#real love excists

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I don't think we can really comprehend love.

I think for people like myself and other people that haven't found 'the one', that love is something that cannot be fully understood. Something in the distance that you can never fully see.

And sure, I have been in love, maybe even (multiple) times. And it feels like the most extreme feeling and you think you know what love is.

But you don't know, bcs you haven't met the one, that make you feel the way love is supposed to feel, not one sided.

And with so much of both heart in it.

So yeah I think that I, and all those others, can't really understand what real love is.

Until that moment somewhere in time.

[potatounicoorn]

I wonder if Nya had never returned, would she have eventually became an urban legend of sort? With people desperately searching for her, trying to even see a glimp of her, to prove the girl turned ocean was real and there?

[apple-bread]

[ray935sworld]

Equals

Marcmarc Soulmate AU

13.12 winter writing challenge

Marco had early on decided that he had the coolest soulmark in existence.

He didn't had a heart on his arm like his parents or a rose on his thunder like the woman next door. He didn't had some weird or sappy symbol.

No he had a very cool one. He was a young boy, just 4 years old, so things like skulls, bikes or swords where the coolest things in existence.

And he was convinced that this meant his soulmate was just as cool. They had to be, with a tattoo like this!

He often thought about it and about ten other person who had the same symbol.

He didn't know mich about them. Yet. His parents told him, he had been born with the mark. So his soulmate was older than him. Sadly he didn't know anything else.

He knew there was a person with the same symbol in the same color at the same place, who was older than him. Maybe just a day older. Or a year. Or 10 years. He didn't know. Not until he'd met the other person.

So he just made his way through life. He often wondered if his soulmate would think he was cool. After all he was a rider and most people considered bikes cool. But maybe they thought he was a reckless idiot for riding.

He hated that thought. Riding meant so much to him. So he didn't want that. He hoped they would understand and maybe learn to tolerate it, for his sake.

Stopping however wasn't an alternative either. So he just went with it and hoped for the best once they'd meet.

But when a certain picture suddenly appeared, he knew he didn't had to worry about his soulmate not liking bikes.

It was the summer of 2014, he used his laptop to scan all kinds of sides for motogp content he hadn't inhaled yet.

So it was more of an accident - or a coincidence that his tumblr feat created - that he saw a picture of Marquez. That picture.

Marc wore really short shorts. Really, really short shorts. It allowed a photo to be taken of the higher part of his thigh.

And there it was. A brown sword. The same one Bez had.

Immediately he closed the laptop. He smashed it shut with a dark sound. His breathing was hitching up.

"Fuuuck" he cursed as the realization washed over him.

Marc Marquez had the same symbol on his thigh as him. Which could be a coincidence. Maybe it was a normal tattoo, that just happened to be a brown sword.

But it seem to have all the little details his soulmark had. So how was that supposed to be a coincidence?

And he knew that Marquez had once said he didn't had another tattoo.

So that was his soulmark. They had the same. They were soulmates...

Marco leaned back in his chair. His soulmate was Marc Marquez.

The Marc Marquez. The most beautiful and currently most successful rider on the grid of the sport that he adored with his whole heart.

To say that he was excited would be an understatement. He was excisted and in disbelief.

His soulmate really was the coolest person in existence. He was the current motogp champion, on his best way to fight for the title again.

And he?

He was in the Italian moto3. He was nobody. He was just a wanna be.

He started to feel small. Small and worthless. How could he even match him? How could someone like Marquez even think about a teenager like him? Especially consider him for such a big part of his life?

It seemed wrong, like a bad joke. Like an impossible idea.

Marc wouldn't recognize him. He wouldn't even notice him. Not to mention that there was no real way of meeting him.

He bit his lips and made a decision. He would become his equal. At least in the way of being a motogp rider. He would make it. Just to prove himself that he was worthy of being Marc Marquez soulmate.

He was worthy of his love and attention.

He started to train even harder, with more determination. He started tk be more ruthless on track and soon it paid off.

He became part of the academy and his dream seemed so real for a moment. With the additional advice, help, contacts and support, he was sure he could find a way to join the paddock.

His dream was so close, he could almost touch it. He couldn't be happier to be part of something as great as that. He knew it was his best shot to become someone that belonged in the real paddock, messing with the big boys.

And there was one big boy he especially wanted to mess with. In more than one sense. On track. And even more off track.

It was his best chance to get to his soulmate.

He wanted to meet him. Just to talk to him. He wouldn't say a word about their matching soulmark. He didn't want to put Marc on a spot in any way. He just wanted to see what he was really like.

He wanted to be his colleague, maybe his friend and then -

Then a few things happened. 2015 and everything connected to it happen.

Vale's hate for Marc happened. His hatred against everyone connected to him or defending him happen.

Bez stood on the side watching it. If felt like a bonfire. It felt like every comment, every remark, every word was a stab through his own heart.

And normally he wouldn't just take it. He wouldn't stand aside watching someone he loved or cared about being dragged through the mood. Especially not his soulmate. And not like this.

It was too much. Too mean. It caused to much destruction.

But he just couldn't do anything about it. He simply couldn't step up and defend Marc. He couldn't stop it.

He knew what would happen if he tried. He'd be out of the academy and lose everything. He would lose all the opportunity and people he had met. All the talks for a proper seat would be over and then - where was he supposed to go? What was he supposed to do?

Everything he and his family had sacrificed would be wasted. All the money and time would have gone into nothing. And he couldn't risk that.

And he knew what shadow it would cast as well. He knew it would be bad and his reputation would be fucked. What team would want him if not even his own mentor had thought he was worthy enough to keep teaching?

All teams already had their potential candidates and if he'd slip away now, he'd never made it in the international championship. He would lose his only hope to properly meet his soulmate and become his equal.

So he swallowed his pride and his principles. In his head he apologized every time he bit his tongue or had to support it.

"It's the only way for us to meet. I need his help to get to you. Please forgive me." he sometimes whispered at night.

It didn't change anything though. Vale still talked shit and he agreed. But at least it worked. He made his way through moto3 and moto2. He knew it was thanks to his mentor and he was part of Rossi's team so he had to be even more loyal. He couldn't slip up or everything was ruined.

At some pointed he started to cover up his soulmate tattoo. He used bandages to cover it when he was training with the others and claimed he had taken a hit of something.

Sometimes it was a metal pole that hit his leg when he was doing hip thrust in the gym. Sometimes he fell off his bike and hit something in a weird ankle. Sometimes he stole his mother's foundation and covered the tattoo like this.

At the same time, he bought around 500 fake tattoos of a skull. After all he did need a soulmate tattoo and he couldn't risk getting exposed like that.

He wasn't even sure if and who knew what Marc's soulmark was but he didn't want to risk it. He couldn't risk all the progress he had made.

He had finally manged to make himself a name in the paddock. Even if it was for now only in the lower classes. He had even seen Marc a few times.

In reality he was even more stunning and beautiful.

He had trying saying hello once. But Marc just passed him with a confused look. He felt so embarrassed about it. To him he must look like an idiotic teenager.

Everytime he wanted to smash his head against a wall. He must look like an idiot. And every time he tried taking a step towards Marc, he was sure the others would notice and question it.

And the only solution he had was blurred out something rude about Marc as if he wasn't head over heels in love with him.

"You know I don't mean all the shit I say about you, right?" he asked the darkness of his room as if it was a portal to Spain. Maybe if he tried it long and often enough Marc would hear him one days. "It must seem like I don't even like you. But I love you so much that it makes me stupid."

He sighed turning around and closing his eyes again. "It makes me so stupid that I talk shit about you just to get closer to you. How does that even make sense? I want to be close to you but I only get close to you if I'm mean to you?"

But somehow it worked.

He was a motogp rider. He stared at his first contract, grinning like a little kid. "I'll be there, Marc... I'm going to be there next year. And then I need to show you that I don't hate you... And that I'm boyfriend material... Without losing my seat cause Vale found out. So only the hardest is still to come. Great"

And he was correct. It was great and the hardest part.

It was great cause suddenly marc actually seemed to see him. He said hello sometimes when they passed each other. But it was almost always in public. And there were cameras everywhere. And people that worked for Vale.

And last thing he needed was a discussion with his mentor about loyalty and why Marc is an asshole.

But then Marc kneeled next to him in a dark corner, smiling at him. He told him he'd be great. That he'd get podiums and wins. And Bez heart exploded. He watched him leave. He made another comment and he almost hated himself for it.

All he wanted to do was press him against the wall, climb in his lap and kiss him stupid. He wanted him. He wanted to kiss and kiss him again. He wanted to hug him, feel him and make sure to never let him go again.

But he couldn't.

So he just said back, his head against the stone wall whispering "So I succeeded? You finally see me as something close to your equal? You think I'm worthy of your attention?"

All soulmate AU parts

[goodgirlofglory]

Occupied / One-shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2,5k

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (m recieving), blowjob, balls-worship, handjob, a smidge of painplay (concerning the aforementioned balls), some d/s undertones (with Bucky being a sweet subby boy and loving being manhandled), exhibitionist kink, semi-public sex (they're in the loo with a lot of people outside), cumshot in mouth, swallowing cum, a little cum in hair (lol)

Summary: You have dragged Bucky into the handicapable toilet on the main floor of the administrations floor of S.H.I.E.L.D and intend to swallow his cock. Who is he to say no?

Note: Hiyaaa, this is just a short, cheeky little something for those who have a sweet tooth for subby simpy Bucky (ie ME)💞 This excists in the same universe as Ambrosial, my first Bucky fic, and happens sometime after Bucky and reader start getting real comfortable with each other🥰 Hope you enjoy🦋

(Not betaread so all mistakes are mine and i kinda can't be arsed to care🤷‍♀️😘)

Replies, reblogs, likes and asks are amazing💫💕

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The choked groan escaped Bucky’s gritted teeth despite his uttermost efforts to keep it in. A low hum came in answer from below, either in agreement or appreciation - or a mix of both. Bucky could hear the continuous buzz of people milling about outside the handicapped toilet. He didn’t really need his enhanced hearing to hear how busy it was, but his heightened senses almost made it seem like the crowd was inside the room with the two of you. It was on the main floor of the administration's wing for God’s sake - and you were on your knees at Bucky’s feet, softly nuzzling the hard bulge that had formed in his pants during the last thirty seconds since you pulled him into the single lavatory room and flipped the lock to “occupied”. 

Oh who was he kidding, he’d been sporting a semi since you gave him that low-lidded glance in the strategy meeting an hour back. He would recognise that look anywhere, anytime and it always went right to his cock like an adrenaline shock. Now all his blood was rushing south so fast he almost felt faint. Faint with anticipation at what you apparently intended to do mere meters away from the whole administration of S.H.I.E.L.D – and faint with nerves at you doing this mere meters away from the whole administrations office of S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Fuuuck,” Bucky grated out, biting his fist to stop himself from groaning louder as your nimble fingers undid his pants and let his cock bounce free of its restraints. Bucky’s breath was out of fucking control, huffing unevenly as his muscles ached to grab at you, to bring you closer, to bend you over the sink or throw you over his shoulder and make the escape to one of your rooms. He wasn’t really picky about the places he took you, but this? This was kind of insane, even for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, he fucking lived for your hands on his body, and your mouth on his cock was the highlight of any week whenever you graciously gifted it to him. But…but shit, this was really fucking close to a lot of fucking people, and Bucky was always way too fucking loud for this kind of sneaking around. Sweat beaded his brow as he strained to keep still and keep quiet, burning arousal mixing with anxiety to a heady concoction inside him.

You didn’t seem to share his concerns at all, slowly taking his shaft in your hand, pumping his foreskin up and down his cock languidly, staring hungrily at his leaky head like it was your favorite thing in the world. Your cheeks were flushed pink, your eyes wide and blown out with lust and oh god, you looked so fucking good on your knees like that, the sight made Bucky’s own knees wobble. He reached out with his hand to clutch the shelf of extra towels and toilet paper next to him, the wood groaning in protest at his grip.

“Y-you sure about this?” he asked for probably the half-dozenth time, voice low and gravelly even as he tried to whisper.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, shining with mischief, and you nodded, a sickly sweet “mhm” sounding in your throat. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Bucky could deny you nothing when you did that. When you looked so cute and excited. When you so sweetly – and literally – took him by the cock and simply let him know you would have your way with him now. There was no way he would stop you on his own, he was completely powerless against you and his cock throbbed in your hand at the knowledge.

You leaned forward and Bucky stared helplessly as you stretched your pink tongue out and licked over where a thick drop of precum beaded at the tip of his cock, eyes looking up at him. His breath rushed out of him at the sensation, your wet and soft mouth closing around the head of his cock. Shivers wracked up his spine and he clutched the shelf tighter to ground himself as the pleasure coursed over him like a tidal wave, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck at the way you teased his sensitive tip with your tongue - the way that made his jaw go all slack and his mind quiet down to a pleasant buzz, empty of all but you, you, you. 

It hadn’t taken Bucky long to realize you had a little exhibitionism kink in you. Nothing seemed to turn you on more than the threat of being caught. Or maybe it was the way Bucky got flustered and nervous at the risk of being caught that excited you. Maybe you were a sadist. If so, Bucky might be a masochist, for his cock was never harder than when he was fraught with the anxious anticipation of the humiliation at being caught with his cock out. The one thing that helped was that he couldn’t stave off his orgasm for very long whenever you went to your knees for him. It was like his cock went into overdrive and pounced over the edge like a freight train. He could feel it now, his balls tingling already, drawing closer to his body just from the sheer image of you taking his cock further into your mouth, lovingly and thoroughly laving it in spit and dragging your swollen red lips over it again and again, letting the head move to the back of your mouth and tickle your throat.

You swirled your tongue around his head on the way back, kissing his slit with an open mouth and a lot of tongue and Bucky’s head thumped back into the tiles of the wall.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he growled low as his hips bucked in your hand, cock seeking your mouth.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” you murmured from below, seemingly completely calm and collected, a teasing lilt in your voice.

You might’ve fooled Bucky into thinking you were unaffected if it wasn’t for the mouth-watering scent of your arousal permeating the air, drifting up to clog Bucky’s nose, adding to the sizzling goosebumps spreading all over his skin. The scent that drove him mad. His very own private aphrodisiac. The air was thick with it now, making his cock throb again as it anticipated the tight, wet heat of your cunt, Bucky’s very favorite place to bury it.

Bucky raked his hand through his hair, laughing helplessly and a bit deliriously, a raspy, thin wheeze.

“Fucking e-easy for you to say, doll. You’re not about to ex-explode,” Bucky choked out in a whisper, tugging on his own hair to try and gain some semblance of control over his body. Explode or implode, he couldn’t really be sure. Having to be quiet like this had him so wound up he feared he’d have a heart attack if his enhanced body would allow it.

“I’m not?” you quietly murmured after a moment, words muffled by the way your mouth moved down his shaft in sloppy kisses while you massaged his cockhead in your fist.

Bucky bit back a moan, the image of you coming from sucking him off filling his mind, picturing your pussy drooling and clenching around nothing, soiling your panties while he soiled your face. Bucky inhaled a broken gasp, grabbing the sink to his left with his metal arm, holding on for dear life as your mouth reached his ballsack, greedily sucking a testicle into your wet, hot mouth and –

“Holy fuck, just like that, please,” Bucky begged shamelessly, eyes clenching shut as his whole frame shuddered. The way you massaged his ball with your tongue had him nearly crumbling to the floor in pleasure.

You hummed in appreciation and/or agreement again, and the light vibrations it sent through his balls had his cock spitting precum into your hand.

“Ah shit, yes,” he groaned, voice coming out raspy and growling and you popped off his ball to grab his sack with your free hand just a bit too tightly. Pain shot up Bucky's body.

“Quiet,” you admonished.

Bucky felt himself go all loopy with the mix of pain and pleasure, mouth hanging open, panting, and his sight slightly hazy, the most mind-blowing sensations wracking around his body. Oh yeah, he might just be a masochist. You were definitely a sadist, and Bucky felt simultaneously exhilarated and completely safe and calm as you manhandled him. He fucking loved it when you took control, when you toyed and teased and used him exactly as you pleased. He never felt more seen or content or well-loved as when you were like this. It was almost overwhelming and at the same time so intoxicating, he couldn’t help but need more.

You returned your lips to his balls, taking the other testicle into your mouth, suckling on it while your hand worked the spit and precum around the purple head of his cock faster and faster.

He was already so close, he bit his lips to keep from groaning and the sink and shelf held tightly in his hands groaned instead from the way his grip tightened as he barreled down towards release.

Your thumb brushed against his frenulum and white-hot pleasure shot up his spine. Fuck, he was going to cum, he was –

Your thumb stroked up and teased the hole on the tip of his dick and the wooden shelf shattered in his grip as he pommeled over the edge. He had no time to warn you, choking on air as he was before cum shot out of his cock and splayed in a stripe over the top of your head. You reacted quickly, popping your mouth off his ball and immediately putting it over the head of his cock, catching the next spurt of cum inside your mouth. The tip of your tongue stroked his frenulum and spitting hole, coaxing the cum to shoot out in pulse after pulse. Bucky’s body shuddered violently, eyes clenching shut and mouth opening to choke on air. Fuck, you always made him cum so fucking hard it was almost painful.

Your hand stroked his shaft, wringing the orgasm out of him. The sink gave a screeching groan as his metal hand bent the steel, and Bucky’s body trembled like a leaf as his orgasm diminished and then mellowed out to a pleasant, numbing buzzing deep in his very bones.

You gently released his cock, still hard and twitching faintly, giving the tip a loving kiss before getting to your feet elegantly. Bucky still panted like a dog when you pulled him by his shirt down to kiss him on his mouth. He eagerly parted his lips to your prodding tongue, and though he found you’d swallowed every bit of cum you’d sucked from him, he could still taste the faint, salty essence of himself on your tongue. It made him hot all over again, his cheeks flushed with heat at the intimate knowledge of what you’d so generously done for him, his chest warming with a satisfied, preening sort of possessiveness. God, you were such a fucking gift and Bucky still questioned what good he had done in his life to deserve you…

Breaking the kiss, you gave Bucky a slow, pleased smile, hand absently reaching down to hold his still hard cock in a gentle, distinctly casual grip. It had Bucky flushing for entirely new reasons. He was almost embarrassed to admit how much he liked you holding him so proprietarily, with such confident ownership, like he was nothing but an extension of your own natural form.

Your eyes caught on something off to the left and then widened comically. Bucky followed your gaze and saw the unnatural, twisted shape of the sink basin he’d clutched while coming. He carefully opened and extracted his vibranium hand from the tangle of molded metal, an almost comical hand print left behind.

“I’m fairly certain this is incriminating evidence,” you teased, not bothering to keep the wicked glee out of your voice. 

Bucky shot you a glare, and he knew his cheeks must be blazing red. People might not catch on to the specifics of the situation the sink was ruined in, but they would definitely know it was him (there weren’t many people on the base capable of bending steel with their hands and no one would suspect America’s golden punk Steve before Bucky). Furthermore he would look like a half-animal with little to no self-control. Which, admittedly, he kinda was around you. But still!

You giggled at Bucky’s glare and planted a kiss to his chest before quickly washing your hands in the sink that now looked more like one of those modern art sculptures you insisted on showing Bucky whenever you went into the city. Picking up your phone, you tapped it a couple of times before putting it back in your pocket.

“Nat’s on the case,” you said with an easy-going smile as you looked back up on Bucky. You turned to leave, spotting yourself in the mirror above the sink and quickly wiping some of Bucky’s cum out of your hair and away from the corner of your mouth while Bucky stared, transfixed by it, not really surprised when his cock gave a twitch of interest at the sight. Just when you turned to slip out, Bucky caught you around the wrist and pulled you back against him, nuzzling your neck from behind while pushing his half-hard cock against your tights-clad ass. 

“What about you?” he murmured as he kissed the spot just below your jaw he knew was extra sensitive. He could still smell how wet you were, and brought his hand forward and down to cup you between your legs. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him as he felt the heated, damp clothing covering your cunt. Your breath hitched and you grinded down into his hand for a moment before turning your head to whisper against his mouth. 

“Meet me at mine? I’m free the rest of the day,” you said, breath tickling Bucky’s cheek and he shivered, cock starting to harden for real again at the proposition. He bit down on your shoulder to keep from growling outright. You were a too fucking perfect.

He nodded against your skin, still collecting himself from the onslaught of lust your invitation brought forward - he was gonna fucking ruin you for this, that was a promise. You nuzzled his cheek and giggled softly, before promptly slipping out of his arms and then the toilet, leaving him to make his own exit of profound embarrassment. Bucky stayed put until Nat came and rescued him God knew how many minutes later, giving him a knowing look that made his face heat like a fucking furnace. He had to keep himself from outright sprinting to your room, all the while plotting all the different ways he was going to make you cum before even slipping his cock inside you. It was gonna be a long night. 

Bucky did ruin you, getting back at you quite thoroughly. Even so, Bucky had to duck his flushing face for days after as he passed the handicap toilet with it’s promptly made “out of use”- sign, both out of humiliation of what you’d so obviously done in there, and from the memory of how fucking good it’d felt.

[nyrasbloodyclover]

when the lights go down (maven calore x reader)

cw: nightmares, hurt/comfort

a/n: this is my first ever fanfiction i think, originally posted on ao3

I got up, gasping for air, not being able to see clearly. The room spun in front of my eyes making me sick to the stomach. I desperatly needed to puke.

I was almost used to it by now. Waking up in sweat with fear that just behing my closed bedroom doors death is waiting. That's what years of terror did to a person. War was cruel and had no mercy towards anyone.

I brought shaky hands to my wet face- from sweat but now burning tears slid down my cheeks as i let out quiet sobs. It was so stupid but understandable at the same time. In front of my eyes—it was so real i couldn't breathe sometimes— i was losing everyone i loved all over again. Everyone i cared about on the verge of death. I saw him, barely breathing, silver blood sliding down his neck—dying—and i just stood there, not being able to do anything.

I had never even admitted that to him- my feelings or the nightmares because i knew his mother took all of it from him. He wouldn't understand so it was all pointless.

The memory, not real, and it will never be real, i swore to myself, made my chest hurt, i started sobbing even harder this time.

And it was desperation or need for comfort that made me get out of that haunted place i called my bedroom and walk out the door.

The marble floors were cold underneath my bare feet as i walked slowly still with tears in my eyes.

The palace was huge and anyone could get lost in it, even me, but there was one path i always knew- towards him. Maven's chambers stood out to the rest of the palace, at least to me. Anytime i was with him i felt as if no one could hurt me. Like i was safe from the rest of the world. In his head we probably weren't that close, but i could comfort myself by pretending.

I was still convinced this was one big mistake, but now that i found myself in front of big doors that led to his private rooms, i couldn't go back. Maybe he will toss me out, laugh at how weak i am, after all we lived through the same experience.

I didn't care. All i wanted is to at least see his face or hear his voice, no matter what he was saying to me. So i knocked once and secretly prayed that he wouldn't hear me. If he doesn't open i will have to suffer alone for the rest of the night, afraid to close my eyes. It was familiar to me that my sleep was cursed by nightmares. It would be easier than to appear weak in his eyes.

But no one heard my prayers as he opened the large woden doors. I tried to wipe my tears as much as i could.

His eyes were still half closed, soft white shirt crinkled from sleep and hair rustled. He didn't seem very happy that someone woke him up. He looked so unfamiliar to me in that moment because i was so used to his organized-put together self. If i hadn't been so miserable i would even laugh.

At the sight of me it was like someone had sobered him up.

"What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep." My voice was weak. It was the longest explanation i could give him.

After studying m for a moment Maven crooked his head, "Are you okay?" He spoke gently, like i was some wounded animal that needed his saving. And in some way, i really was.The look on his face made me know that he was aware of my cursed dreams

That was it, i thought, my breaking point. Something really cracked in my chest as i practically threw myself at him.

He was caught off guard he froze for a moment. I didn't care if he's going to mock me for the rest of my excistance for this, i needed it, needed him.

Few seconds passed and he relaxed a bit wrapping his slender but strong arms around me. Then i started sobbing into his chest.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He whispered into my hair, "What happened?"

He closed the door behind me and guided me to the edge of his bed. I sat down and he kneeled beside me, looking up with his blue eyes, searching for the answer.

"I watched you die," my voice cracked mid-sentance making it sound even more painful. And when he realized what i said his eyes grew wide. I wasn't sure what was going through his head now, but i still continued, "I watched you die, and i wasn't able to do anything—"

Now was my time to feel caught off guard as he took me into his arms. I never saw Maven hug another human being, but he should do it more often because now, he held me so i don't break.

"I am alive," his hand brushed the back of my head, "I am alive because of you, don't ever doubt that." His words made me sob harder into his chest.

His scent consumed me as i closed my eyes against him.

Maven never broke the hug and we sat there, in the dark of his room, until i parted us and looked at his beautiful, beautiful face.  

"I hate nightmares," i said after minutes of silence. "Sometimes, i wish your mother took them from me too."

He frowned at that, still holding my hands, "She took my nightmares, yes, but with them she robbed me of my ability to love, to care."

His fingers traced invisible patterns on the back of my hand. He wasn't looking at me. "Sometimes, you make me forget that." And i felt as if my heart was beating again.

I didn't know what to do after that. Did i get the comfort i wanted? I wasn't sure, but his words did make me feel better, so i got up and started walking towards the door. I hope our relationship wouldn't change much after tonight. I knew i would feel stupid and even more miserable in the morning but i guess it was worth it.

Then suddenly i felt the burning hand around my wrist, "Why are you leaving?"

Did he want me to stay? "Well, i tho—"

"You thought wrong. Come here," he said as he pulled me closer to him, and under the red covers. 

I layed my head on the burner prince's chest that rose and fell with each of his breaths. The proof that he was alive. Alive and well and beside me.

After a while, when the lights completely went down, i wasn't sure if i was asleep yet but i heard him whisper, "I will take your nightmares if it means you'll sleep peacefully."

[skyfallscotland]

omg i just finished fear and flame and its so so soooo fucking AMAZING!!

like my brain can‘t even comprehend how much i love it and uhg i‘m so excited for truth and talon!❤️!

side note: i fucking hate brennon, i mean like his audacity to excist and idk breath … tf like ewww

❤️❤️❤️

ily

Thank you so, so much! 🥹 That's so kind of you to say 🖤

And yes, I hate Brennan too and I make no secret of it, ever. I think the fact that people have siblings and still think he's an ok guy says a lot about like...their lives, their relationships and their attachment styles (no shade, just truth) because I would have fucking murdered him if he were my brother. He'd be dead for real.

[senor-plume]

Joe Strummer died 22 years ago today. I woke up and saw that he had passed and I just could not wrap my head around it. He was always a hero to me. From his lyrics, music, performances, style...you name it. I loved everything about the guy. The world could use him now a days. I know I could.

The Clash:

Holy shit

VH1

(of all things)

just now

played a video

I never knew

excisted

Clampdown

by

The Clash

it was live

it was great

and

my knees havent

shook

like this

in a long

long

time

Such glory cant

last as

they are now

showing

a Genesis

video

(that real lame one..."Illegal Alien"

a song that probably made more money

that I will ever even be able

to dream about

making)

but

now I am thinking

that

Joe Strummer

may be the coolest

mother fucker

to walk

this holy

Earth

I dedcate this beer

in my thin palm to

you,

Joe...

you were

a walking

middle finger

and

for that

you have my

utmost respect

[sanekiii]

Attention : English isn't my first or, even, a second language. So, if/when you noticed different types of mistakes inform me.

Pairing : Vessel / F!OC

Tw : no real names, just pet name like 'Love', cigarette, mention of nude bodies (in the end). Everething else is just fluff. Nothong else (I hope).

(P.s. except - i'm sure - my lack of writing skills and mistakes + misspelling, so you were warned, I hope that your eyes won't stick out because of it. )

She always finds it difficult to fall asleep. Always. Nothing helps her.

Looking at the stars on the sky, which looked like the brightest diamants of all excisting in this universe, she smoked her favourite cherry cigarette. Intoxicated smoke slowly, as always, was filling her lungs, pulling her brain into it`s huggs, culming and making each of her muscles to rest.

The door of balcony slowly opened and tall, fit man with brownish hair, entered, inhaling fresh and chilling night air.

"Love," he came closer to her, covering her bare shoulders with cover . His voice was sleepy and quite. "You'll catch cold"

She turned to him and smiled. The unfinished cigarette was immediately throwed away. Yes, it was her favourite, but her love to cigarettes was nothing to her love to this man who really hated them. The woman hugged her lover, pulling him in her body, covering both of them with cover.

"Why did you wake up ? Don`t worry. I'll be okey." she kissed his cheek.

Vessel pulled her after him on the couch, placing hor body on his laps . He found his shelter in the crook of her neck, leaving kisses on the cold skin. The whispers of 'I love you' flowed from his mouth with each kisses.

"You can't imagine how I Iove you. Each part of you. You're my soul, my body, my everything. When I met you, I fels like missing pieces found me. You're my peace. I love your habits, I love your flaws, I love your scars, I love your lips, I love your eyes. E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G." His words were a little bit shushed since he was saying it in her neck. However, she understood each words perfectly.

It made her crying. Crystal tears ran down her face, falling on man's head. She hugged him stronger, being scared that he'll disappear and everything will turn out to be her dreams or notions. Such moments like this were so unexplainably intimate and pure. When they were sitting skin to skin, wrapped in covers, under the night sky when only who saw them were stars.

[erisluna35ocblog]

Characterization Across AUs: Natalia Hale

Smart, ambitious science nerd but also a girly girl hopeless romantic. She's meant to subvert both tropes by being both.

Girl desperately wanted to fit in so she pretends to be something she's not: a sweet nice girl who is eternaly patient and understanding. Not a single mean bone in her body.

Her real personality has a short temper, insecurities, wants attention, a sharp venomous tongue and kind of fake. She hides it all. However, she does genuinely treasure those who are her real people and acts more like her true self around them, knowing they accept her.

Damien is always among the first to fully accept her, good, bad, and ugly.

Someway, somehow, she's friends with Damien and Zephyr.

She and her family usually take professions where they heal people. Someone from Zephyr's family is usually the patient. This is how she befriends the kid.

There's always a point where Blake pulls up a jerkass facade and she'll be pissed at him for a while. She'll gradually see past that.

For whatever reason, her parents are separated. Her father is the parent that stuck around to raise her and her sisters.

Mommy issues cause her mother ditched her for ambition - she was not content living a humble life as a doctor's wife. Like, go girl, but damn.

Daddy's girl who wants to help him in any way she can, from helping him with the clinic to getting a scholarship into a prestigious school.

This did not prevent her from being a hopeless romantic. Good men still excist. She just has to not let him go like her mother did. She wanted to hope for a better love life.

Though they are best of friends, Damien keeps hiding his dark and troubled past from her thinking she will leave him if she knew. She is more understanding than Damien gives her credit for.

She and Blake will eventually get closer, only to have a fallout for a bit, then get back together again and finally start dating through the course of the series. Twins always get dynamic relationships with their respective nerds.

Her hatred for Shizuke started because of his very miserable history with Damien which Natalia doesn't know about. All she knew was Damienn didn't came out of it unscathed and believed Shizuke was the only one at fault. Once that gets cleared up, they'll go from enemies to friendly rivals. Please don't mistake their rivalry for sexual tension.

She falls for at least one princely character first before her real end game love interest comes along: which is usually Blake.

She always found Blake to be hot even though he isn't quite her type. Prince Charming is her type.

There's a character arc dedicated to her training under Mr. Ross. They had similar powers.

Has powers that can both be used to heal and to incapacitate... You could say she's venomous.

She wants to be a doctor like her father.

All she wanted was to be loved... so drop the bastard act, Blake.

Abandonment issues may or may not be projected onto others... not a good pair with her bottled up rage and being surrounded by idiots who pulled something similar, albeit, for a good reason.

[ohmytamara]

And then she left me alone for 2 days in locked chastity, without the keys.

It seemed unreal and exciting at first. It was another time when she left for her Dom Tour, but this time she extended her control over me by locking that cage and taking the key. Seemed fun. I did not realise she did not think to leave an emergency spare with me - she took away the only single key. So, for a while I was happily regressed to a flesh attached to metal jingle-jangling piece with a padlock between my legs. The weight and the sound was all that excisted whatever else I did.

But as I mentioned, the cage was a bit too large, a bit too loose. I mentioned it usually started to chafe after few hours of use, right? Well imagine 48 hours.

First night went all right. I woke up early as usual, due to what L.Cohen referred to as 'morning glory' trapped inside tight unrelenting metal. I loved to hate that feeling. But I could go on with my every day duties with no problem, until.

Until chafing become unbearable. Skin where the ring touched, where the ring moved around actually, was like on fire. I could have easily push a little finger between the ring and the skin, but I could not take it off. I tried my best to moisturise the area, to add anything there to lessen the fricktion, to do anything, but to no real effect. By the afternoon I was reduced to lying on the floor in fetal position, trying not to breathe to avoid any body movement. I would cry if it helped but it did not.

All the while thinking why she did not mind locking me in badly fitted metal and leaving with one and only key on her, with no spare anywhere in my reach.

By the time she returned, grinning happily, I was so grateful to see her.

[jaegeraether]

This story is the best i have read in a long time. So happy to know it is 15 more chapters to come 🫶 thank you for giving this to us.

I have a question i have thought about for a while... When reading we all have our toughts on how the characters that dont excist in real life look. But how do you se YFN and Ridley? Like long/short hair, colour and stuff like that. I know we have gotten some context but it would be fun to hear more how you as the writer sees them. If you dont mind ofc 🤗

Aw thanks so much! What a lovely compliment. 💕

I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far.

I’ve mentioned features in a few earlier chapters. ☺️

YFN is shorter with longer sun-kissed hair that she tends to put up often. Cute little dimples. Blue eyes. Australian. Tanned. Unfortunately she now has a little scar that cuts the outside of her eyebrow.

Ridley is taller than any of the others, though not by much. Athletic slim. Takes very good care of her body besides the alcohol, though she seems to be growing past that FYI.. dark, shaggy bob. Dark eyes with gold flecks. Sharp features. The scar on her face which cuts down her cheek. Several tattoos and scars that we haven’t spoken about yet.

I don’t like to explain too much as I like the reader to make their own version in their head.. 💁‍♀️

[islayhawkin]

"When you know, you know..."

This is my roman empire. This is the epitome of love. Screaming, crying, throwing my pillow across the room. I can't stop thinking about them. If love like this doesn't excist in real life I don't want it.

What do i do with my life if the city of stars aren't shining for me?

Sebastian had his car RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE PARTY. And he walked her all the way down to her car and waited (danced) until she got safe to her car.

Even at the end when they don't talk anymore they'll always love eachother.

THE WAY HE SPRINTED TO HER AND DIDNT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE. He also held her pulse the whole night. Damn.

okay now I know this whole trope is pretty romanticized and toxic in most media BUT he is literally a walking green flag and does all that protective stuff all the same. "She's under my protection." I KNOW I know but it's not like he is weirdly possessive or obsessed with her. He thinks himself responsible that nothing will happen to her.

Also I didn't find the GIF but he stayed up all night on the chair to watch over her which is giving major vibes from the scene above.

[saa-na]

love to think about the person who runs the pjackk blog just excisting in real life as a normal person and having a job

[linglingc]

I believe there is a different way to live especially now in this era, everything is changing more digitally, so it is best to adapt. you can choose to live your old lifestyle, but you can also choose to move with the times, you don't have to change completely, just what you resonate with you and what you can adapt.

I don't like being forced to work for minimum wage and wasting my time. I know what is good for my mental health and the 9/5 coprate job is not the purpose of life.

we live in a time when you can earn money in different ways because yes you need money to live, but I want to get out of the rat race aka matrix and just be my authentic self

and if I want my income passively, I would rather choose to work for myself. then I can also choose which people I want to work with, because as an introvert it is exhausting every day over and over again to work with people.

it is different to get out of bed and because you consciously choose what you do with your time instead of going through life on autopilot through the day because I have to earn a minimum wage.

I remember the feeling so well, it was liberating when I finally knew what life was about, what life was all about. and how I want to live my life.

first you have to know who you are and fuck that if you think it's corny cliche shit, because it's just true, your authentic self is the greatest energy magnet that exists

knowing what is best for you, what your love language is, what works best for your skin, what food is best for you, what kind of humor do you enjoy, what kind of music do you like, what kind of favorite color, what kind of exercise do you enjoy, what are your love languages ​​not just for your partner but for yourself, your friends, your family, strangers.

what didn't work for you at first when you were a child but now does as an adult, what kind of smell do you like, laughing together with your friends about the stupidest things, dancing, dancing, dancing, you are a vibrating being, exchanging ideas and thoughts that can help each other helping, telling stories, loving animals, you are the human form of the universe

you have different forms of the universe.

imagine. you wake up in a lovely clean soft bed with your favorite duvet cover, you feel rested because you have slept wonderfully, you are not in a HURRY omg, you have all the time, you get up, take a nice shower, sing in the shower, freshen up with your favorite shower products

You put on a nice outfit that you feel completely like yourself in, you radiate, you have a nice breakfast, you are not in a hurry, and then you enjoy your day, which you have planned or not because it is your rest day! but the most important thing about this is you are not in a hurry, you do not live on autopilot, you live consciously, you breathe consciously. you will work on your hobbies or go to the market for fresh fruit, you will work on the knowledge that you want to learn as a person. you grow as a person instead of feeling stuck because you are too tired to develop because your freedom and energy has been taken away from you by the fucking big bad ´´ grow the fuck up´´ people world because you have to 'earn a living'.

It´s about experiencing not about being percieved.

And to be honest nobody cares, nobody fucking cares, you have to care, care for yourself. no one knows what they´re doing.

and people who complain about uuh you have to grow up, go find a "real job" uhuuhu that they also hate or have a burnout from but don't want to admit because they can't think any different because they have been programmed to think that way. and then ´´I'm proud of myself uhuuu I worked so many hours this week´´, but when they get home they have no time and energy for themelf or the people they love and just sit there in autopilote mode blind , not living but just excisting through time. Caught on other people´s fucking drama thats not important. Always negative, always complaining, always the victim. but never do the work to make the best of it themself

saying that this is reality and that you just have to accept it, but never be open to the fact that there are as many other realities as possible. Everyone has their own definition of what reality is. Just because you grew up with it that way doesn't mean it's a fixed reality. They're fooling you.

[hunting-songs]

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How about: Kurapika and Senritsu going after the scarlet eyes through the not so nice world of Bodypart-collectors?