#obsessed and devoted

[itsswritten]

Just me and @writingcroissant establishing the type of possessive Azriel is…let’s be real he’s a simp 🧎

[followmybadreligion]

thinking about your blue-collar!husband who just can’t tell you no…

it's almost as if the word isn't in his vocabulary when it comes to you.

while he doesn't meant to over-do it, there's always something in him that just wants to make things happen, you know? wants to make you happy.

he blames his years of southern living. the culture and family that taught him that his woman should never have to work a day in her life. that all she should worry about is enjoying life— the life he provides for her as a labor of his love.

he watched his daddy do it; deliver his mother fresh flowers in the morning with a kiss on her head and his wallet on the table. before that, it was his grandfather and the ranch he built from scratch to appease his picky woman. even saw some of the chivalry his great grandfather showed in the little ways he still could, like with a new pearl necklace or fur coat on an occasion.

it was their duty as men to provide. especially as men smitten with their wives.

this is how you found yourself with boxes and boxes of gifts underneath the christmas tree, each one wrapped was with delicate touches and care. the gifts consisted of things you’d obsessed over once upon a time or maybe mentioned once in passing. it was all the same to him, though. you wanted it? he got it.

it was how you found yourself on your knees on a sunday, passing him tools as he installed new shelves and displays in your walk-in closet. you already had a vanity, a wardrobe, and as many dressers as one could imagine, but you’ve never been a light shopper. once your bags started collecting in neat piles along your room, he’d gotten a clue. all it took was a simple “honey, do you think you could do this for me?” and he’d clear his schedule.

it was how you tried nearly every restaurant in your fast-paced city. the high-brow, low-brow, and hole in the wall places, too. if he thought you’d like it then that’s exactly where he’d take you. he loved seeing you melt as you found a new dish you enjoyed. he loved how you always gathered some of your food and brought it to his lips in an effort to get him to try it. so what if the two of you ordered the same thing? your’s tastes a little different!

it was how he winded up with your name tattooed across his chest, the word carved into him in a way he simply relished in. you didn’t even have to ask for it, no, and he was in no rush to tell you either. but, he wears it as proudly as he does his wedding band— just another reminder of his devotion to you.

it was how, in the midst of a heated moment of passion, you saw that tattoo. how you halted your grinding on top of him with a racing mind and hooded eyes, locked in on the black, beautiful cursive your name rested in. how your left hand came to rest on it, and for a few short seconds, it met your wedding ring. how you really, truly came to believe that your man is so much more than head over heels for you.

[ghost4love]

Another roommate Ghost!simon;

You and Simon co-parent a beautiful German Shepard by the name of daisy…. Or should I say Daisy is Simons dog but once you moved in she loved and doted on you like she was your own.

You spoil her rotten always gaining a huff from Simon followed by a gruff “she’d trade you for a bit of steak , ain’t nothing special love” which you learnt just to roll your eyes at.

One thing you didn’t expect was the day you were working away at your laptop when daisy came trotting into the living room holding a slobbered card in her mouth.

“What you got girl?” You say as you gently take the card out her mouth as she pants with a big smile on her face.

Between the streaks of slobber you read the card out loud… “Happy Mother’s Day to the best adopted mom love daisy …. Woof woof” you let out a hearty laugh as you give her a love thanking her as you kiss her on the head.

“She made me get you one” simons voice bellowed from the doorway.

“Oh yeah …. Just like she made you write in it for her and write woof woof”

you laugh as you smile soflty at him your heart full as daisy gives you the much needed kisses. As he just shakes his head.

“I’d do anything from you love...” Simon whispered to himself as his gaze softens as he watches over his two girls.

[souffreii]

stalking will always be romantic to me like oh, you're curious about me? you want to know what i'm doing right now? where i am? what kind of clothes i'm wearing? the kind of people i hang out with? i think it's sweet to have someone so fascinated by you that they pay attention to all the little details of your life. that kind of devotion is beautiful to me ♡

[flwrkid14]

The Reincarnation of Romance

Tim doesn’t believe in fate. He believes in statistics, in probabilities, in cold, hard logic. He believes in data points and patterns and cause and effect.

Danny doesn’t believe in fate either. He believes in choices, in carving your own path, in standing at the precipice of the unknown and stepping forward anyway.

And yet—

There is something undeniably fated about them.

Something in the way Tim’s fingers trail along Danny’s wrist like he’s tracing the life thread of his own existence. Something in the way Danny says Tim’s name like a whispered prayer, like the world could crumble around them and it wouldn’t matter as long as they were together.

Something ancient, something timeless.

Tim doesn’t believe in past lives. And yet, when he looks at Danny, there is a familiarity that stretches beyond reason, beyond explanation. It’s in the way Danny leans into his touch like he’s done it a thousand times before. It’s in the way Tim worships him so openly, so effortlessly, without hesitation.

Like instinct. Like inevitability.

The family doesn’t know what to do with them.

Tim, whose love is all-consuming, who would burn the world to the ground if it ever so much as thought of harming Danny. Danny, who welcomes Tim’s obsession with the amused indulgence of a man who was clearly adored in another lifetime and carries the memory of it in his bones.

Danny sweeps Tim into his arms at a moment’s notice, presses kisses against his wrist with breathless adoration, waxes poetic about Tim’s brilliance, his beauty, his mind.

Tim, for his part, is indulgent. Amused. He watches Danny with dark, knowing eyes, lips quirked in a smile that betrays nothing but quiet satisfaction. He tilts his chin up just slightly when Danny kisses his hand, his wrist, the inside of his palm. A queen granting favor.

They move through the world as though they exist on some other plane, where every touch is sacred and every look is a vow.

They are impossible to be around.

“Mon amour,” Danny gasps the moment Tim steps into the room, eyes alight with an adoration that borders on worship. He strides forward, hands already reaching for Tim’s waist, his arms, anything he can hold.

Tim hums, tilting his head as Danny presses a kiss to the back of his hand. “Darling,” he murmurs, amusement dancing at the edges of his voice.

Jason groans. Steph makes a gagging noise.

“You were apart for five minutes,” Duke says flatly.

“Five minutes too long,” Danny insists, pressing his forehead dramatically against Tim’s shoulder. “The sun is cold without you, my love.”

Tim lifts a delicate brow, but his fingers still come up to tangle in Danny’s hair, slow and methodical. A caress disguised as nothing at all. “You are insufferable.”

“And yet, you adore me.”

A smile, small and sharp, curls at the edges of Tim’s lips. “A tragic truth.”

Cass watches them with knowing and amused eyes. Duke mutters something about how it’s “so much worse in person.” Damian looks between them with deep suspicion but diligently sketches the scene anyway.

And Bruce? Bruce has seen a lot of things in his life. He’s fought gods, stood against the impossible, watched the world bend and break and come back together again.

But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for the reincarnation of Odysseus and Penelope manifesting in his own home.

Tim and Danny don’t care.

Tim is obsessed. Tim is devoted. Tim is utterly, ridiculously in love, and he makes sure Danny knows it every waking moment of his existence.

Danny basks in it.

They have done this before, in another life, in another time, and they will do it again in the next.

Because, for Tim and Danny, love is eternal.

[anuphim]

doodle dump !

[kimiko24]

I've proven myself, haven't I?

[elysiumwhispers]

liking a girl will make you go feral and want to die btw

[devotedevangeline]

The devil couldn't get me so he made me clingy AND self-conscious

[fiftypiercings]

I can't believe I decided to read orv on a whim because I just wanted a good manhwa with no romance subplot and here I am knees deep into the novel questioning my whole life because whatever these mfs have got going on is much more nastier and visceral than any romance.

[johnnyshrine]

★ 093 // “POV: You Died :("

[ghost4love]

Thinking about roommate Ghost!simon;

You knew what he did for a living it was hard not too when he would disappear into thin air then appear weeks or months later. You also knew that he wasn’t a physical touch kinda guy, he froze to a point you even felt his heart stop when you tried to hug him when he returned from a 3 month mission.

So you develop the “air hug” even if it was one sided. Whenever he returned home, whether you caught him returning or you walked in on him cooking in the kitchen one morning. You would simply raise your arms and open them in the air and say “welcome home si” always followed by a “I’m glad you’re home safe “ before dropping your arms after having a successful hum or a small chuckle from him.

But today …. Today was different.

You was lounging on the living room couch watching some tinpot reality show, too lazy to change the channel when the door opened, a tried and fragile Simon stood 5 feet away. You could tell this mission took it out of him, you never pry into details but you have learnt how to read his eyes.

You sigh softly as you stand up, blanket wrapped over your shoulders as you lift your arms open to do your air hug but … instead of the emptiness you was meet with Simon… his arms wrapped round your waist as he bent down to rest his head on your shoulder. Holding you… hugging you tight like you wasn’t real. Your froze before gently wrapping your arms and the blanket around him as you whisper a soft “welcome home love; I’m glad your home safe” which caused a soft sigh and a little squeeze as you stay embraced in eachother arms.

But what you don’t see is Simons soft smile as his eyes slightly water after finally breaking down his walls to come and hug you back… the person who he keeps fighting hard for… the only person who makes him feel seen… the home inside his home.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice

[shisasan]

12 June 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[flwrkid14]

When Obsession Meets Devotion, Tim and Danny learn to exist only for each other

Tim and Danny have days where they simply can't be apart for longer than 30 minutes, as if the physical distance between them burns. Sometimes, holding each other close isn’t enough—they crave something more visceral, like the overwhelming need to open each other’s ribcages, to crawl inside and be surrounded by the warmth of their partner’s heart—where they can truly find comfort, heart against heart, soul entwined. It's not just about closeness; it's about being inseparable in every possible way.

On certain days, there are times when Danny's Obsession screams at him. If he goes too long without seeing Tim, the need to care for, protect, and keep his beloved safe becomes impossible to ignore. His Obsession surges, pulling him toward Tim, begging to feel his pulse, his breath, to know that Tim is right there with him. It’s not just a want—it’s a primal need to make sure Tim is okay, that he hasn’t slipped through his fingers like everything else in his life. The distance feels unnatural, as if something fundamental is missing, and when he finally finds Tim, the world rights itself again.

For Tim, there are days where he feels a gnawing pit of anxiety in his chest, a voice reminding him of everyone who’s ever left. Those days, he seeks out Danny, fingers trembling until they brush against his skin, a silent question, needing reassurance that Danny isn’t going anywhere. The touch grounds him, reminds him that here, in this moment, Danny is staying. He’s not going to leave, he’s not going to disappear like so many before. On those days, Danny’s presence is more than just comforting; it’s survival.

There are days when words fail them both, and all that’s left is the quiet. In that silence, they hold each other, Tim’s head tucked under Danny’s chin, Danny’s arms wrapped protectively around him, and for a while, they let the world disappear. They don’t need anything else—just the steady thrum of each other’s heartbeat, reminding them they’re not alone. They’re together, and that’s all that matters.

For Danny, his need to care for Tim runs deep, more than just an Obsession—it’s a compulsion. And for Tim, his fear of being left alone draws him ever closer to Danny, making their bond something unbreakable. There are days where they can’t help but exist only for each other, as if the rest of the world fades away, and nothing matters but them.

It’s a reminder that even with the ghosts and the danger and the past trauma, sometimes all they need is each other. And that’s enough.

[bloodydollsoul]

VIOLENT, MUTUAL OBSESSION. CODEPENDENCY. YOU BECOME MY GOD, I AM YOUR ONLY AND FAVOURITE DEVOTEE IN THE WHOLE WORLD AND WE BELONG TO EACH OTHER.

Yes or YES?