

user25 He probably has it so Y/N can see him on the slope and watches over him tbh

user26 idk where the narrative of lewis being bad at skying came from but i love it 😭

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lewishamilton replied to your story: Love you so much baby!❤️

yourusername love u too!!!💞

lewishamilton You are my brave girl, aren't you?

lewishamilton It's great you share your experience with others Y/N and trust me when I say I'll always be there for you 🫶🏾🫶🏾

yourusername awww lew, i know and i'll be always so grateful for it 🥰

lewishamilton Anything for my Barbie yourusername reacted with ❤️ to this message

user1 replied to your story: You and Lewis are just soooo cute omg

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story: forever y/n!!🤍🌺

yourusername ofc!!!

yourusername you're probably the only reason i hope the negotiations w ferrari will work out 🙈🤭

alexandrasaintmleux oh yeah, it'd be great to have you in the garage next year 💕

yourusername yeah, let's see what happens in few weeks!

user2 replied to your story: so prettyyyyyy i wanna be u

user3 replied to your story: THE IT GIRL

landonorris replied to your story: The question isn't if you'll be at every gp but if you'll come to McLaren hospitality for one of them😏

yourusername pretty sure mercedes wouldn't be happy about that 🫣

landonorris Oh c'mmon Y/NNNN

landonorris You promised me like ten years ago you'd come

yourusername you were a literal baby ten years ago lando...

landonorris But a cute baby who deserves to have you in McLaren hospitality!!!

yourusername okay okay, i'll come for a visit this year 😽

landonorris ONE HAMILTON DOWN TWO TO GO💪

yourusername what?? 😭

landonorris I decided my life goal is to get you, Roscoe and Lewis to be my fans 😁😁

landonorris Lewis can wait till retirement ofc 😁😁

yourusername idk if i hate you or love you mr. worldwide

landonorris 🤷😙

user4 replied to your story: Mommy and daddy fr

user5 replied to your story: 😍

user6 replied to your story: Hope you'll heal soon if you're still sick!!!

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yourusername my job is beach 🦀🐬🐚🪸☀️ (btw how many emojis is too much??)

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lewishamilton Isn't that supposed to be Ken's line darling?

yourusername theoretically... but i think i look better on the beach, don't you? 🤭🤷‍♀️

lewishamilton Well of course, your fashion taste when it comes to bikini is hard to beat ✨🫶🏾

yourusername damn are you saying i look hot in that bikini mr. hamilton? ☺️💞

lewishamilton It's Sir actually

yourusername oh shut up lew, i knew you're gonna bring it up 😭

landonorris I just witnessed Lewis openly flirting through instagram comments... the world won't ever be the same. I need to bleach my eyes 😓

yourusername yeah u should learn from my bf lando norizz

landonorris Heyyy this is online bullying, someone stop it

yourusername 😘😘

landonorris 🫤

user1 i have no idea what just happened but i loved every second of it

user2 It looks like when Lewis finally interacts with someone on instagram, it can get WILD

user3 not y/n using lando norizz 💀

user4 she's one of us now

user5 BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET Y/N & LEWIS ARE PLS?!!🥹

user6 Y/N living her best life and I'm here for it

francisca.cgomes enjoy!🌴

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yourusername thx kika, you too!!💓

user7 On my knees for you🛐🛐🛐

roscoelovescoco The fruit's on's the plane's was yummy's 😋🥗

yourusername i definitely agree, let's thank dad for spoiling us!💖

lewishamilton My favourites deserve only the best 😉

user8 AWWWW so cute

user9 I'll never understand why rich people torture their pets like this... c'mmon, why would you give fruit to a dog? He needs meat and dog food. 🙄😤

user10 tf user9 you clearly don't know them at all if you think they're torturing Roscoe... this dog has better life than most of us lol xd

yourusername i'd just like to make it clear to everyone that me and lewis take the best care of our dog we possibly can, give him the food he wants and needs and love him dearly. it feels very offending for someone who doesn't see into our private life to assume we're "torturing" roscoe. you'll be blocked user9 and goodbye

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user11 You know you fucked up when queen Y/N herself writes smth like this to you 🫢

user12 tell them girl!!! you & lew are literally the best parents to roscoe ever!!!❣️

user13 🔥😍

user14 THE BODY GIVING

kellypiquet Wow, the dress is so beautiful!💝

yourusername aww kelly thank you sm! definitely have to see each other soon 💕🫶

kellypiquet Can't wait for the girls talk!

user15 omg imagine listening to y/n y/l/n and kelly piquet casually having girls talk w each other 😫😫

user16 The tea has to be hot between the wags

user17 OMG, gorgeous as always 💖

user18 this couple has me in a chokehold

user19 RIGHT?! why is nobody talking about the 4th pic

user20 They're so hot fr 🥵

user21 and cute too🥺

user22 Love you Y/N 💋

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lewishamilton It's always important to focus on happy memories and remember the good moments with your loved ones. Couldn't ask for better people around me 🤞🏾💫

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user1 funny how he talks about positivity and then in the first picture he's holding middle fingers up lmfao XD

user2 Maybe he took Daniel's F.E.A. rule to his heart🤣

user3 what's that???

user2 Fuck 'em all

yourusername so lucky to have you around me lew! 🥰💗

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user4 stoppp I love her

user5 I wanna have what they have😩

charles_leclerc 🤞💫

user6 Ariana what are you doing here?!

user7 Beautiful 🙌❤️

user8 ohhh lew w his dad it's so cute

user9 His dad and Y/N in the same post... we are getting fed rn

neymarjr Amen brother!🙏❤️

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user10 I love their their friendship

user11 it's so unreal how the world is small and my fav football player is friends with my fav driver🤭

user12 THE MAN

user13 the second pic is adorable 🥹🥹

user14 I'm jealous but I don't know if I wanna be him or her

user15 honestly i wanna be the third person in their relationship... imagine dating y/n y/l/n & lewis hamilton all at once😩

user16 OMG REAL

user17 boyfriend lewis is my favorite 🫡

1st February 2024

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yourusername guess it's time to change colours ❤️🍓🌹🏎

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scuderiaferrari Welcome to the team, Y/N!❤️‍🔥🏎

user1 you'll make our fav wag depressed next year lol

user2 Ferrari made a master move here 👏

user3 welcome y/nnnnn 🥰

user4 I'm still shocked

user5 me too sis😭

user6 We all are 😃

user7 🔥🔥

user8 when the gf is posting about it, we know it's not just a joke anymore😥

user9 FORZA FERRARI

user10 omg me & y/n y/l/n will be fans of the same team!!!!

user11 literally the only good thing about this

alexandrasaintmleux red looks gorgeous on you 💋💋

yourusername on both of us babe 💋💋

user12 BESTIES

user11 okay this is another good thing about the whole lewis situation xd

user13 Y/N and Alex will be so iconic next year 🙇‍♀️

user14 literally life goals to be like them😍

user15 So excited for this🤩 favorite driver and favorite team and favorite wag🤝

user16 idc about ferrari, but y/n in red slays

user17 omg yessss she's so hot in that dress🥵

charles_leclerc And now you can't make fun of me and my therapist 😘

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user18 LOL

user19 not him admitting he goes to therapy bc of ferrari💀

user20 What about Carlos?? You said you come as a package 😡😪

user21 so true user20 it's so disrespectful towards carlos

user22 Guys calm down, this is their job and it's known for brutal driver switches. You'll have to deal with it, it's not personal business 🤷‍♂️

user23 yeah i don't think they're such good friends anyway... it was all for pr and marketing lmao

user24 I agree that it's just a sport, but pls don't do this to my charlos heart... their friendship HAS to be real😓

user25 Always support u and your boyfriend😉😉😉🙌🙌🙌

user26 Carlos deserved so much more!

user27 yes but she can't do anything about it girl, she's literally just dating Lewis 😐

user28 "Everybody is a Ferrari fan. Even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans." Vettel❤️

user29 i did not think it was real

user30 I need Lewis to comment something about this other than his statement pls 😭

user31 yeah i had high hopes bc he always comments and interacts w y/n's posts...

user32 Guess not this time😒

user33 Y/N unleashing more waves of chaos

user34 and we love our barbie for that 🤭

messages between Y/N and Lewis

THE END

Author's Note: Thank you for reading this! I'll appreciate likes, reblogs, comments, follow and any other way of support. Also, I started my taglist, so if you want to be added or removed, let me know! That way you!ll be first to know that another smau or story came out :). Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end, but don't worry, I plan on making another part. Have a great day!

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[thewriteadviceforwriters]

Romantasy: Where Magic Meets Swooning (And Why Readers Can't Get ENOUGH) ✨

Okay, let's talk about the genre that's absolutely DOMINATING the shelves right now: ROMANTASY.

If you've been anywhere near BookTok, Bookstagram, or even just wandered into a bookstore lately, you've seen these books taking over. You know the ones. gorgeous illustrated covers with gold foil, promises of spice levels that would make a dragon sweat, and worlds where magic and kissing are given equal importance. (Why is this actually hilariously accurate?)

But what exactly IS romantasy, and why has it exploded into the mainstream? I wanted to make a post breaking this genre down, and why it's been constantly filling the shelves in recent years lately.

What the heck is romantasy anyway?

Simply put, romantasy is the beautiful marriage of fantasy and romance where BOTH genres get equal billing. This isn't just fantasy with a romantic subplot or romance with a sprinkle of magic. It's a true genre hybrid where:

• The fantasy worldbuilding is rich and immersive

• The romance is central to the plot (not just tacked on)

• The stakes of both the romantic and fantasy elements matter EQUALLY

• The relationship development is given as much page time as the magic system

• Neither element would work without the other

Think of books like "A Court of Thorns and Roses," "Fourth Wing," "The Bridge Kingdom," or "These Hollow Vows." In these stories, the romance isn't just there to give the main character something to do between fighting monsters. It's an essential part of the narrative.

Why is romantasy EVERYWHERE right now?

I've been thinking about this A LOT, and here's my take on why romantasy has taken over:

1. It's filling a gap readers didn't know they had

For YEARS, fantasy and romance were kept separate like warring kingdoms. Fantasy was supposed to be "serious business" with maybe a chaste kiss at the end of book three. Romance was often confined to contemporary or historical settings.

Romantasy said "nope" to those artificial boundaries. It recognized that readers want BOTH the escape of fantasy AND the emotional satisfaction of romance. We want dragons AND kissing. We want political intrigue AND pining. We want magic systems AND mutual pining.

2. It's unapologetically centered on female desire

Let's be honest... a lot of romantasy is written by women, for women, about women's experiences. And it doesn't apologize for that!

In a publishing world that has historically prioritized male perspectives in fantasy, romantasy carves out space where female desire, both for power AND for partnership takes center stage.

3. It offers double the escapism

In times of stress (hello, past few years!), readers crave escape. Romantasy offers TWO forms of escapism in one package:

• The fantasy element lets us escape to another world entirely

• The romance element lets us escape into the emotional high of falling in love

It's like getting two dopamine hits for the price of one book!

4. Community and conversation

Romantasy has thrived in online spaces because it gives readers SO MUCH to talk about:

• Debating spice levels and content warnings

• Creating elaborate fan theories

• Discussing favorite tropes (enemies-to-lovers in a magical setting? YES PLEASE)

• Sharing fanart and aesthetics

The community aspect has turned romantasy from a genre into a lifestyle.

What does this mean for writers?

If you're thinking of dipping your toes into romantasy waters, here's what you need to know:

• Don't half-commit to either element. Your fantasy worldbuilding needs to be solid AND your romance needs to be compelling.

• Understand tropes and how to subvert them. Readers come for familiar comfort but stay for your unique twist.

• Balance your pacing. Romantasy readers expect both action sequences AND emotional development scenes.

• Consider your heat level intentionally. The market has room for everything from closed-door to explicit, but know where your story fits.

• Don't just copy what's selling. Find the romantasy story only YOU can tell.

The beautiful thing about romantasy is that it's still evolving. We're seeing more diverse pairings, more unique magic systems, more subversions of traditional fantasy structures. There's room for YOUR voice in this space!

So, are you working on a romantasy? What's your favorite blend of magical and romantic elements? I'm currently writing a Romantasy trilogy and it's been getting me more hyped about writing lately! If you want me to make a Romantasy Series, where I give you all my tips/tricks and advice and research on the genre! Let. Me. Know.

-Rin T.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - 2024 is Ending, Not With A Bang But With A Whimper

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Dec 2024 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Your Sky AKA How to Train Your Seme (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 12 - Oh they are so fucking cute. Lee maybe the best brother wingman ever in BL. He is so entirely on Fah’s side. And we get sweet soft first kisses with permission asked. Yeah!

Stupid phone call!

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 3 of 12 - Not gonna lie, hard call over whether this should take the top spot this week. I adore this show.

This lead pair is absolutely stunning. I love that the story is about external drama with others, not manufactured drama or miscommunication between the leads. In fact, the romance that we see developing is one characterized by careful attention, gentleness, and patience. They enjoy each other‘s company in a restful calming way. We are watching them become each other’s safe space. Neither of them realizing how much they needed that from the world. I hope the conflict stays external and they get to evolve as a couple while narrative tension stays external.

Love Sick 2024 (Sun iQIYI) ep 15 end - i’m quite pleased that they kept most of the stuff in the forest. And I actually like that they swapped it around so that this was the end of the series. I think it makes for a better more solid ending. I'm disappointed that 10 years on and PhunNoh still don't get to have a decent kiss. Since I think the new pair would’ve done fine with it. In the end I think neither Love Sick really come out on top. They’re both represent their time although this new one was oddly nostalgic.

I chronicaled my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here including ep-by-ep recaps and ratings, as well as a summary judgement over all. Spoiler...... all that work and it was, ultimately, a draw. I guess 10 years a not all THAT much has changed in Thail BL. Therefore this Love Sick gets the same as the original, 7/10 

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - I love the tension and the slow rollout of the secret being revealed. It’s really beautifully done. Joong is knocking his role out of the park, I have to say. He’s kind of stealing this show for me. Also I loved the foreshadowing of drawing the make up tears on his face and then, of course, us knowing that there will be tears from Fidel in this episode once he knows The Truth. Very nice, boyos.

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 13 of 16 - I think i love Arthirt best in the world. love seeing someone more an arse than Johan. To Johan. Also, by all means take Ngern's shirt off. We all being all kinds of respectful on this side of the screen. Pinky promise.

Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 8 of 10 - Adorable date and sweet kisses. But NGL this episode was a bit boring for me.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 9 of 24 - I think that I like ForceBook best when they are just being casual long-term boyfriends together. You know, chwill chwill sabai sabai. I see Santa is back in his "punk ass little brother" role. Suits him well enough. But I have to say that Junior is absolutely stealing this show. He’s truly stellar. Meanwhile, what an adorable hug and meet cute. I enjoyed the ending of this episode. I admit, I’m not sold on the new pair, but I’m more willing to give them a chance now then I was when this was first announced.

Secret Love 60-81 end - what a very odd show. But I forgive a lot for pining semes and the stepbrother trope. 7/10

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 8 of 11 - oh its so painful. No one does this level of suffering like Japan. Just press that bruise and feel the sticky sweet ache.

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 13 - it is all very important and absolutely adorable but where Sean just kind gestures desperately at the bed and Shao Peng muscles him into it was absolutely fantastic. All the picking up and tossign arroudn and smily fun kissing in the shower. It'll all just GREAT. Also, THAT pregnancy line was epic. 

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 3 of 12 - It's actually quite sweet. Tonally quite odd, and definitely jarring when pitted agains the rest of the end of year offerings, but I think I like it? I don’t know where it’s going. Or what it’s doing. And I don’t entirely trust it. Because of the production house track record. But I am enjoying it. Also, the horny herb drug is back. This is a seriously old trope. Like 1970s old romance trope.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 13 of ? - I'm bored.

It's airing but......

Spare Me Your Mercy (Thurs iQIYI) finished it's run. I don't know what to do. Reviews are all over the damn place. Do I watch?

Be Moon - Falling for my enemy's son (China YT) movie from HBD Studio. I can't find it. You?

Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai ???) - has been picked up to air on WeTV, or something? Criminals who meet in prison fall in love. I did find it on YouTube, initially un-subbed, then subs happened by which time I got distracted. It is very pulp but intriguing. For now it's to the wayside until someone tells me it landed safely. Occasionally Thai pulps want to be edgy and it's not a good look on them. But sometimes they do good.

The Renovation (Thai mini One31) 2 eps - Writer turns his blossoming romance with holiday resort owner into a novel. Is it worth tracking down? That is the question.

0.5D (Japan ????) 4 eps - Supposedly a now completed short. "Sales ace, Sada, has a secret that only his junior, Daiki, knows. He has pretended to have a gf for years, resulting in him being a virgin. But now Sada has fallen in love. Confused, Sada seeks advice from his junior." I sense another queer Cyrano De Bergerac. I can't find and it's got very poor reviews, so Imma stop looking. Info here.

It Ended But?

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun Viki) paused at eps 9-10 of 12 - I have been told the ending is OK if not great. I just haven't been inspired to watch.

In Case You Missed it

I've started my end of year wraps. Here's the 2024 Trend Report. My best of year wards are still to come. Watch this space.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Final still to come in 2024:

12/29 Sangmin Dinneaw (Thai Sun iQIYI) ??eps - trailer Childhood friends (Thai & Korean) reunite after being apart for ten years. As the boys reconnect, their bond matures and feelings of romance develop.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

BEST BOY. (Your Sky)

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[possesseddesiress]

Bass Drop: Body Swap

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue.

All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Bass Drop: Body Swap (English Version) + Extended version

I hated my brother. He was five years older than me, and we were definitely polar opposites in every way. If you ever saw us on the street, I don't think you'd ever think we had any blood ties; and in personality, it was the same.

He was the typical athlete: big, strong, muscular and handsome, he had the girls at his feet and everything went well for him.

And on the other side was me. Thin, small, with geeky tastes and incredibly clumsy. He always used to tease me about my looks, making derogatory comments about how I looked like spaghetti or that without an ounce of muscle I was a girl. I was fed up, but what could I do? No doubt years and years of him teasing me had somehow made me get used to it all. Until the day the glass finally fell over.

— Please, Chris, I want to go to the concert, you know how much I love electronic music!

— I already told you no, shorty - my brother mumbled as he saw what clothes he would wear tomorrow for EDC.

One of the most important music concerts, and the one I wanted to go to with all my might. It was clear that I was a fan of the music, although I was also curious about the whole atmosphere there. The guys used to wear clothes so tight that they left nothing to the imagination, suspenders, bows, harnesses. It looked like a gay pride parade if you saw it up close, and I want to see it.

— You and your friends have an extra ticket! Let me go! Chris, please! - I begged him while he just ignored me.

— And that ticket we're going to sell, pff. How do you think we're going to pay for part of the other tickets? Reselling is good business.

— Then I'll pay you, sell it to me

I said, almost on the verge of despair. My brother stopped what he was doing, only to let out a mocking laugh in my face.

– You're not going, silly - he denied still laughing - not even mom and dad are going to let you go in the first place.

– Yes they will, just give me the ticket!

– No - he said sharply - I'm not going to sell it to you even if you give me extra money, this is only for real men, not wimps like you - he boasted. Widening his chest with mockery.

I could only press my lips together in anger before leaving his room to lock myself in mine. I felt so much annoyance, anger and rage at that moment, but what could I do? He was older and even worse. He would go to the concert.

Defeated, I sat on the bed. For a while I was crestfallen until I felt my cell phone buzz, I picked it up to see the loading screen, as if it had just updated. Once it was back to normal, I couldn't help but notice that there was a new app called "Possess".

I opened it right away, noticing the slightly odd interface and the app's instructions, "Possess whoever you want. Select the data."

There was a section to enter my data and the other person's data. I felt ridiculous, I even thought it was a virus, although curiosity called me to give it a try. I filled in both fields and clicked on the button that said "Own", it stayed loading.

And nothing happened in a minute, I clicked the button again to get the same result over and over again.

Annoyed, I threw my phone across the room, to close my eyes, tired and annoyed at not being able to go to the concert of my dreams.

The next morning, I felt very different. Heavy... yet strangely invigorated, I opened my eyes, confused as I looked around, I was no longer in my room but my brother's room. It smelled of sweat, there were sports posters, cars and so on on the walls, a typical sportsman's room. I stood up confused.

– Chris?... - I mumbled. Noticing my new baritone. I looked down, only to find my brother's big muscles that now seemed to be mine – Oh fuck!

I couldn't help but scream. I began to explore my new body, caressing my pecs and abs, my huge biceps. God, he was huge!

I smiled in satisfaction at my new body, I even felt the outline of my new member, my unhappy brother certainly got the best genes.

I was still lost in that exploration of myself, with my new smell, I think I could spend hours smelling myself... but then I remembered the concert, now I could go and there would be nothing to stop me!

Without waiting a second longer, I started getting dressed up for the festival, I would have liked to wear some revealing and tight fitting clothes on my older brother's body... but there was nothing in his closet that would stick to that fantasy, so I just put on some jogger pants, and a sweatshirt tied at the waist, I looked kind of silly.... But hey.

My brother's body was hot, who cared if he looked ridiculous, you better see the size of these pecs!

I also put on some sunglasses and painted my new body with neon paint. Once I was ready, I took my brother's car to go straight to the festival. I thought it would be hard to learn how to drive, but the moment I touched the steering wheel, it was like an automatic knowing it.

I felt a strange thrill akin to excitement as they scanned my ticket and let me in, the music booming loudly. There were thousands and thousands of people in outlandish costumes, dancing or just chatting.

My heart was pounding. For some reason, I felt small and misfit, even being in such a huge body; it wasn't long before several people started noticing me, and smiling at me.

They were looking at me. They were... Flirting? For some reason, that seemed to be an adrenaline rush to boost my confidence. I stuck out my chest in a self-centered way, moving through the crowd, smiling at the occasional guy who kept overlooking my body. Gosh... it felt so good to be this muscular.

The rest of the evening and day I did nothing but dance, listen to the music and admire my new attributes from time to time. Caressing my pecs, or feeling my arms.

Or my scent, it took all my willpower not to start sniffing and licking my armpits right there. Although, what if I did? Others would surely be attracted to all the acting of this body, after all, I now had the physique of a god.

I also loved to notice how other guys tried to flirt with me, carelessly squeezing my biceps or directly staying inches away from my lips with theirs, one even almost sniffed my armpit under the pretext that it was a joke!

The music was vibrating loudly, every now and then I would raise my arms to make them flex, seemingly dancing. Everything felt great, the attention, the music, the smell!

Believe it or not, so many guys dancing for hours on end really put a stink in the air. But fuck... It didn't bother me, I loved it. I could feel my brother's relief stiffen every time the smell hit my nose. Maybe my brother's body could be straight with him in control, but with me controlling him...

At first I tried to restrain myself and show "respect" to his body, it had already been crossing a boundary to have stolen the festival experience from him and become him. Although that feeling lasted for at least about 10 minutes before I remembered all the hell he was making me live through on a daily basis - 《 Fuck it, what does it matter if I do something that affects him? It's my turn to enjoy 》

I could feel the stares of several guys. Some muscular, others slim or with defined bodies, but they all shared one thing: They were ogling this body.

I smiled egocentrically, raised my arms to flex them, swelling my big, strong biceps. It was like making them drool.

Although in that process, I could smell something... heck. I forgot to put on deodorant. My brother had a very strong, musky, potent scent that immediately made me gasp when I smelled it. I lifted my armpit, and unable to contain myself any longer, I began to sniff and lick it, enjoying the stench of my new body.

This seemed to disgust some of the guys, but others were even more interested by this act. In a matter of mere seconds, I had at least seven guys of all complexions surrounding me, taking a bit of advantage of the darkness in the area to move their hands all over my muscles.

One was on my relief, another took my pecs, another my buttocks, even my arms and abdomen, it was as if no inch of my body was left unattended.

But, hey... This body belongs to a god. And it deserves to be worshipped. So if they want to play, let them play. I don't give a fuck if someone records and they notice my "brother" behaving like this. It's my body now. And if I want him to be addicted to flexing his arms and smelling his own scent, so be it.

I closed my eyes, lost in all that adrenaline until I heard a familiar voice.

–Chris?!?

Shit. I opened my eyes quickly to meet the gaze of Mauricio, one of my brother's best friends, I was about to get nervous. But I preferred to put on an indifferent and cold face.

– Sup, bro? - I lifted my armpits a little more so that my new admirers would continue in despair. Which caused commotion in the guy.

Mauricio was certainly cute, a little dark, strong and huge... and apparently his suit left nothing to the imagination, he didn't even look like one of those typical "straight" suits that were simply a sport shirt. He was wearing a denim suit, tight and flashy. He looked so good...

– What the fuck, dude? You didn't answer your cell phone for hours! And what are you doing!

He clearly looked upset, but I just smiled arrogantly at him.

– Well, I had other plans. Sorry I didn't call, I guess. Don't be so dramatic - I let out a deep laugh.

– Are you on drugs? What's wrong with you? Hey! What with Samantha!?

Ah, so that's the name of the new girl my brother has a crush on, interesting to know now.

– Nah, bro. I'm completely lucid, and I don't know. I think I like men more now - I smiled –And from what I see, maybe you do too.

I lowered my gaze, pointing to the relief forming on his face. The sportsman immediately covered himself up; I was loving the whole performance, although it seemed that my new admirers got bored because little by little they ended up dispersing until there were none left.

I took advantage of that to shorten the distance, immediately approaching to cling to his contour.

– Bro! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

– I don't know, dude. Maybe I realized that you are very hot - I murmured to finally kiss him with intensity, it was inconclusive until he ended up kissing me again. I felt how he grabbed me by the waist to stick me to him.

– Chris... - he murmured panting. I moved closer to him to lift his armpit and start sniffing it, it smelled even better than my brother's...

– What? - I said still nonchalantly.

All that adrenaline was taking me through the roof, I could feel the outline of my brother's armpit against his underwear and leave it a little damp. I didn't care if it ruined his friendship with Mauricio, if his other friends or his social circle found out. Fuck, if his college found out about all this, even better.

God, it's so cool to be my big brother!

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I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages.

This will be my new account, I hope you like the stories that are coming soon. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[galedekarios]

this is a personal vent post so please let me just get it all out without trying to come at me lol:

so many ppl saying they respect larian's decision to peace out and not deal with hasbro/wotc, but i have to be honest, i don't respect them at all.

they are leaving a game behind that is unfinished and a narrative mess.

they leave a game behind where everyone paid the same amount of money for it, yet depending on which character you prefer, you get less content.

the disparity between everyone else and their writer's pet ast*rion is insane. he has a half to a third more content depending on which character you compare him to.

they leave behind a sparse act 2, which is already so barren compared to act 1 and all it had to offer. act 3 is a narrative mess and lacks structure.

they leave a game behind where they made promises a handful of weeks before release where they ought to have known that they, in fact, will not be delivering said promises: access to the upper city, consequences for playing certain races across the acts (playing a drow is going to be different in act 1 and gives you advantages vs act 3 where it would give you understandable disadvantages), etc etc etc.

they leave behind a game where content was cut from the companions to make it seem like the origins have something to offer when that system is barely able to compare what origin playthroughs offered in dos2 and it hurts the game and the experience (like tara being cut for companion gale).

they leave behind a game where they promised to much variety and proclaimed in panels from hell how they struggled to show the width and depth of the game, but really? it's about as deep as a puddle. a lot of the choices do not matter. kill ethel? nah, she's alive and well in the city. no sister hags to be angry here. give karlach no infernal iron and never talk to her at all? doesn't matter, she'll survive until the end of act 3 and will still call you her bff. dissuade gale to use the orb? we'll make sure he'll still offer 3 more times just in case. send yenna away from camp bc you don't want her there? doesn't matter, she'll stay. and yes, i'm aware these are all small things, but they are part of a larger problem. almost nothing you do truly matters to the point of where i just skip most things in act 1 and 2 now.

they leave behind a game that they promise to still patch, but some things have been broken since early access / release to the point of where i'm like i'm sorry, but your word that you will continue to patch things means about as much to me as all the other empty promises. the dialogue about morena dekarios is still broken and it's been over half a year now. the astral sea scene has low-res body textures for months. i know from mutuals who love minthara that her romance is still broken. and i could go on and on.

and what gets me the most about this is all is that they have learned nothing at all from dos2: act 3 of that game was so bugged and all over the place that i couldn't muster up the motivation to finish it the first time i played. they neglected a character to the point of where he could have been removed from the game or made a general hireling (beast).

those issues were at least attempted to be fixed in the definitive edition.

with swen saying that there will be no new content anymore and stating that both bg3 and its characters are now property of wotc/hasbro, it seems unlikely we'll even get an attempt of a fix.

so what this boils down to to me is just another game company not delivering on their promises after overselling their product and more or less abandoning it after a year to move onto the next big thing.

i don't think i can respect that ngl.

[bangtanhoesthings]

This might raffles some feathers.

We can all agree that in whatever capacity you view Jimin and Jungkook, these two are pretty close and their bond beautiful to watch.

There have been so many moments between the two that have made us go aaaawwww 🥺🥺 and huh 🤔🤔🤔 wtf?

But I will never understand a sub-sect of people who choose to tie everything these two do to the other or over analyse their interactions.

Example number 1, this live Jimin did.

1. When he showed his feet against the back drop of the moon lamp. I have seen so many videos of it's not his foot, that's JK's. Like btch, no. It is his, what are you on?

2. The snore that some people may have or may have not heard and guess who they believe it is? The are 8 billion people in the world. It could have been anyone. ANYONE!

Example 2, this Jimin live, again.

When Like Crazy got to number 1, Jimin came to express his gratitude like the sweetheart he is. And cue " I heard the sound of lips smacking. He wiped saliva off his lips. He kissed JK before he came live"

Um...

Example 3

Others who push the narrative based on photos and still images "Jungkook only looks adoringly at Jimin."

He does this with all the members. The guy was born with stars in his eyes. Have you seen him around Namjoon? He melts.

And the adoration he has for his leader shines through. He looks at Namjoon like he hung the moon.

An argument can be made that the bonds are different. Which yes is true. It is the analysis of pictures and looks that I find questionable. These guys adore the other members and I can give you a plethora of photos of them doing just that.

So reducing the bond of Jimin and Jungkook to glances and photos makes me question your reasoning skills. I am all for people enjoying the Jikook bond in whatever way they deem fit but please don't let your love for Jikook turn you into conspiracy theorists.

There are so many things that you can derive your joy from like AYS, GCF Tokyo, all the shenanigans these two have engaged in, their lives where they comment and talk to each other, heck the live Jungkook did dedicated to Jimin content. There is so much stuff to enjoy. Is it not enough? With how some people are moving, next will be zooming in solo photos of JM or JK and saying a reflection of a plant is whoever is not in the picture.

Anyway, enough yapping from me.

Go stream Seven and Who.

Please stay sane. Delulu is not always the solulu.

Much love 🫶🏾😘

[pisstintedglasses]

Diary of a Horny Man

Landlord!Park Jongseong-Jay x Tenant!Reader

warnings: BDSM, unsafe sex (don't copy them), dacryphilia, begging, brat, POV, rough sex, daddy dom!Jay, loud af, dubcon, cnc

Chapter 4 - It's Missing!

After Jay's little stumble with you, he'd felt some invisible strings pull him back to his room at the building. He has a place of his own, but he still chose to stay here to assist his tenants due to them already being aged and ergo; more vulnerable.

His room was satiated next to the room of Old George and Evelyn Ball. They were like his second set of parents after he moved here years ago. So when he finally owned the place, he made sure to take over the room next to theirs. 

Still, even with his profound affection towards the old couple, he still wanted to keep some of his life private. Hence why he kept the BDSM room as far away from theirs as possible. He's had it there since the first few months he's moved in. Using it as his scapegoat with his girlfriend (at the time) from all the old people that surrounded him all day. 

In the first few months he'd move in, he was happy he's gotten his own place, where he could fuck his girlfriend anywhere and anytime she asked for it. But there came a problem. He couldn't get hard at all, since his neighbors' faces would flash in his mind at the worst possible moments.

He wanted a place that made him forget about all the wrinkly, old grannies that babied him throughout the day, so that when he finally had some time alone with his girl, he won't have trouble getting hard. 

So, like any supportive girlfriend, she helped him transform his extra storage room in what it was now. They both loved the idea of it. After they tried out bondage for the first time, they experimented with a bunch of other sex-related shit.

And each time they did, he wrote about it in his sex journal. One he was sure he had tucked away in the depths that is under his bed. He was in a giddy mood and wanted to reminisce his spicy past, so he bent down and rummaged his hand beneath the bed. He waited for the contact of the leather with his fingertips, but it never came. All he felt was the soft fur of Evelyn's cat. He always hid there for some reason.

Baffled, he stood up and searched his bookshelf. Perhaps he'd read it one night and propped it there with all his other books, but no. It wasn't there. 

"Where the hell could I have left it." He pondered before a thought sprung to mind. Had he left in in the other room?

Discomfort and worry settled in his gut at the thought of you finding it, so in a state of panic, he attempted to look for the key to the other door. The one that wasn't in your room. After all, he couldn't just barge in to your flat and say, "Oh there's a hidden room full of sex toys next to your bedroom and I accidentally left my diary there, could I fetch it real quick?".

But, as if God was playing a punishment on him too, they key was nowhere to be found. He needed to find that journal immediately.

That very journal that was being gone through by you, in your bed, under the covers with a cute little nightlight illuminating the contents of the narrative that did NOT match its energy at all.

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December 11

Tonight was even wilder than yesterday. She practically begged me to use her as a cock sleeve this time. Just let me use her mouth however I pleased. I was against the idea at first, knowing I had the tendency to lose control, but she insisted.

So, as per usual, we got right into it. At first, I acted like a virgin getting his first blowjob, unsure where to put my hands as I let her do as she pleased and just admired. The way her red lipstick marked red rings along my cock looked so hypnotic.

She was on her knees again, lips around my cock like she belonged there—but something was different tonight.

Not in how good it felt—her mouth was always heaven, warm and wet and sinful—but in the way she looked up at me. Less playful. More annoyed.

Her pace was perfect, her lipstick a mess of red rings up and down my shaft. But then she pulled off with a loud pop, wiping spit from her chin with the back of her hand. "Jay."

I blinked, still half-dazed. "Yeah?"

"You're just gonna sit there?" Her tone was sharp. Not angry, but close. Challenging. "Let me suck you off like it's a favor, and not... what I need?"

"I thought you liked being in control," I muttered, breath still catching from her last swirl of tongue.

She narrowed her eyes. "Oh, I do. But that's not what I asked for tonight."

Before I could respond, she crawled up onto the bed, straddling my lap with a glare that dared me to move. "I told you. I wanted to be used."

I exhaled slowly, jaw tightening. "You know what happens when I lose control."

"I'm counting on it." She grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to her throat, where I could feel her pulse—fast, hot, excited. "You think I didn't notice how bad you wanted to ruin me last time? You held back."

My fingers twitched.

Her lips curled, wicked. "Stop treating me like I'll break, Jay. I want you rough. I want you to pin me down, fuck my mouth until I can't speak, hold my throat like you own me."

She leaned in until her breath hit my ear, soft and threatening all at once. "Use me."

Chuckling, I reach a hand behind her head and bunching her hair up into a messy ponytail. "I just don't want to hurt you, princess." Her head drew closer to my cock as she gave it a long, seductive lick. From the balls, the n the underside, all the way to the tip, which she popped in her mouth and sucked it like a pacifier.

Moans elicited from the back of my throat. Her headgame was always heavenly. "So pretty.." I was always vocal with praises. Whether it be during sex or just while we did nothing. And everytime, she loved it. Playfully rolling her eyes before she sunk down and took me all the way in her throat.

Since she saw no initiative from me, she took matters into her own hands. She took the handcuffs we recently bought and tied me to the bed. "Oh? I thought you wanted me to use you. Change of mind?" 

"Oh we'll get there, baby." She gave my cheeks a few gentle pats and went back to work on my dick. After maybe 15 minutes, I was already so close, the way her throat constricted around me made me last shorter than usual. But she pulled off me and blocked my tip with her thumb, earning a troubled whine from me.

"Oh no, sweetie. You aren't getting your reward immediately. You gotta earn it first." I didn't know what gimmick she had up her sleeve, or tucked between her tits, but the smirk she plastered on her face meant nothing but trouble. 

And my suspicions were right. She'd edged me for so long, I felt myself going crazy. Trying to chase the sweet release that never came. She'd literally block the path to my euphoria. 

"Baby take off these fucking cuffs." I grunted. All I wanted right now was to force her to take me down her throat as I paint it with my cum. Maybe even my piss. Ugh such nasty thoughts. See how crazy she drove me?

Normally, piss would be out of the question. But at the moment, all I wanted was for her to drink me up.

And it seems like this was her plan all along. To drive me insane enough, lose control and let lust take over. She waited for a few beats before she shook her head no and edged me more. When she deemed me as feral enough, she finally undid the cuffs. My wrist were bruised from resisting around them too much, but that was the least of my worries.

As soon as those lousy scraps of metal were discarded, I pounced onto her, my hands traveled all over her body. And all she did was giggle. "I guess your hands missed me."

I stared at her for a bit and chuckled. "Lay your head on the edge of the bed." Excitedly, she pressed a kiss on the top of my nose before she did as told. She was virtually beaming with eagerness as she saw me walk over and point the tip of my dick to her.

Then, without warning, I shoved it in and immediately started thrusting. The sinful sounds of her choking filled my bedroom. A part of me felt bad, but my dick's brain kept yelling; "She fucking wanted this."

And it was evident. Your thighs rubbed against each other. Thankfully, Jay wasn't too keen on getting revenge on you, as he slid a hand to your core and toyed with it, noticing how slick you got from sucking him off alone.

"Hmm.. acting like a hardcore mommy-dom mistress when all you wanted was for me to treat you like a goddamn fleshlight. You'd make an amazing actor, baby. Like in roleplay. We should definitely try that sometimes." I felt her pussy clench. 

"What do you think we shoud try?" thrust. "Maybe we could do ddlg.." thrust. "Or puppy dog and her owner..." thrust. "Maybe stepsiblings?". At each word, her pussy throbbed. "I bet you're into just about anything, aren't you?"

She tried nodding, letting out a few squeaks of agreement, but was futile when my dick was literally abusing her larynx. "Mhm? Yeah, you like that?"

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Clothes were gone in seconds. I didn't undress her gently—I yanked her panties down, tore open the last button of her shirt. She gasped when the cold air hit her skin, and again when I didn't bother with foreplay.

She was already soaked—of course she was. She'd been edging me for almost an hour, getting off on the frustration building under my skin. And now she was going to pay for it.

I grabbed her thighs and pushed them apart with force, settling between them with my cock hard and aching. I lined myself up and didn't wait for a cue. I shoved in—deep, fast.

She choked on a scream.

"Fuck—Jay—"

"Too much?" I hissed, though I didn't slow down.

"No," she moaned, eyes rolling. "Not enough."

I grunted, thrusting hard enough to make the bed creak beneath us. Every movement was raw, uncontrolled. Animalistic. Her hands fisted in the sheets, gasping as I fucked her like I wanted to break something.

"You wanted me like this?" I growled. "Wanted to drive me insane until I stopped being gentle?"

"Yes—yes, I wanted you wild—"

I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at me.

"Then take it," I snarled. "Take all of it."

She moaned louder when I pressed a hand to her throat—not choking, just holding her there, reminding her who was in charge now.

"You're mine," I told her. "You ask to be used, and you beg for more. Say it."

She trembled beneath me, wrecked and euphoric.

"I'm yours," she gasped. "Your cock sleeve, your toy, whatever you need—just don't stop—"

I kissed her hard enough to bruise, hips slamming into hers as her body seized under mine, every muscle straining. 

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You had to close the book in order to breathe. This part was intense, and it was just the second day of many. So you swallowed your bewilderness and went right back to reading, You still had 4 hours before the potluck started anyway. 

Multiple chapters later, you found out they really did venture in roleplay. Not only that, but they also began to buy toys and used them on each other. You were so invested in the vivid recollections he wrote in honor of his late-night venture with his girl. He must have really loved her. But why was she out of the picture now? 

Did they break up? Were the details of their breakup also written here? You were more than eager to know. So you skimmed through day after day, and then you found something. Not the reason of their break, but the reason of why they made the hidden room, instead.

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January 3

We were back at it—different day, same tension. She was curled up next to me, wearing one of my shirts and nothing else, trailing her fingers down my stomach with that look she always gave me right before things got unholy.

Her lips ghosted over mine, whispering, "Want you inside me. Now."

And I did.

God, I wanted to. My hands were already exploring her, my mouth at her neck, hips rolling instinctively—but below the belt?

Nothing.

Not even a twitch.

She noticed immediately. Pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow. "You okay?"

I let out a breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Yeah, I just... give me a sec."

She didn't move away, didn't laugh or tease. Just watched. Concerned, but chill. "What's wrong?"

I groaned and laid back against the pillow. "You're gonna think I'm insane."

"Baby," she said softly, brushing her fingers through my hair. "You could tell me you accidentally killed a plant and I'd still suck you off. Try me."

I stared at the ceiling for a long beat. Then said it.

"I can't stop picturing the old ladies from the unit across the hall."

There was a pause.

"...What?"

"Like mid-thrust in my brain, and boom—Mrs. Ball and her damn floral nightgown. Asking me if I've brought back her Tupperware."

Her lips twitched.

I groaned again. "I'm cursed. I'm being haunted by the horny ghosts of the HOA."

That was it—she lost it, rolling off me and laughing so hard she snorted.

"Oh my God, Jay—what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I don't know!" I laughed, covering my face. "I was just trying to focus and then suddenly it was like... I don't even know what triggered it! Maybe the way the hallway smelled earlier? Or her damn cat staring at me."

She was still giggling as she crawled back over, straddling me again. "So you're telling me... I'm here, dripping wet, begging for you... and all you can see is three old ladies playing bridge and gossiping about their arthritis?"

"Yes!" I groaned, defeated.

She pressed a kiss to my forehead. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Don't leave me like this," I mumbled.

"Oh, don't worry." Her voice dropped a little, sultry again. "We're gonna exorcise those old hags real quick."

Her hand slid lower, fingers brushing teasingly against my thigh. "I'll make you forget everything but me."

And she did just that. But the morning after this incident, we ultimately decided to renovate the storage room into a makeshift sex room, since it was a room farthest away from the door that faced the other ladies' rooms, I'd be far away from them as I could be.

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You giggled at the chapter. So that's why this was built? 

You got answers, but not to the question that chipped away at your brain most. Yet, you thought it'd sufice for now. Especially since you noticed the time, the potluck was only an hour away! Damn, did I really just spend 4 hours reading Jay's sex book..?

Shaking your midlife crisis away, you bolted out of bed and went to reheat the pasta you rushed making earlier. Once the clock struck 9:20, you headed down to the lobby. Just at the 2nd floor's stairway, you could already hear the chatter of the old ladies. They were always gossiping away while their husbands drunk root beer in silence. 

You scanned the crowd looking for a fresh, young face amongst the sea of white hair, and there you found him. With his brows furrowed, seemingly deep in thought. He looked a bit disheveled. What the hell? He was just a smiley beam of sunshine but now his fair was messy, and his sweater was a bit... dusty? 

Almost as if.. he was just desperately looking for something he couldn't find? As if something was missing. And you happened to know exactly what that something was. You were currently the one who possessed it. 

Your eyes met his and he gave you another one of those glares of his. Well, the angsty Jay is back. Maybe he only looked soft this morning 'cause you made him laugh.

You descended the stairs and set the dish down, letting a few of the seniors taste it and gain a ring of praises. After being complemented by everyone else, you walked up to Jay in hope of a conversation that didn't entail you being gushed over. 

"Hey, you okay?" you asked with much skepticism, to which he replied, "Why the hell wouldn't I be?" 

"Come on JJ. We're the only young-uns here. If there's anyone you could talk to about being tired, it's me." You could clearly see him debate with his inner monologue about this before he relented. He didn't lie in his claims in the journal; he is easily swayed. 

His lips formed a pout as he thought out how to open up without admitting he'd lost something as trivial as a diary. A sex diary, no less. He had no doubt you'd laugh in his face if he were to openly confess it. But little did he know, you were already halfway done with his little diary.

"Ugh, I.. I had this book and I think I misplaced it. Now I think it's missing. I spent all afternoon looking for it but I didn't have any luck."

// to be continued //

The entire series > Clique here

CHAPTER 5 - I KNOW WHERE IT IS

[pink-amethyst-tarot]

Looking for a sign?

a pick-a-card reading

Take a deep breath and let your intuition guide you. In the end, only you know what is truly best for you.

P I L E 1 P I L E 2 P I L E 3

pile 1

"You are a badass being, full of life, love & possibilities. Through this deck, may you find a path to your best self." Modern Witch Tarot Deck, Lisa Sterle

Page of Swords, Queen of Pentacles, Eight of Pentacles, Ten of Cups, The Emperor, Seven of Swords

It seems you are looking for the joy in life and you have been working really hard to find it. The thing is, you might be looking in the wrong places. You're looking right when you should be looking left. You aren't seeing your potential and how powerful, beautiful and magnificent you are. The things that you are trying to manifest want to come to you but you first have to look within.

Card from the Angel Answers Oracle Deck: Don't Stop!

I am reading this as your angels telling you that you are doing so well, even if things are uncomfortable right now. You have made amazing progress, and you should acknowledge that. If you look back on who you used to be and where you used to be, you will notice that you have made some amazing strides forward. Don't give up on you. There is a reality that you want to live in and it's calling for you, but it can get to you if you don't meet it in the middle.

I hope you enjoyed this reading, if you would like to get a more person look into your situation, see this post.

pile 2

Six of Swords, Three of Swords, Five of Wands, Death, The World, Ace of Swords

Change is inevitable. There is a change that you have been resistant to because you don't want to be uncomfortable. You're so used to one side of the river, you're afraid to even think about going to the other side. This thing you are avoiding, it's not what you think it is. Change, good or bad, can be uncomfortable. It's still going to happen, though. You will not be able to please everyone but you will be happier, in the end. It's not your problem if there are people that don't understand what you're doing or what you want. They are either along for the ride or they can stay home. You know what the right choice is.

Card from the Angel Answers Oracle Deck: YES

There's your answer. The answer is yes. I'm hearing Say Yes by Floetry; all you gotta do is say yes, don't deny what you feel. Once again you know what you need to do, what you want to do. You just wanted someone else to say it so I'm saying it. Don't think of all the reasons why you think it's a flute. Your angels/guides/the universe doesn't do flukes. If it's for you, it will find you. The answer is yes. Yes.

I hope you enjoyed this reading, if you would like to get a more person look into your situation, see this post.

Pile 3

Queen of Wands, Ace of Wands, The Devil, Temperance, King of Wands, Justice

First thing I heard was, "leave him alone." Now, this is a general reading so apply the pronouns and genders this will apply to. You are doing something that you know is wrong but it feels damn good. It makes you feel powerful. You're aware that something is off. Maybe a power imbalance. If you don't cut this out now, it will bite you in the ass very quickly and painfully. It's time for you to take control of the narrative again and do right by yourself.

Card from the Angel Answers Oracle Deck: NOT THE RIGHT TIME and NO!

This has HEEEEELL NO energy to be quite frank. Whatever you are doing or planning to do, just don't. Just avoid the mess and drama while/if you can.

I hope you enjoyed this reading, if you would like to get a more person look into your situation, see this post

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. These readings are not a substitute or replacement for any professional help or services. My readings are not a substitute for any form of professional legal, medical/psychiatric, relationship, religious/spiritual or financial/ business advice nor consultations. You should always see a professional legal/trained adviser for help in any matter. I am not responsible for any decisions/ actions you take.

[imaginespazzi]

i wanna get on the pazzi train so bad but paige moves so weird that i want better for azzi. flirting with someone on live, entertaining tiktoks of people thirsting over you, idk it's just mad weird and it makes me think there's no way they're together and if they are then azzi's putting up with a lot of shit and i don't like that.

Stay off the train 🙏🏾😑

You know I was gonna ignore all this Jada-Paige commotion (beyond how it related to my Kazzi agenda) because I found the whole thing kinda funny (Jada's hella real for her reaction to Paige) and I'm not in the mood to get into discourse these days but then I got like three asks similar to this and so now, I needa rant because y'all piss me off

Genuinely, genuinely do y'all like either of these girls? Because this narrative is so ridiculous and disrespectful to both of them.

Paige, is literally a sweetheart. Like that girl is a golden retriever of a human being and values trust and loyalty so much. Y'all she would not hurt a fly, let alone Azzi of all people. How is her joining someone's live or liking a couple of tiktoks equal to her "moving weird?" And quite frankly if "do you guys have a shake shack in Iowa" and endless basketball schedule talk is what y'all consider flirting, then bestie I'm so sorry but I don't think you've ever had someone flirt with you before. Paige has never given anyone any reason to think that she'd ever step out on anyone and it's so unfair that people make their own assumptions based off of the literal most mundane things.

And then we get to Azzi. In what world does Azzi fucking Fudd, strong independent gorgeous successful queen, give you the impression that she'd put up with that kind of disrespect if it existed? She might be horrendously down bad enough for that girl that she'd begrudgingly take 3562 photos of her, but stay with her if she was cheating/"moving weird"? Absolutely not. She does not need your protecting or your so-called sympathy, because a) Paige isn't doing anything wrong and b) Azzi is not a fucking doormat who's "putting up with a lot shit".

I'm not going to get into it but there is implicit racism in this narrative. It happens with a lot of ir/fictional interracial couples where people think the white person in the relationship must be cheating or whatever because they can't possibly just be happy with their bipoc partner and that said partner will just put up with it because they don't know their worth.

If you don't think Pazzi are real, that's perfectly fine. I've never been one to say you have to believe in them but please, for the love of god, just use the most obvious reason which is that neither of them have outwardly confirmed a relationship. Please stop villainizing Paige and please stop infantilizing Azzi.

[taeggukxiie]

I don't really like endhawks and it's not so much because of the age gape or the fan/idol relationship (la brava and gentle have some age gape and bakudeku are the pure description of fanatization/idolization trope and I like both of those ships), but more because endeavor literally embodies what Hawks hate the most.

Hear me out on this one, they have cute interactions but for me the fact that Hawks stayed by endeavor's side even knowing what he did to his children is kinda out of character. I mean the whole thing why keigo wanted to be a hero was to help people and make them smile because he went through abusive behavior all his life. Endeavor do save people but doesn't make them smile, not directly anyway. Hawks wanted to help the new generation, but endeavor traumatized the generation he gave birth to. Hawks wanted to be free, but endeavor stole freedom from his children (at least until he becomes number 1 and shoto comes to UA).

I understand hawks forgiving and accepting endeavor even after what he did, because hawks is so optimistic that he wants to believe eveyone can change for the better, but I don't understand him staying by endeavor's side. I mean, how traumatic would it be to discover that your idol who saved you and gave you a dream to follow did the exact same things as the person who traumatized your childhood? I see some narrative problems here. Or maybe it's just that hawks is too optimistic for his own good.

The thing is, I think Hawks so desperately needed a symbol to give him hope that he didn't even try to look more profoundly into endeavor's mistakes. Like he tried so hard to convince himself. Here we can see that hawks says he could keep up with training and abuse by the commission because someone supported him, probably implying endeavor. But it wasn't even true, hawks just chose to idealize enji because he saved him, but enji didn't know hawks before metting him as a hero, so he couldn't actually support him in his dream. I know it's only metaphoric, but it does mean that Keigo just needed something, someone to hold onto because of all the suffering he went through. And he chose endeavor, who was the only person indirectly "caring" for him.

Now maybe it's because I adore Hawks and I hate endeavor (the man and his actions, not the way he's written), but I can't imagine them in a romantic relationship. How could Hawks give his trust and love to the exact same profile as his father? How could they live together without hawks remembering the abuse? I think that even enji himself wouldn't trust his own reactions and feelings, hunted by the past. "The past never dies", and it's true for everyone in this story.

Look how similar they are. Honestly I don't really understand horikoshi on this one because if he wanted to give enji a loyal sidekick, then why give Hawks an abusive father?

Or if horikoshi wanted to give us grumpy x playful duo, then do it with dabihawks? They had so much potential to be our favorite bickering duo, and their drama would've been so good if they both knew each other before touya's death, became close during hawks undercover mission and then went through a heartbreaking breakup during touya's reveal.

(look at them they could've been soo good as a grumpy x playful duo aah)

Instead, we got Hawks indirectly supporting the same abuse he went through and the destruction of dabihawks' potential with the biggest absence of interactions ever after the first war.

(Also I want to add that I respect everyone's opinion and I don't hate endhawks shippers at all! It's just my point of view on the ship, everyone is free to ship whoever they want if that stays legal 🙏)

Maybe I'm going too far into the analysis (someone stop me please I'm talking too much-), but I really think that endhawks couldn't work, for hawks as much as for enji. Now the interesting thing to ask would be : would dabihawks actually work in a romantic relationship? I guess we'll never know.

[shtern-and-art]

ON COGS, BUTTERFLIES, AND THE NATURE OF THE SHARED DREAM

#JayvikLived and why it makes the most sense

What if saving you will doom me and the entire world, but I will still do it anyway, in every universe in every timeline, always. What if I do it again and again until I find the one where you can save me back. Because I don't want to do it without you.

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In all timelines including the one we saw in the show, Jayce keeps fucking up, making mistakes and wrong calls. Oftentimes because of his fixation on the miracle that happened to him in his childhood. And in all timelines, in all realities Viktor keeps saving him. With that miracle.

Their recursive dream is always collapsing on itself. Viktor saved Jayce because they had the hextech dream already, and in doing so gave Jayce this dream. They are infinite in their paradox. And they managed to walk away from it only when they did it together.

Because their actual dream, the real one, was not the hextech itself, not a cog (in the system that's bringing money for the people in power), but a butterfly. A living thing. The man, not the machine.

It was never about the tech, two ways of using it, never about two sides of the cog and choosing between one or the other. It was about two wings learning to work together.

See, Jayce got his (somewhat naive) dream of saving the world because he was saved as a child. But Viktor saved him then because their dream was always, from the very start - to help and save each other.

It was the butterfly all along.

It was there when Jayce opened his eyes in the field. Not an omen of death, but of the human soul, rebirth. Of infinite consequences unraveling into the future.

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The way the butterfly was corrupted through focusing on the technology, and the way technology eroded, reshaped itself into what it actually strives to be.

The way Jayce put hexcore into Viktor, even though it would change him, and derail his life. Even though it would doom Viktor and them both. Because Jayce couldn't do anything else. Because Jayce would love him anyway.

The way Viktor kept coming back to save Jayce when he was a child, kept giving him the crystal. Even though it would change him irrevocably, derail his life forever. Even though it would doom Jayce and them both. Because Viktor couldn't do anything else. Because Viktor loves him anyway.

And in the end we saw that holding on to that love, like a lifeline, through all the mistakes they've made along the way, can save them both from the endless cycle of death and pain.

It was affection that held them together. Held them both from breaking into pieces and losing themselves.

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I know people keep saying that it is left ambiguous if Jayce and Viktor died, or became celestial beings together, or teleported into some other time and space. But I think it is explicitly narratively clear that they didn't die in the end.

And maybe, if Jayce left, and Viktor tried to activate the rune on his own they both would've died, yes.

But their whole story is about how they help each other choose life. Literally and figuratively. By giving inspiration, by force, by just asking. It is about the butterfly coming together, and actually flying on its own, without the magic or technology.

(mookhead_mcspazatron_ @ tiktok)

Viktor saved Jayce on the mountain and gave him his dream. Viktor took Jayce off the ledge, and gave him his dream again.

Jayce took Viktor off the ledge, when he also wanted to go. Comforted him and showed him that he can stay, even if it hurts right now. Jayce literally tore Viktor's death away from him, thrusting the new life and new fate into his hands.

And this cycle kept repeating over and over, because they refused to let each other go, yes.

But in the end Jayce clawed and tore himself to pieces to get into Viktor's soul to once again say "Your life is precious to me, no matter how bad things can get. Please see how valuable it is".

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And this time, in this timeline, of all the possible (sometimes, I bet, deadly) purposes their rune was the rune of acceleration. Of, you know. Moving somewhere. Through time and space.

And it wouldn't have work if they didn't activate it together.

And to do it they had to, symbolically, choose to walk away. Move on. Together.

Not from life, like Jinx tried after her inner-Silco's monologue. She was wrong in thinking her death will stop the disasters she brings, it would've just added to this cycle, keeping her within it instead.

And similarly, Jayce and Viktor choosing to die, and then actually dying to save everyone would've been antithetical to everything we were told beforehand.

(And oh, one day I'll compile all my notes on Jinx-Viktor/timebomb-jayvik parallels I've been clocking since season 1. This season just polished it all into crystal clear shining thread that ties the story's themes together.)

They chose to move on from the pain, the pride, the insecurities, from everything that didn't let them choose life. Everything, that pushed them away from it and towards the ledge.

Viktor was ready to let Jayce walk away, and then throw his own life on the barricades to make up for what he has done. And Jayce said "No. You don't have to do it alone".

Viktor accepting Jayce's care and love, accepting that Jayce is staying with him, was Viktor accepting that he's worth it. That his life is worth it.

(Choosing to move on from the pain and trauma, that's what got me so strongly in the finale of the season, ugh.)

What they did wasn't a sacrifice, it was proof of life. That's what saved the world. And that's why they could only do it together.

(And with Ekko and Jinx going through the similar journey parallel to them. I'll get to that post, because fr)

Perhaps, they thought they might die. But narratively, thematically, and within their universe's established laws they actually did the opposite.

Because it was never about single individuals breaking the cycle, the wheel, the cog spinning it all. Never about one person stopping it, and saving everyone who needs it, be it through progress, through evolution, through war, or dang capitalism and politics. It was about finding the courage to trust and rely on others, to keep caring about each other. To work together like one, like two wings. To create a community, however small, that will allow you to make choices outside of the pressure the cycle of death and oppression is grinding you under. And how that brings actual meaningful change to the world, the fact that we make it happen together, and care for each other throughout.

It was about the butterfly, in the end.

P.S.

Jokes about gay situationship destroying the world and then saving it after are fun and all.

But there is SOMETHING in how it would've been so much simpler for Viktor to let Jayce die on that mountain. To let himself die of his illness later. To let the world be safe from both of them. To spare them both the pain of what will happen in the rest of their lives.

And yet Viktor comes back, and tries again and again to find a timeline where they both survive, and stay human, and don't destroy the world.

Even if it will be almost too late, even if a lot of mistakes still happen.

How about that - from the terminally ill suicidal man the world tried to convince that he's better off dead? (Yes, we're judging Heimerbitch hard in this house)

Anyways. #JayvikLived, love wins, see you all later ✨

[hazza3000]

stupid men and pregnant women — spencer reid

[masterlist]

 The heavens have finally stopped pouring down on us, obviously this occurs when we get home, not when we were out with Hotch and Haley. Since Haley and I are both very much pregnant and fed-up Aaron and Spencer had this idea to go out for dinner together and it was a nice idea, Haley and I get along really well, and we spent ages just talking about life and how fed up we are with being pregnant.

This part was nice until we soon figured out the real reason this ‘double date’ came about, Haley never really worked a lot anyway and since she found out she was pregnant she decided to quit her job instead of going on maternity. However, I on the other hand am still working out in the field and although I know neither of them are trying to get me to quit, I do know that they have been attempting to get me out of the field, and in some ways to stay home more often.

I’d go crazy if I spent the entire day at home bored out of my mind for weeks on the end, I made this perfectly clear, that I was staying in the field until I’m 8 months along and then I’ll sit in the office until the baby comes. So, after this nice dinner came to an end both men’s plan failed as instead of them trying to convince me to come out of the field, they got an intense berating from me and Haley. 

Neither of us liked the feeling of being used and finding out what we thought was nice gesture was really just an intervention did not go over well. Especially as Haley supports my decision as long as I’m not doing anything dangerous, which I’m not when I’m out in the field it’s ever only speaking to witnesses not going after the perpetrator.

So, when we get back to our nice home, the one that we bought when we found out that I was pregnant Spencer was understandably walking on eggshells. My emotions are on overdrive due to being pregnant, but now he’s given me an actual reason to be furious at him, he’s understandably cautious.

"You, okay? Do you want to sit down?" Spencer asks nervously, watching as I pace but wince once I realise, I'm still wearing my heels.

I refuse to wear anything else, just because I'm pregnant does not mean I’m going to stop wearing the things that I love. I mean yes, I've had to get creative with my maternity clothes as I don't want to stretch any of my stuff but so far, it's worked out really well.

"Why so you can find a way to lock me in here?" I sneer but eventually give up moving down to slip off my heels but struggling to do so because of my belly.

"Don't be ridiculous I would never do—" Spencer attempts to calm me but fails miserably.

Maybe I shouldn't be as angry as I am but when my heels aren't cooperating either I feel more useless than before. I've never liked asking for help, always wanting to be independent because that's all I've ever been, what I had to be. I didn't grow up in a loving home with two doting parents I grew up with a mother who couldn't care for my existence and an abusive father.

I've always done everything for myself so for spencer to try and take away some of my freedom is infuriating. We both agreed that when we have the baby that I'd stay home more until he's old enough to go to nursery, then I'd look into going back to the BAU and I was the one who suggested that I only do part time until he's in school but no, that's not good enough for Spencer.

"Really? What's your next suggestion that I quit altogether and become the perfect little housewife to fit your narrative" I snap glaring at him feeling furious.

"You know I would never—" Spencer once again attempts to deescalate the situation but it's already gone too far.

"You knew who I was before getting into this with me, I'm not Haley and I'm never going to be" I shout, tears brimming in my eyes, damn these hormones.

"Don't cry baby, please, I don't want you to be like Haley. I love you just the way you are. I just want you to be more careful, I mean I almost lost both of you and I can't— I-I wouldn't have been able to cope your my everything" Spencer breaks finally saying everything that he's wanted to.

Adrian Bale. Even with him behind bars he's still affecting my family. It was a case around six months ago, I was only a month pregnant, we had just found out. Gideon and I were out at a warehouse where Bale was, and we sent in eight agents I was supposed to be one of them, but I ended up staying back with Gideon trying to get more information out of Bale. Not a single agent made it out.

The last time Spencer had spoken to me I told him I was going to go in with them before the plans changed last minute so when he heard the explosion he collapsed. Thinking that his pregnant wife was inside tore him apart nobody could speak to him, nobody could stop him as he began running towards the scene and when he saw me stood of to the side watching the warehouse in horror.

The relief that washed over him, he almost collapsed again but stopped himself in so he could run over to me, and he ran, faster than he's ever run before towards his wife, breaking down in front of her and gripping her tightly as he sobbed thinking that he'd lost her.

"That was months ago, Spence, I'm barely in the field now because I can't do anything" I say with a sigh, my eye's softening as my husband slowly approaches kneeling down in front of me as he begins taking of my shoes hesitantly.

He doesn't want to overstep but if he had it his way, I'd be doing nothing, I wouldn't have been doing anything since he found out I was pregnant. I mean he doesn't even let me carry my own handbag deeming it too much. My hand falls to his hair as he does so, and he lets out a little sigh as if a sort of silent agreement that the argument is paused at least for now and once we finish dinner everything seems to settle back in place.

Spencer doesn't let me go off to far but when I go off to the bedroom, he assumes that I'm going to take a nap only to hear a loud thud on the ground. Immediately, jumping up he rushes into the bedroom only to see me, sat on the floor and all the pieces of the crib sat in front of me.

The crib that he was supposed to put up, but we've been busy with cases, the crib that I agreed to let him do as some of the wood pieces are too heavy for me to be carrying. Although he knows that I'm annoyed still, he isn't about to let me do this, no matter what I try and say. So, he moves over cautiously, he knows that I'm stubborn, but this is just petty, and I know it.

He also knows that I put up most of the furniture in the house, liking the peace and quiet, always needing to do something with my hands when frustrated I struggle to relax and although he hates it, he knows better than to stop me. He only ever tries to stop me when I begin working myself into the ground, but this was all before I was heavily pregnant, I can’t do all the things I used to be able to do.

"We agreed I was going to do that" Spencer says cautiously moving over and taking the pieces out of my hands.

When I don't bite his head off, he lets out a little sigh, knowing that I've calmed down knowing that I'm not still furious at him. Annoyed he can take, but angry like that at him, he hates it.

"I know, I just feel like I need to do something" I huff as his arms wrap around my waist having felt the calming change in me.

"Why don't you go look through that baby names book, we still don't have a name for him" Spencer suggests his warm hand placing on my stomach with so much affection I almost start crying again.

I place a kiss to his lips and Spencer leans into it, hating that he had to go so long without my affection (a couple of hours) because I was angry at him. We stand there for a bit before I move not saying anything, but he takes it as an agreement.

I get into bed huffing as I climb onto it, now it takes a lot more effort as I reach for the book on my bedside. Spencer immediately gets to work on putting up the crib as I begin reading through the book, I've highlighted a couple of names highlighted but none of them really speaking to me the way I wanted them too.

I read through the book in great detail, wanting to make sure that the name is perfect whilst Spencer struggles to even begin putting the pieces together. He wants to be the one to be able to put his own baby’s crib up, but he's never been good at DIY, and he's always been grateful that I love it and have put up pretty much every piece of furniture in our house.

"How about Andrew? It's Greek for valiant" my voice breaks through the silence of the room.

Spencer brows furrow happy with a distraction away from the crib, we've been away on cases a lot recently that is true, but he's read the instructions back to front and with his eidetic memory he physically can't forget them. Yet the pieces don't seem to align properly, and he just doesn't understand. However, he still refuses for Hotch to help him and he's most definitely not going to ask Derek.

"Let's call him Sergio" Spencer jokingly suggests wanting to take his mind of the crib that is clearly broken as it doesn't seem to want to go together.

I let out a laugh at the name, for a cat that's alright but for a baby, for my baby, absolutely not. Spencer who is clearly just trying to annoy me, smiles glad that I'm finally laughing at him again.

"Please tell me your kidding" I say still giggling at my ridiculous husband.

"Butch?" Spencer questions again, clearly another failed attempt especially with his cheeky little smirk.

"How about Donald?" I question playing along, spencer shakes his head.

"Hans" Spencer retorts, finally placing the bit of the crib in the right place, he could shout with joy.

Little does he know that I was just trying to distract him enough, get him out of his own head just so he can put the crib up. Spencer is an overthinker, he over thinks everything which is why he hasn't been able to put the crib up because he believes that he can't do it.

"No! Wait, wait. I've got it, Gideon" I say attempting to keep a serious face, Spencer's head shoots up as he begins walking over.

"Not a chance" Spencer responds sitting on the edge of the bed, next to me shaking his head at my antics.

"It's Hebrew. Look what it means, Spence. It's perfect! Gideon Reid" I say laughing as Spencer just leans closer shaking his head at me.

"No, he may be my mentor but I'm not naming our baby after him" Spencer says shaking his head, not even needing to read it because he already knows what it means.

"Yes, it's perfect, don't I get what I want" I say with a fake pout leaning in closer, so my lips graze his.

Spencer wastes no time in placing his lips against mine, his kisses are always filled with love and affection. For someone who was so touch starved when we met, he most definitely makes up for it now. Every single kiss he gives me, always shows me just how much I mean to him, how much he cares.

"Gideon" I manage to get out tauntingly through kisses, but this time Spencer reaches the back of my head deepening the kiss slightly.

I look up into his eyes and see nothing but love, I used to question whether I deserved this after everything, but Spencer has always reassured me, has always made me feel like the only one. I couldn't ask for a better husband, and I know that my son couldn't get a better father.

However, before the kiss can progress the home phone begins ringing a sigh falls from both of our lips. We share one last hug, placing one last kiss to my lips before the shit storm inevitably begins. Spencer reaches over to answer as my mobile begins ringing as well causing my husband to scowl.

His wife being higher up than him in the bureau has never bothered him before but at the moment he hates it, hates how she’s away on cases when pregnant I mean yes, he’s with her but it’s still different, conversation’s he can’t be there for which leave him to sit and worry wondering what would happen if something went wrong. The argument earlier still plays on his mind, so he forces himself to stay calm, trusting me not to put me or our baby at risk.

He doesn’t trust a lot of people, but he trusts his wife and when I walk out going into the office and showing him, the picture of a missing woman named Heather, he knows that we’re doing the right thing. That’s someone else’s child, someone’s sister and we can save her. So, Spencer doesn’t complain, instead he picks up our overnight bags and places a kiss to my head as we begin walking out of our home.

He can’t wait until we’re both home safe, but for now we need to save someone else’s daughter and that’s important too.

A/N — started this idea on mother’s day and it just kinda progressed. My requests are currently open if you would like to leave one or just send me a message!

[medusas-daughter]

I also miss Adult Natalie and I was devastated when she died I mean I cried for weeks but I hate the narrative I'm starting to see around tiktok and fb about how her death negates all of her arc and how it's useless to make her this important in the teen timeline if she's just gonna end up an addict with no storyline than drugs and Travis and that Juliette Lewis was right to leave with how they butchered her character like what?? Obvisouly there's plenty to criticise about Yellowjackets writing but to say that everything teen Nat does is useless because she ends up an addict? Her life doesn't have any less value because she's an addict you assholes. And it wasn't a butchering of her character, the first thing we find out about Nat is that she uses drugs and alcohol to deal with her trauma, and when she was in the thick of it and the adrenaline and the responsibility giving her a purpose she was able to stay off the drugs, like during a game or while in the wilderness. Also how dare you say adult Nat's life was pointless fuck you, god forbid a traumatized woman doesn't have a picket fence life and 2,5 kids. And very very fuck you for saying it's pointless if she dies anyway, her life is significant no matter how long it is, her getting sober and finding meaning agains is significant even if she died shortly after, it's tragic yes that's the point but it is still significant. It's not bad writing or a waste of a narrative or unsatifying, it's just tragic. Please learn to express your sadness without insulting anyone who has ever dealt with trauma like no my life is not a waste just because I don't deal with it in a perfectly orderly manner and neither is Nat's. Criticise Yellowjackets writing by all means, no show is perfect and there's plenty to talk about, but stop saying someone's life is useless because they're an addict or because they died young. Nat was loved, she was important, she mattered, she was mourned, she touched so many people including the audience, she matters.