#not even sure what 'it' is. Just....just know I'm doing it badly.

[writingwisterias]

i’m so sorry i know you’re not taking requests but i need to just say it so i don’t forget about it, but when you have time could you possibly do like a nsfw alphabet of leon?

Hi! Dw! I always get around to them eventually I was just being spammed and got overwhelmed with the holidays!! I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI

Gn!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very attentive. His primary focus is making sure that you are comfortable and have everything you need. He will clean himself briefly just so he doesn't get cum everywhere but then his attention is focused on you very quickly. He will go and get a clean towel to clean you up, get you comfortable clothes or find his discarded shirt to put on you. I also think he is very big on physical touch so he will cuddle you and hold you close just so he can ensure that you are well cared for and okay.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body of his partner is thighs. He loves burying his face in between them or holding them if he sits next to you squeezing them slightly. He would also lay his hand on your thigh if he's driving - moving his hand upwards as well but that depends on his mood. I don't think he would have his own favorite part but if you show love to a certain area he will associate that with you and then progressively start to love it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Addicted to being messy with his cum if he can. He loves watching it spill out of you or just cumming on you. He will draw your orgasm out if he can, making sure there's enough time in between each one that he can feel how his cock feels when coated in your cum. He doesn't care if he gets covered either, love's it if he can feel it on his lower stomach and balls. The messier the better. His loads are also a lot, like he cums an insane amount but that's because it can be a while between each time he sees you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves it if his partner is freakier than him. It's arousing to him seeing his partner not get enough of him and is just constantly needy for him. He will not care if you pick him up from the airport or whatever and drag him to the bathroom etc for a quicky. It just excites him that you need him that badly.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think that even RE2 is experienced, maybe not with any in depth kinks that you might have but with simple intimacy or dominance it's like a switch and you can barely keep up.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Depends on the era, but I would say with his state of mind and how he loves people that it would either be missionary or Cow-girl. He loves watching you come undone because of him and both of those allow him to get up close and personal.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Again depends on the situation but I don't think he would very often but this Leon I'm sure he will crack some form of badly timed joke. He does make sexual innuendos often so it will most likely happen before the actual act.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's not clean shaven but he is tidy. However, he would change that if you prefered him hairier or clean shaven. It makes no difference to him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He values it and craves it. It's his favorite part of the act being able to show you how much he loves and appreciates you and your connection with him. I don't think he's great at putting how he feels into words so this is a perfect way for him to do that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Most likely to do it if you are busy or away from him. He's very slow and methodical with it though. Cupping his balls, doing long teasing strokes to ensure that he is properly relaxing himself. His eyes never leave what he's doing either, watching the tip begin to bead his pre- cum and turn a dark red when he's getting closer. Love's to film the finishing and send it to you as well. When he does cum its quick and in longer streams meaning it's always a hassle to clean up. (Bonus if you are there for him to force you to lick it up)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I do think he's fairly dominate and enjoys the slight power play that can come with it. He doesn't have much control over his life or how he spends his time so this gives him an outlet and chance to do that. He would be more of a softer dom than a harsh one but depending on how you act you never know.

L = Location (favorite places to do the deed)

I think he's daring and isn't opposed to public or risky sex but prefers anywhere in the house. If he's that needy he will just take you anywhere though it doesn't really matter/ make a difference what surface you are on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Pretty basic but just your pleasure and comfort. As long as you are turned on or enjoying it then he is as well

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that hits too close to his job so Gunplay, harsh impact etc. Time with you is his distraction so he wouldn't want to combine the two

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

LOVE EATING YOU OUT, he will do it all day if you let him. He's got insane accuracy with his tongue. He also loves watching you take him and find it hard to not be so rough with it, if he gets carried away.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood, I feel like he would lean more towards slow and sensual but if you have teased him too much or perhaps its a hard day he would be a bit rougher.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Again, depends on the situation and how desperate he is. He will try and risk it with time. Like if you have 5 minutes until you need to leave you best bet he's making use of those 5 minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he's pretty open to experiment, especially if you do something that he's not heard of/ tried but loves. Your relationship is built on trust so he won't be afraid of trying anything for you. As long as you respect his boundaries and opinions if he doesn't like something or you are willing to adapt it for him to be comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With his job stamina is needed so he can go for a while if he wants. The amount of rounds depends on if he's been on a mission recently or how tired he is.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Loves to use toys on his partner and is always getting new ones for you if he sees something interesting. For himself I think he would own a few types of cock rings and might use them on himself alone or with you just to feel his cock throb a lot more and last longer

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

You can't catch a break, he will tease you all the time. Has a bunch of post gym pictures or straight up nudes he will send you throughout the day. Whispers dirty thoughts in your ear as you are both together at events. Subtle but noticeable touches as well

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Breathless moans, Whimpers, Grunts. He's very vocal in terms of sounds but I don't think he would talk much. Maybe a few lines here and there. Very loud sometimes if he's really needy

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Love's tits, whenever that's him playing with yours or you touching his. He will just sit there and hold them or play with them and loves it if you do the same.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean...we've all seen the numerous mods. I think it also depends on the era, RE2 and RE4R would be a bit more chiseled I imagine because of their training it's maintained better compared to the later eras it would still be there but slightly softer or less defined because his diet/workout is basically just surviving.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I think it's higher than the average person because he just adores you so much, he wants to be close to you, teasing you. You fuel the drive so if have spent a long time with him uninterrupted he's craving it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I don't think it would be immediately but it depends on the time of day. He would like to hold you and watch you chill out for a while either watching you sleep or just feeling you close against him.

[the-froschamethyst4]

"Did you just move in"

𖤐Pairing: König x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, neighbors to lovers, badly translated German, kissing/making out, elevator sex, drunk sex, P in V, eating out, hand job, teasing, age gap (26-35), height difference, Nurse! Reader,

𖤐Summary: König hasn't met his new neighbor

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5:00AM

König woke up on time like everyday, not once has he been late onto getting to work. König grabbed his mask letting out a yawn, hiking his bag over his shoulder and shutting the door to his apartment and locking the door.

He hits the elevator down button, letting out yet another yawn as he waits for the elevator. He hears the bing and walks into the elevator.

"Wait!" A voice calls and with instinct König puts his hand out and the doors open. "Thank you," a woman comes in.

"No problem...I'm sorry are you new? Did you just move in, I don't think I've seen you around before?"

"Oh yeah, I moved in a few weeks ago, I'm in 304."

"304? I-I had a friend in 304, did he move out?"

"I-I'm not sure, I just saw a leasing and picked this apartment...I've been here for 3 weeks now, are you new?"

"No, no, I've been here for 3 years now, I travel for work."

"Travel," she looks him up and down. "You don't...seem like you travel."

"Yeah, I guess I look a bit ridiculous at the moment. I'm in the military."

"Oh well, thank you for your service." She giggles. "I'm Y/n."

"King, my friends call me King."

"A nickname? I'm guessing, I won't learn your real name will I?"

"I could have you call me by my callsign."

"Which is?"

"König."

"Well, König, I hope you stay safe out there."

"Thanks," he smiles at her. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a Nurse." She holds up her badge to a local hospital. Before König could say anything the doors open and they stepped out, and headed to the garage park together.

"So, guess I'll be seeing you around?" König asked.

"Yep, see ya' around neighbor," she says, getting into her car.

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A Week Later

König was just coming home from a week long mission, he hated every minute of it, and is glad to be back home, to get into his bed, sleep and relax till the next time he has to work.

As he gets to his door, he sees a little box by his door, he was confused, his mind to even went to, could this be a bomb?

He picks it up and examines it, there was note that was placed under the box.

'Hi Neighbor, hope you're okay? I haven't seen you in a while, I waited for you at the elevator a few days ago, but never saw you, so I thought maybe you had already left, and I knocked on your door a few times, and you never answered, I hope I didn't do anything wrong? Anyways, I made some homemade goodies for you to enjoy, I hope you like them' PS: Don't worry about the box, I have more

König smiles and opens his door and walks into his apartment. He wonders if she is home, but he doesn't remember seeing her car in her parking spot.

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He was so unhealthy, he sat on his couch, legs spread and the box sitting on his lap as he leaned back and he was on his 5th brownie.

"Holy fuck these are good," he says under his breath. The cookies were soft and chewy, the brownies were just the same and were so rich. König hasn't has sweets in such a long time. He went on a harsh diet restricting sweets from his diet, he couldn't help but enjoy these sweets.

Maybe it's just him not having them in such a long time, but misses the sweetness, the sugar that made him happy as a child, he missed it.

As he held up a cookie there was a knock on his door, he looks at the door and gets up with the cookie hanging from his mouth as he looked throw the peep hole on his door.

Her

He unlocks the door and takes the cookie from his mouth.

"Oh hi," she says with a smile.

"Hi."

"I just saw the box gone and I wanted to make sure you got them," she sees the cookie. "I guess you did."

"Yeah, these are great, by the way." He tells her. "Soft and rich."

"Thanks, I know a few baking tricks and most of them are homemade."

"They're great..." it kind of became awkward now, Y/n rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as König taps his finger on the door.

"Umm~ just came to check on you and if you got the sweets."

"Yes, thanks again, Y/n."

"Of course, anytime."

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A Few Days Later

König was in the elevator going to the apartment complexes gym, he was looking down at his phone, as the elevator doors open, he hears talking not really thinking about the talking-well not in till he hears a familiar voice.

The same voice he thinks about almost daily.

"Sir, I don't have any money," she says, König comes around the corner, Y/n has her bag over her shoulder, her jacket seemed a little messed up, and she looked like she was coming back from work.

She sees König, the light in her eyes had came back when she rushes to König. She hides behind König. The guy kept following her, but stopped when he saw König.

"Woah-" the dude says.

"Is there a problem?" König asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"N-No, not at all."

"Who let you in here anyways? The parking garage is gated. Did you sit and wait till it opened?" The guy is silent. "So, I'm right...so, I'm gonna call the police-"

"No, no, I'll leave, I'll leave." The guy did just that, he pushed the gate and walked out. Getting into the parking garage was hard you needed a passcode or a keycard, but getting out was easy.

"You okay?" König asked.

"Yeah," Y/n says.

"What did he want?"

"Money. That was scary."

"I bet...I was just going to the gym, do you want me to walk you home?"

"No, it's okay, thank you, King."

"Of course, be safe."

"I will."

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Next Day (9:00PM)

Y/n was in her apartment getting ready for a girl's night with her friends, she hasn't been out in a long time, because of work and her schedule being so busy she barely had any sort of free time, today was just that day.

She puts her heels on and grabbed her purse, she locks her apartment and heads to the elevator hitting the down button. She looks down at her phone making sure she had the right address of the club.

The doors open and she was about to step in.

"Woah, we going to a party?"

"König." She smiles. "I'm just going to hang out with my friends."

"Do you have a DD?"

"No, I was gonna take an UBER," she says. He steps out of the elevator the do close but that's okay, her friends can wait, she's talking with her hot neighbor right now.

"Here." He puts his hand out, and she gives him her phone. He puts his number in her phone. "Don't call an UBER, call me, and I'll come and get you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'll always come and get you, if you call."

"Okay." She smiles.

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Getting to the club, Y/n walked in and her friends immediately bombarded her on what took her so long? She just gave a response of.

"The uber got lost." She says with a smile.

Y/n had a Vodka Cranberry and she watched her friends dance or talk to some guys.

She stood by herself when a guy came up to her.

"Hi," he says.

"Hello." She says back.

"You look lonely."

"No, I'm okay. I'm not...really into clubs."

"Then why are you here?" He asked.

"Because I'm bored and I want to get out of my apartment."

"What do you do for work?"

"I'm a nurse or more specifically, I'm a CNS." She says.

"Oh yeah, what do you do?"

"I diagnose, prescribe, and treat patients."

"How much do you make?"

"Why does that matter?"

"Because I can't be with a girl who makes more then me."

"Bye," Y/n walks away from the insecure man child. She rolled her eyes when meeting with her friends on the dancefloor.

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11:50PM

König just hopes Y/n is safe, it's close to midnight, and he hasn't heard anything from her yet. He taps his chin as he was watching TV. As he was thinking his phone dinged, he looks over seeing it was Y/n texting him.

'Hi...could you come and get me now' she then send the address where she was. König without missing a beat grabs a hoodie and tied his boots and grabbed his keys and headed out to go get his cute neighbor.

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König gets to the club where he sees Y/n sitting on the curb kicking the rocks.

"Y/n!"

"King~!" She coos. She had her heels in her hands as she walks up to him a bit stumbly.

"Y/n, you should put your heels on, the ground is dirty."

"My feet hurt," she whines to him.

"I understand but keep them on at least." She just pouts at him.

"You're mean."

"No, I'm not, I'm just making sure you're safe."

"I am safe, because I'm with you."

"You're sweet, come on," he says, helping her to his truck.

"King," she moans.

"I'm here," he says as he pulls out of his parking spot.

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Y/n had looked out the window and then back at König who was very focused on the road. One hand on the wheel and the other free resting on the arm rest and he'd occasionally bring his knuckle to his mouth.

"King, would you be mad if I made more money then you?" She coos.

"Huh?"

"Some...asshole, came up to me a...at the par and said 'I can't be with someone who make more money than me'," she mocks a males voice and he noticed she messed on saying bar, but he thought it was cute.

"No, I wouldn't care as long as you support me, I'll support you, and you are finically stable, I don't see anything wrong with that." He says.

"So, would you date me even if I did make more money?"

"Yeah...I would..." he says.

She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip, she moves the seatbelt and leans forward kissing König's cheek.

"Good," she says.

"What was that for?"

"Because I like you, King, you'd never believe the whole n-night I was thinking about you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she leans back in the seat and lifts the bottom of her dress being a tease, but König placed his hand out to stop her from exposing herself.

"Woah, hang on there," he says.

"What? You wouldn't fuck me?"

"Scheiße (shit) of course...of course I would, but not right now, okay, I'm driving."

"Then can we do it when we get to the apartment?"

"...Yeah...Yeah we can," he says, looking down at her.

Getting to the apartment complex, Y/n didn't have her heels on because she doesn't want to listen, and König was behind her making sure she wouldn't fall in the nearby bushes.

"King, can we fuck now?" She whines, König came up to her holding her up and shushing her.

"Shhh, not so loud, Y/n." She just giggles.

"You're so shy."

"And you're bold, I've never heard you be this way."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing. Come on let's get to the elevator now." He says, moving her inside and hitting the up button.

The doors open and König moved Y/n into the elevator. He hits their floor button and just waited as the elevator took it's time going up. König was in the corner and Y/n was leaning against his side to keep herself up, König leaned on the rails to almost keep himself up.

Her hand starts gliding under his black shirt, feeling his abs and looking up at him with a teasing look in her eyes.

"Not here."

"Why not? We're in the apartment complex."

"There is a camera."

"Let them watch," she stood on her tippy toes bring him down to kiss her lips.

König deepens the kiss, and he pushes her against the elevator wall, and hits the stop button.

"Is this what you really want?" He asked.

"Yes," she says.

"Okay," König picks her up, her heels dropped out of her hands, and her legs wrap around his waist and her arms around his neck. König had messed with his belt and pulled his semi harden dick from his boxers, he pumps himself a few times as he kept kissing Y/n, her moans were soft, she moves her left hand and moves it to his dick, helping him out.

Pumping a bit faster, and she runs her thumb over his tip feeling the pre-cum on her thumb.

"Fuck," he moans.

His hand went to her thighs again as he just allows her to pump him, she moves her panties to the side and pushes his tip inside of her.

"Fuck," they both moan.

König first did some lazy thrusts just to let Y/n get use to his size, she moans and he started to pick up the pace just a bit. Her head goes back hitting the elevator wall, moans filled the small confined space.

König could help but smirk at her, just a few weeks ago, he never knew that he had a new neighbor and now here he is, fucking balls deep inside of her.

He leans forward kissing her temple and then her lips, he moves her from the wall to her now using the hand rails to keep her up as he is hitting from behind. His hands held her waist as he watches her put her head back again and moan left her mouth.

König starts picking up the pace it become sloppy, and he was close to coming. Giving a few more thrusts into Y/n, she ended up coming on his dick, he pulls out just in time as he spills cum from his tip onto her lower back.

König pulls her up and kissed her temple.

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3:00AM

König felt his head pound, he holds his forehead and rolls over on his side, he thought he was facing his window only to see Y/n. He slightly remembers what happened, he was really tired last night and just remembers picking Y/n up from the club, and then...sex...in the elevator. But he doesn't remember anything after that.

He doesn't move, he just stares at her, she was so cute when she was asleep, he lifts the covers and sees that she was in one of his t-shirts and he was only in boxers.

He sits up now.

"Are you leaving me?" She asked.

"I was just gonna make some coffee...you want some?"

"No thanks," she says, sitting up and getting up with him. "Thank you for coming to get my last night."

"It's no problem," he says. "Like I said, when you call I'll be there for you."

"You're too nice to me."

"Well, you're nice to me back, it's called repaying a favor."

"I had a...a good time last night."

"I did too..."

"Well...will that effect us in the future as neighbors?" She asked.

"No, it won't."

"No?"

"Why would it?"

"Because it'll be awkward?"

"No, it won't, I promise," he says, he walks to her, he cups her face and kisses her lips.

[the-bonfires-ember]

fuck it ill do it myself

Being in a Relationship with Someone with NPD for Dummies

**I would like to open with the preface that if someone is not willing to work on their NPD or to work through elements of their mental illness that strains your relationship, then they are not ready to be in a relationship. I got super lucky in that my partner was over-therapised tbh and so is able and willing to make the accommodations I mention here but that will not be the case for everyone. Think it through carefully. Everyone deserves love, but they should never feel like they need to sacrifice their own wellbeing to give it and get it in return. Be safe and look after yourself**

This is written for people in romantic relationships but with some editing, it could be useful for platonic relationships also

So, the first thing I want to explain is Narc crashes. Maybe you've heard about them, maybe you haven't but understanding them is, I think, the most important piece of groundwork you could have. Think of NPD as a hard shell over something very soft and gooey. Anything can cause the shell to crack, even the most gentle of taps. And those cracks can vary in size, so that sometimes only a little bit of the insides ooze out, and sometimes a lot pours out all at once. Someone with NPD has built their ego and external image to shelter a typically very young and fragile version of themselves. And when that shell breaks, it can feel like an attack on that weaker part. NPD crashes look different depending on the person. For me, as an example, I get this overwhelming feeling that I am going to be discarded and left alone. Which is particularly unhelpful in a romantic relationship but we'll get there. For other people, depending on the severity, they could lash out, get very defensive, or start having ideas about self harm and suicide. I don't really get that bad anymore, but I also haven't crashed so catastrophically in recent months.

On to specific advice!

Make a plan of what to do in the case of a crash. This can be anything from, 'tell me that you still love me and that you aren't going to leave' to 'leave me alone, I can't regulate around other people'. It could be physical comfort, it could be getting them something sweet to eat when they are calmer, or it could be a bath. Have a conversation about it when you are both in a good mental state and make a plan. Keep in mind the differences in severity so that you know what to do and how to react.

When you have a problem, bring it up gently and carefully. When they are doing something that you want to question or ask for them to do differently, remember that they will take it badly if you handle it wrong. I don't mean 'just let them do whatever they want forever'. That is both unhelpful and unrealistic. Of course there are going to be things you need to discuss. Just be cautious about your words being interpreted as a threat to them. This can be another thing you discuss together ahead of time so that you can formulate a way of phrasing such things in a way that they feel more comfortable with.

Keep your emotions under control. If you are mad at your partner with NPD for something, get a hold of that anger by yourself first and then bring it up with them when you are calmer. Getting angry at someone with NPD creates a loop of them feeding off your anger, getting anxious and overwhelmed by the perceived aggressive nature of the conversation, and immediately going into defense mode - which tends to make you angrier and then it just loops around again and no one benefits from that. I mean, I think this applies to all relationships but taking out your own emotional responses on your partner is especially damaging when they have NPD. It hurts us much more deeply and for much longer.

To break those things down to their base components, you need to have a lot of patience and emotional maturity. Which is a big ask, and I'm sure there are people out there who have made it work somehow without those things. I don't know of any personally, but I'm sure it has happened before. Either way, make sure that the relationship works for you too. If you have to go to all this effort for the one you love, they should be willing to do the work for you too.

People with NPD deserve to be loved, but no one deserves having to hurt themselves to keep loving the one who is doing that harm in the first place.

Mental health is complicated. Personality disorders are complicated. Frankly, people are complicated. Maybe some of what I've said is valuable to you and your partner, and maybe none of it is and you are still able to be in a healthy relationship, even if it looks different to mine. And that's great! As long as it works for you both, do whatever you want forever.

Just be safe and take care of yourself first and foremost.

[strangeracrossthestreet]

I swear Lenore's the biggest personification of Katy Perry's Hot N Cold song I've ever seen WHEEEZES

This isn't going to be very nice to Lenore, and in general the "remembering in pieces" mechanic, so just don't click read more if you don't want to see me tear into it thanks.

Like I know we all love to call Annabel a manipulator, and she is, but THIS MOMENT is kind of egregious as fuck to me.

The audacity to call her a monster (AND mad) to her face and then comfort her when she reacts badly over it

The audacity to look at her like this:

and then immediately after do this:

Why is she even saying "I don't know what I'd do with myself" if she's not supposed to remember that they were close?

But then why would she be acting like this if she DOES remember that they're close???

The worst thing is that it's so obvious how Lenore cares for the Misfits but when it comes to Annabel it feels cheap? Like it doesn't feel like there's any connection there other than "I remember I'm supposed to love you but do I actually?" rather than there being any genuine emotions involved. (Is that the point???)

WHERE is the delusion? The "Annabel must have surely had a reason—"

WHERE is the trust?

WHERE is the loyalty? <- truly my biggest gripe because Annabel is so fucking devoted I cannot let it go, I can't LMAO

WHERE is her not actually being as mad as she SHOULD be despite all of her misgivings and thus making Duke and Pluto suspicious as all hell?

Lenore has never ONCE given Annabel the benefit of the doubt and I understand that in the beginning when she knew nothing, but now? NOW? After THIS

Clear realization?

At some point I have to think that the flashbacks we're shown are not things they remember in canon unless we're explicitly shown them waking up to it because THIS

does not make sense otherwise.

Lenore WHY are you not losing your mind here? After saying that you're done with Annabel's whole game?

Go crazy go feral???

Annabel gave you the same reasoning, Lenore. Why are you tolerating this from him? You were manhandling Annabel and inches away from pulling a gun on her but now Duke has Annabel by the throat and halfway past a balcony railing and you're just TALKING?

Lenore tell me. Tell MEEEE!

Is it because Annabel treats it like a "game"? She's being playfully and giggly rather than being serious and "there's no other way" like Duke, even though she said THIS

before.

That's the worst part, really. Annabel has been VERY transparent the ENTIRE time and yet Lenore gets mad over her doing exactly what she said she'll do.

Conclusion to my rant:

What do they remember, what do they NOT remember? I don't know!

Annabel is devoted to the depths of hell even to her own detriment but is that because she remembers or because she's just Like That™?

Lenore is full of doubts and perpetual suspicions, and is willing to call her a monster to her face, but at the same time she sprouts "I don't know what I'll do without you." and jumps off balconies. Is that because she remembers or because she's just Like That™?

What is going ON

It's been a week, give or take, right? So they remember, what? 5 days worth of memories? Unless they remember much, much more than just a singular happening a night?

It feels inconsistent at best and utterly pointless at worst.

Just show us the flashbacks as an outside thing, it didn't have to be organically connected to their Nevermore storyline,,,,OR have them remember everything only when they first go Specre

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Eyy I'm gonna start us off this week c: Throwing the taglist at the end for formatting reasons. Here's a bit of my "meet the family" fic (things are going super well, going great, no problems) ft. Lenore and Illario. This fic just keeps getting longer (I think we're up to like 20k at this point? I keep adding flashbacks of baby lucanis and lenore) so since I won't be sharing it anytime soon...

(645 Words | CW: Brief discussion of death/corpses/bodies in water)

“After you,” Illario said, gesturing grandly. 

Lenore sighed and walked before him, grateful that this dreadful trip back to the city was about to end. In her irritation at him, at this evening, at the entire Dellamorte line, she took her eyes away from the path for only a moment. The unfamiliar slippers, nearly treadless, slipped on the slick stone and her right foot met empty air instead of the street. She hardly had breath to yell before her body slapped the canal water, and it swept her into its depths with all the delight of a long-lost loved one. 

Neve had told her once that she had a talent for sinking; most people, she’d said, instinctually kicked themselves toward the surface. Not Rook. Something about her (your hard head, Neve had laughed) wanted very badly to sink. Now, the silk of her gown wrapped around her like a web; she couldn’t even kick herself to the surface. All she could do was hold her breath and reach, reach, at the wavering torchlight already receding from view. 

What a stupid, stupid way to die after everything else that’d happened. 

You might sink at first, a clinical voice in her mind reminded her, but corpses eventually float. They would haul her out of their byways within hours, and surely Lucanis would see her returned to the Necropolis. But—if she did stay in the water, caught under some boat or dock, the bloat would set in very quickly. Fish and insects would devour her exposed flesh first. Perhaps they would not even recognize her in a few days, save for the borrowed gown. Perhaps—

A warm hand seized hers and pulled, dragging her free of the grasping water and into clear air. Rook gasped and choked and barely managed to help drag her shaking body onto the narrow bridge. 

Illario was laughing. He didn’t stop when she dragged herself back to the edge and vomited canal water back into the depths. 

“A child knows better than to fall into the canals,” he laughed. Lenore coughed up another lungful of water. “I swam these when I was five.”

“Thank you,” she said, though she did not feel very grateful, and let herself collapse against the cold stone for a moment. The rough edges dug into the underside of her biceps, ground against her exposed knees. Her hair had tangled over her cheeks, clinging damply to her frigid skin. 

“How anyone believes you killed a god, I will never understand,” he went on, and the scrape of his feet on the stone told her he’d stood, though she wasn’t ready to open her eyes yet. “Ridiculous.”

“I didn’t kill a god,” she said, and dragged the clinging dress out of her way so she could rock back onto her scraped knees. Something warm dripped down her forehead; always a great sign. “Neither did you, for that matter.” 

He sneered at her and didn’t offer a hand while she struggled to her feet. One of the dainty shoes had been lost to the canals. Ah, well. She tossed the second after the first and considered it an offering to the hungry water. Her forehead stung. When she wiped at it, her hand came back red. Yes, that was rather as she’d expected. 

“You dropped this,” Illario said, and shoved her violin at her. Rook took it, catching the handle with hands made slippery by water and blood. 

“Why did you pull me out?” she asked him, slogging after him as he made for a nearby metal gate. 

“Why? Because no matter what my cousin says, I am not an idiot,” he unclasped the lock and stepped into what looked like a private garden. “If I was the last one seen with you and they dragged your body from the canals, who do you think Lucanis would strangle over it?”

Tagging @exhausted-archivist, @layalu, @inquisimer, @bumblewarden, @pickelda, @bitchesofostwick, @dreadfutures, @pinayelf, @star--nymph, @greypetrel, @ndostairlyrium, @jtownnn, @idolsgf, @elfroot-and-laurels I would love to see what you're working on if you'd like to share c:

[zoey-withay]

Ok I'm actually going to blow a fuse over just how BADLY Dark Pit gets mischaracterized within fandom works (specifically in relation to Smash Bros)

Like I get from a basic look at his character design and name, obviously you're going to think he's an evil version/an opposite of Pit (think Dark Samus or Dark Sonic for example) but I think even the Kid Icarus fandom tends to forget how his whole existence and by extension his personality works.

Dark Pit came from the Mirror of Truth, which doesn't create an opposite version of the person who goes through it, but it reflects their true feelings and emotions (it's called the Mirror of Truth, what do you think it's going to reflect)

Dark Pit is the personification of Pit's repressed emotions, so whatever Pit feels deep down, is what Dark Pit puts on display, so the opposite could also be said, that the way Pit acts is how Dark Pit truly feels (they're opposites in that regard)

Dark Pit isn't some villainous asshole, because that would mean Pit is too. And Pit isn't some completely innocent little cinnamon roll, because that would mean Dark Pit is too. They are more similar than they and a lot of other people would like to admit. They are two sides of the same coin.

But I feel like this mischaracterization mostly comes from the Smash Bros community, which in all fairness to them, simply don't know Kid Icarus' lore. Which I'd totally understand if Nintendo wasn't feeding them this 'Dark Pit is a villain' propaganda (I use the term propaganda very loosely, can you tell I'm angered?)

Because if my memory serves me correctly, there have been multiple times where there will be those 'heroes vs villains' online Smash tournaments, and Pit and Dark Pit are always put as the 'hero vs villain.' And yes, I know that Dark Pit is an anti-hero in Uprising, but there is a clear difference between an anti-hero and villain (anti-hero -> good thing, bad reason ; villain -> bad thing, bad reason)

Not to mention that Uprising is about seven hours long, and Dark Pit is only in it for about three hours total, which honestly is not a lot of screentime for him. But in those three-ish hours, he has done more heroic things than any of the other villains/anti-heroes in Smash and I'd argue some of the heroes too have ever done. His good deeds outweigh his bad ones (he swallows his own pride to help Pit save Palutena, he puts his differences with Palutena aside to work together to save Pit's life by going to the Rewind Swing, he saves Pit from Hades' stomach, he once again puts his differences aside with Palutena to join Pit after Hades' defeat since she's the one who grants him the Power of Flight. And I would also like to mention that he did not instigate the fight throughout Chapter 6, Palutena and Pit started that)

Dark Pit acts the way he does because that's what people expect of him. They see him as a lesser version of Pit, so he's a kid who's gonna try and prove them wrong. He only picks fights with Pit because the first thing Palutena (who Pit openly loves and admires, which means Dark Pit deep down also still loves and admires her) says about him is that "he's fundamentally wicked and destructive and needs to be eliminated." Can you imagine the person you love, look up to and trust with your life say that about you? Sure, it might be another version of you, but it's still you. That's one reason why Dark Pit doesn't like Palutena (but that is a rant for another day where we bring the Pittoo nickname into play)

But I get it. It's easier to paint Dark Pit as a jerk and asshole character than exploring a complicated character with complex emotions and feelings that everyone disregards because it's just a bit too similar to how real people are in real life.

It's easier to say he's an edgy clone.

[beef-brisket]

Adam groaned as the bell rang, signalling the end of the extermination. He's noticed that the sinners are getting more resistant, and some are even attacking.

Not that it's doing much, his girls are able to handle anything, even if these assholes have angelic weapons.

But that doesn't mean Adam isn't worried. He stuck semi close to Abel, making sure nothing happened and nothing got too close.

Once Adam returned to the barracks, he couldn't see Abel anywhere. He was worried at first and took it upon himself to look around the common areas before heading to the commaders room.

But when he wasn't there, Adam started to panic, and on his way out, he nearly smacked into someone he really didn't feel like dealing with.

Lucifer: I- woah! Ada! Where's the fire?

Adam wants to break this basfards nose, do badly. If he had a nose, that is.

"Move. Abel is missing. I'm going out to find him."

Lucifer: Abel? Oh, I'm sure he's fine!

"He comes back with everyone at the end of each extermination! This is the first time he's late- and sinners have been fighting back, I'm not taking any chances."

As Ada started to leave, Lucifer quickly followed. He didn't know what she meant by sinners are fighting back- they shouldn't be. But... he does t blame them, he supposes.

Adam stopped when he heard someone following him. What he didn't expect was seeing the king.

"...What are you doing?"

Lucifer: Helping you, of course! I don't want the commander getting hurt. Not on our watch. It'll start a damn war!

Adam glared. "Damn fucking right, it will."

-

They flew around for what felt like hours, and Adam was getting extremely worried. He couldn't believe he had left his son for more than a second.

He couldn't trust Hell. His baby was too pure for this shit hole.

Lucifer could sense the growing tension, and as much as he hoped the second son was alright, he was curious about how Ada would act once they found him.

Ada came to a sudden stop. The king watched on a few beats in front of her. He watched her for a second before she dived down into an alley.

The king wasn't ready for Ada to be so quick, so he didn't move right away but when he did, he followed her down.

Landing at the entrench of the alley, he looked and saw Ada hugging a shaking Abel, surrounded by at least ten bloody bodies. One even had his golden sword sticking out of its back.

He could hear muffled whispers coming from the two. Abel sounded so panicked, and... he couldn't make out what Ada was saying. IF she was saying anything.

Lucifer: ...What happened?

Abel jumped, and looked up from Ada's arm: Y-You highness?! I-I didn't know you were here- I- I'm sorry-! S-so sorry! They crowded me- attacked me- I didn't want to- I didn't want to!

There aren't many of Adam's children Lucifer would feel sorry for, but Abel? Now? There was definitely a clench in his chest.

Looking up at Ada, Abel already have his hands wrapped around his helmet. Lucifer cpuld hear him begging to take it off, that he couldn't breath.

Ada helped him, quickly lifting it off his head.

Lucifer didn't know what to expect, but seeing a young man with a mop of blonde hair and Adam's golden eyes wasn't it.

He looked too innocent to be the commander. Lucifer couldn't understand why they got rid of Adam. Sure, he was an asshole but even Lucifer would admit that he was good at his job. Too good, sometimes.

Abel: I-I want to go home- can you- take over? P-Please- please, I can't do this.

Lucifer strained his ears to hear Ada speak, but he couldn't. It was like her voice was at a frequency only Abel could hear, and at first, Lucifer didn't know she was saying anything but by the lack of hand movements he put two and two together.

Adam: We're ending the extermination early, okay hun? We're heading back.

Abel: B-Back? But- can't Sera just... m-make you commander...? A-Again...?

Adam cupped Abel's face: I wish, bud. Really. But it's not that easy. She won't make it easy. So, we'll end it early.

Abel: No! No-no, I can... I don't want to disappoint the exorcists. Make them not have faith in me... I-I want to make you proud.

Adam smiled: You already have.

Abel cried and nuzzled into Adam's neck, making the first man wrap his arms tightly around the him.

Glancing at Lucifer, Adam made sire he was far enough away to not be able to hear them. They we're speaking as quietly as possible, but Adam doesn't trust the little bastard.

Abel: I... I want to try... I don't want to let them down or Heaven.

Adam's always been proud of his children, even Cain, but especially Abel. Right now, at least. He was being so brave, braver than Adam was when he first joined Heaven's army. He refused to attack, but Michael put a stop to that very quickly.

Adam: Okay, hun. I'll stay with you as best as I can.

Abel nodded and pulled on his helmet, both exorcist stand and carefully step over the pile of bodies.

Adam stood near Lucifer and watched as his son pulled his sword from one of the sinners' backs.

Lucifer looked between the two before looking up at Ada: Everything alright?

Ada nodded. "Fine. He was just a little shaken. He's never killed before. And no matter who you are, having a group of people corner you isn't the best feeling."

Lucifer nodded: He defended himself. But, this-.

The king waved a hand towards the carnage at the end of the alley.

Lucifer: Is the point. Their meant to die. And he feels... sorry? He's not like Adam, is he? He's too... sweet. Almost as if Adam never left- uh, it doesn't matter. Forget I said anything.

The first man wanted... to do something violent towards Lucifer. Like he'd know what he was like in Eden, Lucifer was the one that ruined it and turned cold towards Adam BECAUSE he acted that way. Because he was so different than Lilith.

He didn't even notice the changes in Adam as the days went past, as Lilith got bolder and more hurtful.

"...it's his first extermination. He's never killed anything in his life or afterlife- until now. And he doesn't know how Adam acted in Eden. He was born on earth and not in paradise. But I'm sure you remember. Don't need a history lesson after so many years, do you shorty?"

Lucifer stared at Ada, his red eyes burning brightly: No. I remember perfectly well.

"Good. I hope it hurts to remember all the shit you caused."

Lucifer glared, but before he could say anything, the new commander walked up to them, bloody sword in hand.

Abel: Okay- sorry about that... are we ready to head back?

He felt awkward as he looked between Lucifer and his dad. Why... were they together? He's never seen his dad hate anyone more than Lucifer and... well, he's heard the rumours about Lucifer and Lilith's feelings towards Adam.

Not that he understands it, but he knows better than to bring up Eden.

"You're fine, bud. You okay?"

Abel smiled awkwardly, Lucifer was still staring- glaring up at Adam: Uh- yep! I'm ready- are you?

Lucifer: We are. Let's head back. Quickly.

"Agreed."

Adam the Exorcist

@beef-brisket

Lute looked up wide eyed as her commander was giving his speech and there was a little sinner coming up behind him.

Lute: SIR BEHIND YOU!?

Adam stopped and turned, he gasped and grabbed Nifty by the neck and threw her at the hotel crew and Lucifer, glaring at the lot of them.

Adam: THIS ISN'T FUCKING OVER!!

Lucifer: I think it is bud, you should go home.

Adam glared more, he was leaving because he wanted to not because this little fucker told him to. He waved his hand giving them the signal that extermination day was officially over.

Adam: Exorcists fall back!

Lute: But ..... Sir -

Adam: NOW Lute!!

She nodded and glared at the King and princess of Hell along with her friends. They all flew back to heaven and Adam flipped Lucifer off before he was fully back in.

Adam groaned when the portal closed, they had never had it go that wrong that fast. This wasn't going to end well.

-

Adam: Retire!?

Sera sighed she knew Adam wouldn't take this well.

Sera: Yes Adam, it's time you step down as the commander of the exterminators.

Adam: Is this about what happened!? Because it won't happen again.

Sera: You're right, it won't.

Adam sighed: But Abel? My boy is too soft to do that job.

Sera: There's no one else to do it. You nearly died down there we....... We can't lose you.

On one hand he understands where she's coming from, but he was meant to do this! The only reason things went bad was because Lucifer showed up.

Lute just HAD to kill the princess's pet.

Adam: I don't want him to die.

Sera: He won't. We will be doing a more regimented training routine. You deserve a rest Adam.

Adam: ..... Yes Sera.

She smiled and held out her arms, Adam hugged her. She was only doing this because she loves him, he knows that. Doesn't make it suck any less.

Adam went back to his room to lay down, he didn't realize how tired he was until he did.

There had to be a way that he could still be an exterminator.

Some how.

[delis-4-meats]

I've just had the realization...

...that I- *sobs*- I only hyper fixate on doomed from the start ships and I'm kinda pissed about it, so I'm making it everyone's problem.

OKAAAY HERE WE GO!

Merlin and Arthur:

(There are 5 seasons of romantic/sexual(?) tension I need to cover and not enough time so imma just throw shit out there)

Merlin (a sorcerer/wizard/god/Hiccup Haddock) accidentally gets the job of being Prince Arthur of Camelot's manservant... Bro really didn't want the job. At this time in Camelot, sorcery is illegal but what most don't know is that some are born with magic abilities, so they are convicting and executing innocent people. Soooo yeah, living in the same place as a bunch of anti-witch people and being someone who practices/was born with magic abilities, not good. Eventually Arthur and Merlin became inseparable, Merlin throughout the years has been saving Arthur's life without him knowing and trying to change Arthur's opinion on sorcery without outing himself. In the end Arthur dies (In Merlin's arms btw after he proposed to Merlin) and Merlin is doomed to wander the Earth for all of eternity (Because pookie is basically the wizard god and refuses to die until he sees Arthur again) waiting for Arthur to come back. (SOBS MY EYELIDS OFF)

Megatron and Optimus:

(This is just for TFO, I'm not going to get into the burning shit hole that is TFP, IDW, G-1, and every other wonderful universe's Optimus and Megatron relationship)

Besties/Lovers, inseparable, the ideal relationship in a hard, down on your luck life... Then they realized they were slaves and had two ways of going about taking out their terrible tyrant of a leader (Fucking hate Sentinel). Megs going straight to murder and possibly torture in front of all of Icon (Exposing Sentinel in such a harsh, violent way that would've gone against his moral compass in the beginning of the movie). OP though, has a different approach to expose him to the rest of the world (Sure, is taking someone's head and racking their brain for memories kinda violent, yeah. Does it probably hurtless/is less harmful for big space robots then it is for humans, most likely. It was still a little unsettling for me though) and, unlike Megs, wants to imprison him. Megs got lost in his rage and vengeance (Sasuke core) that made him do a whole lot of things he CAN'T take back, even if he wanted to (He doesn't want to. He's so convinced that he knows what he's doing is morally correct and will fix all his pain). OP was hurt badly emotionally at least (My boi has a whooole lot of trauma) and was actually KILLED by Megs, he has a whole WORLD literally forced onto his shoulders with his new position of a Prime and he (A former mining slave with no education) NEEDS to take care of the whole damn thing. On top of that OP was thrown into war with the Quintessons while probably having to deal with terf battles with the Deceptions, controlling potential riots, politics (ew), and supporting a probably failing economy. ("Thanks Primus," said no one ever. Hi, I'm no one.)

Thorin and Bilbo:

(I'm talking about the movies, yes I read the book, but shut up because I like the movies and idc what you say)

Strangers to friends to lovers in little more than a year. Thorin was guarded, stoical, rude, and harsh with Bilbo in the beginning because he thought that Bilbo was too pompous and fragile to help in their treacherous journey. And Bilbo (being the pompous lil boi he is) is scared out of his head, full of wonder of the world outside the Shire (enough sass to fill the Earth like the great flood in da Bible), and was basically forced on said treacherous journey, has feelings for Thorin but they are purely physical and fade quickly because of how rude Thorin is to him (very ungentlemanly for a king if you ask him). But over time Bilbo proves that he's more than his best suit and by the heavens, Thorin. Is. Down. BAD. He can defend himself to a certain extent, hot. He can use his wit to get out of almost any situation, hot. He will give up his word and sacrifice his honor on Thorin's name and honesty, hot as fuck man. They basically have a WHOLE MOVIE with them subtly loving on each other... BUT THEN THORIN GETS THE DRAGON SICKNESS!! He goes crazy over cursed dragon gold, throws out Bilbo, and starts a war. Then after like half the movie, he faces the danger and says 'NO MORE!' to the gold, rallies his troops, wins the war, AND BLEEDS OUT AND DIES!! IN BILBO'S ARMS!! Leaving POOR SWEET BILBO to go home, alone, depressed, and CURSED!! Bilbo comes home and everyone thinks he was dead so they're selling (Stealing) his belongings, his name and reputation is dragged through the mud because he went on an AdVeNtUrE, and he's single for the REST OF HIS LIFE!! (They ruin me... Cries around my suspiciously bagginshield shaped fics & fanart)

Ok, I'm done... For now.

Gonna be honest, doing this made me think of more ships Bdko (iykyk), SkyStar, and Hijack (In a lot of fics that I read anyway) are a few of them.

Might do this again it was a good vent, besides no one's gonna see this anyway.

[concretejunglefm]

listen, I can't get this out of my head

Noah is your ex, but you're working with BO on this tour as a photographer; you two never really got over each other, but it was never the right time to actually get back together, but when he finds out that you are actually falling in love with someone else? pfffff homeboy is fucking LOSING IT

plsplspls what else would you put in this?

(I'M losing it at this point)

I love this idea because it's promising for sooooo much angst and *rubs gay little hands together* I love angst if that isn't obvious by now.

To start with is the obvious when it comes to you about Noah, you're not necessarily over Noah, but you've chosen to accept the fact that it wasn't your time and moved on, you've found someone new, surely he would've too? No matter what, he'll always hold a special place in your heart.

The most important thing is that this tour is a huuuuge opportunity for you and your growing portfolio, and you will not allow yourself to be distracted by the fact you're working with your ex. You're going to prove to Bryan, who has given you this opportunity, that you can be professional.

Naturally it starts out maybe a little awkward before you're both breaking the ice and find yourself slipping back into the familiar territory, because even before and after getting together, maybe you were good at the friend thing too. You liked one another's company, you could always have a laugh together, you shared similar interests and had enlightening conversations. You had to admit it, but with him it was easy.

Cut to Bryan letting you take photos from their practice as prep for the actual show and that's when you get this big beaming smile from Noah.

Doesn't it just make your heart melt?

Everything feels so great, nothing could go wrong right?

You and your ex especially are handling this better than ever, except what you don't know is Noah has been talking to the guys about you and potentially asking about getting back together. It was perhaps his initial thought too when he knew you were joining them on tour, but Nicholas was his voice of reason and convinced him maybe don't. however now, after watching you together for this past week, his thoughts on this have changed a little.

And this would be such a great plan if it's not for Noah catching wind of the fact you're moving on.

How this happens could play out different ways:

Noah overhears you on the phone to someone else.

Noah overhears you telling someone else on tour, maybe Bryan since you're both getting close with working together and him helping you learn more things.

Maybe one of the guys overhears you and tells Noah or tells you that you need to, since they're already aware of his feelings and it's just unfair on him.

For extra drama the guy could actually be someone attached to Noah, but prepare for this to end badly for you because bros over ho*s.

Either way the result will come out the same and you end up with these photos and Noah being a grumpy baby.

Cue the blow up, or at least the lead up to it, because now you're either going to have a cute style confession scene, or something more dramatic that only drives the wedge further apart.

For extra angst you can always add in a surprise kiss at this point which is walked in on by your special someone 🫣

Is this too much? Did I get a little carried away? I'm sorry anon, my brain decided to run with this and I'm losing my mind as much as Noah clearly would be.

I didn't even get to mention how pathetic or desperate he would get after knowing you're falling for someone else, like other than being grumpy this man is going to do EVERYTHING he can to get your attention, to get you to focus on him, and make you forget all about what's-his-face. Maybe steal your phone when you're together just to have you to himself. Maybe a send a text pretending to be you and asking for some 'space'.

Honestly, depending on the type of narrative you want, not only from Noah but in general, you could have sooo much fun.

And let's not forget about you during all of this because how are you feeling? Are you frustrated by him doing these things? Do you secretly like it and encourage it on purpose? Are you oblivious? All of that just plays into how everything unfolds.

[lucyvaleheart]

how's that saying go, something something disaster lesbian? heh. keep up. im a disaster in general.

[cherriesfm]

michael  knew  he  was  teetering  on  the  edge  of  something  he  couldn't  come  back  from  and  that  knowledge  alone  was  the  sole  cause  of  him  stalling  as  much  as  he  could  —  testing  how  much  longer  he  could  hold  on  before  he  completely  unravelled;  before  serin  could  undo  him  entirely.  the  tension  between  them  had  awakened  him,  the  constant  push  and  pull  igniting  a  fire  within  him  that  he  was  struggling  to  keep  at  bay.  he  knew  she  could  tell  too.  after  all,  she  had  read  him  within  a  single  encounter  and  as  much  as  he  tried  to  hide  it,  she  was  starting  to  know  his  subtle  tells.  it  was  much  harder  to  hide  how  much  he  wanted  this  now  that  he'd  gotten  a  little  taste  of  it,  the  same  moment  inside  the  gallery  replaying  in  his  mind.  he  had  briefly  thought  of  what  it  would  be  like  the  first  time  she  walked  away  from  him  and  yet  he  hadn't  imagined  it  would  feel  this  intoxicating.  his  restraint  was  partly  to  give  himself  room  to  back  out,  feel  like  he  wasn't  crossing  that  point  of  no  return  just  yet,  and  it  was  partly  because  he  selfishly  wanted  to  savor  the  moment.  he  couldn't  risk  being  interrupted.  her  words  cut  through  the  silence.  you  really  think  this  is  about  control,  michael?  it  used  to  be.  it  started  out  that  way,  at  least,  but  he  felt  the  shift  long  ago,  right  when  he  was  trying  to  keep  up  with  the  new  rules  of  their  game.  it  wasn't  about  control  anymore,  it  was  about  driving  the  other  to  their  breaking  point  first.  yet,  wasn't  their end  goal  the  same?  "i  know  what  you're  trying  to  do,  serin.  i  told  you  i  can  keep  up  with  you  and  i  meant  that  in  more  ways  than  one,"  he  spoke,  his  tone  quieter  and  softer  than  he'd  ever  been,  a hint of honesty peeking through.  "if  all  you  wanted  was  control,  i'm  sure  you  would've  gotten  it  a  long  time  ago."  despite  her  remaining  silent,  michael  could  feel  her  presence  like  his  own  pulse  drumming  in  his  veins,  even  when  she  wasn't  looking  at  him.  she  had  pushed  him  to  the  edge  and  he  was  merely  waiting  for  her  to  push  him  right  over  it.  it  wasn't  going  to  take  much,  he  was  sure,  just  as  he  was  sure  the  minute  they  were  behind  closed  doors  she  would  be  able  to  tell  just  how  badly  he  wanted  her  —  just  how  badly  he'd  been  looking  forward  to  it.  he  pulled  into  the  parking  lot,  the  engine  coming  to  a  halt  as  he  cut  the  ignition  and  waited.  he  didn't  move  for a beat,  his  grip  on  the  wheel  only  loosening  slightly  and  the  silence  between  them  stretching.  "we  both  know  i'm  not  the  only  one  who's  halfway  there,  serin,"  he  turned  to  face  her  then,  unclipping  his  seatbelt.  "but  i'm  going  to  let  you  pretend  because  it's  only  a  matter  of  time  now."  without  waiting  for  her  response,  he  pushed  his  door  open,  the  sound  cutting  through  the  silence,  as  the  cool  air  hit  him  suddenly  —  a  welcome  change  from  the  fire  he  felt  all  over.

it was that brief, delicious moment where everything felt like it could shift — the kind of moment that should've been electrifying in the best way, but for serin, it only deepened the tension, made her want him more. she’d felt it too, the pull, the heat of their kiss in the dark corner of the gallery, the way he’d tasted like something forbidden, like a hunger they both couldn’t escape, even if they’d tried. they had lost themselves for a second, and now, here they were, sitting in this car, the space between them crackling like static, both holding on to the very edge of control. serin wasn’t used to waiting. she didn’t let anyone dictate the terms, not when she knew she had the power. but michael? he was different. he was a puzzle she wasn’t sure she wanted to solve, but she couldn’t help herself. she wanted to see how far he’d go, how much restraint he had left before it all unraveled. his jaw tightened, his grip on the wheel firm, his eyes flicking briefly to her hand before returning to the road, like he could pretend she wasn’t there. like he could pretend the charge between them wasn’t undeniable. he was trying not to give in, trying not to let her see how badly she was getting under his skin. but serin knew this game, maybe better than he did. and it wasn’t just about winning; it was about making him want to lose control, making him beg for it, even if he wouldn’t admit it. the shift in the car’s atmosphere was palpable. a small, private smile curled at the corner of her lips as she turned her attention back to the window, but she didn’t relax. no, she was far from it. she could feel everything between them — the friction, the tension, the game they were playing. city lights flickered, painting shadows across her face as the hum of the engine wrapped around them. her fingers traced the edge of her dress, slow, casual, but calculated. out of the corner of her eye, she watched him, the way his body remained stiff, his focus unwavering, as if gripping the wheel was the only thing keeping him tethered. "you really think this is about control, michael?" her voice was soft, dipping into something darker, quieter. she shifted in her seat, every movement deliberate. "i don’t need to control you. i just need to get you to the point where you’ll lose it. you’re already halfway there, aren’t you?" she knew he knew she was playing a game, but she wasn’t sure if he realized how much she was enjoying it. the flicker of his grin when he spoke, so calm, so measured, told her he was trying to keep his cool, but it didn’t fool her. she saw it in his jaw, in the way his fingers tightened around the wheel like he was holding back a dam that was sure to break. her lips parted to speak, but she let the silence stretch, hanging in the air just a second longer than usual. it was a challenge. she wanted him to break. to make the first move. to let go of the restraint he was clinging to like it was the only thing keeping him steady. the car moved smoothly through the streets, but every passing mile felt like it dragged her closer to something she wasn’t sure she wanted to face. she was tired of playing games, but she also couldn’t help herself. part of her didn’t want to give in, didn’t want to let him see how badly she wanted this — wanted him. another part of her didn’t care. because she knew how this night was going to end. she didn’t need to be the one to make the first move. she had no doubt he’d let himself slip soon enough, and when he did, when he couldn’t hold it back any longer — she’d be right there, waiting.

[why-the-heck-not]

submitted the last course for my bachelor's degree and now I'm going to start stress-knitting the most homemade looking scarf there ever was (it's 6 diff colors that might or might not go together and also I'm bad at knitting and I have no plan nor am I going to be counting layers, I'll switch the yarn when I feel like it) I'm nervous things are gonna fall through the last second somehow and I'll get a ''u can't graduate actually''-email once I send in that "graduating now pls"-form (can't yet bc waiting for the last courses to be graded)

[beargregor]

Chef greg delivery just for you. it's a wonder I hadn't bearified him yet, he's my fave greg too 🔪

gays literally only want one thing (to be chopped up and eaten by a depressed man) and it's fucking disgusting

[bobbyfloyd]

nothing like a 12 am spiral over religious trauma lol

[sezja]

Can we please bring the VIth Legion, trapped in Azys Lla, home to Garlemald or at the very least away from Azys Lla

[chronurgy]

Experiencing the world's fucking weirdest work situation atm. Like genuinely what the fuck. I can't even really post about it because it's too identifying but know I am going through it™