#someone tell me it's not worth it bc i'm slipping

[idliketobeatree]

at some point in my life I decided Marvel wasn't worth my investment anymore but...... the Lokius fandom keeps luring me in like that deepsea anglerfish, and the dangling pole of light is a fussy, kind looking blonde man who's exactly the type of character I always end up obsessing over. but I can't cave in, I'm not strong enough for another heartbreak. the struggle is real

[toastsnaffler]

man. getting a little sick of being everyones 15th option for everything. when is it my turn to be someone's first choice :^[

[alchemistc]

Tommy, still a little uncertain despite Evan's very obvious and frequent heart eyes, despite Evan's frequent reassurances, despite the feeling curling under his own ribcage. Tommy's dated a baby gay openly twice before and been subjected to the pain of a partner tucking him away, or a partner more interested in the scene than anything genuine, Tommy who remembers all his time in the closet and how hard he'd had to work to pull himself out and keep himself out.

Tommy who thinks "he's adorable, this will be fun" and cuts a date short for both of their benefit because he doesn't Want That anymore.

Tommy who agrees to meet for coffee because he does feel a bit bad about the closet comment, he does genuinely like Evan as a person, trying to convince himself he'll be good when Evan says thanks but no thanks, I wanted to clear the air so you can stay friends with Eddie, I actually don't know how much I like men.

Tommy who says yes to a date to a wedding and suddenly has a screenshot of Evan Buckley's calendar open on his phone, gaze darting through his own plans to find time in between to meet - next Friday he's out with some of the harbor guys, but he could probably tell them his plans changed - but no, bc they'll know something and he's not ready for them to know something. Tuesday Evan has his niece, but maybe Tommy could bring them dinner? (Christ Tommy Slow Down).

Tommy who takes Evan to a trendy gay bar expecting him to at the very least soak in the experience, even if he's not actively checking out every hot guy (and girl) in the place, only Evan is So Invested in whatever story Tommy is telling him that it actually takes him an hour and a half to realize this isn't a run-of-the-mill dive.

Tommy who takes Evan to brunch expecting him to maybe hit on a server or the cute girl in the sundress across the patio (unfair, Tommy, you've seen literally zero evidence he's like that, except Tommy's still testing the waters and this is still very New) only Evan is critiquing the technique of this chefs pain perdu and gently coaxing a server over because he noticed Tommy's Bloody Mary was running low (They're Bottomless, Tommy, I'm not saying he's bad at his job I'm just saying it's busy and we should get our money's worth out of these bottomless drinks).

Tommy who is startled every time Buck grabs his hand in public, or presses a kiss to his cheek, or leans his forehead into Tommy's jaw with a huff of laughter like he's Enchanted by Tommy's dry humor.

Tommy who forces himself to remember once, twice, three four five times that this is new for Evan and he shouldn't push it, until he maybe forgets that he was testing Evan, a little. Unfair, again, but he's not sure Evan actually noticed.

Until some time after the wedding date, a night out turned hot and heavy in the elevator up to Evan's loft, they're giggling and grabbing handfuls of ass and when Evan slips inside the loft and presses Tommy to the inside of his door and sucks a mark into the skin of his collarbone (he noses aside the open neck of Tommy's Henley so it's not visible without some work, which Tommy appreciates) and darts a gaze up through his eyelashes and asks Tommy if he's passed all of Tommy's tests.

"I haven't --."

"You have, but I get it, Tommy you took me to a bar full of eligible queer people and I was so distracted by you it took me two hours to notice that guy hitting on me every time you went to the well to grab us drinks."

Yeah, he'd noticed that too. A lot more quickly than Evan, apparently.

Tommy who's never really dated someone so Into Him before having to reassess a whole bunch of things about himself and his comfort level with intimacy and pda and lovelorn looks sent in full view of strangers and friends and coworkers because despite best efforts to keep his expectations reasonable he's being romanced and Evan makes it feel effortless to accept it and respond in kind.

[luveline]

hi jade !! this is me resending my hotch request bc of ur recent post 🤍 i sent the one about hotch taking care of bau!reader who has a really bad stomachache, thanks so much, i think you’re amazing 💞💞💞

thank you for requesting angel! fem

You do this sad thing with your hands when you're in pain. Aaron wishes he didn't know your tell, that he'd never had reason to understand it, but he does. Your fingers, in particular your pinky, curl toward your palm frenetically, and he has an ample view of your closed off face in the chair opposite. He can pin the moment he knows you're in pain down to the minute twitch of your lip. 

He peeks at Morgan where he lays on the couch before leaning across the table to touch your arm. The jet offers little privacy, so Aaron tries to be delicate. 

“L/N? Are you alright?” 

“Mm,” you hum, too high-pitched to have come out the way you meant it. 

“What's wrong?” 

“Nothing.” You say this, and yet you can't open your eyes, leaning less than subtly away from him as though your pain is catching.

Aaron keeps his head down as he stands so as not to attract attention. You've sat near the wall, leaving an empty seat for him to sit in. “Hey,” he says, touching the crook of your elbow, wanting to fix it, soothe the twitch from your hand, “you're in pain.” 

“It's nothing.” 

“Saying it won't necessarily make it true,” he says. 

“It felt worth trying.” 

He is genuinely perturbed to see you in pain like this without explanation. “You have to tell me what's wrong.” 

“Hotch, I…” you say, your voice wrought with embarrassment as you open your eyes, “it's just my stomach hurts. That's all.” 

“Sharp pains?” 

“Just hurts. Nothing dire.” 

“How do you know?” he asks. 

“Happens sometimes.” 

He puts his arm around you, careful not to jostle your back. You're tense as a rubber band about to snap. It's unlike you to be the more rigid of the two of you, less foreign for Hotch to have softened, especially when it's you. “How often?” he asks, wary of the tears brimming like silver at the corners of your eyes. 

“Just sometimes, I don't know.” You speak in a concise, panicked tenor. 

In this line of work, it could be anything. Not eating enough, not having time to stop for breath. You could be thirsty, sick, anxious, stressed into pain. It could be purely psychosomatic or you could be injured. He can't remember you taking any blows during the last few days away. It could be your period. You might not want to mention that. 

“Y/N,” he says, falling out of boss mode now he's sure it's not going to kill you, and into someone who cares for you, “what can I do?” 

You shudder a breath, slouched under his touch. “It's not that bad.” 

It's clearly a shocking amount of pain. Your shuddering worsens as he pulls you into his side. He's prepared to sit with you until you can give him better instructions, or until the pain passes, or, God forbid, things get worse. “I'm here,” he says, rubbing your arm gently. “Try to breathe.” 

He's wondering why you might think this amount of pain is normal, or acceptable. Wondering why he shouldn't just call for medical assistance here and now, but then you start to come around, your face shining with perspiration. “Oh,” you sigh, wiping your face with your sleeve, leaning into your hand, hiding. 

“Is it getting better?” he asks. 

“I think it's anxiety or something.” Your breath slips out in disjointed huffs. 

He can't guess what it is. Have you been to the doctor? he wants to ask, but perhaps in a moment, when you're steady in yourself again. “From the jet?” 

“No. Maybe.” You frown. 

“Jack doesn't understand that I'm on a plane.” 

You lift your gaze in confusion. Aaron moves onwards.

“He doesn't understand that this is a plane. I brought him by, once, to try to explain why I can't always answer the phone. It's thick metal, you know?” It was an easier explanation than having no signal in the sky. “But he didn't get that it was something that could move. I had to take him to the airport. We watched…” He slows as your eyes meet his completely. “We watched them take off for hours. Now he doesn't get so angry when I don't answer.” 

“Jack was angry?” you ask, half incredulous. 

“A bit.” He tries to string the story together before you can realise what it is he's doing, his arm curling around your from behind, fingers making the most tenuous of circles into the very side of your stomach. A barely there sort of comfort. “It's not like him. He reminds me of his mom when he's angry.” 

Your smile is a physical relief to see. “Does he have tantrums?” 

“Doesn't every kid?” 

You talk about Jack in dulcet tones while he tries to keep the pain at bay, his arm steadfast behind you, your faces closer than they have any platonic business being. He'll pester you into doctors appointments when you touch down, but for now, he just holds you and talks to you like everything is normal. 

You cover his hand with yours when the pain starts anew, talking through it, pain in the soft line of your bottom lip. 

“Am I hurting you?” he asks. You give him a weak smile. He feels awful, but it makes his heart race. So close, and so pretty, and so upset. “Is there anything I can do?” 

An embarrassing amount of weight lies in ‘anything’. You shake your head, whispering, “Nothing. This is enough.” 

Aaron pulls you in closer and wraps both of his arms around you, hiding you from the others, an aimless attempt to protect you from a pain he can't touch. Someone puts a cup of tea on the table for you, but otherwise you're left alone for the rest of the flight. 

[goldenwilliamson]

patience | leah williamson

pairing: leah williamson x reader

a/n: finally some smut on this blog, hoorah. some short fluffy smut bc leah looked way too good in that suit and i'm craving someone to strap me down rn, so here we go...

summary: SMUT 18+, reader is waiting at home while leah is at an award show, but she is watching on tv and sees how good leah looks and gets rather impatient. when leah gets home she makes it worth the wait. top!leah and strap ons.

word count: 1.8k

You watched the TV in awe when you saw your girlfriend step into view of the camera for the first time. She'd showed off her suit to you on its hanger months ago, but seeing her wearing it was a different experience entirely. She had paired it with a tie, which was new, and it was working for you.

As soon as you caught a glimpse of her, your impatience kicked in. You sent her a text immediately telling her how good she looks and how as much as you love the suit, you can't wait to take it off her as soon as she arrives home.

It was interesting for you, being Leah's girlfriend. Even though you were a well-known footballer in your own right, Leah was England captain, and was invited to many events all over the UK for her service to the Lionesses.

While you and Leah don't keep your relationship a secret, you're certainly very private when it comes to sharing your lives together. The two of you will walk a carpet together at events which you're both invited to, but you would prefer to let Leah do her own thing at events which she has been invited to on her own. Opting out of being the plus one means that you are often left to watch on from the sidelines, which you do with no complaints.

The fans are very attentive when it comes to analysing photo dumps on yours and Leah's instagrams, looking at each post closely for signs that you two were still together. You'd been together for years now, but people were always speculating about your relationship status, especially since Leah had become so well-known after the Euros.

Tonight was one of those nights where Leah was doing her own thing, invited to attend the award night for the BBC Sports Personality of the Year. You watched on the whole night and cheered for Mary when she won, knowing she was so deserving of an award like this. By the time the night was drawing to an end, you were starting to get tired, but Leah called you from the car on her way home which energised you.

'You're still awake for me?' She asked, her voice coming through deep and rough as she murmured through the phone.

'I am now,' you say, but Leah can hear the exhaustion in your voice.

'Mm,' Leah hums, 'I'll be home soon, but if you're tired you can go to sleep baby.'

'No,' you say immediately, pushing yourself to sit upright in your bed, 'I need to see you.'

Leah chuckles, making you smile, 'Good, because since you messaged earlier I haven't stopped thinking about what I'm going to do to you when I see you.'

'God,' you groan, already feeling the wetness pooling between your legs, 'How long will you be?'

'Only about 15 minutes, be patient for me love,' she says.

'Okay, I'll see you soon,' you say before exchanging quick love you's and hanging up.

It's an agonising 15 minutes to have to wait for your girlfriend to arrive home. You decide to make do with the time and slip your baby blue coloured lingerie set on that you know Leah loves, then you crawl back into the sheets and sit on your phone as you wait.

You can hear Leah's keys in the front door and her purposeful steps as she moves through the house, quickly towards your bedroom. You move so that you're laying on your side on top of the sheets, propped up on your elbow.

When Leah steps into the doorway, meeting your eyes with a smile, you shake your head. You can't believe how sexy she looks, how assertive and dominant this suit makes her appear. Even though you both have a dominant side, you can already sense that tonight you will do whatever Leah asks you to.

She has you stepping out of bed and reaching for her the second she enters the room.

'Sorry to keep you waiting,' Leah says quickly before you pull her close by the knot of her tie and press your lips against hers. She responds right away, holding you close by the back of your head and letting her other hand fall firmly on your waist, pushing you back towards the bed.

When the back of your legs hit the mattress you sit down, spreading your legs wide so Leah can stand between them. Your fingers find the buttons of her blazer, unbuttoning it. Leah shrugs it off her shoulders and lets the fabric fall to the floor.

You take in the sight before you, just Leah in some trousers, a white button up, and a tie.

'God, you look so good Lee,' you tell her, kissing her fabric covered stomach.

'Do you like the tie?' She asks, and you immediately take it with both hands, running it through your fingers.

'I love it. It's good for this,' you tug on it lightly, bringing Leah's face down towards you. She takes the opportunity to plant kisses down the side of your neck, and across your shoulder.

While Leah is still standing, you reach for her waistband, unbuttoning her trousers so they also fall to the floor, allowing her to step out of them. She's left in her top and tie as you wriggle back on the mattress, giving Leah room to join you on the bed.

However, instead of following you, Leah makes a move toward your wardrobe on the other side of the room.

'Where you going?' You ask, already knowing the answer.

'Gonna get something,' Leah says simply, and you know that she is going to get one of your toys out of the dresser.

'What are you thinking?' You ask curiously, but Leah doesn't respond. You just lay back on the mattress as you listen to her rifling through the drawer to find what she's looking for.

When you hear her moving around some more, you look up and see she is pulling on her strap. She has also removed the shirt and tie so she is just standing there wearing nothing but her bra and the strap. The air feels thick and your heart beats loudly in your ears. You can't think of much else at this stage besides how much you want to have Leah inside of you.

'Is this what you want darling?' She asks, sliding her hand up and down the length of the dildo as she steps closer to the bed.

You nod like an idiot, 'Yes.'

While a devilish smirk, she crawls up the mattress until she's hovering over you, leaning down to kiss you again. You hold onto her lower back, pulling her lower body close to you as you roll your hips upwards, begging for contact.

Leah leans close to your ear, biting down lightly on your earlobe before whispering, 'You want me to fuck you then?'

'God, please, yes,' you say, grabbing at the dildo and trying to steer it in the right direction.

'Take these off first,' Leah pulls back, releasing your grip and moving to slip your underwear down your legs.

When she moves closer again she dives her head down between your legs, kissing you around your entrance, and then finally pressing one kiss firmly against your clit, making you moan.

'Need you,' you groan.

'Mm,' Leah moans at the sound of your desperation, 'You've been such a good patient girl, waiting all night for me.'

As she says this, she runs the tip of the dick through your folds, listening to how wet you are.

'Too long,' you say, not wanting to wait a moment longer.

'I know, baby, but I'm here now,' she says, as she begins to press down into you.

As Leah rolls her hips deeper, your eyes squeeze shut while your mouth falls open, moaning in pleasure.

'Look at me,' she tells you, and you open your eyes to see her focused face.

You reach your hand up to where her eyebrows are firmly drawn together, and you run your thumb gently over the creases between her brow, giving her permission to relax into the moment.

'Serious face,' you say affectionately.

'Shhh,' she quiets your teasing with a kiss, moving her lips against yours rhythmically as she begins to slowly thrust into you.

Moans and words of affirmation roll off your tongue, and Leah relishes in the sound, wanting nothing more than to make you come.

She adopts the perfect pace and finds the right spot with ease, each thrust making you slip closer to your orgasm.

'You're such a good girl, taking it so well,' Leah praises you, turning you on even more.

'Feels so good,' you say, struggling to find any other words to say.

Leah continues her movements, not stopping for a second. Her eyes are trained on you, watching how you get lost in the feeling of pleasure taking over your entire body.

'Slow down,' you ask, knowing that some long, deep thrusts will get you to the edge.

Leah does as you ask, re-positioning herself so her forearm is digging into the mattress, propping her up. She uses her other arm to wrap around your thigh and open your legs wider, allowing her to sink deeper into you.

'Fuck!' You moan loudly.

'Are you going to come for me like this?' Leah asks.

'Yes,' you say, your head rolling back on the pillow as your hands grip tightly around Leah's torso, assisting her movement.

'My pretty girl, want to watch how you come on my cock,' Leah says, her words driving you closer to your high.

'Lee,' you moan, voice breathy, 'I'm so close.'

'Good girl, come for me now darling,' Leah says, and this time her words tip you over the edge.

Your back arches and the waves of pleasure roll over you as Leah continues to gently thrust into you, letting you ride out your full orgasm.

'Oh my god,' you sigh, opening your eyes to see Leah watching you with pure adoration. Slowly once your breathing has settled, she pulls out of you and sits back, taking the strap off her legs and discarding it to the floor.

'You're amazing,' you tell her, as she moves to lay herself down next to you, wrapping her arms around you and guiding your head to rest on her chest.

'I'm glad you think so,' she says, making you smile, pulling you slightly out of your dazed demeanour.

You exhale contentedly as Leah runs her hand up and down your arm thats slung over her body.

'So tired,' you say sleepily, your eyelids heavy.

'I bet you are,' she smiles proudly, 'You can go to sleep now baby.'

'Thanks for the good sex,' you say, your exhausted post-orgasm brain hardly even thinking through what you're saying, making Leah giggle.

She kisses your forehead and moves herself into a more comfortable position before she assures you, 'Anytime'.

[sanguineterrain]

prompt: the first time you use a pet name on steve :) (he actually really likes it. it makes him feel all special and loved and admired) - lavvvvv 💌

everybody say hello to my beloved. say "hello lav!" good, good.

steve harrington x gn!reader. smidge of angst (bc it's me) but major fluff!

****

"Baby, can you try this?"

You've hardly hung your coat before Steve's in front of you with a wooden spoon full of sauce. He puts it to your lips.

"Taste, honey," he encourages. "Wanna make sure I'm not gonna kill the kids."

"I don't think you're gonna kill them with spaghetti, Steve."

Nevertheless, you bump your lips to the spoon and lick the sauce off your mouth. You smile, nodding.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Yeah," you confirm. "First a babysitter, now a chef. Aren't I lucky."

Steve throws a grin like spun gold over his shoulder.

"Flatterer," he says, but his ears are red. "How was work?"

"Good. Not too busy."

"Everybody was nice?" he checks.

You laugh. "Yes, Steve. Everybody was nice. You don't have to crack any skulls this time."

"I have no problem doing so," he says in a tone you can't tell is joking or not. "Nobody should be giving my sweetheart a hard time."

Sweetheart. The first thing you learned while dating Steve Harrington is that he loves giving pet names. Nothing compares to the way he softens and bestows the most affectionate monikers known to man.

And what do you call him in return? Steve. Just Steve.

It's pathetic is what it is. Steve's effortless in his endearments and you refer to him like a co-worker.

"Honey?"

Steve waves a hand in front of you.

"Hmm? Sorry. What were you saying?"

His gentle smile returns.

"I was asking if you could set the table? Think this is almost done."

"Oh! Sure, yeah."

You grab the foliage-themed placemats (Steve's purchase, not yours) and head to the dining table. You don't know exactly what the reason for tonight's dinner is, but Steve loves company and cooking, and it's entirely possible he's doing this just because.

"Robin'll be here soon. Eddie's stopping by too, can you believe? I think he's bringing Dustin, who'll probably wolf down everything in three seconds and ditch us for the arcade. Kid's gotta learn some manners."

"And you wonder why you're the designated mom of the group," you giggle.

Steve rolls his eyes, but you know he's not upset. He likes being someone the kids can rely on. Somebody special.

The reminder of how Steve is nicknameless in your presence returns. He's lovely flittering about in the kitchen, at home for once in his house. You have the urge to push his hair behind his ear so you can see more of his jawline. Steve's a mix of strong and delicate features. Royally handsome. You've always thought so.

"Look at these," Steve says, holding up a pair of tomatoes. "Thought I wouldn't find any this late in the year but the good stuff was downtown. Kinda expensive, though. But they taste amazing, so I think it's worth it, y'know?"

You lean in, overwhelmed by your affection.

"Well, all the credit shouldn't go to them." Here you go. "You make anything taste good, my prince."

You wait for Steve to glow, maybe turn a little shy. It doesn't come. Instead, he stiffens. Your smile slips.

"Steve?" you try.

He turns off the stove. You shift antsily.

"Steve, did you hear? I said—"

"Your prince," he finishes. "Yeah, I heard you. I get it. I'm so removed from reality that I'll go downtown for good tomatoes. 'Cause I'm the trust fund kid. I got it."

"What? N-no, no, no! Oh my God, Steve."

You get up. Steve's already curling in on himself, trying to self-soothe and bury his hurt. You tug him away from the stove and cup his face with your hands.

"That's not what I meant, Steve. I would never make that joke. I'm sorry, I just wanted to call you a name!"

That makes him tilt his head, hurt slipping into confusion.

"Call me a name?"

"Yeah, like... like baby or sweetheart. All the nice names you give me. Except I wanted to give you a special name 'cause you always give me special names. And I chose prince because you're so handsome."

Steve's eyes widen. "Oh."

You nod rapidly.

"Yeah, handsome like a prince! I wish I could paint you. I'd paint you like those Renaissance masters. They'd love to have painted you, y'know? 'Cause you've got the nice jaw."

You trace his chin with one finger. Steve's gaze is indecipherable, so you keep talking.

"And you've also got those big, pretty eyes. You're this perfect mix of soft and strong, you know? You've got features that are really beautiful to look at, like your lips and nose. So I settled on prince, and you're my prince, and—"

"Y/N."

You cringe.

"Yeah?"

Steve tilts your face to his and kisses you sweetly. You relax into his embrace, humming. He pulls back first, brushing your cheek with a knuckle.

"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions," he says. "That's—Jesus, that's probably the best compliment I've ever received. Renaissance masters? How do you come up with this stuff? Totally blows my names out of the water."

You shake your head.

"No, it doesn't. I feel so warm when you call me those. And I just wanted to reciprocate."

"Baby, you do. Just by being you. You don't have to call me anything but Steve."

"I want to. I'll come up with a different one," you vow.

"No, no," he grins, nuzzling your cheek. "Keep it. I like being your prince."

[kairiscorner]

HII, can I request something? I remember you said something about your headcanon that Noir can play guitar. Imagine, he plays the chords of Glue song while his s/o sings and then later he sings his part then DUET

OOOOOOOO CUTEEEE !! tbh i just discovered that song now bc of you, thank you anon for the exposure to beabadoobee 🫶🫶🫶 THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE THOUGH LIKE....... (also reader will be the text in yellow ! and both of you singing is the text in purple !!)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

peter had taken out the guitar he had when he was younger, it looked a bit old and aged, a little worn out, but it still sounded right. you were busy reading, or pretending to read at least, when peter came into the living room, bringing the aged chordophone out to see the light of day. you smiled in awe at the guitar, recognizing what it was, reminiscing silently to yourself all the memories you two created with that guitar constantly popping up in mind.

peter smiled as he saw your awestruck smile at the sight of it, reliving the sweet, nostalgic memories between you two. wordlessly, he sat down on the sofa next to you, strumming to see how well it could still play. "it's a miracle it still sounds lovely." he said with a grin as you chuckled. "it sounds just like when we were younger, when you were still way too shy to look me in the eye." you teased as peter smiled wider, blushing a bright pink and red all over his face. "well, let's see if the guitarist can look his beloved in the eye while playing. i haven't been able to do that for... a long while now, really." he said with a chuckle as you nodded in agreement with his statement.

peter soon played the chords of a song you both liked, though he sounded a little rusty at first, he kept playing the chords and strumming the strings until he got just the right tune. he soon carried the melodious tune going, with you swaying along to the song's beat and rhythm. you soon found yourself humming along, then as you gazed into peter's eyes, you found the courage to sing the lyrics in a soft voice.

"i've never known someone like you. tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue." you sang as you gazed at peter's fingers, strumming away, and soon, gazing up at him, catching him staring at you all flustered when you caught his gaze. "don't forget to kiss me," you sang as you leaned closer to him. "kiss me," he backed up as you placed a hand on his cheek, pulling him close to your lips. "or else you'll have to miss me," you sang, pulling away from him as he sighed, still smiling as he backed you up. "miss me,"

"i guess i'm stuck forever by the glue." you sang as you stared into his eyes with a flustered smile.

peter smiled and lightly chuckled as his fingers almost slipped up when he watched you sing, though even when he messed up, you never made fun of him for it, or stopped singing to make light of his slip up, and he loved you dearly for that.

"you've been hiding in plain sight..." he sang as he looked at you, leaving his gaze on you lingering for a little while longer. "then appeared," he inched closer to you, tickling you with his breath on your cheek as you giggled. "loving you once only feels wrong, i need years. i always knew i'd find you... to be here is worth the wait, too." his voice became a little softer as he sang. "i'm not lyin' when i say i've been stuck," "i've been stuck," "by the glue onto you."

"i've been stuck by glue, right onto you, i've been stuck by glue..." as you two sang in harmony, relishing this moment in time, where everything feels like it's all in its right place at the right time... you really felt like all those moments of telling him you loved him, him repeating to you how he's loved nobody else like how he loves you, all the corny jokes you two tell each other, the times when you two have cold arguments and warm hugs, the time spent with you two in each others' embrace as you dance to the slow songs playing late at night on the radio... it feels perfect, it feels right, it feels not just like, it is love.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @sabcandoit @binibinileonara @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @k4tsu3 @maxoloqy @thee-fantastic-mrfox @arachnoia @ophanimgold @fictarian @yuridopted0

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Also shorter ones today… mostly related to our previous replies and posts!

Anonymous asked:

After seeing Eel Floyd with Riddle

AND THOSE BITE MARKS 👀👀👀👀

I gotta know -

Did Floyd slip and slide in Riddle?

Or

Also

Did Riddle magically goldfish form and the two had merman sex???

Honestly I wasn’t thinking about Riddle also becoming a merman, but they absolutely have to have merman sex at some point, otherwise it just isn’t fair (to me) lol

And to answer your first question, yes, there might have been some slipping and sliding in Riddle involved~

Anonymous asked:

re: the gaslighting Jade ask. I randomly stumbled on your blog from other ones, and I literally blocked you because shroudcest triggers me. Ultimately, we are responsible for our own safety. As long as it’s properly marked for (which yours clearly is since I blocked you the second I made a tumblr), really all we can do is filter the things that hurt us out.

(im agreeing with you btw. draw what you want i cant stop you. just feel like i in particular make a point worth mentioning from seeing that. you can answer this or not bc obviously i probably wont see it anyway)

Anon! Whether you see this reply or not, thank you very much for writing this despite having us blocked lol

You really are making a good point, and I am glad that you are taking care of yourself and avoiding uncomfortable stuff. I really encourage it. Thank you for understanding and for approaching this issue with respect.

Have a good day.

Anonymous asked:

Gaslighting IS Jade’s love language. Also mushrooms.

Facts, Anon <3 He doesn’t waste his gaslighting and mushrooms on those he doesn’t find entertaining love!

Anonymous asked:

Honestly I can totally see Cater as the kind of guy that now and then buys a random manga just because the cover looks aesthetically pleasing, although if they are BL they are probably more oriented towards shonen-ai than explicit content. But also he wouldn't really read them because he finds the stories and characters a bit ridiculous (is he a bitter anti-romantic? or maybe his sisters used to collect shojo manga and he associates the love story genre with them?). I bet when he had roommates he had fun leaving one of his manga lying around, just to see people's reaction and go "aw, shoot, you saw it? that's sooo embarassing..." or something like that

To be honest, I can see that too. Cater seems like someone who isn’t all that into anime and manga, but is aware of it enough to recognise that the cover is pretty and that there is something gay inside (he might figure out the latter thing later as he looks inside the book lol). His sisters really could be into it though, so I can see him having certain associations.

lol Cater’s roommates “finding” his manga though… Don’t act so coy, Cater 😭

Anonymous asked:

Goddammit! Idia, you cannot escape me for long, one way or another, your chest will be licked! *shakes fist at the sky*

I love how this is turning into a Looney Tunes cartoon…

Anonymous asked:

Idia doesn’t have nipples. He accidentally shaved them off. Tragic 😔 L in the chat for his nipples.

Damn. I’m afraid I have bad news for the previous Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Do you have any HCs for Neige and/or Chenya?

We do have HCs about Neige/Vil and Chenya/Riddle (1,2)!

Anonymous asked:

It is I, 🐩 anon,

So I got a friend into twst and tell me why her favorite character is goddamn Crowley? I'm currently trying to convert her to Divus supremacy. Enough about this. Let me ask my silly little question.

Is there anything about TWST's story plot that you dislike or wished it was worked on more? Or character you wish were more fleshed out? 

Your friend has quite the taste… She is probably a genius of sorts 😔🙏

I feel like I was pretty vocal about it, so I am sorry for talking about it again, but I really didn’t enjoy how Ch2 was handled and Leona in general, to be honest. I wrote a post about my grievances a whole year ago, but my stance didn’t really change. We’ve rewatched the majority of the main story since then, and I thought that maybe with fresh minds and fresh eyes we would enjoy Leona at least to some degree, but unfortunately it didn’t really help. The events don’t really help either…

There might be some other things, but this is the one I think about every time when we talk about the flaws of TWST writing.

Anonymous asked:

what is your notp?

A bunch of Leona ships come to mind, i.e. Leona/Malleus, Leona/Vil, Leona/Idia 🤔 But also a bunch of Trey ships, like Trey/Jade or Rook/Trey…

Anonymous asked:

if you had to go on a date with one of the twst boys who are you picking? i'm picking idia

Idia is a great option, Anon; he would be so uncomfortable and awkward, getting nervous about the smallest inconveniences and whispering “thank god” every time you don’t force him to do something… I would pick him to, but my second option would be Jamil. I think he’s pretty chill.

Katsu would've picked Jade because of course, this is the best pick.

Anonymous asked:

any old fandoms that you feel out of love with?

Can’t think of any, Anon… I feel like we never fall completely out of love with anything, just move on, but there is always an opportunity that we’ll come back at some point. Things like Homestuck are still on our minds constantly lol

There are some titles that we kind of started watching, but then stopped because it wasn’t fully out yet, and since then we kind of lost interest for this thing. And with some of these titles it’s very unlikely that we’ll ever go back, but it’s never 1000% impossible. But then again, it’s not like we loved these titles…

Anonymous asked:

Funfact: The crowley that crowley is named after used to perform sex based magic with men

Damn I hope this is what our Crowley also does. This is his dark secret that is very poorly hidden

Anonymous asked:

I think Riddle would be a really good teacher's pet

Oh he would <3 He is a teacher’s pet.

Ironically, I feel like this makes him a bit boring for Crewel…although it depends…🤔

Anonymous asked:

What is a ship you rarely draw but you love

I don’t draw any of them enough, I love them all! Waaaaah :(

I feel like I don’t draw Sebek/Silver nearly enough for how much we love them, Rook/Epel is also a rare one but we love it, Sebek/Idia could use more love, anything with Jamil too…

Anonymous asked:

Please share with us a full list of the preference of the TWST boys? Top or bottom? I typed up a list for you to use!

Anon, we have a list in our pinned post! But since you’ve typed up a list, I’ll go through the list again :) We also have a post in which we explain our reasoning for each choice, so you can read it too if you’re interested.

Oh! And if you meant some other types of preferences, please let me know. In that case though, we have a list of the boys’ kinks, which isn’t the same thing, but pretty close; so you can read this one too if you want <3

Riddle – bottom

Ace – top

Deuce – bottom

Trey – top

Cater – top

Leona – bottom

Ruggie – top

Jack  - top

Azul – top

Floyd – top

Jade – top

Kalim – top

Jamil – bottom

Vil – bottom

Rook – top

Epel – bottom

Idia – bottom

Ortho  – top

Malleus– bottom

Sebek  – top

Lilia  – top

Silver– bottom

[moonbeam-dragon]

TRFB Incorrect Quotes

This is just a compilation of Heatwave x Chase x Boulder x Blades quotes. Just a warning that mist of these are dirty jokes bc I left the filter on those whoops-

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Blades: I like your top, Chase! Heatwave: I have a name, you know. Chase: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

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Blades: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

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Boulder: How do you tell someone that you wanna have s3x with them in a polite way

Chase: Excuse me sir. Would you give me the honours of indulging in s3xual activities with you?

Heatwave: What the f*ck is wrong with you two?

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Heatwave: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Chase: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

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Chase: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff and got distracted.

Boulder: I'm stuff!

Blades: I'm got distracted!

Heatwave: We had s3x.

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Boulder: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Chase: I sleep with a gun.

Blades: Both of you are pathetic.

Boulder: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Blades: Heatwave.

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Blades: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

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Blades: Do you ever think? Because I don’t.

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Chase: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Blades: What- how?

Chase: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

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Heatwave: Life is like Boulder. It's short.

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Chase: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Boulder: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Chase: Seize the d!ck.

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Boulder: I feel like doing something stupid.

Blades: I’m stupid, do me.

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Boulder: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Blades: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Boulder:

Blades: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Heatwave: We know what you meant.

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Heatwave: *writing a letter*

Heatwave: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental b@stard.

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Heatwave: Talk dirty to me~

Chase: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high.

Heatwave: Wha-

Chase: The economy is in shambles.

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Blades: What are you in the mood for?

Heatwave: World domination.

Blades: That's a bit ambitious.

Heatwave: You are my world.

Blades: Aww...

Heatwave: 😏

Blades: ☺️

Heatwave: 😏

Blades: OH. 😳

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Blades: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Blurr way.

Chase: Isn't that the wrong way?

Blades: Yes, but it's faster.

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Heatwave: That's ridiculous, Blades doesn't have a crush on me.

Boulder: Yes they do.

Chase: Yes they do.

Blades: Yes I do.

[lnc2]

i know this won't sound like a revelation and i mean maybe it's not because of course i've known i've been living it but like

pet death is so fucking painful and real and constant

like losing rory was like losing a part of myself and even when i was at my worst (hospitalized) i still felt guilty for being so distraught and even though it's been nearly six years this december i'm still so easily triggered and can be set off if i'm not expecting certain reminders or anniversaries and like

yeah a bunch of other things happened around that time and the way it happened really cemented the Trauma and deeply embedded it into my body but i don't cry for my pets from childhood the way i do for rory

and i think about losing toby and i just... can't handle it?

and i've finally accepted or believe even though i've always Known it's because they're with me always. like your pets, especially the ones that are v present and interact w you in a v real way and are so smart and have their own personalities, they're yours, they're your kid, they're your best friend

i don't spend time with anyone the way i spend time w my dogs. i told/tell them everything, i schedule my days around them.

good morning toby, how's my boy, are you hungry, did you sleep well? i have a doctor's appt today, i'm anxious about this, can i have a hug? do you want to go to the park? let's watch a movie, i have to go out of town but i love you, are you feeling okay? do i need to take you to the vet? am i just being crazy? is this my trauma or my instincts telling me you're sick?

every year with him is one more year without her and one more year closer to being without him and just

i grieved rory the week she died before the accident even happened just sobbing like i'd lost her even though i had no reason to and didn't even know why i was crying and then i lost her bc no one believed me when i said she was sick and i didn't advocate or fight hard enough for her until it was too late.

so now toby slips when trying to jump on the sofa or sighs too much or his nose is runny or whatever and i'm on the verge of a panic attack and calling my mom to make sure i'm not being crazy before i schedule an emergency vet appt and just how do i know what's my trauma and what's my instincts? i don't know when to trust myself anymore all while knowing i can only trust myself.

i'm neurotic about his health, his environment, who he's with. if i can't have him in a place i can 100% control and guarantee is safe then i want him with people i know will take his safety as seriously as i do because they know if something happens to him i will lose it, catastrophically, wholly, entirely.

there are ways rory is still with me that are good and then there are ways that are very much... not.

idk if it's just because it was her and the how and when of it all but the end result was just complete and total devastation of my entire world. and i know it will be the same with him so even though he's happy and (hopefully please god hopefully) healthy i spend most of my time worrying that i'm not doing enough even though all he wants to do is to lay at my feet and play tug of war.

maybe it's bc i live alone, but idts i was crazy about her even when we lived w roommates, and i know i'd be the same with toby and i don't even know if i could trust someone to live with us anyways because would they see all the potential disasters as naturally as i do and make sure nothing happens? would they care like i do?

idk. rory's birthday was this past week and i was so exhausted from wedding stuff i don't think i was feeling any of it consciously but i'm feeling it tonight bc anniversaries are really hard even the happy ones, even so many years later.

everything with rory was a fight and a challenge (so so worth it, i've never connected w anyone spiritually like i did with that damn dog) and toby for all his size and sometimes annoyingness and for all that i resisted loving him the first year i had him is mostly so easy even when you think he shouldn't be. idk what it says about either of them but i think the universe sent him to me because they knew i needed a hardy dog, one that was sturdy even though he is a giant baby, and one that would take my anxiety and just let it roll off of him because everything after that left me so so fragile.

i'm sad she would have been eight. i'm said she never saw three. toby is five and will be six. numbers like these play through my head always. i've had him longer than i had her and yet and yet and yet

i keep telling myself i shouldn't still be crying this many years gone but it feels so new and so now whenever i think of her so i try not to think of her (my therapist says it's PTSD) but then i only remember the bad and not the many, many good.

it's okay i'm still sad, or something stronger than that. i love her and that's good and it's okay to cry. toby is taking care of me and i'm taking care of him and hopefully in many many many years they'll take care of each other.

i just needed to get this out, somewhere, i know it's disjointed and doesn't have a point but so are my feelings and i just wanted to acknowledge them even if it was only to myself

[berrymeter]

ill do a little write up of the concert below. for me. and anyone who reads it. for reference i don't know anything about any of these people beside sik-k & rome if u think i am being too kind to someone i probably am. unless u think i am being too kind to rome. fuck u

so i didnt know what to expect for the start of the concert bc ive never had a proper dj experience before but howmini's set was great. i had a really good time aside from the one jungkook song slipping in. she included a french rap song which i think surprised everyone in the venue but it was suchhh a throwback everyone LOVED this song when it came out so the venue was fired up. lots of flashing lights though. the bass was also so strong it felt like it was suffocating me at times but maybe i'm just sensitive. very good experience

i had... negative expectations for lil cherry because my friend & i tried to check out her & goldbuuda's music before the concert & um. 💀 it wasn't. good. but anyway their energy on stage is infectious enough that it was fine actually. & lil cherry sounds a lot better live lmao. without all the autotune. god autotune can be used well but it is no surprise to me that they don't use it well. seems like they're having fun which i suppose is the most important part. worth noting goldbuuda was wearing a skirt which was a great actual first impression

no way around it, be'o set was fucking awesome?? aside from the obvious i would say that was my favourite. i don't have a lot to add i just really enjoyed the music

by that point though my brain was melting & ash island decided to play the slowest fucking songs known to man. i was so sick of it instantly & was close to passing out. in a concert venue. had like 3 songs i kinda liked but mostly i was begging internally for his part to end. with 4 hours of sleep i was Not doing great there lmao

then was sik-k. as expected the crowd was loud as fuck so i partook in that too lmao. (i had yelled everytime others had yelled prior to that except for ash island i was sick of it. so sick of it. i only yelled like. 5 times. very quietly) it was a good time!! it felt like a party and everyone knew the lyrics. he had a hat on. i don't know if i would say what he has is stage presence but he certainly commands the crowd in an impressive way. no this is stage presence. he's here & everyone goes wild. it was awesome.

now. rome.

i came in with a few preconceptions. first. it was a concert full of rappers. rome is not a rapper so what now. second. if i remember correctly when indi went to see dpr the crowd was silent during rome's songs. the result of this was that i was terrified the people that were here for him had bought tickets straight to the man's abs (in their wishes at least he did not take his shirt off) & everyone else was just here for sik-k & by extension the rest of the rappers. (i would not expect anyone to come to that concert for howmini i'm sorry howmini.)

I Was Wrong And Delighted. This Audience Sure Was Singing

his set was the best and by far. i understand why they kept him for last aside from not wanting people to leave after he was done. he's not a rapper but he's a dancer an actor a narrator a performer. he ended this beautifully. opened with mito then rolled into so beautiful before speaking to the crowd. he's charismatic & corny & somehow the corny makes him more charismatic. he called us "good sport" & i was exploding him with my mind. the way he introduced each song was, yes, corny but he makes corny so endearing & real. but yeah next he played calico bc he's a show off & really wanted to remind us he's good with a bass. and yeah he is good with a bass. iirc next was 1 shot, or maybe before calico actually??? head's all fuzzy but i know he performed both & goddd 1 shot was so fun!!! the choreography the lights! all of it's perfect!

after that i'm pretty sure it was bad cold. and god. the performance. i wish i remembered more of it but what i can tell you for sure is that it was so fucking good. it ended with all the dancers and him shivering, then him leaning over to one of the dancers & going "it's a bit cold isn't it" which. looks at the wall. anyway don't go insane was next & THAT choreo i remember very clearly bc it reminded me of thriller. and it was, of course, fucking fantastic. he is so fucking good at what he does. i'm going to frow up. anyway this was all mindblowing

next dope lovers. it is so good live. it's not one of my favourites off of mito but god was it fucking good. i feel that way about calico too i'm definitely a mood fan but yeah. live performances elevate so many songs & i'm glad i got to enjoy calico & dope lovers more thanks to that.

it was a pretty short set all things considered bc there were already only two songs left but i FEASTED. it makes sense that it was these two songs but i was so fucking happy. nerves! of course nerves! you can imagine the state i was in. (not crying) (it was similar to destroya at the mcr concert) (i screamed the lyrics at the top of my lungs & broke my voice a decent amount) (i cried more than enough to this song already but i probably will again some time)

and the last song was of course ballroom. and the crowd goes WILD!!!!!!!! i'm surprised i didn't cry but i might've been too tired to cry lmao. i haven't slept yet of course. but it was such an experience. and. sigh. i know he is a performer it's his job to be appealing & pleasant but he presents himself as so kind. & i mean i've seen him at pretty low lows whether i like it or not so it's hard to not believe him. kinda feels like he bares his soul to people very easily (that's not a good thing in his case but regardless). & he's just so nice. & it was just such a good way to end the concert. i was annoyed he was last bc i knew i would be exhausted but in the end that was the best possible way for things to go. i'm very happy & fulfilled.

dabin should've been there instead of ash island tho. no hate hes just not dabin

[littlespoonevan]

(and this is a different conversation but the possibility of their love confession happening way before the first kiss????? i’m obsessed. also in that case i’d need buck to initiate it if eddie was the one to drop the ily but again that’s for a different post askjfhsaskdfj)

Hello I am here to be an enabler about this part bc you got me like 👀 🍿

askdjfhas i was hoping someone would ask me about this bc as soon as i pressed post i was like 'wait i care about this idea way more than i thought i did' lmao. blame this on me rewatching buck actually this afternoon and wanting them to get their romcom moment

okay so. alternative scenario. if we got a situation where eddie realises he's in love with buck in the s5 finale and the idea didn't actually scare him, i would kill for a love confession that completely takes buck by surprise

because right now i feel like buck won't even let himself consider the possibility that he might be in love with eddie. because it's always been there, y'know??? the feeling has existed inside him for so long he's never really thought to examine what it means beyond the general devotion he has to eddie and chris

so imagine a scenario where eddie finally feels confident enough to admit it. where he wants to tell buck because he needs buck to know. because he needs buck to understand his worth in eddie's life (and oh what a beautiful parallel that would be to the 4x14 hospital conversation) and buck is just. completely fucking bowled over. because he doesn't expect it????????? and he doesn't even know how to begin to process it because how could eddie - beautiful, wonderful, incredible eddie - look at buck and see that kind of love??? how could he see buck's fucking trainwreck of a love life and want to be a part of that???

and eddie's so fucking patient and soft (like i'm talking season 4 fond faces dialled up to 1000) and he squeezes buck's wrist and says, "i'm not expecting anything here. you can take your time deciding what this means to you. if it means anything at all."

and buck nods, dazed, because he loves eddie, of course he does, but he suddenly doesn't know in what way and he just- he needs to think and he can't do that with eddie watching him with those gentle eyes. so he leaves but he stops in eddie's doorway first, eyes wide and scared, and says, "i'm coming back. no matter what i- whatever i- i'm coming back, okay?"

and eddie smiles and nods and says, "i know, buck," in the exact same way he says "i know you did" in 4x05

and anyway buck leaves  has an absolute breakdown to maddie in the next episode because his head is a mess and maddie just sort of watches amusedly as buck paces back and forth across her living room rambling his way through every significant moment he and eddie have ever had since the moment they first met. and eventually when he pauses to take a breath maddie's just like. "evan, sweetie. it kind of sounds like you're in love with him."

to which buck stops dead in his tracks and says, "oh my god i love him. oh my god, maddie, i'm in love with him."

and he obviously doesn't stick around because he has to tell eddie!!!!!!

so he fucking runs back to the diaz house because he can't make eddie wait any longer and he's so frantic he can't even think about fitting his key in the lock so he just starts banging on the door and eddie opens it looking completely confused. and buck just lets out this breathless, "hi." and eddie laughs and says hi back.

"you told me you loved me."

eddie ducks his head, hides a tiny smile. "i remember."

"i didn't answer you."

and eddie isn't going to push him, isn't going to ask for something buck doesn't want to give him, but buck steps through the threshold and into eddie's space and suddenly they're nose to nose and eddie's hand slips off the door handle and finds purchase on buck's hip and buck meets eddie's gaze head on, eyes steadfast and so, so sure and says, "i'm in love with you too." and they kISS and they're smiling into each other's mouth and buck starts walking them backwards and eddie kicks the front door closed with his foot and they're home 😭

[marcspectrr]

I don’t think the unsigned divorce papers were that much of a surprise for Layla. Yeah, there were plenty of traumatic emotions surrounding the documents once she received them, but surprise does not seem very high on the list. I think they mostly served to personify and solidify a preexisting issue within their relationship.

That Marc's gestures will always be louder than his words.

And that's not inherently an issue, destined to ruin every relationship it's present in. Depending on context, for some people gestures are a love language, and that's completely fine. The point where it becomes an issue, at least in Marc and Layla's relationship, is when it hinders their ability to honestly communicate at all. Both Marc and Layla recognize this problem. (Also don't mind Marc in the background in the jeep, his soul is just slowly deteriorating ahdjfk)

This weakness in communication was made evident by the way the intention behind the papers was clearly mispercieved (which is obviously understandable). Marc meant them as a way of saying 'you're better off without me, I'm trying to let you go', etc. What Layla interprets them as is 'I'm leaving you now, you don't even deserve to know why', etc. And it doesn't help that Marc isn't physically there to reverse the thinking, it just exacerbates the miscommunication and therefore the hurt that was born from the gesture.

What's really sad is that, given how long they've been together and how they've likely been dealing with this problem for a while, Marc actually tries to communicate in a different way before dropping the divorce papers on her.

I imagine sometime before he left her he tells her this. Maybe during a fight that starts out slow and soft, maybe taking place sometime after Elias calls Marc about the Shiva. Marc feels himself slipping, knows he's in danger of his wife finally seeing through the cracks in his deliberate and meticulous masks and perhaps he panics. So he talks. He's so desperate to lessen the impact of is absence from her life that he risks talking, actual conversation, one that I'm willing to bet does not end well.

He tries, literally pushes himself out of his comfort zone, in one last attempt to rid himself from her life. He tries, while still keeping so many of his old wounds hidden and now shouldering a new burden from the phone call, to tell her he doesn't see himself as someone worth her time anymore. He says it in the way he deems least painful in a moment of significant hurt for him, which unfortunately comes out as them needing to move on, as him needing to remove himself from the equation altogether.

He ends up leaving and then sending the divorce papers, yet still unable to even sign them.

That's one piece of context that shows the papers couldn't have been that surprising. They were already in a not-so-good-place prior to him disappearing, so the papers were just the gesture behind the words she had already heard, even as misconstrued and poorly executed as they were.

Also, the whole 'you told me we needed to move on' simultaneously implies the build up that's further depicted by Layla actually bringing the papers with her when she tracks him down. They didn't go from a happily married couple to Marc disappearing, Layla receiving divorce papers and then doing nothing about them. She wouldn't just...give up. She brings the papers with her because that perceptible struggle that they could no longer fight, she's already experienced it. They both have. So she tracks him down, fully expecting to finally give him what he 'wants', only to find out the other parts to his story he was hiding from her for so long.

It just lowkey blows my mind everytime I think of it. Of Marc having tried a different way of pushing her away initially. Bc I see a lot of people framing it like he just up and ghosted her with nothing and he...didn't. And that's so big. There's a huge difference between that and what he did. Bc he tried, even if he failed. He tried at something he knew he wouldn't be good at. All in an attempt to protect her, really. From a lot of pain, from the truth, from himself. It's not very rational thinking but it does come from a very sincere place, ya know?

[jungwonenthusiast]

This is my first time here so I'm new but 2 & 15 Jay prompt (hard dom) female reader😣 Jay would say it...

A/N: I’m not really satisfied with this one, I feel like it isn’t good enough but I hope you still enjoy it. I also made Jay more of a soft dom bc I thought it fit the concept more but I tried to add a bit of degradation here and there :)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), very slight degredation

Word count: 1.9 k

Tonight was the night, you could feel it. You’ve been dating Jay for a while and of course you’ve fantasized about it a lot, but you never felt like you were truly ready until now.

You’re watching a movie in your room when you lean over to peck his jaw. This earns no reaction so you move to his neck and kiss down until you reach the collar of his shirt.

“What’s up with you today?” he chuckles as you struggle to get his attention.

“I missed you.” you say and kiss him softly on the lips.

“I saw you yesterday.” he smiles.

“Still.” you kiss him harder this time and he finally gets the notice.

He pulls you onto his lap and sets his glasses on the nightstand.

You’ve made out before but it was usually more playful and just a way to show affection. This time it’s passionate and it’s evident that you both want something.

Your breathing gets a little heavy when his lips find your neck. He bites you softly and you giggle.

His hands sneak up your top and gently rub your sides.

He tastes like a woodfire and lust and you want him so bad that you can’t help but rock your hips against his. He smiles against your lips.

“This is new.” he says quietly and you giggle.

You feel a bit nervous and giddy but even more than that, excited.

“I think I’m ready.” you tell him and he cocks a brow.

“For what?”

“You know what.” you shove his shoulder a bit.

His eyes light up. “Really? Are you sure?”

You giggle again. He makes you very giggly. “Mhm.”

“You’re not just saying that because you think I want it right? I mean I do want it— a lot— but you know what I mean.”

You’ve never seen him nervous like this before. “Yes I’m sure. I’m saying it because I want it too.”

“Okay good,” he pecks your cheek. “Let’s continue shall we?”

You laugh and nod before crashing your lips against his.

He keeps one hand on your waist and the other on your chest, groping and massaging you.

After giving you a light hickey he flips you over so your back is on the bed. Just him doing that sends heat between your legs. You look so gorgeous displayed under him it gives him an instant hard on.

He kisses you and slides his knee between your thighs. Your breath hitches.

His hand trails from your chest up to your throat where he squeezes lightly. You let out a small moan and he smiles.

“I had a feeling you’d like that.” he says and kisses you again.

His knee has been pushing up on you for a bit, but now you’re craving something more. You grab his hand and place it at the band of your shorts.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you roll your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude, tell me what you want.”

Your sass is put to an end right away. You cave so easily under him. “Touch me please.”

“Attagirl.” he smiles and slips his fingers down the thin fabric.

Your whole body tenses once you feel him. It’s such a foreign feeling, having someone else touch you like this.

“Relax baby,” he kisses your neck. “I’ll make you feel good.” And he does.  

You moan at the first circle to your clit. You grip his wrist hard.

He smirks. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Stop it.” you whine and he chuckles.

“It’s cute.” he says and kisses you with zeal.

He pulls the collar on your shirt down so he can place a hickey on your collarbone.

How can he multitask so well? You ask yourself.

It’s soon when your thighs begin to tremble.

“Not yet, not yet baby.” he says and settles himself between your legs. Oh. Your knees fall together right on que and he laughs. “Stop that.”

“I’m shy~” you complain.

“Since when,” he says. “You’re usually so bold.”

After some words of encouragement he finally gets your legs spread.

He tugs your shorts off leaving you in just your underwear. He snaps the band. “These are nice.”

You laugh and kick him in the shoulder. “You’re ruining the mood.”

“I’m just being myself.” he says and kisses your thigh. The kisses get messier and open mouthed as they travel down.

He runs his tongue on the lining of your underwear and at this point you're on the verge of begging for it. You squirm under him and he nips at your skin.

“Patience.” he says and gives you a few more kisses before finally sliding your underwear off.

He pulls away to admire you for a moment. “Such a pretty cunt.”

You feel your cheeks burn red and you resist closing your legs again.

He holds you tight before dipping his head down and licking one stripe up your pussy. Your thighs tense. It was just one touch, how does it feel so good.

He feeds off your pleasure and continues to lick agonizingly slow circles on your clit, paying attention to when your thighs would clench and when you would tug at his hair.

Your sounds are so intoxicating he could swear you’re a siren luring him to his death. But if he were to die by making you feel like this, it’d be worth it.

Soon you're a shaking mess, grabbing at the sheets and rolling your hips over his mouth. And you’re seconds away from finishing when he pulls away, You have to hold yourself back from socking him in the jaw.

“What was that for?” you whine.

“What?” he tugs his shirt over his head. “Do I make you feel that good?”

What a prick. A really hot one, but still a prick.

“Yes,” you admit. “Please keep going.”

“Hold on sweetheart I have something better planned,” he unbuttons his jeans “now just lay there and be pretty for me.”

He pushes your thighs up and rubs the head of his cock against your clit.

“Fuck,” you whisper and he kisses you. You taste yourself on his lips; sweet and treacly.

He kisses your neck. “How bad do you want it?”

You nod. “Really bad.”

“I don’t believe you. Convince me.” he teases and of course, you fold.

“Please fuck me, you know I need it.”

You saying that makes him lose his mind a little bit. “That’s more like it.” he lines himself up with you before slowly pushing in.

After being edged for so long, you nearly cum from the feeling of being filled up.

“So fucking tight.” he growls into your neck.

He lets you adjust to his size before slowly thrusting into you. You grab at his back and let a moan escape your throat.

“Feels good huh?”

You nod pathetically and cover your face with hands.

He takes them off. “Don’t do that, I wanna see your pretty face.” you listen to him and try to ignore how exposed you feel. You’re comfortable because it’s Jay but it still feels so new.

You cling onto him and curse into his neck. “Keep going please.”

He smiles. “What a good slut, so desperate for this cock.”

Your eyes roll back as his tip hits your g-spot over and over again.

He kisses you before pounding into you, holding onto the headboard for leverage.

You let out a sultry whine and he groans.

“Touch yourself.” he says to you. “Show me how you like it.”

It makes you feel shy but you listen to him. Your fingers travel down to your clit and with him fucking you like this, you almost go insane from how good everything feels. Every touch and every word sends you into a euphoria that you’ve never felt before. You’re almost embarrassed about how he could get you like this.

“How long have you thought about me fucking you like this?” he asks.

“So long,” you say softly. “You’re so good.”

“Naughty,” he kisses your neck. “I never knew you were so bad.”

You start to feel the fire grow hotter and hotter in the pit of your stomach and you hold on to his arms as hard as you can.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Please make me cum.”

“Close already?” he chuckles “You’re easy to get off.”

“Please?” you ask with more desperation in your voice.

He smirks. “Does my baby need to cum that bad?” his hand finds your throat again. “Are you that much of a needy slut?”

His fake sympathy just makes you wetter. So wet that you can hear it every time he slams into you.

“Yes Jay, just please make me cum.” you beg him. The look in your face is so hopeless and enticing that he has so choice but to comply.

“Alright princess, only because you asked so nicely.” he starts to thrust into you faster. You can hear the bed frame rattling. “Keep rubbing your clit baby, that’s it.”

He’s so gorgeous with that fierce look in his eyes and his black hair hanging over his face. You hold tight onto his wrist as you start pulse around him.

“Fuck,” he moans quietly. “Cum on this cock, I know you can.”

You push all of your worries to the back of your head and stay focused on him. His cock thrusting in and out of you, the sound of your wet pussy, your juices being rubbed on your clit, the squeeze on your neck, and dirty words being whispered into your ear.

“Look at you all spread out for me like this like a little fuck doll.” he says and just like that, you're crying out, cumming so hard that you're on the verge of tears.

“That’s it,” he whispers to you. “What a good girl.” he kisses you slowly, wanting to give you his love in a way that can’t be communicated with words. You feel his love. It fills your chest with a golden light. He watches your face contort in pleasure and that alone sends him over the edge. “Fuck,” he groans.

He pulls out and wipes away the tears that started to spill out of your eyes. “Are you okay baby? Was I too rough?”

“No no,” you shake your head and giggle. “It just felt really good.”

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” he points out which you didn’t even notice until he did so.

You look away, blushing.

“Damn I guess I am good.” he says with a smug look on his face.

You roll your eyes. “Fuck off you ass.”

“What? There’s physical evidence.” he points at your legs. “I am a sex god.”

You fall back onto your back, laughing. “You’re such a goof.”

“And a sex god.” he says and you kick him.

“Quit it and go get me a towel.”

“Fine fine,” he backs off with a grin.

He tugs his clothes on before heading out the door.

You nearly pass out when you hear him say. “Yo Sunghoon guess what I just did?”

[angeloroki]

broken engagement. 2. — i. midoriya

— part one.

— character ; aged up!izuku midoriya x gn!reader

— genre ; angst

— warnings ; curses

— a/n ; part 2 bc you wanted it, but i never said it'd be fluffy :(

please let me know if there are any female pronouns (i'm doing it unintentionally sorry :/), i want to keep this writing as inclusive as possible!!

« hey.., it's me, again.

please call me back. i never wanted this. »

message deleted.

this was at least the 10th time you repeated the process. your ex-fiancé would leave you a voicemail, you'd listen to it all the way through, even though your friend advised you long ago to block him, and then you'd delete it, reluctantly.

maybe that's why he's been so insistent for the past month. the fact that you haven't blocked him or deleted him from your contacts could only give him hope.

and yet, you'd like to pick up the phone and tell him what an asshole he is. and that it was over, that you could never love him again, and even why not lie to him and tell him you were seeing someone else, and blah blah blah.

but it was all wrong.

you still loved him, even after crying for days.

" i don't know if my feelings for you are strong enough to satisfy you. "

he had made you believe for weeks that the fairy tale you were living with him was real. it was a change from the cheesy endings in disney movies. what a bastard.

you sighed to yourself, gazing at the engagement ring that lay far away on the bedside table.

it gleamed in the moonlight, beautiful, representing the love izuku had for you. now it was just the bearer of the bitter words he had spat in your face.

you looked away.

« y/n hun, i'm going to a friend's house. it's my date i've been telling you about for two weeks now, i hope he's worth it or else you'll hear me complaining, she says in a weary voice. i left the dish in the fridge for you, and please don't resume your series on my netflix account, it's too boring to know where i left off. » your friend shouts from the front door.

you smile slightly.

« i'll try, but i can't promise anything. »

« hahaha, no but for real, i'm serious. anyway, see you later honey, and wish me luck. »

it's been a month since you moved in with your friend, she insisted that you stay with her until you find another apartment. and she was a good cook, so how could you refuse ?

you sat down in front of the tv, and resumed the series you had started. a pathetic love story, the married boy who falls in love with a woman who is pregnant, even though she is a virgin?

you rolled your eyes before turning off the tv. everything was about him, when you're on social media and you see a couple of friends already married, or when a jewelry commercial would be airing right when you turn on the tv, and of course the dates that are coming up on your best friend's side.

it's as if fate didn't want you to forget him.

you were going to have a piece of cake, and you were going to start a horror movie. just to chase away that too sad cloud over your head.

of course, your new roommate had finished the raspberry bush, and so it was her fault that you found yourself at 11pm, in the 24 hour supermarket, in front of an old shop window wondering if ice cream was better after all.

with a Ben & Jerry's in hand, you headed to the cash register to pay and quickly return to your blanket cave.

« ouch ! » you exclaimed.

you had just bumped into someone, who was strangely tall by the way. you were about to apologize and ignore the stranger, when his scent shocked you. it couldn't be possible ? he couldn't be standing in front of you, at 11 pm, in a supermarket, and especially more than 25 kilometers away from your old apartment. argh. obviously this is the only store in town that sells his favorite snacks.

« y/n... »

you finally dared to meet his eyes. he hadn't changed, no wonder, it had only been a month since you left, but you expected something huge when you saw him again. his well-shaped jaw made you want to cover it with kisses. no, stop, y/n. but he smelled so good. " i don't even know if i want to get married ! " that truth echoed in your head. fuck, you had almost forgotten that he had broken up with you.

« what ? » your voice was as hard as a rock.

without giving him time to answer, like last time, you left him hanging and headed for the exit. never mind the ice cream, you'll come and buy it another time.

« what do you mean what ? i've been trying to call you for a month. »

he followed you, leaving his groceries behind too. a breath came from your lips, forming a small cloud of coolness in front of you.

the situation was so cliché that a dry little laugh escaped from you.

« how strange ? i've been ignoring you for a month now. » you said with sarcasm in your voice.

he took your hand gently and suddenly at the same time.

« stop this, and let me explain. »

you felt the melancholy in his voice, his expression camouflaged by a big scarf couldn't hide all the tears he had already started to cry. you just wanted to hold him, to tell him that you were going to get through this together.

you repressed the urge.

no, he was being unfair to you and your feelings. so he didn't deserve your pity.

you disengaged yourself from his grip, and it was with some regret that you saw that he did not try to hold you.

« there's nothing to explain, midoriya. i was stupid not to see that you didn't love me as much. or that i loved you too much. so please let it go. »

« how can you ask me to let go of the love of my life ? stop being so sutpid. »

your eyes widened. did you hear right ?

« i beg your pardon ? was it me who said I didn't want to get married anymore ? was it me who rejected her fiancé for months for absolutely no reason ? was it me who broke your fucking heart when i was patient, and patient ? so don't talk to me about the "love of my life". »

he didn't answer, and a long silence fell between you. you had to bite your lip to keep your tears where they were, in the corner of your eyes. he just needed to say a word, a phrase or even a fucking onomatopoeia to make you stay.

the absence of an answer made you smile sadly.

« midoriya please forget about me. »

« you still have it? the engagement ring, i mean. »

you felt your throat tighten. no need to lie.

"indeed, yes."

a faint smile settled on his face, reddened by the cold. silently, you slipped your hands into your pockets. he was cute that way.

« ...miss your cooking, too. » he said half amused, half saddened.

your exhausted laughter echoed in the street.

« izuku, don't make it worse for yourself. » you said in a tired voice.

the fact that you called him by his first name brought the stars back into his eyes. your tongue came to moisten your lips, you wanted to feel his against yours. just once, before you went home. because you knew that your story wasn't a fairy tale. that even though you loved him madly, and maybe he loved you too, his sweet words couldn't erase the obnoxious behavior and insensitive words he'd thrown at you for weeks.

and most importantly -

a sweet warmth invaded your body, and his scent filled your nostrils. his lips against yours, you could only respond to his ardor. you melted under his caresses that flooded around your waist. your hands met his collar, and you drew him to you. deepening your passionate kiss, the air quickly ran out.

you abruptly pulled away from him. a look of bewilderment painted both your faces. it was unexpected.

« y/n, please... »

« i'll give you the ring back, but it's over. thanks for the kiss. »

yeah, thank you for the kiss izuku, it was a beautiful bitter farewell.

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[thefirstknife]

At risk of sounding Stupid™️ what's the reasoning for Osiris being a meat puppet clone instead of possessed? I was kind of hoping he was possessed, bc then some of the borderline sweet interactions we got in the last few seasons with crow/Amanda/Saladin/caiatl could still be "real" and not just a deception. Like the idea of him being possessed without realizing it and slowly losing control (to now, where he clearly has no control over his actions) is interesting to me, is the argument against it just that he's too smart to be deceived that way or is there more to it than that? I'm certainly not an Osiris expert so idk if that's just too out of character for him even after losing sagira

I also first thought he could be possessed or taken or something like that, but as things went on and his behaviour gradually got worse, it became harder for me to accept that he wouldn't eventually break out of Savathun's control. I also believe that Savathun would've been risking it a lot more if she was just trying to control the real Osiris because if he slipped from her control even for a shortest amount of time, the whole scheme would fail.

Having her own meat puppet clone is much safer and she can keep an eye on real Osiris (which is presumably imprisoned somewhere in her court). This is important because having the real Osiris means she can use him as a bargaining chip later when she needs it.

Another point is that if she was simply controlling real Osiris, she would have access to more information immediately as he's participating in interactions with others. But the Osiris we've had for the past 3 seasons has been saying some things that are outright wrong AND he's also been curiously silent about the whole Vex Network business going on in this season. I'd assume he'd be talking about it A LOT, especially with Mithrax, but he only talks to Mithrax to antagonise him. Something that Osiris wouldn't do because real Osiris was telling Saint to talk to Mithrax back in Season of the Worthy. He was also saying that the House of Light cause is just in the same weblore. Curiously, this weblore is a record of a private conversation between Saint and Osiris. So only the real Osiris would know about it. This is just one of many examples.

There are too many inconsistencies and weird things that have happened in the past three seasons. Simply possessing the real Osiris and releasing him back to the City is too risky. If he breaks from her control, Savathun loses him.

Also, important to note, is the whole business of someone in the City being under her control and exhibiting weird body horror instances. Most notably in Ripe. I want to make sure people understand that Osiris, when he's not in combat, takes off his helmet/mask. He has never taken them off since Season of the Hunt. We have not seen anything besides his eyes for three seasons, and that includes him in interactions with people in lore.

Perhaps THE most important point for why it's a meat puppet/clone: we've had no lore from his POV since Immolant and he's been a major character in all three seasons since. He otherwise has a lot of lore from his POV. To have nothing from him, even if he's possessed, is very strange, because it would be so easy to show us hints of possession by showing us lore from his POV and possible slips from Savathun's control.

I really wanted for some of the interactions to be with the real Osiris too, especially with Crow. Man, Crow has had Osiris as a mentor for 6 months and it's not even Osiris. Poetic cinema parallel with Uldren and how he spent so much time thinking he's communicating with Mara, but it was Riven (and by extension, Savathun; Savathun leave Crow alone challenge).

I hope this was somewhat coherent and helpful. There's really A LOT of content for how this whole theory works and it's 3 seasons worth of hints and details in lore. Today's cutscene was 100% proof for it. Real Osiris would not have stood there watching as Saint is about to be killed by the Vex, again. A part of him would show an attempt to escape Savathun's control or we would have some other hint for it in some way. Remember, real Osiris managed to briefly escape being nailed to a rock by Xivu Arath's Hive magic in Immolant Pt. 2. He is capable of breaking through Hive shenanigans, even for a brief moment. We would've seen him attempting it in the past 6 months by now or there would've been some hint one way or another.