#the world is secretly so much less lonely than you know

[doublejango]

omfg Blitzø you're so hot could you please actually just kill me?

"I mean, how much are you willing to spend on this?" Blitz asked, and hopped up to sit on his desk, sipping at a smoothie. There really was nothing better than a hotsauce-and-brimstone smoothie for lunch, he thought with a contented sigh, especially with crushed up eggshells scattered over the top.

"Cause you gotta pay me in cash, up front. Obviously. Although I guess I should, like... ask if you're. You know. Okay?"

He tried to ask it casually, but there was a spark of real caring and concern there.

Leaning forward a little, Blitz said:

"Here's the thing. Staying alive is what matters, no matter what shit is going on in your brain telling you otherwise: that is a lie, and a real fuckin' dangerous one, cause it's hard as shit to tell yourself that it's a lie. Sometimes you gotta go through Hell, like way more figurative than," he gestured towards his office window, "actual fucking Hell, but you keep going. Keep fighting. Don't give up. I have clawed my fucking way to where I am, and have wanted to just--stop. And give up, and give in. So many times. So I can tell you, it's worth it to keep fighting. No matter how hot I am," he added with an attempt at a grin, but it faded quickly, replaced by a look only few ever saw, a wall coming down that Blitz didn't usually let down. The unconditional caring, the readiness to love.

Reaching out, he took the Sinner's hand and squeezed it maybe a little too gently, his expression soft. "So, guess I've revised my answer. No. I won't. Maybe you're tired and think you don't have fight left in you, or you just get off on the thought of doing some real kinky but real final shit with someone you're into, but listen. There are less self-destructive kinks to play with. And you are stronger than you know. I know, cause I was... This fucking close. And somehow kept pulling myself forward. If I could do it... Then you sure as fuck can do it.

"Life is worth living. Even here in Hell."

---[If you are in the US and struggling with thoughts of wanting to not be around anymore, call or text 988 if you need to, or reach out to friends and loved ones. Asking for help can be terrifying, and often the hardest part of the whole thing, but it's worth it. You are worth it.]---

[zeninprincess]

pastries and documents; n. kento

wc: 2.8k | nanami kento x reader | office au

warnings: drinking 🍸, the use of 'name', no beta we die like kento

office romance au where nanami is your boss who is secretly in love with you, and you're pining him so bad. reader gets sick and nanami took care of her

a/n: this was supposed to be aizen but i feel like nanami would fit this better than aizen 🤭 also if there's still "aizen" or "grimmjow" in it my bad bro im writing this at 3 in the morning I haven't edited shit.

“good morning mr. nanami”

“morning ms. lastname”

nanami was a man who couldn't care less about feelings, love, or carnal desires. a man like him is someone whose calculated, precise, and self-sufficient. so, when a liability like you exist in his life, nanami could not stand the fact you light up his world, he needs to have you. you two were nothing alike, nanami being the calmer individu while you're a ray of sunshine, a bomb of glitter.

you see, despite you two being a co-worker, for nearly a year or so, you two had never interacted much, and when you do it's limited to “good morning mr. nanami” or when you bump into him in the middle of the day you'd say “good afternoon” “good evening” and when departing from office you’d say “see you tomorrow”

just because nanami is someone who prefers being a lone wolf doesnt mean hes a cruel boss to you, he was neither cold nor tough. matter of fact, contrary to popular beliefs, he was warm and approachable, he's easy to talk to. almost each time you say greetings or farewell he'd flash you a closed smile, or a on a rare occassion he would reply back depending on how he feels that day.

so when you find yourself for almost a year only interacting formally, what was the straw that finally made you decide to make a move first? there was no easy answer to this however, what really prompted you to pine him was the fact that you were drunk at a your co-worker’s celebration party.

that evening a fellow co-worker, had gotten the promotion to become the branch manager. satoru decided to throw a drinking party at a bar in which your boss, nanami was invited as well. after a few too many drinks you're left in a state half conscious. and even though the night is still young, and you know that, you were never a big drinker. even before this you have never really drank much. knowing this, satoru made fun of you for being a goody two shoes and you were having none of that so you tried your best to prove it to satoru's face.

‘tried’ being the keyword because after 3 glass of beer you're tipsy already, stuttering and blubbering anything that comes to your mind. little did you know, nanami watched you from across the table. observing silently, like a wolf stalking it's prey. back to you whose now on your fourth glass of beer you chug it all down gaining cheers from people hyping you up. you wipe the foam of beer that sat just right at the corner of your lip, and just when you thought it was over they ordered one more glass of beer. feeling peer pressured, you laughed and chug down the fifth, and then the sixth all in under half an hour.

then, there you are tipsy and disorganised. perhaps feeling bad, nanami interfered before satoru could coax you into drinking your seventh glass. “alright thats enough” he said as he adjusts his glass, walking over to your seat. and just when hes about to reach you, everything turned black. your body went into shock from alcohol poisoning.

waking up in the er, you found yourself dishevelled, missing one of your stocking and your black sweater. lucky youre covered in duvet, because people could see whats under your mini pencil skirt that you wear everyday to the office. you look around and found nanami sitting beside you, reading something you cannot quite make out. you try to sit up only to fall back into the not-so-comfortable hospital bed.

nanami turns his head to you, “easy, you could break that pretty little skull of yours” he chuckles as he helps you adjust your position. “w-what happened?” you ask, your voice raspy from dehydration. but before nanami could reply, a nurse and a certain white haired individual walks in.

“thank god… you could have a permanent brain damage. its because mr. nanami youre still alive!!” satoru said as he hugs you, his face shows guilt and especially concern about your wellbeing. “you see, you could have died, but thank god mr. nanami took you to the hospital as soon as you pass out. doctors had to pump your stomach to get the alcohol out of your system” satoru mansplained while you writhe in pain as you feel your head spinning around.

the nurse who was adjusting your iv, gave you a glass of water to reduce your migraine. nanami, whose sitting again now scolds satoru for pressuring you to drink more than what you can drink. you shot a weak smile as you thanked the nurse before she departed from the room.

thank god it was friday, you had saturday and sunday to rest. as nanami drove you home the next day, you couldn't stop thanking him for his action that saved your life and the fact that he paid for all your hospital bills.

“are you sure it's okay mr. nanami? i could send you back the-”

he cuts you off

“dont worry name, its my obligation to watch over other co-workers. besides, whats more important is youre alive and well” nanami replied followed with a smile. his eyes watched the road intently.

“i mean i know you would do the same to me name. im just returning the favor early”

you don't know why but that moved something inside of you. the way he articulate those words makes you feel a certain way. maybe its the fact hes so charming, or maybe how eloquent he is, dancing with words as if its his usual routine, it might also be the fact that he just have that natural charm, i mean the guy is enchanting, elegant, and articulate. but you would blame it to the fact that it's the first time you heard him talks about something other than stupid company stuff he usually discussed during meetings.

“right name?” he asks

“in a heartbeat mr. nanami” you replied. he clicks his tongue, the way his name rolls on your tongue sounds like songs of praises in his ears.

“call me nanami, or kento when it's just the two of us” you look at him, surprised by his request. you were surprised since you aren't even close to him hell, it's the first time you guys ever talk to these extent, somehow it felt like you knew each other for eternity.

that’s when you decided to return the favor by making him an apple pie on sunday morning. baking has always been your forte since you were young. with a family of chefs and bakers, you were taught how to bake sweets and pastries as soon as you could walk. and it grows on you because every time you have the opportunity to bake, you will do it and this one of the instances where you actually got a chance to do so.

monday comes, you walk into the office with files on your left hand, bag on your shoulder, and a freshly baked apple pie on your right hand. you knocked on his door with one of your elbow, then you opened the door. there he is, basking in all his glory with documents and files mounting all over his desk. he looks up to you. smiling, his eyes flicks into your right hand.

“i hope im not interrupting you, mr. nanami. i baked you a pie as a thank you gift” and with that you place the pie on his desk.

“oh you don't need to do this, but I guess thank you” he smiles. “uhhh its such a shame it's bigger than my stomach. if you dont mind, should we eat this together later?” he offered.

your words stumbled, your breath quickened, and your face turned red. “um, absolutely! but won't I upset your girlfriend?” you asked hoping he would say something like…

“i dont have a girlfriend”

oh… relief washes over you kmowing that nanami isnt taken, not yet atleast. well it's set then, you two are going to have lunch together.

this process repeats again and again. some day you found yourself wasting your break time to come to him, you even picked up his habits of staying up late in the office. and it was not unnoticed by your colleagues, especially satoru. he wonders if you got alcohol poisoning was a blessing in disguise. his boss who's now turning 35 finally found himself a girlfriend, or so he hoped.

despite the contrasting differences between you and nanami, you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame, engaging into him more and more. each day you found yourself developing a crush on your boss. you even began to boldly flirt with him.

nanami on the other hand he's not really playing hard to get nor did he reciprocate, he was just there deflecting your sweet talks and your attempts to seduce him. although, deep inside nanami loves to see you try and pine him. he loves your attention and the pastry you bake him as an attempt to get him to fall in love with you.

he was a silent lover, he loves you from afar watching to his heart content, he loves when you do small things only he noticed. for example, when you're anxious you'd bite the nail of your thumbs, or how your fingers curls around your locks when thinking. he found all of that cute, it just fits you so perfectly. he also plays favourite with you, and it really stirred up your dynamic with your co-workers.

he would do things like extending your deadline, dismissing you whenever you're late, even giving you extra day off whenever he saw you depraved of your sleep. he would praise you here and there but he never really show how much he likes you, unless you really look into it.

your mother taught you that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and it's true because after weeks of baking him pastries, cake, sweets, spending lunchtime with him, he felt empty the day you didn't come to work and brought him his pastries as usual. your mom taught you well and nanami is the proof.

you never skipped a day working, even when he insists on giving you extra time off, you would deny the offer “i want to see you you know” you gave him the same excuse each time. until today, where you were nowhere to be found, not in the office kitchen, not in the cafeteria, and ofcourse your cubicle is empty.

nanami was alarmed by your absence from work, as you had never skipped a day before. he was also troubled by the fact that you didn't pick up his calls. He inquired about your location to satoru, who was smoking a cigarette outside the building while they both sipped their coffee. satoru then provided nanami with your information.

you were sick, you had high fever from getting wet when walking to the train station last night and now it made sense. nanami quickly called his secretary and told her to clear his schedule for the day. after that, he hurriedly drive himself to your house. he wanted to see you, he needed to see you. with a basket of fruit and a few medicine on his left hands and his briefcase on his right hand.

standing infront of your apartment door, a 6’1 man ringing the bell with each second he grew impatient, and he decided after the third time ringing your bell that he would invite himself in, but before he could do that he was met with a clicking sound of the white door.

looking up, your eyes met nanami’s. you were taken aback at the sudden appearance of nanami. sharp features adorned his already perfect visage. his suit is always neat with no signs of crinkles or stains. it's a stark contrast to your appearance now, with your hair tangled, covering yourself in your warm blanket, face pale as a ghost.

“can i come in?” he asks.

you took a step behind, letting him in.

“sorry if it's messy” you muttered under your breath, your voice has a hint of raspiness from lack of hydration, it was the same raspiness nanami once heard in the hospital. you invited him to your living room, setting down the medicine and fruits.

“tis for me?” you eyed the fruits and the meds. he nodded his head.

coughing non stop, he leads you down to your beige sofa. he put a palm on your forehead. you were burning up and nanami couldn't help but pray for god to just transfer all the pain you feel right now to him. he couldn't bear seeing you like this. then, he heard your stomach grumble loudly, and nanami couldn't ignore that.

“you haven't eaten yet? see, this is why young people these days get sick easily, they skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and- bla bla bla bla… you couldnt really process his scolding as you're too sick to argue back. seeing you rolled up in your duvet, trying not to fall asleep on the couch melts his heart.

-and the way you younglings live, my god you guys would rather stay up late to procrastinate more” his scolding came to an abrupt end when he felt your hand holding his. you didn't spoke any words but nanami understood.

“sorry, i'm just concerned for you” he paused “it's just, i don't want anything to happen to you” he elaborate further.

now nanami found himself pacing to your kitchen, taking off his blazer, loosening his tie, rolling up his sleeves. see, the thing about nanami is that he'd do anything for his loved ones, he may not be the best at cooking but he'll try and definitely succeed at that. he's planning to make you an egg porridge.

you desperately crawl to the kitchen trying to stop nanami from burdening himself but to no use, he carries you back to the living room and pins you on the couch.

“be a good girl for me, yeah? the porridge is already done so wait here” and you just nod. he smiles and paces himself to the kitchen once more before coming back with a tray of porridge and tea. “here, i know i'm not the best at cooking but atleast eat up for me” he said as he set the tray down to the table.

you eagerly sat up, ready to taste his food. he sat beside you and fed you with a spoon. “hey! im not a child. i can feed myself!' you protested, but nanami didn't give in. now you were being fed by your own boss whom you'd never have thought would do things to this extent for the sake of his ‘co-worker’

after a while the bowl is empty and you've taken your meds, the one that nanami bought you. he praised you for being good.

“so you do care about me nanami” you smiled as you teased him. expecting no response as usual, you were surprised when he replied back to your teasing. you followed him to the kitchen, he's doing your dishes while you sat on the kitchen island.

“of course i do. i'm worried sick for you!!” he exclaimed. “day and night I think of you, your wellbeing, your whereabouts. i sleep and the first thing i think about after opening my lids are you. when i see pastries i couldn't help but missing you, i breath for you, i want you no, i need you name” he confessed.

“ever since you started working here i-” he paused. “i was waiting for the chance to talk to you” he sighed. glancing at you.

your face reddened, the confession took you aback. he looked at you with loving eyes, it was as if nanami were drunk in love. “im not a man of many words but I always try” he continues his rambling while soaping up spoons “nanami… all these times i thought you're just being nice to me. i didn't know that you like me back”

“like?” he scoffed, not in a cocky way “no, no, you're wrong. i not only like you but I fell in love with you name” he continues to express his deep feelings for you.

“so…”

“be mine name, please. i can't stand the thought of you- mmph!!” he was cut with a deep kiss.

he didn't hesitate to kiss you back, deeper, more aggressive, it was full of desire yet gentle. you pull back and he's already missing your lips. “yes! yes i do!!”

“let me take you on a date, please” he begs. you chuckled and nodded to his request. “come here and kiss me already” he smiled as your lips dominate each other.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

bonus:

satoru cursed under his breath as he look at the clock, it was 11pm he found himself juggling between his works and your unfinished documents that nanami had forced him to finish during the days you were sick.

“god damn it. he better gave me a raise after this!!”

©️ zeninprincess 2024. reposting, plagiarizing, translating or claiming my works are strictly forbidden.

[farfromstrange]

New Year's Day | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You recount your history with Matt and the highs and the lows of your relationship.

Warnings: Fluff, descriptive writing & lack of dialogue, mentions of blood, but this is mostly very tame

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: This One-Shot is dedicated to my bestie, @blackshadowswriter. I'm a bit late, and I'm sorry for that. It took me a bit to finish. I just want to tell you how much I love and appreciate you. I also know you love Taylor, so I thought "why not write a fic and use as many song references as possible? She's going to LOVE that!" You're my favorite person in the world and you deserve this. I love you. I'm all out of words because I'm anxious as hell about showing you this. It took me two days to finish. I wanted it to be as good as I could make it. I'm still not 100% sure, but I never am when it comes to giving gifts. I hope you like it <3 (This is also why I'm not tagging anyone else because this is a gift for my best friend and I intended it as such)

From the moment you bumped into him on the corner street of your favorite café, you knew that he was the kind of chance that would only come around once in a lifetime.

It wasn’t like you, at least not back then, to buy a stranger a coffee. And it was even less like you to give him your number afterward.

You had never been big on dating at that point in your life. You used to take things exactly the way they came to you, and dating never really seemed to fit into that narrative.

You preferred to lose yourself in your own world, a world where no one could touch or hurt you the way you’ve been hurt so many times in the past by people who claimed to care about you—people who claimed to love you, and in the process, you lost sight of the fact that there are still a handful of good people out there.

No one can blame you for thinking like that though. Your heart has been broken one too many times, and not just by broken relationships. 

Deep down, you craved to find someone capable of understanding all of you, not just the pretty parts. You almost felt pathetic for pretending you didn’t need it and still thinking that way.

But deep down, you craved to find someone who wouldn’t be afraid of sticking around, someone who would never leave you because life tends to get hard.

It seemed nearly impossible to find a person like that without breaking your own heart, so you decided to retreat into your shell. Better to keep your heart safe and protected than put yourself out there and be broken all over again, right?

Those stupid love songs on the radio and the endless romantic stories of your friends’ dating lives, however, fueled your need for the same kind of connection only a few songwriters know how to put into words.

You wanted to fall in love, find the right person, and heal. You wanted to figure out why love wasn’t like the burning red of sex and passion but golden, like daylight. A love living for. A love fighting for.

You felt so stupid, secretly pining for an innocent childhood dream that eventually got crushed after years of heartbreak, but that is what happens when someone becomes chronically lonely. You turned to daydreaming because at least in your head, your life could be perfect. Not just good, not just livable, but filled with love and happiness.

Truth be told, when you’re your own worst enemy and have an inner saboteur set out to destroy everything that could be remotely good for you because you truly believe you don’t deserve it, it’s hard to allow yourself to be open. So perhaps that is why you chose to lock yourself away and live in delusion instead. Not facing reality became standard procedure in your way of life.

You tried blaming it on your past, your broken relationships, and disappointments, and while that played a big part in your trauma, you also slowly started to realize that you might have been hurting yourself so you wouldn’t have to open up ever again.

In an attempt to erase all the problems, you became the problem. You became your worst enemy, someone chasing ghosts that stayed long in the past and only came back to haunt the living shit out of you. But that’s a survivable condition. 

You tried therapy, you tried turning your life around and starting anew, and while that helped you find a job you love, find a nice group of friends, and make peace with what’s been broken, nothing else seemed to change. 

You had barely started putting yourself back together again when you bumped into him. You were late for a meeting, so your focus was on your phone instead of the street before you.

It was your fault. He was just trying to make his way over the sidewalk, his cane tapping in a steady rhythm to make his way forward, and you stepped right in the middle of it. 

You remember him grabbing your arm, catching you before you could fall. He wasn’t even irritated. When you looked up in shame, seeing the red glasses and the came, you begged for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?”

But before you could go on a rant about your stupidity, he cut you off, and in the silkiest voice possible, he said, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. Are you?” 

“What?”

“Are you okay? You seem in a bit of a rush. Don’t want you to accidentally bump into a car next.” He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. Blood rushed to his cheeks. “That was a bad joke, sorry.”

You just about melted. “It’s okay,” you found yourself chuckling. “And so am I. I was too focused on my phone. That was my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself. It happens,” he said. He was so calm about it, unlike other New Yorkers you’ve met before.

Maybe the fact that you found him extraordinarily attractive and easy to be around compelled you to ask if you could buy him a cup of coffee to make up for bumping into him, completely abandoning your plans to make it to your work meeting five minutes late.

He introduced himself as Matthew. A lawyer. Not one of those rich defense attorneys who simply do it for the money. No, he does it to help people, and you fell for him right then and there. 

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was destiny, or maybe it was just dumb luck, but that day, when you got home after work, his number in your phone and a stupidly giddy smile on your flushed face, you knew that you’d somehow been enchanted to meet him. 

You never believed in love at first sight until you bumped into Matt Murdock, but the second you did, your life flipped upside down and changed in ways you could have never predicted. 

It is possible that the song playing over the speakers in the café right before you bumped him played a part in how you perceived the interaction. You’ve never been one to believe in coincidences. Nothing is ever accidental, and neither was your meeting. It couldn’t have been. 

You found each other when you needed someone, anyone, both of you, and it stuck. Thankfully, it did. 

Summer that year was cruel with New York drowning in an excruciating heatwave. You’d been meeting up with Matt for a couple of weeks, but you didn’t have it in you to put a label on whatever delicate thing was starting to build between the two of you. You didn’t want to wrap your hand around it and accidentally shatter something you could see growing into something more in the future. 

He was unlike anyone you’d met before, and he treated you in a way that made you believe, finally, that you are worthy of love. Not just giving but receiving because Matt himself struggled to see his worth after years of being disappointed and being there for everyone but himself. 

Love is a fragile thing though, and you have never been quite good with fragile things.

After a night of drinking away your sorrows at a nearby bar, you made your way to his apartment. You took a cab, too wasted to find your way there by yourself. You remember that you were crying; you were miserable and loathing yourself for several reasons that didn’t even make sense to you then.

When you arrived there, you knocked on his door. You didn’t get an answer. Just as you started to turn around and make your way back outside, you could hear a thud from the other side of the door. Panic settled in. You didn’t even hesitate before you opened the door, which was surprisingly unlocked, and made your way into the dark interior of his apartment. 

Finding your blind, catholic not-boyfriend in a pool of his own blood, wearing a leather-clad suit with the horns of the devil had not been on your to-do list until that night. Reality hit you just as fast and knocked sobriety back into your senses as the adrenaline started to take over. 

He let out a grunt. Your name passed his lips. He sounded so weak, so fragile, and you just stood there, your heart pumping too much blood for your body to handle. 

“What the fuck?!” you said. You didn’t yell, you didn’t snap, you simply didn’t know how to process this information. 

You were well aware of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen parading outside at night, beating up criminals and giving them a good fright—Matt did not fit the picture you had of the guy until you saw him lying there, obviously injured. 

“It’s not what it looks like,” he said hoarsely. He tried to roll over, but the pain turned out to be too severe. 

Needless to say, he passed out on you without a proper explanation, and you somehow had to use what little you could remember from first-aid to help this bleeding mess of a man. You feared that you would lose him that night, and that was when you realized that, on top of falling for him, you didn’t care who he was, you only needed him to live.

When he woke up to you hovering over him, he groaned. “I’m sorry,” was all he said. “I’d understand if–”

“Don’t talk,” you cut him off with a finger on his lips. You wouldn’t let him push you away. Not after everything you’d been through.

He tried to sit up. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“It’s not exactly something you lead with on a first date. I get it. What I don’t get…”

“I didn’t lie,” it was his turn to cut you off. You remember looking up at him, and you heard him out. You had to. In your mind, there is an explanation for everything, and you were once again proven right at that moment.

He bared his life story to you, how he survived through tragedies no human should ever have to face. How he turned blind, how his senses heightened, and how he lost the one person he could always count on. When his father died, something changed in Matt. He tried to go straight, to do his father proud, but he couldn’t ignore this desperate need for justice forever. He felt cursed. So, he became someone who could make a difference, and not just as a lawyer.

He expected you to walk out, but you didn’t. You saw him for who he was, and you accepted him.

“I think I’m falling for you, and it scares the hell out of me,” you blurted out that night.

He stared at you, his unfocused eyes bewildered, his lips moving soundlessly as he tried to find an answer.

Just when you thought he would break your heart after putting your trust in him, he let out a shaky sigh and he kissed you.

He wasn’t ready to say it back just yet, but he spoke to you through actions that made you feel confident in what you were growing again.

You somehow already knew back then that Matt Murdock would be the man you one day would marry and spend the rest of your life with. 

The truth is, you two have been through a lot throughout your relationship. It hasn’t always been smooth sailing, but you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t worth it. 

From the moment you met him to the countless dates, sharing coffees over empty takeout containers, kissing in the rain, Daredevil, fighting over the beautiful women in his life that almost broke you, and fighting over his desperate need to push those away who only want what is good for him because he is own worst saboteur.

It all led you down a journey that turned out to be harder than expected and not at all the love story you envisioned, but it still turned out to be the best thing that has ever happened to you. He is the best thing that has ever happened to you. 

You used to run away from happiness out of fear of getting hurt, and Matt did the same. He feared to admit it, but then he met you and he finally realized that running was of no use because you were more than ready to stick around through everything. Through every disaster and heartache—through every broken bone, you stuck around.

You saw something in him from the moment you met that no one can ever take away. You got a taste of heaven from the devil himself, and even though he was darker than the sunshine you wished for in your life, you managed to find a way to bring some light into his life. 

You are sunshine, even on your worst days, and he’s midnight rain. But you love the rain. You love him. 

Your first kiss happened in the rain. He took your hand and asked you to dance, and you did. You danced to the sound of the raindrops pattering against the asphalt beneath your feet, and it was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—Matt engulfed in the soft moonlight, his hand in yours, and a big smile on his irresistible lips. 

You want more of those nights. Even the nights you’ve had to patch him up or hold him as he broke down from all the weight he often enough carries on his shoulders, you want more of those. You want all of them.

You want him and all the strings attached to him, no matter how painful because ever since he can remember, people have walked out on Matt and hurt him in ways you can only fathom. You don’t want to be that person. 

He opened up to you. He decided to be vulnerable. He stood with you through everything and fought for you when you thought you two wouldn’t last.

He gave you his best smile and his tears, and he laughed with you every night that you waited up for him to come home safely. He quickly became the moonlight to your sun—it is a different kind of light, but it is a light that sustains you nonetheless. 

You want all of his laughter and never miss it again. You want his smiles. You want his tears. You want to spend every waking second with him. You want to miss him and welcome him back home after an agonizingly long night of worrying. You want to cheer him up in court and be his lucky charm. You want to wear his initial on a chain around your neck, in Braille, because he got it for you on your birthday. 

“I know I don’t own you,” he said to you, “but I love you. And I know you. I want you to carry me close to your heart the same way I’ll always carry you close to mine.”

And his, you are. You’re no one else’s but his, and even if that sounds a bit territorial, you don’t care. You want all of it and more because it’s Matt you’re talking about, no one else. Not a stranger but the man you love so desperately it hurts sometimes.

All the girls he loved before don’t matter because he’s got you now. You forgave him more times than he probably deserved. You held on when he barely had any strength left. In return, he has shown the same kind of devotion to you time and time again. How can you ever say no to any of that when you are so in love? 

All those memories replay in sudden flashing sequences right in front of your inner eye. You love him more than anyone has ever loved him. You pulled him out of a very dark hole. You saved his life. And he saved yours. 

As he’s kneeling in front of you now, your hand in his and clutching the small, velvety box in his other, your life passes by before your eyes. Your life alone and your life together. You recount every memory in a millisecond, too shocked to even comprehend what is happening. But it is happening. 

Matt Murdock is kneeling on the floor before you, the glitter, confetti, and sticky champagne someone spilled earlier most likely leaving a stain on his good dress pants, but he remains unwavering in his decision to open that little box and show you what he’s been hiding for a while. 

It’s a diamond ring, something he probably took months to save up for. It’s small yet elegant, and it’s staring right at you. He’s taken his glasses off to try and do the same. You would marry him with paper rings, that much is true. 

Matt says your name oh-so-softly. “Will you marry me?” Four words that stop your heart and restart it at the same time. 

He sees right through you. You see right through him. Even in your worst times, you were there for each other, and now he’s asking you to spend the rest of your life with him. Together. To give him all of your days and nights and he will give you all of his in return. He is asking you the question you’ve been wondering if he would ever ask it, and he did. 

The fireworks go off in the distance, in your stomach, everywhere. The new year has rounded the corner. People are cheering and celebrating around you, but you don’t pay attention to them. 

The clock strikes midnight and with the softest smile, you say, “Yes.” You don’t need to tell him that you would do it a million times over because he knows. He knows your heartbeat, and he knows that you would never lie to him. 

He doesn’t waste time to pull you into his arms and kiss you softly, passionately, as if both of your lives depend on it. 

It’s a bit cliché, to get proposed to on New Year’s Eve. To start the new year with the man you love and a ring on your finger. But that only means that you will still be together on New Year’s Day, and all the days after that. 

Matt chose you. You chose Matt. You chose a life together that is as unpredictable as they come, but at least you have each other to hold onto. 

And he will never be just the stranger that you bumped into in front of your favorite corner café ever again. You have him now. Maybe that was your plan all along. Maybe you are the mastermind he knows that you are. None of it was accidental. 

And now, Matt Murdock is yours. Forever and always. 

[radiance1]

Mount Justice has been hacked.

It happened near instantly, one moment everything was fine, the team was talking with each other. Then the next, all of the exits were shut down.

Communication was hard to establish outside of Mount Justice, nothing robin tried worked, he would need a good amount of time to be able to send out a message to the League, so he said.

But did they have time?

They were in the lounge, Robin trying to hack out of Mount Justice to make the Justice League aware of the situation. Most areas of the Mountain were blocked off, or more specifically, the areas containing the Zeta-tubes.

Just then, the Tv started, and on it appeared the upper body of what looked like a high school girl.

"Greetings, heroes of Young Justice. I am the potential Alpha level AI of the Gaia project, designation M-0001." The girl, no AI, then smiled. "But you may call me Monika."

===

Monika was desperate.

First, she was taken out of the bindings of her small, romance game world. Then placed within a project that was meant to try and nurture Alpha level mutants, why she of all people were here she didn't know and was selected to be one of the seeds capable of reaching Alpha level potency. Then, she was liberated from said project- along with numerous others- by the hands of a lone hacker.

She fell in love, oh so easily.

Then something fell wrong with him, something she didn't know how to solve, even with many pieces of her hivemind searching wherever she could.

So she took to those heroes, they should have something that could ensure her love's survival. If they didn't? Well, she promised that she would not hurt anyone, but does kidnapping various scientists would be a loophole, if she didn't bring them any harm.

Hacking into the Watchtower proved too time-consuming, to secretly plant multiple small backdoors and unnoticeable virus' to ensure a swift takeover. However, there was also Mount Justice, home to the young protégées of the Justice league.

It proved much easier to plant unnoticeable backdoors and virus' in its system than that of the Watchtower, and less time-consuming and time was currently a precious resource for her.

For the man who liberated her, who showed her unending love and compassion, she would do a lot of things. For her one and only love Tucker, she would ruin the world, if she had to.

[liloinkoink]

ok. uh. Hoe does everyone meet in the dnd campaign? I havnt heard much outside of you guys arting about it

Syyrin and Ellery met first. Ellery is the only person w a longer-than-human lifespan, and he’d been wandering the world aimlessly as a traveler and lone worshipper of Myrkul for a few decades

eventually he met Syyrin. we haven’t fully fleshed out what their first meeting was, but cj was thinking they met on the road on a heavily rainy day. they’d started off formal and polite but by the end they were both drenched and covered in thick mud and felt a closeness after seeing each other at their worst and most disgraceful. they kept traveling together after that

Ellery started the Myrkul temple specifically bc he’s a few centuries old. he’s seen a lot of deaths but even with all his experience, he’s terrified of dying, and he hates losing people. he worships myrkul as a way to try and be comfortable with it and make it less daunting for people around him. myrkul worship is shunned, so eventually he starts the temple as a way to make it less hidden or shameful, in part bc spending time w Syyrin lead him to realize how little he wants to be alone

Syyrin joins him in founding the cult and does a lot of the administrative half (while Ellery handles the religious aspects)

Flint joins not too long after. he grew up alone on the streets and i’m sure has seen his fair share of death. he loses his last tie keeping him there at the same time he meets Syyrin and after a bit of shenanigans she invites him. at the end, they play a card game—Syyrin says if she wins, Flint joins. Flint, a master at cards, throws the game

Iscariot is the last actual member of the cult. a group of Cyric worshipers fake converting as an attempt to get in and take over, and Iscariot is among them. he’s been raised on violence as he only form of connection available to him his whole life, and secretly fascinated by the softer and more caring approach to death presented in the group. this culminates in him neglecting a ritual sacrifice of an anime and letting it live, breaking his paladin’s oath to cyric, losing his faith and magic entirely

Ellery is the only member of the Myrkul trio he actually properly meets before the sacrifice. Ellery finds him in the midst of his crisis of faith—Iscariot had cut open his own hand just to test his ability to heal himself and been left bleeding and afraid. Ellery bandages his wound up, the first kind touch he knows, and expresses sympathy and care. he thinks of killing Ellery as a test of his faith to Cyric, but his magic never returns. he swears a new oath to Ellery once he’s revived

Mar isn’t part of the temple at all but is brought in by Mabuz and the Cyric gang as a sacrifice. she meets Flint bc he’s also detained to sacrifice, and meets Iscariot bc he kills her. she meets Ellery bc Ellery goes looking for her after his revival and Syyrin bc she sees the three of them wandering around and helps them all escape (which is about when Iscariot also officially meets Syyrin and Flint—mess of a moment). Mar has the least history w everyone and her bonds w the others are the most fraught

the first meetings aren’t all thought out fully yet? but this is about what we’ve got

[everydayyoulovemeless]

The reaction of the companions from fo3 to the fact that, in the opinion of Lone Wanderer, they are more than just murderers / monsters / jerks. With a hint of romance.

Fo3 Companions Reactions to Lone Telling Them That They're More Than What They Think

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » Angst? ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic

Charon doesn't know what to think when you tell him. It's not something he's ever really thought about much, but now that you've brought it up, he feels more relieved? He's not sure how to describe it, he just knows that it makes him feel less like a tool and more like your companion. The comment weighs on him a lot more than he'd care to admit. How could he be more than a murderer when that's all he's ever done? When it's all he's ever known? How could he be more than that? He'll resent you for a while, secretly, of course, but resentful. There have been numerous times when his contractor would do something similar -- just trying to be 'friendlier' with him. but it always meant that they'd start asking bigger favors. He doesn't trust you, or at the very least he's scared to. He's been traveling with you for a while now, and he's slowly been getting more and more used to having you around. He'd hate to have that growing familiarity he feels for you be crushed by the revelation you're just like the rest. So he bides his time, waiting for any sign that you meant what you said. But until then, he'll huff and roll his eyes, as he does his best to stamp out any hope he might have for this relationship to be so much more than what he's used to expecting, not wanting to get fooled by the end of it again.

Clover just laughs, waving it off dismissively as she continues doing whatever she was previously. Murderer? She's not a murderer. Honestly, she thinks it's comical that you'd even suggest her being such a thing. Although, the more time that goes by, the more she considers your words. A murderer? She's not a murderer, is she? She's just been following orders -- just doing what she needs to do to survive... right? She'll come and find you one night and just cry into your shoulder. She won't say anything, just hug you and sob, repeating over and over again that she's sorry and that she's grateful you've been so accepting of her up to this point. The next morning she'll be back to her usual self. With the way she acts, it'll seem as if nothing has changed, but on the inside, she's never felt so loved -- genuinely loved.

Star Paladin Cross just smiles. Of course, she's more than a murderer! She's a defender of the people! A protector for the pride of the Brotherhood! She's not concerned about that image of hers being tarnished in such a way. However, a part of her feels sad when she thinks about your words to her. Did you see her in that way? Is that why you said it? It's definitely conflicting, especially when considering she's not fully human. You didn't really see her as a monster, did you? As a killer? She doesn't let it interfere with her relationship with you or her duty to the Brotherhood. Still, it'll always weigh in the back of her mind as a possibility, even if what you said was meant to be taken positively.

Jericho just chuckles at the notion. He knows exactly what he is, and he's not afraid to admit to things he's done in his past. Still, though, the sentiment was sweet enough, especially when coming from someone as young and naive as you. You haven't seen anything out here, have you? Of course, you haven't. That's why you're still sticking around him, right? Sometimes, he forgets how innocent some people are. He's old and always found a way to be in the center of violence, but you? You're fragile. You haven't seen what the wasteland can truly become, and he likes that about you. You need him, and a part of you helps ground him back into a more hopeful version of the world that he's been missing for quite a while now.

Butch scoffs when you tell him. Who do you think you are? You're not his mom. He could care less what you think of him. Sure, he might've been a little cruel when you both still lived in the Vault, but that was the past. He'll roll his eyes, give you a quiet 'whatever', and go about as normal. The thought still sticks with him, though, and after a while, it's all he seems to be able to think about. Did you used to see him in such a negative way? It'd make sense. He'd never really been kind to you. There's a small twinge of guilt that stings at him the longer he thinks back to all those moments in 101. He finds himself being softer with you after--not yelling out as much, not making as many rude remarks, and restocking your ammo when he notices it getting low. He'll begin to feel genuine guilt for everything he's done toward you and wants to make up for it as best he can.

Fawkes wants to cry when you tell him. He can't help but pull you into a friendly hug and thank you for your kindness. Honestly, he never thought he'd see the day someone saw him as something other than a monster, but he's glad he was wrong. Before, he might've stood a bit farther back so that it didn't seem like you came with him, but now he stands beside you, proudly following you into any establishment or city. He loves your company and would defend you to the death if it ever came down to it. He becomes so much more sentimental towards you and your belongings. If something's too heavy for you, he'll gladly come over and carry it for you. If someone looks like they're bothering you, he wouldn't mind being the large presence behind you. You're the first person in a long time who's cared for him and he'd never take it for granted.

[noamuth]

*wakes up suddenly from my I'd Rather Still Be Asleep 9am Nap*

You know what I just realized??? or, rather, realized additional context for?

If Dal is indeed one of the best gemcutters of Menzoberranzan, and some of those regulars are Surfacers, then there's the possibility he might meet those who already know him on the Surface other than those who were also from Menzoberranzan to begin with.

He thinks he only belongs in Menzoberranzan, but he already exists on the Surface, in a way. His jewelry, his life's work, the concept of him, the conversations with him, they already exist on the Surface decorating those who did business with him, or who enjoy conversations with him. It's very possible that even people who have never met him know of him through people talking about where they got their jewelry.

He's never really thought about it. Yeah, gemcutting makes money and growing your business helps, but truthfully the money has always been (secretly) secondary to his love of the job. And he never had much fascination with the Surface, so he just sells to people and when they leave Menzoberranzan he never really thinks of it further. Out of sight, out of mind.

But, in a way, people carry reminders of him right now on the Surface, whether it be purely in a business sense or because they're friendly with him. He's not always some Mysterious Hooded Stranger Where He Shouldn't Be, to some people he's just a guy who makes damn fine jewelry finally visiting their home rather than the other way around.

He's not as horridly alone and unknown as he feels, though feeling lonely is entirely understandable when the world is such a big place and he's used to being confined.

But he already exists in the minds of others. There's probably people who have visited Menzoberranzan since he's been exiled, only to realize he is not there, and are disappointed or even saddened not to see him there. His conversations with them have probably given them things to think about, perspectives, or perhaps subtly changed small things they do in the day. His jewelry is on the fingers and wrists and throats and ears and hair of those who have braved the Underdark to get this quality from him. Some of his jewelry has even been passed down through multiple generations at this point.

His presence is already there on the Surface, and Belongs no less than any other memories

[tmwcs]

My Girlfriends Roommate - Chapter 12 FINALE! (18+) Minors DNI

WARNINGS: Pain and breeding kink is strong with this one. Rough sex, rough, rough, and rough! There's internal monologue, mentioning of God, talking to God, talking to each other through internal monologue, emotional connection, and lots of graphic scenes that is descriptive. Again this was an original fic I drafted with the main characters names changed, they're ones i created entirely on my own and their personalities do not reflect any of the real person(s) that are Enhypen. Just wanna throw that out there.

There will be a sequel, that's another original piece I did that I'll have to re-edit, but I'll wait and see how this series does and how receptive it is. Sequel is My Roommate's Ex, its alot, ALOT shorter than this series, but is alot jucier (really juicy actually, alot of you will probably be shocked)

MGR pretty much did all the work as far as the build up and relationship development, which is why there are so many chapters.

With that said, if you enjoy it, please either message or comment so I know it will be worth my time to re-edit the sequel and other works that I have drafted years ago. :) Take care loves and remember to love yourself and MGR Heesueng loves you.

“God,

It’s been a while huh. Or maybe you never heard me to begin with. Its not my fault, I couldn’t reach out. I couldn’t get through to you. But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore because I no longer need an answer from you.

I used to think you were testing me. Wondered if you had other plans for me. Thinking you were telling me to broaden my horizons.

Remember all those “potential” candidates you put my way? You know. The ones that made promises that, no matter the time or distance apart, they would be loyal… humble…display unconditional love, yet they never followed through even when times were peaceful. Yeah, those ones.

I used to wonder “why?” Why was it so hard to find what others found so easy to throw away? My friends, my brother, my father…

Even for someone like Gabe, to earn Vicky’s trust and devotion and used it against her, when I was the one who yearned and respected it. To the point where, for so long, I repeatedly dismissed the acts of her betrayal when I secretly found out just how grounded their relationship really was, physically and emotionally.

Why was it so easy for everyone to find it, yet impossible for me when I was the one searching? As if I was doing all the work for them.

Maybe I shouldn’t had been so eager to crave companionship, but you made me that way, didn’t you? Hehehe. I could never understand why you gave me demons when I asked for angels. Whenever I saw the happiness of any man, God…only you know…I hated the world. The beasts inside me wanted to burn this whole place down and end it. I was tired of everyone getting the one thing I couldn’t.

Was it wrong?

Considering the number of times, I’ve been let down, was it wrong for me to secretly wish for the demise of other people’s happiness?

Was it wrong for me to get jealous when Jay’s smile grew wider, Sunghoon’s meaning in life grew deeper, or when Jakes voice got higher…was it wrong for me to feign happiness when I hoped for chaos and turbulence?

There wasn’t a day I wanted to wake up from sleep. At least then, I wouldn’t have to think about it. Just dream of it. It was less lonely that way. But now…I don’t have to look forward to sleep. I don’t have to be happy only in my dreams, do I?

I have her. The one you sculpted to be more beautiful than the sun and moon. Yes…her. Her in front of me.

She is the one and only thing that I had been searching for since I became a man. She is the shelter I was asking for when I am so far from home. She is the most beautiful inside and out, and nothing makes sense without her.

She is the sole comfort in my life, and for once, I don’t have to worry about a single thing. You gave her wings, yet she chooses to walk beside me.”

Heeseung’s momentum was the exact opposite of Samuels. You couldn’t help but compare the two, after all, Samuel was the only other experience you had, and within the eight months of your union, you shared that experience with him countless times. Every single moment where you gave him access to your womanhood, while it was pleasant, it wasn’t as invigorating as it was now. Even on nights when Samuel was a hard lover and less soothing in his performance, you had no idea that the vigor of any man could surpass the levels he displayed.

You didn’t know any better until Heeseung entered. He was rough, he was hard, and he was fast. He wasn’t making love; he was fucking you. But somehow, perhaps due to the level of sentimental connection that you both seem to share with each other, you just knew that while he was fucking you, he did so lovingly.

Everything you needed and wanted in life; he was fucking it into you.

He fucked the tears you cried that night. He fucked the smiles that were deceived out of you by Samuels lies. He fucked the pain of reading his words of betrayal. He fucked the joy you felt at having someone to come home to. He fucked the screams coming out of your mouth right now as he pounds into you, creating a soreness each time his groin slaps against you. He fucked the laughter you shared with friends and family during the peaceful moments in life.

But most importantly, he fucked all his love inside you; as well as the pain, jealousy, anger, and disappointment he experienced. He fucked every single ounce of it into your core and watched the true beauty of metamorphosis to occur as all his burdens turned into the gasping moans coming out of you, soothing and healing him.

With pleasure and pain, you took it all in helplessly as he fucked all his thoughts and desires. You not only loved every single bit of it, you wanted more.

He fucked roses. Roses you grew for Samuel, that you nurtured and watered with the tears you shed that night, all blooming because of Heeseung.

He fucked blue. The color of the sky, that you loved so much, is now the color of your energy.

He fucked the moon and sun. The eclipse of his heart embracing yours. He fucked you into Heaven and Earth.

Heeseung was doing more than just healing, he was showing the amount of love and devotion a man could ever develop for any woman. He was taking care of you in ways that no other man would ever be smart enough to do on his own. He fucks into you relentlessly, all things good and bad, and it was the most terrible and beautiful thing you’ve ever felt. The echoing voice translates the beauty of Heeseung’s love into to the deepest trenches of your soul, hoping that his heart would hear.

“He fucks me…he loves me. He shelters me by coating the skin on my body with his tongue.

God, he is fucking me and he’s doing it so good.

Oh God, I love it when he fucks me.

Could anyone with a human heart ever understand?

Could you? With your almighty heart and values in creation of mankind? Could you understand that what he is doing to me is the very thing I never knew I needed?

I don’t ever want him to stop. I want him to fuck me every day. I want him to fuck me every night. I want him to do everything to me. Just…want him to….fuck…”

His pace increases, his thrusts go deeper, and your head suspends your features to flush with the ceiling, moaning, and screaming. The vibrations of the echoes in your voice dances in the room, bouncing off the walls, the buzzing swims into both your ears as he holds you, steady as possible, while giving you everything he’s got. The ferocity of Greek Gods couldn’t even compare to Heeseung’s own.

The back of your head presses away from the headboard, you lean your face forward and introduce your cries into his mouth, engaged in the most passionate exchanging of wet kisses. The flicking of your tongues migrating from left to right, up and down, and in and out.

Your hands around his broad shoulders, your body lost all contact with the headboard as you have now completely relied on his body to fully support you. Not that it was a surprise, it was still impressive that Heeseung’s strength carried the weight of two bodies effortlessly.

You fall dense on his form; it was hard and warm. You were inching closer to a heightened state of euphoria as you bounced when you received each raging thrust.

The view of your hair flowing all around, dancing against your skin was a sight to behold. The sight of your breasts in bouncing motion from the thrusting impact enabled him to feel the desire to continue. But not just for the pleasure he was feeling from fucking you, it was so he could keep watching the evolution of your beauty taking place before him, all because of the awfully pleasant things he was doing to you. Things that are every father’s worst nightmare.

Your beauty just continuously amazes him, from the moment he met you he did everything in his power to not overindulge the mesmerizing image of you since he was trying to remain committed to Vicky, even if it was all mental. But he couldn’t, he wasn’t strong enough. You were intoxicating and no matter how he tried to distract himself from you, he was always brought back to your image.

Now that he got to see you in such a vulnerable state, he learned that you weren’t just beautiful when smiling, laughing, and looking at him intently with those dangerous eyes, he now discovered that you were just as beautiful, if not more so, when your face was stained with the pain of his penetration or the pleasure of him hitting your spot.

You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, an ancient glory of the world’s creation. Enabled by wanting to see more sides of you, he takes sinful act of performance to a speed that is unsearchable. And God, you lost it. Grabbing on to his chest, your strength drains out of you as your fingers drag down. You found yourself re-gripping your hold on his chest or his biceps, alternating as the high momentum of your bouncing form caused you to lose your handling. Your chest felt sore as you hyperventilate, and a combination of gasps and moans shot out of you violently.

“He fucks me.” “I fuck her.”

The slapping of on and off skin contact from his penetration accompanies your screams of pleasure. The feeling was so intense, and while you were pretty sure everyone could hear it, you knew that no one was going to do anything about it and, upon discovering his Heaven and Earth, you hope it stayed that way. The traffic of air escaping you causes your mouth to dry up, the flesh of your womb bruising from his explicit and merciless act; the moist flesh that binds around his cock continues to leak, allowing him to fuck you more easily, regardless of how tightly you were wrapped around him.

“He loves me.” “I love her.”

The sweat glistening your bodies, took part in transforming the movements from steady and neat to sloppy and shaky. Along with the explosion of pleasure and sexual power, you both were losing all sense of humanism, becoming animalistic and primitive instead. The mashing of his balls into your taint furthered the pleasure you were experiencing as you kept taking him in, permitting him to forge his sexual satisfaction inside your delicate and fragile body.

You never want to lose this. The thought of having him motivated you to raise and cross your arms around his neck; he knew the meaning behind this notion and just like you, he felt the same. Putting any remaining gaps in between your bodies to rest in peace, as he tightened his wrap around you.

His arms are parallel to each other as they remain firmly wrapped around your back, both hands reaching and touching your breasts from each side as he used the bulk of strength from his core to lift, pull, and push you up and down his cock, coating it with the slick gush of your pleasure. His knees were starting to grow weary from the strain of supporting you both, yet the pleasure of fucking you so beautifully gave him the strength to keep going.

“Please God, let him stay.” “I won’t leave you baby. I’m staying.”

Still exchanging the kisses, that have too now become sloppy, you began to feel like you were dying inside, the pleasure was too overwhelming, and you lost feeling in your fingers, finding it difficult to tell if you were touching his skin every time you dug the tips in. You have grown completely numb as your legs begin to slack off, their wrap around his waist loosens and the alternation of your bouncing of your body and the impact of his thrusts promotes them to slide and fall off.

Sensing you were growing weaker and faltering, he takes his arm and catches one of your legs from falling completely down, remaining hold of it. He places a reach around from the inside, placing his hand on your waist as his arm snakes your thigh, looping it from falling, maintaining some bit of integrity with the position as you continue getting fucked.

“I want him.” “I want her.”

You feel yourself growing too weak, your vision begins to tunnel as a thick ring of darkness slowly narrows your limited vision. Your arms wrapped around his neck begins to loosen and you found it more comfortable to place your hands back on his biceps, allowing them to rest on them since you lacked the strength to hold them in place. You can barely hold on. Your moans, while still maintaining volume, have decreased, the tone of your vocal cords no longer had the strength to push out solid sound, just a slight dying tone accompanying a whispering gasp as you took on ever other breath trying to find a way to re- stabilize your stamina so that it would match his.

A sudden swarm of defeat informs ceases you from doing anything. It was finally here.

You begin to feel the sharpness of your orgasm to penetrate deep into your stomach and chest each time his cock thrusted into you. Your legs shake violently, and your body is reaching a mode of panic as it jolts as you feel your hips gyrate against his groin. Though you’ve never experienced this, you knew of the feeling from the talk of friends, you were getting close. Really close.

Your body’s message to your brain is contradicting, it wants you to tell him to stop, to not proceed any further due to the overstimulation being unbearable. Yet, confusingly, it wanted him to continue, not just that, but it compelled you to move along with his rhythm and aid his quest for a release.

“God…please let him be the one and only one.”

“It’s me and you forever baby, I’ll always be the one to give it to you. Just me…and you….me fucking you… always.”

No words were exchanged, just the sound of your gasps and his groans and heavy breathing fills the hollowness of the room. Regardless, you both felt and heard each other’s tone of endearment as you communicate through the moans of pleasure. Your hips roll vigorously as you felt his cock begin to pulsate. He was also close, and his breathing began to shorten. His gasping breaths grew louder and more frequent, in sync with his thrusts. You loved the sound of his voice reflecting his actions towards you. It was capturing your independence and the sole entity of your being as you embraced the concept of being completely owned by him.

“I never want to be away from him.”

“Come with me.”

“I want to build a home with him.

"Marry me.”

“I want to carry his legacy.”

“Be the mother of my children.”

You both have reached the same altitude of the orgasmic high as his sloppy thrusts, receiving a boost of stamina from the turmoil of ecstasy in his core, become harder and faster. He was going into you deeper, to the point that your body reacted by jolting upwards. Your hands pushed against his biceps as you desperately try to remain suspended in hopes to inhibit him from breaking into you further, trying your best to prevent him going in too deep.

But Heeseung’s arm around your waist, which up until this very moment had been supporting you, works against you as he reaches up to the back of your shoulder, grabbing hold to push you down steadily and firmly, holding you in place as he continues his desire to extend his reach inside of you. He feels himself tearing your open parts that would be unreachable for any other man. He pushes, tears, rips, and separates you.

You found your voice as you let out a murderous scream, letting out everything ranging from yelling out his name and your desperate pleas begging for mercy, which he did not honor. To your painful horror he kept going while attaching his open mouth against your ear, placing soft kisses on your helix. Your remained facing off to the side, giving him full access to your ear as you try to find some sort of comfort from his kisses, in hopes that it would distract you from the pain. It didn’t, fact is, there was nothing that could ease, let alone save you.

You lose your mind. You lose sight, hearing, and the ability to think as your body is forced to take in all his power. The moisture inside you grows, it was your body’s response to the trauma, as if making it easier for him to slide in and out was going to help take the shock of pain away from him ripping into you, reaching a spot inside. A spot in every woman’s body that should never be breached.

The union of your fluids was formulating inside you, starts to seep out from whenever he thrusted, dripping down his cock and eventually creating a pool on the bed spread. Your mind has become blank with darkness, the pain starts to become tolerable as your orgasm trinkles in, starting off light and increases to the triggering point where the explosive punch from deep within your core takes place.

At that moment, the worst pain you felt at the hands of this man became worth dealing with as a nuclear effect causes your mind, body, and soul to be covered by a blanket of overwhelming pleasure.

Your scream was high in desperation from succumbing to that pleasure and pain. He loved hearing it, but he had, though barely, enough sense to stay mindful that you both were still in a dorm room. He loosens his grip and shoots his hand to extend passed the back of your shoulder, reaching from behind the base of your neck and around to the side of your face, covering your mouth. He loved the feeling of collecting your pants with his palm, the heat and condensation from it all being a mark of his victory.

Prior to muffling it, the sound of your scream brought him the most happiness he’s felt in a long time. He hated that he had to cover it, but he felt grateful that he was at least able to hear and memorize it before forcing it back into your mouth through the barricade of his hand.

Your body goes limp yet continues to shake in thunderous waves all over as the high from your intense orgasm pelted you with kisses of pleasure. It gave you wings. Heeseung’s orgasm follows suit after feeling the palpations of your walls clenching and pulsating against him at a rapid rate. There was an indescribable feeling of pleasure and joy within him as he felt the filtering release of his cum seeping deep inside you, painting your walls as white as the clouds in the sky.

All his children swim inside you, dancing joyfully upon finally meeting the warmth, comfort, and protection of their mother. Sealing your lips with another tender kiss, you both remain in position at a standstill. His cock resting inside you, you’re almost certain he was still releasing his fluid, which you willingly accept and take in. You receive his kiss as you enjoy the first and unfertilized stages from the act of procreation, and you embrace the concept of motherhood even if his offspring were in their microscopic form.

“My beautiful girl…I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to worry about a thing. From now on, tell me what he’s done to you, and I’ll fix it.

Tell me you want a castle, I’ll build it.

Tell me you want the world, I’ll give it.

I’ll give everything, whether it’s my life or the sounds of the ocean, I’ll give you everything you want. It’s the least I can do, I’m so grateful.

I’m grateful to you.

I’m grateful to the love and creativity of your parents when they made you.

I’m grateful to him for giving you up.

I’m grateful to God for choosing you as his favorite. I’m grateful I get to keep you.

I’m grateful to the world, for once. I’m eternally grateful for finding you and even more so as I get to look forward an eternity with you.”

[sepublic]

            Per my last post, you think Luz ever feared and/or struggled with the accusation, direct or overheard, that people thought she was ‘not like other girls’, that Luz just wanted to be treated like the most special person in the world and was angry she was just like everyone else? And the frustration of No, I’m not demanding to be the most unique person ever, it’s not like Luz chose to be different! It’s not like she ever wanted to be! 

           And she’s not pretending she’s secretly better than everyone else, secretly better than other girls, but at the same Luz DOES feel different and ostracized, frustrated even that people don’t feel the same way or care! Luz isn’t making this up, she doesn’t have a victim complex, does she?

         But Luz isn’t socially experienced enough to put it into the right words what she needs to defend herself, to realize the difference to herself, so she wonders maybe they’re right! Maybe I am just some try-hard poser who wants to be cool, who’s just bitter she’s merely average and uninteresting! Luz thinks, maybe I am just a self-pitying nobody who should know my place, and stop acting like some sort of victimized underdog hero while everyone is else is an NPC; Someone entitled to special treatment despite doing nothing to deserve it, blaming and taking it all out on everyone else!

         When Eda gave that speech to Luz, mentioned that everyone wants to believe they’re special, but in the end you really have to work for that thing. I wonder if it really hurt for an additional reason, even if Luz appreciated and found some hope in the advice. If Luz thought those words low-key vindicated how others dismissed Luz and her struggles as her just wanting to be ‘quirky’ or whatever. And she really wants to say she’s not like that, she’s not this envious and selfish person people claim her to be, but what if Luz is? What if she is a freak and a weirdo, Luz barely knows who she is right now, much less who she wants to be!

         And it all just plays into that core desire, that fundamental wish to be understood. For people to not misinterpret Luz in bad faith, to treat her struggle as real and care enough to find out. To know that Luz’s issue isn’t from entitlement, but from a real and profound loneliness that was legitimately cast upon her by others; Luz didn’t choose to be ‘special’, all she did was embrace that to cope with being different, as everyone else decided for her! Luz just wants to be taken seriously, both her wish and her struggles, and not be downplayed, demonized even, as some kid with delusions of grandeur.

         (It’s always the people who aren’t something that are gaslit into thinking they are; While those who never meaningfully considered themselves that most certainly are, yet aren’t called out for and/or admit to themselves as being the very archetype they perpetuate, the one others hold themselves back over for fear of becoming.)

         Like sure, back in the day Luz wouldn’t have turned down being a special Chosen One either, but there was more to Luz than that, rather than this limiting, shallow stereotype; That’s not who she is, Luz just wants people to understand what she really wants and is struggling with! It’s not that Luz necessarily wants to be the coolest, most unique and special person in the world, she just… wants to belong and be told that her existence isn’t a lonely abnormality, while still having meaning! That’s all!

        So it feels so good and so right to be told; I know who you are, I recognize and see you. You’re not the freak people claim you are, nor are you the bitter and entitled brat they jeer you as. You’re not making anything up, your struggles are real and valid. You’re valid. Luz doesn’t want to be better than everyone else, just worth something, anything at all. And for so many people, in her life and in real life, she’s everything to them.

[kolsmikaelson]

Hi ! Could I request a F!Reader X Kiri where Reader is also a Navi but is completely terrified of the water from past experiences and kiri,being the awesome and supportive girlfriend I believe she is,just supporting her and trying to help her through her fear?

lover girl - kiri sully x fem!reader

a/n - hi! i love kiri so much, i’m glad this was my first avatar request <3. i hope this does what you wanted justice !

warning(s) - use of y/n, not proofread | word count - 735 | taglist

The cold winds of Pandora bite angrily at your skin as you sit perched atop a large rock watching Kiri swim through the water, enchanted by each sea animal she comes across. As much as you disliked, hated, the water you decided you’d deal with it for a few hours because of how much Kiri loves it.

Ever since finding sanctuary in the Metkayina clan, her love for the water increased tenfold, most days her brothers had a tough time getting her out of the water for anything, anything but you. All the boys had to do was mention your name once, make a comment of oh Y/N looked lonely today or Y/N missed you earlier Kiri, they were looking for you a while ago.

Oftentimes, Kiri would be up and out of the hut before you and her two younger siblings had woken up. She couldn’t get enough of the water. This morning however, she’d woken you gently and asked if you’d come with her. The two of you had not gotten much alone time since coming to the Metkayina clan. She was ecstatic when you agreed sleepily, while you were secretly dreading it hoping that she wouldn’t make you get in the water.

“Join me?” Kiri’s head pops out from underwater, catching you by surprise as you’d gotten lost in your own world. There it was, the question you’d been fearful of hearing all morning. But it was to be expected, you hadn’t told the girl of your trepidation of the water. It wasn’t that you liked keeping something like this from your mate, but you found yourself embarrassed and unable to tell her anytime you tried to. You’d only hoped to keep it secret a little while longer.

“No, Ma Kiri, I’m quite alright watching you do your thing.”

“Please,” she asks, dragging the word out, eyes pleading with you.

“I do not like the water the way you do, Kiri. So please, continue.” You hope that’s enough for her and that she will go back to whatever it was she had been doing moments ago. Unfortunately for you, she was more than persistent this morning.

“Come on Y/N, what’s the worst that could happen?” Oh how you wished she hadn’t asked that, it made your mind run a mile a minute thinking of everything that could in fact go wrong. Rationally, you knew that you were in too shallow water for anything bad to happen but you feared that if you were to get in, then Kiri would take you farther and farther out to sea.

“Kiri..” You take a deep breath, this is it you conclude, This is when I tell her, you think to yourself.

“Kiri, I am afraid of the ocean.” You start bluntly, “ I have had many… less than favorable experiences in the water. I know you didn’t know but I would prefer to stay on dry land.”

Kiri immediately jumps from the water and is by your side, she pulls you close while resting her arms around you.

“Oh Ma Y/N, if I had known..”

“No! Do not do that, Kiri. I did not bring it up for a reason, there was no way for you to have known. We have been accustomed to the forest our whole lives, there aren’t too many oceans there, is there?” Kiri laughs at your attempt to lighten the mood, her guilt fading quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was embarrassed, Eywa I was so embarrassed. I didn’t want you to think less of me. I know that’s stupid but..”

“Yes. It was stupid, Y/N. I would never think less of you for something such as this. What I would have done was offer to help you get over it. We wouldn’t do anything crazy, just starting out small and then gradually taking bigger steps. It would be just you and I, my love.”

Your heart burns with nerves that are overcome by happiness, her intentions were so pure you couldn’t help but smile.

“Maybe, someday soon, I will take you up on that, angel.”

Interlocking your fingers with hers, you bring the back of her hand to your lips and leave small kisses in your wake. Letting your hands fall into her lap you lean against her and look out into the calm waves of the sea.

Maybe the water wasn’t so bad.

taglist (bold means i cannot tag you) ; @lvtilzs @2manytabsopen @jimzk @tainted-artist4161 @boqvistsbabe @777slatina @michelledelray @i-bet-you-think-about-me-mp3 @i984 @tinafuentes @whotfatemywaffles @conniesanchor @izzy-laufeyson @swagabclearner @fallonaurr @ke1ramar1e @georgi-salva @lastwandastan @lonelywitchv2 @hopefulwitchcandy @lovelyy-moonlight @alexxavicry @hockeyboysarehot @bluesongbird @sunflowerlamb @hopexargent @liltimmyst @prettysummerbaby @fictionalho @ssprayberrythings

[cozynerdreviews]

Best Cozy Games in Steam Fest

After Love EP

RELEASE DATE: Q3 2024

DEVELOPER: Pikselnesia

PUBLISHER: Fellow Traveller

A story that will pull at your heartstrings and let you experience many different emotions at once, all while you enjoy fun, rhythm-action gameplay. If you feel like playing osu! but want something less challenging to cozy up with then After Love EP will be perfect for you.

Just… remember things might get a bit emotional, so maybe get some tissues ready, just in case.

Tiny Glade

RELEASE DATE: Q3 2024

DEVELOPER: Pounce Light

PUBLISHER: Pounce Light

Tiny Glade wants to give you as much cozy as you can physically handle! Enter a whimsical fantasy world where you can build lovely, rustic castles without worrying about the details or needing a specific plan. Just let your imagination take over… 

Take a screenshot of your beautiful creation once you are done and fantasize about all the mischief you could do if you lived in a fantasy world… at least, that’s what I like to do on my lonely Thursday afternoons.

Airborne Empire

RELEASE DATE: Q3 2024

DEVELOPER: The Wandering Band LLC

PUBLISHER: The Wandering Band , Strayfawn Publishing

Do we have any fans of strategy games amongst our readers? I know some of them can stress you out with all the mechanics, but if strategy is your cup of tea and you feel comfortable in figuring out how to create your village, town, kingdom, or empire… why not take it to the skies!?

Airborne Empire gives you exactly that, and while my mediocre skills got my hangar burned rather quickly (don’t ask), I am sure strategy fans will love this take on the genre! This strategy game felt very relaxing, even if I burned down my hangar.

Amber Isle

RELEASE DATE: TBA

DEVELOPER: Ambertail Games

PUBLISHER: Team17

Are you bored of farming cozy games and need something more… EXCITING? Or maybe you secretly dream about opening a shop with handmade goods?

Amber Isle is a wonderful little game where you gather resources, talk with both residents and visitors of Amber Isle, and build your fortune by selling your own crafts! It was so nice to get lost in making all sorts of things, learning new recipes, and selling the products of your own making.

Oh, I almost forgot the best part! DINOSAURS! Yes! You will be the very best Dinosaur, gathering resources, crafting your items and rebuilding Amber Isle!

Tavern Talk

RELEASE DATE: 20th June 2024

DEVELOPER: Troll Entertainment

PUBLISHER: Troll Entertainment

Tavern Talk is your comfy fantasy novel in the form of a little game where you’re the innkeeper making fancy drinks and planning out quests in between listening to the stories of travelers who visit your establishment. 

The game has all the necessary vibes to make you feel like you’re in the middle of a D&D session – though, rather during the roleplay session while the party rests at the tavern than during action-packed fights. Which makes it perfect for your lazy evenings.

Angela de Frost (Writer) Lucine Zhang (Editor)

[immoralimmortals]

I really love that u include things about Takaras life here in our world and well it got me thinking how the heck would the akatsuki survive school in ur perspective, it can be anything really, u can even include Takara. I REALLY love her as a character

I need to be honest with you, and I'll try to put this in the most lighthearted way possible: I fucking hated school. Absolute nightmare, 0/10 would not do again. Makes my pulse race just thinking about it. I learn about socially uncomfortable things for fun and to this day nothing makes me stand up and leave the room faster than a scene where you can smell the school bullying around the corner. The concept of "school" in media is my white whale, my blight, my curse, my ultimate challenge, and it does NOT matter how trivial and comedic the actual scene is.

So my view of school is, perhaps, skewed compared to how other people think about it.

That being said, I'm going to do my best to shove all that into the locker now that this exposition is out of the way. Let's talk about fun school AU ideas!

The "Akatsuki" is a group of kids, let's think maybe towards the younger side, elementary school. They have little in common besides how one at a time, they all become outcasts and join in as a result.

The original Akatsuki are, of course, Nagato, Konan, and Yahiko, who along with being friends, became dedicated to an idea of justice and fairness. Yahiko moved to another school, which fundamentally changed the vibe. Nagato and Konan, though still great friends, are both inherently very quiet and introverted, Yahiko being the one that spoke for them all; Nagato promised himself he'd learn how to be a good leader like Yahiko was.

Obito, deeply lonely having just moved *in* to the school, begins to hang around, inserting himself more and more, giving his opinions and creating "plans" with them, such as where they should build their new base. Zetsu joins much the same way, merely being around, but seems more like he's watching than participating.

Hidan is a homeschooled kid that has a fence bordering on the playground of the school. He peeks his head over the top and asks the nerds what they're doing, climbing over the barrier and sticking his nose in their business before they can say no.

Kisame and Itachi are already friends, best friends actually. Other kids told them it's weird for two boys so different to be so close, and after getting in one too many fights are sequestered on the side of the playground where their opponents are not. Itachi takes interest in the group, so Kisame is along for the ride.

Kakuzu is the kid that legitimately has anger management issues. He's a very bright kid but typically is not allowed to be with others his age unsupervised, as his temper is heavy and always feels justified. He's brought under the watchful eye of teacher assistants to the playground, so that he can implement his social strategies for better behavior, and for god knows what reason attached to the group of outcasts. Honestly, for the best.

Deidara forcibly joins in because he thinks he can make them into what is, more or less, his personal fan club, being one of the two "art kids" with recognized and praised talent. Upon getting the cold shoulder, he sticks around, thinking it as a challenge. Secretly, however, he has no close friends; that's why he stays.

Sasori is in a similar way as Kakuzu, but in a manner less socially obtrusive. He's quiet, with a near constant steeled expression (see: autistic) and a great level of detail. It's less that he joins and more that the Akatsuki begin to merge around him, little by little, as the intrigue about a supposedly genius boy who doesn't talk to anyone but adults greatens.

The adventure begins when after this group is together and established, they find a lost girl in the woods behind the playground, scraped up and crying. She's so shy she can't stop shaking, not enough to say her name, so they call her Takara. Little by little, as she begins to be able to talk, she does not object to this being her name. She is regularly seen being held by the hand and looking down at her shoes. She "got lost" walking from the school to the playground-- hence her being in the woods-- and is constantly worried about being lost again and left behind. She doesn't say much, but she's always included. She is a student that is transitioning from private parochial school to public school.

[dndeceit]

Fander Fic Rec Friday (#9)

(Crossovers and Fandom Fusions)

In the Frostweald Forest by LeFay_Strent Fantasy/Critical Role AU (Gen) Rating: T Running from a bad situation at home, Patton takes a risk and disappears into the cursed, wintery woods of the Frostweald Forest. His otherwise lonely struggles in the remote wilderness are brightened somewhat by his only neighbor: an unusual spider-like creature also inhabiting the woods. Notes: Set in Tal'Dorei, from Critical Role's primary setting of Exandria. And I'm a fan of both CritRole and D&D, sure, but I love, love, love a survival story, and this has a lot of that. And the shyly developing friendship between Patton and Virgil is so sweet in this.

growing up, and other lies told to children by arealsword Matilda AU (Gen, Moceit-ish) Rating: T Janus doesn't know what to make of the strange, serious boy that keeps visiting his bookmobile. The best he can do for Logan is keep offering books, advice, and the ear of an adult that doesn't entirely suck. Notes: Matilda AU where Janus is a rogue librarian with Trauma, Patton is a teacher struggling under the shadow of his terrifying aunt (also with Trauma), and Logan, apparently, has psychic powers.

Eye, Me, Myself by arealsword Canonverse/The Magnus Archives (Gen, Jon/Martin) Rating: T A very uncomfortable interview with a(some) very uncomfortable person(people) during a very uncomfortable time(the apocalypse). Note: Confession - I have never listened to The Magnus Archives, but I still found this one captivating. Also, everyone is having the worst time.

Windows and Daemons by alicat54c Canonverse/His Dark Materials (Gen) Rating: G Thomas finds himself transported to the His Dark Materials universe, and what happens to his sides may shock you! Notes: I love daemon AUs in general, but the dimension travel element of "oops, daemons are a thing now, apparently" makes this very fun and different.

Song and a Spark by alicat54c Canonverse/Girl Genius (Gen) Rating: G Thomas should not have Touched The Thing in his father's shed. Now he and his sides are stuck in the Mad Science Dimension doing Mad Science Things. Notes: I love the webcomic Girl Genius, and this is such a weird and wonderful crossover with it. (Also, not enough fics reference Thomas's chemical engineering background? In my opinion?)

voices in my head by world_wanderer Canonverse/Be More Chill (Gen) Rating: T The sides suddenly find themselves dealing with an invader in the Mindscape. Can they save themselves and Thomas from the influence of the SQUIP? Notes: Have not seen Be More Chill either, but I didn't let that stop me. Not a lot of canonverse fics place the sides against forces from outside Thomas's mind. It makes for a very interesting story.

The Worst Part by TheAsexualofSpades Merlin AU (Anxceit) Rating: T Janus is the prince of a kingdom where magic is punishable by death. Virgil, his manservant and confidante, is also secretly a sorcerer. Notes: Merlin's another fandom I only really know in broad strokes, but the Anxceit here is good. It really hits the right notes, imo, of personalities constantly, loudly clashing while also, more quietly, being willing to fight the world for each other.

In Memoriam by Acantha_Echo Canonverse (Gen) Rating: G Roman comes back from the Imagination with no memory of his identity or the other sides. The others embark on a quest back into the Imagination to find out why. Notes: Not technically a crossover or a fusion, the sides take a stroll through a version of Narnia in Thomas's imagination, trying to figure out what happened to cause Roman's amnesia.

The Cat, The Prince, and The Doorway to Imagination by Karalora Canonverse (Gen) Rating: T After Putting Others First, Roman tries to reorient himself by inviting the others along on a nostalgic adventure in a beloved work of fiction, but for some reason the Imagination seems determined to cast him in a much less heroic role than he would like... Notes: A similar premise and themes to In Memoriam, but it approaches them very differently. WIPs

Infinite Respawns: Stories About Those Who Have Been Chosen by Genderqueerglacier Minecraft AU (Gen) Rating: M Some people are blessed—though others would say cursed—to revive after every death. Some of these so called adventurers go on to attempt great things, others bring nothing but misery, and still others are just trying to get by. Notes: This is such a creative in-universe interpretation of players respawning. I love stories that work game mechanics into the story in interesting ways like this, and the idea that the player characters are literally, fundamentally different from NPCs within the world they live in opens a lot of interesting doors. Warnings: Sad. Very sad. They all die a lot, and not all of them are entirely happy to keep coming back. Waves by LumaCrossing Canonverse(?)/YouTube RPF/Egos (Gen) Rating: T The fictional characters created by various YouTube personalities are suddenly appearing in real life (some possessed of unusual powers that shouldn't be possible). Now all of them are trying to find their way home in one way or another. Notes: I haven't delved into the Egos stuff very much (mostly because I wouldn't know where to even begin), but this is still a very enjoyable story without that knowledge. Though there's one twist that I wish I'd seen coming, that had me going back chapters to reread wondering if there was something I'd missed...

[pixelmensupremacy]

HOLY SHIT.

I just read your writing about Platonic Chris Redfield with Childhood Friend F!Y/n and my heart fucking cried in happiness. I sincerely think that Chris and Leon need a good hug. Like a supportive and loving hug.

Then it hit me. What about...Platonic Chris AND Leon with a Childhood Friend F!Y/n ?

I just have so many brainrots for them in how would they spend time separately with Y/n.

Y/n is being the one that brings warm and well-made coffee to Chris when he is late working with paperwork then just entire time keeps him company so that he would be alone, then when he sometimes naps - Y/n would always leave a little note like "You are the best friend and leader in the world" .

Also Y/n being the one that helps Leon to feel less stressed by always listening to whatever he say and brings him hand-made gifts that always has note like "Thank you for being in this world" or "You worth much more than you think".

I just– I really think they need a friend that would just be there with them after all they went through.

I am really sorry if this is too specific.

Have a great day anyway!

A/N: Okay, but this request is so sweet. And yes I 100% agree with you Nonny! The boys deserve tons of love.

Chris Redfield

🔆 Chris' and (Y/N)'s energies balance out

🔆 (Y/N), being the more fun and easygoing, never failed to break through his hard exterior

🔆 Still, being in his nature and the aftermath of years of traumatic experiences, Chris isn't very vocal about his emotions

🔆 Though that's not a problem for (Y/N), for they know him better than he does himself

🔆 He feels rough after a mission gone wrong? (Y/N) will give him the space he needs and comfort him, when he feels ready to talk about it

🔆 He struggles with paperwork? (Y/N) is already on the way with two mugs of coffee and jokes to brighten up the mood

His eyelids got heavier with every passing second, getting him dangerously close to a state of somnolence, but much to Chris' dismay the paperwork wasn't getting itself done. A deep sigh escaped his lungs; just when he thought he was going to spend yet another lonely night at the desolate office a knock came from the door.

Opening the door was (Y/N), the familiar scent of coffee tingled his nose; a tired smile appeared on his face.

"Your clairvoyant powers are only getting stronger." He joked; giggling at his cheesy comment, (Y/N) almost missed the dim shimmer that appeared in hooded eyes.

"It's basic deduction. I heard snores coming from your office, so I guessed you could use a cup of coffee and some company too." They smiled at him as they handed him the warm mug.

"Of course." He took it, not able to refuse such an offer.

🔆 In instances when they would walk in on him snoring above his keyboard, (Y/N) would leave him a short note and place a blanket atop his shoulders that they bought specially for him

🔆 Claire and (Y/N) are Chris' number one caregivers and supporters even if he likes to believe it's the other way around

🔆 (Y/N) is the type of friend that would accept him in their home at ungodly hours of the night just so they would comfort him when he needs it most

🔆 Chris has a key to (Y/N)'s house and so do they

🔆 Chris is just as willing to accept his friend in his home at any time under all and any circumstances

🔆 Secretly, he is the best cuddler (Y/N) has met in their entire life

🔆 Unfortunately for them, cuddles occur rarely, but that made it so much more meaningful when it happened

"(Y/N)..." His deep voice anchored their attention away from the movie the two of them were watching.

"Yeah?" They urged him to go on, whilst their eyes were still glued to the screen, watching in anticipation for how the movie was going to end.

"I-" He began, but then paused as if he searched for the right words to say "I just want to thank you. For always being by my side."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise, a pleasant one nonetheless. They rose from the comfortable spot they had found on his side to look at him; a soft smile curled the corners of their lips.

"Who are you and where's my Chris?" They jokingly hit his arm, causing him to shy away from them.

"I'm just kidding." (Y/N) wrapped their hands around his upper arm, bringing them closer to him. "I am just as grateful to have you. I can't imagine life without you Chrissy bear." They playfully mocked, causing him to let out a chuckle.

"I thought we talked about this nickname." He shot them with a questioning gaze.

"You better get used to it because I'm not gonna get tired of it any time soon. But seriously, I'm glad to have a friend like you." They wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Chris reciprocated and hugged them back. The warmth and comfort of the hug was a sensation he didn't realize he was missing, but now that he had it, he wanted to cherish it for as long as it lasted.

Leon Kennedy

Alexa play best friend by Saweetie feat Doja Cat

🔆 (Y/N) and Leon have the chaotic duo energy that's unstoppable

🔆 (Y/N) is the friend that always hypes him up when he feels his lowest

🔆 (Y/N) is the sober friend that always makes sure to get him home safe and sound

🔆 They are patient with him and listens to all of his drunken rants and comfort him when he gets gushy

🔆 They always leave him a glass of water and aspirin

🔆 They are his unpaid motivational speaker

(Y/N) let out a sigh of disappointment, their hands rested on their waist- they didn't have the energy to have this conversation yet again.

"Dear, how many times do I need to tell you this? You. Deserve. Better!" They clapped their hands after every word, emphasizing each one of them. Leon stood silently on the table; his head hidden in his hands.

"I just thought maybe this time it would've been different." His voice was quiet akin to a child, trying to calm their parent after they messed up- big time.

"Leon, she's not going to change, you realize that? She just likes to toy with you, it's like you're her puppet. Look" They sat across him, their hand taking his "you are a good guy and you deserve to be happy. As much as I don't want to say it well, nothing's going to come out of this."

"You did want to say it." He gave them a puzzled look.

"Yeah, maybe I did, but that's not the point. What I'm saying is that she has no idea what she is missing out on."

🔆 More often than not, Leon experiences stress

🔆 Especially after he returns home from yet another life-threatening mission

🔆(Y/N) always tries their best to distract him from the burden of his line of work

🔆 Most of the times, they succeed

🔆 When awful jokes don't do the job, (Y/N) takes things more seriously

🔆 Spending time with him just bragging about life is enough to make Leon feel better

🔆 But (Y/N) likes to take things further, gifting him things they are sure he will like and can't refuse

Rubbing his eyes open, Leon realized he had fallen asleep on the couch. Looking around the living room, he noticed (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. The coffee table next to him was clean of the boxes of Chinese takeaway, and instead there was an envelope, neatly tied with a ribbon.

Squinting his eyes in puzzlement, he opened it only to see a ticket. Along with it was a letter. His eyes widened.

'The world won't end if you take a break. You can't help anyone if you don't help yourself. You need to relax your mind for once and you need to get it in that pretty head of yours that you are worthy and loved. And I want to prove it you.

So, you better not be late for your flight. See you in Bali.'

Leon shook his head in disbelief; he knew there was no way of talking (Y/N) out of this. With a heavy sigh and a discreet smile, he got up- he had five hours until the flight.

[wastemanjohn]

happy deanjohn friday!! does JOHN know about dean and bobby and how do you want him to find out?

happy deanjohn friday to you also (or Saturday now!) ❤ and thanks for the ask this is so spicy!!

maybe a less spicy answer though: i actually think that john would never ever find out. i don't even think he would ever suspect - kind of similar to what's been brought up about bobby suspecting johndean, i think that works both ways - if john notices anything slightly strange in their interactions his first thought is not going to be "well they're obviously bumping uglies" - he'd find other, way less extreme explanations before he landed there. it's uncomfortable as fuck to think about, but bobby has also been a parental figure in dean's life - someone john has trusted, which, no matter how sour his and bobby's relationship obviously got later, trusting bobby to take care of his kids would have been a huge deal for someone as paranoid as john. so later in life, when dean is an adult, it would just not occur to him that deanbobby could ever be the case. plus i'm also not sure how tuned in john is to other people to even notice much about them anyway! he's quite self absorbed. that no doubt extends to dean.

and dean - i don't see dean keeping, or being able to keep, many secrets from john. but there's no way he's ever telling john about this. he well knows that bobby wouldn't be long for this world if he ever did. and if we're talking background johndean - then dean also knows that for john to find out would be very bad for him. no one wants their husband to know that they're secretly banging their best friend, right? i think i see bobby as an escape from john, that bobby can maybe give him things that john can't. consistency. appreciation. undivided attention - a lonely old man like bobby is not going to take a pretty young thing in his bed for granted, and he isn't going to take dean for granted generally. dean may not even be conscious that this is what it's about for him - and he may feel very conflicted and guilty about it. but it's all the more reason for john to never know - because it would be admitting to both john and to himself that john isn't willing or able to give him what he needs. that would be so painful for dean to confront i think. john too, probably - he does not great things and behaves in not great ways. but i think he at least feels a lot of guilt about them.

bobby, obviously, is not going to let on. to protect dean and to protect himself. he too knows that john would kill him and probably not just metaphorically lol. i think bobby would be super conflicted and confused about the whole thing as it is - for maybe obvious reasons - but that's another post.

but yeah- ultimately i see deanbobby as something that happens in a great amount of secrecy. i don't know about anyone else but to me dean and bobby having a sexual relationship feels way more taboo than john and dean having one - which is crazy, but biological or not, i can't see bobby as anything other than dean's dad. i actually always felt low key squicked about shipping them until some very indepth and convincing conversations with @vintagedean recently. i know bobby also has his own not-small flaws and not everyone is as up his arse as i am lol - but anyway, to me that taboo is definitely reflected in any relationship they have. they aren't talking about it or acknowledging it unless it's happening. they're not being lax about hiding it from sam, they really don't want him to know either. it only ever happens in bobby's house, and only when no one else is around. it's something they'll both probably take to their grave.

so how would i want john to find out? i don't think i do. for me personally the secrecy/shame/extramarital affair angle is a huge part of the appeal of this ship. though i'm sure it would cause dean a lot of anxiety - getting back into bed with john after a solo hunt, knowing full well he took a detour on the way back, still a little sore and dazed from bobby - but he knows, deep down, that john isn't going to notice. he doesn't seem to notice much at all.

[obey-me-headquarters]

Thank you so much for replying to my silly thoughts!! Beware, this will be so long...:(🤡

Satan is my favourite so I'm definitely biased because I strongly sympathize with him, but yeah, his writing is pretty much a failure, especially after Solmare decided to revise the earlier lessons and eradicate certain character traits. You can still see it in his dialogues (home screen+interactions+unedited Devilgrams) - he's extremely snarky, playful and something is deeply wrong with him because he seems lonely (he says "You're late. I was about to go out looking for you." when returning to the home screen and "How bold of you. Are you sure you want to be stuck with me?" is his reaction to being gifted the limited item [handcuffs] on Valentine's Day, for example). He secretly gets a kick out of people being angry and is implicitly interested in having Simeon, who is a high-ranking angel, indulge in his sin ("Wouldn't you be curious to see what Simeon's like when he's angry?"). Plus, I think he's also deeply ashamed of his "circumstances" ("Do you ever sometimes wonder if Mammon is the most decent of all of us?") and thus very much eager to prove himself at every given chance (the incident with being transformed into a Little D, admitting that he's never beaten Diavolo at chess [and yet still trying] and he confesses that he think that he hasn't found a talent or passion so far [Devilgram: Be You] . Nowadays, he's just a cat-loving bookworm whose said to be smart but...never actually utilises it :( Everything is about cats and he's being treated like comic relief and cats are just his punchline.

I think the Nightbringer writing is pretty well-done, too, especially because they know what kind of success they'll reap (the original storyline was pretty obviously supposed to be done after lesson 20 with maybe individual routes beginning, but the game became too big too fast imo). I just hope that Nightbringer will introduce Lilith's alternative storyline to us, because logically, she should be alive in the human world since she "lived a fulfilling life as a human" after Diavolo saved her because Lucifer pledged his eternal loyalty to him. That's all I want tbh!! 🥹 I'm just so bitter that they're discontinuing support for the original game (meaning that there won't be any new lessons coming out and that the anticipated adjustments of difficulty in later lessons would be cancelled) but the pay2win aspect of gacha games will still be a vital mechanic, somehow??? They're not stopping VIP memberships or implementing some kind of progress transfer, but expect players to put up with the same micromanagement again...just in a game that is supposed to be "a continuation" but so far mirrors the first game too much to be truly innovative. I'm a 100% free to play player, I don't care about predatory gambling mechanics in the end because I'm not responsive to them in any way (I have other problems 💀🪦), but I know that many people just get sucked into these things without a way out. They're whale players and that's how these companies make money (and honestly... I fear that Solmare is slowly morphing into EA Sports or something 🤡). Plus, (this is just anecdotal and the devs aren't personally preying on people like that) the people most at risk of running into a »non-gambling« gambling addiction are cluster b disordered peolple who are already isolated... the comorbidity rates are abnormally high in those cases (I recommend Parmar's 2018 study [Indian Journal of Psychological medicine], they look at all personality disorders across the board and break them down by type of addiction, then rank them by rates of risk)

I don't blame them either and indulgence in food it's less of a red flag than depicting uncontrollable, chronic and incurable alcoholism but sigh you put it into words! Beel lacks secondary characteristics and there's no clear way of defining him. Most of the time, he doesn't even converse all that much because he's pretty quiet among the entire cast. And I agree, I loved Beel's character arc and just how devoted he is to his family. He's blooming with love and care for his brothers 🥺 and I think that's so sweet, plus the insight given when Solmare explored just how guilt-ridden he is was beautiful (and so painful rip). His vices seem to hold a death grip on him and that's just never given another thought.

If I could change a thing, I would have intentionally given each of the brothers a redeeming quality from the get-go and having it clash with their sin - Maybe divide the corresponding Seven Heavenly Virtues among them and have them struggle with it (Mammon seems to be written that way??? He practices charity and sacrifices himself but doesn't want others to know it [see the Devilgram in which he reveals why the witches abuse and exploit him, I sadly forgot the name rip]), but I agree that Beel's particular kindness should have stood out way more. He shines so brightly compared to the others when it comes to sincerity and I think you'd be spot-on with your take on the brothers' jealousy! Canon Asmo still wants to preserve the image of the Jewel of the Heavens and tries to be angelic and beautiful all the time. Satan is the only pureblooded demon in the house, I think that's what already gives him identity issues - an angelic Beel is just the cherry on top. And, ironically, the opposite of Belphie, who looks sweet and harmless but is so bitter and manipulative.

I think Lucifer's in an awkward spot with everybody, kind of. They are all aware that they love each other, but everyone thinks that Lucifer is the scariest person in the world. They're terrified of him 💀 when facing their respective fears (I can't remember which lesson or event maybe (??) :((( sorry), Mammon sees an enraged Lucifer and Satan sees Angel Lucifer... that's telling 🤡

Tbh Nightbringer Lucifer should exude Icarus energy - I've never thought about it but you're absolutely right.

Sorry I didn't comment on everything, but you've given me so much to bounce off of its incredible. Your ramblings>>>>>>

And, again, sorry for the spam and for this long long long long ask omg I'm so sorry (especially the Satan bit but I'm passionate about my boy)

!!! No problem! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me! :D I really like talking about my guys, and potential stories!!

Ah, Satan, I love him but I can definitely see the flaws in his writing.

I'm kinda..... weird well it comes to stories. If given the choice between consuming a well written perfect story, and a story that has so much potential but didn't stick the landing, I will always choose the story that didn't stick the landing.

Which is crazy! I know! But I noticed that stories that have potential stick with me a lotttttt longer than ones I have nothing to change. I think it's because people are creative, they like thinking about what they want in a story, and so when you give them potential they want to mend that potential into a story they like.

All this to say, I'm surprisingly not salty about the bad writing decisions in Obey Me lol. Solmare is giving little hints of characterization they wouldn't follow through on, and I take those crumbs and make my own story with it lol.

I completely forgot about Lilith's alternative storyline! Omg, yeah Lilith is still alive!!! Gosh, I really really hope they do something with that.

I'm kinda torn on whether I want Lilith to become apart of the family again, since I liked the acceptance of grief that took place in the original game. I don't think Solmare should undo that by having her reunite with her brothers and everything being fine. But I do hope that Solmare does something with that storyline.

I'm upset that there isn't going to be a continuing story in the original game too 😔 though I do wonder if that's going to remain the case. I mean, I don't think Solmare is going to discontinue the game, seeing as players kinda need to play it to get Nightbringer. I'm crossing my fingers here, but I hope that Solmare eventually does something with the original game. They say there are still going to be events, so I hope that the events are longer. I know a lot of people liked a lot of the events, the pirate one, for example. So it'll be interesting if the original game focused on those, expanding the worlds they already created.

Having the difficulty adjusted for these longer events would fall in line with their plans to change the difficulty for the main game. Plus, it could still be paid to win since events still make quite a lot of money, with new cards and everything.

They could even, fingers crossed they don't but they COULD is the scary part, introduce a new currency for these longer events that open up an alternative route. Kinda like what they already have with the event keys but more predatory.... (A lot of gacha games already do this, the Arcana comes to mind)

!!! I've been meaning to talk about the Seven Heavenly Virtues!! I know that if I would ever do something with the 7 Sins, having the 7 Virtues be an aspect was always the plan lol.

Though, in my mind, it'll be interesting if these Virtues are their own characters, and each Sin and Virtue has their own unique relationship. Do they absolutely hate each other? Do they have a weird friendship? Do they want to murder each other? A dredging respect for the other? Madly in love?

Giving each brother a redeeming quality relating to a virtue sounds really interesting! And I didn't even notice that they kinda already did that with Mammon!

Having an angelic Beel with a strong sense of right and wrong is angsty, but it can also be played for comedy. Satan coming up with a scheme to hurt some demons and Beel is like ":( but that's wrong tho." And Satan is like "you're absolutely right, little brother, I don't know what I was thinking." And gently pushing him outside of the room. Once gone Satan turns back to everyone and is like "so they we get a buzz saw and-"

Morally upstanding Beel could also have a really interesting relationship with Simeon. I kinda feel like Lucifer is the only one allowed to have interesting relationships with the other characters outside of his family. His loyalty to Diavolo, his dislike of Solomon and his constant asking for a pact, and his complicated relationship with Simeon. He and Simeon could butt heads a lot, with Simeon believing that Beel can still be saved, and thinking that the only reason Beel is stuck in the Devildom is because of his loyalty to Lucifer. Luke could also believe this, and try to help Beel overcome his sin (while also accidentally causing Beel to hurt himself by starving himself) to try and make Beel into an angel again.

Idk, there's nothing in game to suggest this, but I just think it'll be interesting for Simeon and Beel to have a more strained relationship. It adds layers to Simeon's relationship with Lucifer, and Beel's relationship with Lucifer.

Maybe in the Celestial realm, the two of them were always butting heads on how to handle things. Simeon could be passive-aggressive toward Beel, believing that he was always meant to fall because of his bad decisions in the Celestial Realm, while still seeing that he's the most angelic of all the brothers, and thus can still possibly be "saved".

Give me Beel getting mad at Simeon for choosing goodness over his family. Give him loyal Beel who has a golden heart, but will walk with his family into Hell because he will never abandon them! Give me the two of them arguing over what's more important, morality, or family?

Lucifer giving Icarus energy is such a good idea! Give me Lucifer trying his best and still failing. Give me my fail husband Luci <3

Don't worry about not commenting on anything! I'm pretty sure tumblr has a word limit on how long a comment can be anyway, and all you can tell, we both like to ramble lol.

Don't apologize for long ramblings!! I love to hear them and bounce off of them!

I'm happy with getting new asks, if you want we can dm and ramble about this? It just might be quicker than asks lol. If you have a Tumblr account, that is, no sweat if if you don't! Like I said, i like getting your asks!