#and it's driving me crazy for some reason

[dcxdpdabbles]

Hi! I want to start off by saying that I absolutely ADORE your stories!! ❤️💖💖😁😁😁😁💖💖❤️ And I also really hope you make a series out of the de-aged Captain Marvel au! The potential cuteness and absolute chaos is great!

Tim Drake no longer owned Drake Manor.

When his mother died, it had fallen out of his family's assets as his father had been less than prepared to run the company. When he woke that was.

At the time, Tim had been struggling with the loss and the craziness life had become. Moving to the penthouse was a necessary evil because otherwise, Bruce would have noticed that his "uncle" wasn't around as much. He hadn't really missed the manor, but it was a comfrot to see it there, unchaning since his family fell apart.

He always told himself he would repurchase it, making a mental note whenever he was at Wayne Manor, but he never did for one reason or another. The building remained on the market, but it was considered bad luck among the elites to purchase ancestral homes and the regular populance could never afford it.

Tim would sometimes glance at the manor while driving his motorbike to visit the Waynes. Occasionally, he would stop at the gate, staring at the building and reminiscing.

It would help clear his head on some dark nights. He silently promised himself that when he retired from the field, he would come back home and maybe raise his own family here. It was likely a lie because he couldn't imagine a life without being a vigilante, but it was a nice thought anyway.

He did that today, going for a drive to clear his head and aiming to stop in front of his old home to climb over the fence and sit under the same tree when he realized with a start that the yard had been cleaned up and a group of people were moving items into the building. Yanking out his phone, Tim did a quick search, feeling all the blood drain from his face when the listing now read: SOLD

An overwhelming sense of numbness erupted from his chest as he looked back up, watching the moving crew go to and fro with the belonging of the new owners.

Someone had bought his childhood home. Tim had allowed it to slip through his fingers.

He doesn't have time to process that before a child's laughter has him swinging his head to the top of the gate pillars. There, a boy with bright blue eyes is watching him, eating a giant swirl lollipop.

Tim's heart launches when he realizes how close the child is to tilting over as he yells "Hi mister!"

"Hey there." Tim says as calmly as he can speak."Are you okay up there? You can fall."

"I'm fine. It's really easy to climb up here."

Tim knows. He used the same method to follow Bruce and Jason as a kid. Still, it doesn't make it safe so he steps closer, just incase he needs to catch the kid. It helps, having this distraction from the ache of his mistake in not rebuying Drake Manor.

He ignores the empty sign that the child is leaning against, the faded outline of his family name showing where they removed the metal shapes. He can't handle that right now.

"If you're sure. My name is Tim by the way. What's yours?"

"I'm Billy! I'm five years old! " the boy answers, holding up his hand with a cheer. He gives his lollipop two licks before he gestures at Tim with it."Why are you standing in front of my house?"

"I just.....got curious. You have a pretty house." Tim says as evenly as he can.

"It's super pretty inside, too! My Dad bought it for my Mom and Papa," the boy cheerfully tells him. We move next to my uncle because my Dad says we have to stay close to family."

Wait.

"Bruce Wayne is your uncle?" Tim asks, and the boy nods rapidly. He even points down the street to where Wayne Manor can be viewed from a far distance- neighbors, they may be- the two properties were very vast. "He lives over there with my cousins."

Cousins.

"Oh" Tim hears himself say "That would be me."

Billy eyes sparkle "You're a Wayne?"

"Yes, Tim Drake-Wayne."

"I'm Billy Phantom! Heir to throne!" Billy shouts leaping off the pillar cuasing Tim to launch forward with his arms streach out ready to catch. He hits the ground with a oof but a lack of weight in his hands says he failed to caught Billy.

Not that it mattered as Billy floated in the air harmlessly. Tim glances at the workers to see if anyone has noticed that the boy is apparently a meta, but they don't even look over. Maybe the information was disclosed upon hiring?

"Are you Robin?" Billy says in his face, flouting upside down and staring into Tim's round eyes. He still lays in a heap on the floor, position for a catch and it must make quite a sight to any onlooker. "You look to big to be that one."

Before Tim could even think of an excuse, multicolored rose petals started to fall around them in a dazzling down. It appeared like foral confiti falling from the heavens. Billy flips around to see a pale, beautiful woman dressed in a gothic attire walking toward them.

Behind her, plant life blossoms into a wonderful sight. "Mom!"

"Billy, what did we say about Uncle Bruce's secret?" The lady says, voice musical to the ear.

"But Mom! Only the ghosts are around!" Billy whines, pointing at the moving crew further down the driveway, who have yet to pay attention to them. They didn't care that a goth version of Posion Ivy had strutted by.

"That's no excuse. What would your auntie Jazz say?"

"She says I was not being trustworthy with secrets and other peoples' feelings. I'm sorry." Billy slumps, flouting down to pout on the ground.

"Exactly. Hello Timothy," the woman continues, turning her purple eyes towards the down boy.It's lovely to have family over. "I'm Sam, goddess of the Green. Bruce recommended this place to us. We are excited for the next ten year vacation"

Bruce has a lot to tell him, more then just selling his family house without letting Tim know.

[faithshouseofchaos]

Checo taking on you the frustration of the race result, in front of the mirror doggy style meandom!checo

“Fucking Baku” — Checo Perez x reader

Warnings — smut mean!dom!checo p in v unprotected sex doggy style mirror sex degradation + some praise slight pain kink and fear kink humiliation kink? Checo also calls reader a good girl,toy and outlet… so hint of free use name calling and objectification probably some other things to I can’t remember.

You can also pin point the exact moment I got bold and said fuck it.

Word count 3.3k

@selfishpresley

Your smile dropped as you and everyone watched as Checo, your husband, and Carlos collided on the second to last lap of the Baku Grand Prix. “Holy shit,” you said out loud as you listened to the angry radio message that came from Checo. Checo has had a bad season for racing and today was somewhat of a redemption day for him all up until the crash.

Checo arrived home, a look of anger on his face, slamming the door behind him and throwing his bag on the ground. He knew you’d be waiting for him and he made his way over to you. “That race was going so well. Why? Why did he have to ruin it for me?”

“It was an accident, Checo,” you said, attempting to calm him down, but he just wouldn’t budge. “I know it was, but still... It's so damn frustrating. He ruined everything.”

He leaned against the kitchen counter, his hands gripping the edges tightly as he continued to rant. “I was doing so well and I was so close to getting onto that podium again. But then he had to go and screw it up.”

You approached him, placing your hands on his chest in an attempt to soothe him, but he shrugged you off. “I just wanted a good race. Just one good damned race, but it didn’t happen. It never does.”

Frustration was seeping through his voice as he ran a hand through his hair, the stress getting to him. “I work so hard, but nothing ever goes my way. I’m stuck in this constant cycle of disappointment and it’s driving me crazy.”

You understood his feelings, you did; the long hours spent training, the sacrifices he made to achieve success, only for it to slip through his fingers time and time again. “I know it’s hard, but you can’t let it get to you like this,” you said gently, trying to reason with him.

“Is there anything u can do to help?” You asked.

He let out a heavy sigh before answering, “I don’t know, maybe I just need to hit the gym, blow off some steam. Or I could just go for a drive…” Then, a cheeky look appeared on his face. “Or there is another way you could help me relax…”

His words were laced with a hint of suggestion and a devilish smirk played on his lips. He pushed himself away from the counter and sauntered closer to you, closing the distance between you two.

His hand came up to caress your cheek, his gaze intense and filled with a mix of frustration and desire. “You’re always so good at helping me forget, you know that?” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

He stepped closer, his chest nearly touching yours as he continued to speak. “And I’ve been really stressed lately... maybe you could... help me relax,” he whispered, his eyes darkening with a smoldering look.

Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to lean in, his hot breath on your skin sending a shiver down your spine. He was so close, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tension in the room electric. He leaned down, his lips just barely brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I’m sure you know exactly what I need right now…”

Then, he pulled back, his eyes meeting yours as he waited for your response, his hands resting on your hips. “Oh yes, I have a few ideas…” you replied, your voice laced with a sultry tone.

He grinned, clearly pleased with your response. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He leaned down again, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, and you melted into him. The kiss was intense, filled with pent-up frustration and desire. He pulled you flush against him, his hands roaming your body as he deepened the kiss.

He spun you around, pressing you back against the counter, his body flush against yours, the hardness of his muscles against your softness. His lips left your mouth, trailing hotly down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bite marks in their wake. You gasped, arching into him as his hands reached the hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it over your head.

His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of you, his gaze filled with hunger. “You’re so damned beautiful,” he breathed, his hands sliding up your sides, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. He leaned back in, kissing and biting at your neck, his mouth moving down your collarbone and along your chest. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, needing to feel more of him.

He shifted position slightly, his thigh sliding between your legs, pressing against you, the pressure sending a wave of pleasure through you. A shiver ran down your spine, your fingers threaded into his hair as you let out a soft moan.

He chuckled against your skin, his lips curving into a smirk. “Mmm, I love the sounds you make for me,” he said, nipping at your earlobe. “I think I could make you make even better noises though…”

His hands slid down your body, stopping at the waistband of your pants, his fingers brushing against your skin, teasing you. “Let’s see if I’m right, shall we?” he said, his voice dripping with desire.

You let out a soft gasp as he slowly pulls your pants down, his fingers tracing the lines of your underwear. He pauses for a moment, his breath hot against your skin, before he slips his hand inside your panties, his fingers brushing against your wet folds. "Fuck, you're so wet already,"

He looked up at you, the look on his face was filled with pure hunger. “You know, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said, his fingers tracing over the fabric of your underwear. “I’ve been imagining all of the things I’ve been wanting to do to you…”

Your breath hitches as he slowly slides your underwear off, baring you to his gaze. "Spread your legs for me, beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. You comply, parting your thighs as he settles between them, his warm breath on your most intimate area.

A whimper escaped your lips, and you pressed yourself against him, needing more. “Checo,” you gasped, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders. “Please... don’t tease me like this.”

“I’ll do what I want you're not in charge here and you should remember that” Checo responded standing up changing his mind at the last second. Your breath hitched in your throat as he stood up, the commanding tone in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You swallowed hard, your heart racing. You knew he was right; you weren’t in charge here, and he was clearly in control.

“Y-Yes, Checo,” you managed to stutter out, a mix of fear and excitement in your voice. A smirk appeared on his face as he saw the effect his words had on you. “Good girl,” he said, his hand gripping your chin and tilting it up to meet his eyes. “You’re going to do everything I say, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and arousal. “Yes,” you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. “Anything you want, I’ll do anything.”

A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes, a look of satisfaction on his face. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

He leaned in, his lips moving to your ear, his voice low and husky. “Now, be a good girl and get on the bed. I want you facing the mirror on your hands and knees.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you obeyed, moving to the bed and positioning yourself as he instructed. You felt exposed and vulnerable, and it was both terrifying and arousing. You swallowed hard and glanced into the mirror, seeing your reflection staring back at you, waiting for his next command.

He came up behind you, his hands on your hips, his touch firm and possessive. He leaned down so his lips were next to your ear. “Look at yourself,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Look at how beautiful you look, waiting for me.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror; your hair messy, your cheeks flushed, your chest heaving. You did look beautiful, but also vulnerable, and a shiver ran down your spine as you waited for his next move. He pulled away from you for a moment, and the sound of him quickly removing his clothes could be heard. Then he was back behind you, his body pressing against yours, his hands roaming over your body.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “All yours.”

He chuckled, his fingers trailing over your side, his touch sending tingles through your body. “That’s right, you are mine, and I’m going to remind you of that over and over again my slut to ruin.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through you. You were completely at his mercy, a submissive plaything for him to do whatever he wanted with. He stepped back momentarily, and then his hand was on your hip, his touch rough and possessive. “Keep looking at yourself,” he ordered, his voice a deep rumble. “Don’t take your eyes off the mirror.”

You couldn’t do anything but obey, your eyes fixated on your reflection in the mirror. You saw how vulnerable you looked, and how your body was responding to his touch. It was a mixture of humiliation and arousal, and you couldn’t do anything but submit to his will.

He stepped up behind you once again, his body pressing against yours, his chest against your back. You could feel the hardness of his body, the heat from his skin, as he aligned himself behind you. He leaned down so his lips were near your ear. “Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, his voice huskier than usual. “Yes,” you breathed, your voice shaky as you braced yourself for what was to come. “Yes, I’m ready.”

Without another word, he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of him just pressing against you, sending a wave of anticipation through you. “You look so good like this,” he muttered, his hands holding onto your hips tightly, steadying you. “So ready for me.”

Your heart was racing, your breath coming out in quick, shallow gasps as you waited for him to move. “Please,” you gasped, your voice pleading. “Please, I need you.”

“Shhh, I know what you need,” Checo replied softly, his hands tightening on your hips. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to push inside you, inch by inch, allowing you to feel every hard ridge of his erection as he stretched you to accommodate his size.”

“Good girl.” His grip on your hips tightened, and he slowly, tantalizingly, pushed himself into you. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips as he filled you, your head falling back momentarily before you quickly looked back at the mirror, remembering his command. “Eyes on the mirror,”

he reminded you, his tone firm. “Don’t take your eyes off yourself.” You obeyed, your eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror, taking in every detail. The way your body was pressed against his, the flush of your skin, the way your body responded to his every touch. “You like that?” he asked, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction.

His hands roamed over your body, caressing your curves, squeezing your full breasts, his touch possessive and demanding. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your shoulder blade as he began to move within you, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.

You nodded, all you could manage was a desperate “mhm” sound in response, too overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through your body. He chuckled, the sound a mixture of amusement and pleasure. “I love hearing how desperate you are for me,” he murmured, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. “It’s so beautiful, the way you submit to me.”

He started moving, his pace slow and torturous, driving you to the edge of ecstasy. Every thrust sent jolts of ecstasy through your body, your eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure became too much. You were completely at his mercy. He suddenly leaned forward, stopping his movements, and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking it back roughly. “I said, keep your eyes open,” he reminded you, his voice rough and commanding. “Don’t you dare close your eyes?”

With a swift motion, he began to move within you again, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more powerful. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.

You gasped, your eyes fluttering open again as you forced yourself to look in the mirror. The sight of yourself, completely under his control, was both mesmerizing and humiliating. He let go of your hair, but his grip on your hips didn’t release. “I want you to watch yourself as I make you lose control, " he growled. “I want to see you fall apart for me.” He adds pounding hard into you.

You couldn’t do anything but obey, your body shaking with the pleasure coursing through you. Every time he moved within you, every touch of his fingers burned hotter on your skin, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Maldito Buka, Maldito Sainz arruinando mi puta carrera” Checo seetha his grip on your hips tightened his nails dug into your skin sending waves of both pleasure and pain through your body causing you to fall onto your forearms and your head hung low.

He continued to fuck you mercilessly, his words a constant stream of profanity and abuse as he lost himself in the moment. "Fucking useless piece of shit, can't even win a race without fucking up," he spat, his hips slamming against yours with renewed vigor.

You groaned, your head dropping down as his words and actions hit you. “I know, baby, I know,” you pointed out, your body trembling with need, your voice filled with both sympathy and arousal.

“I’m so furious,” he growls, his voice deep and guttural. “I was doing so well, and then that idiot ruined it all…”

His fingers dig into your skin, a mix of anger and lust fueling his actions. The pain and pleasure mix, sending tremors down your spine. You can feel his frustration, his anger radiating through his touch. It’s both terrifying and exciting, knowing that he’s taking it out on you, using your body to release his aggression.

His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful as his anger took over. He let out a low, animalistic growl, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he continued to drive into you. “Look at yourself. Look at how beautifully you take my anger.” He grunted.”

“Uh-uh,” Checo says, yanking you back up by your hair, your back flushed against his chest, his now around your neck as he whispered into your ear. “I thought I told you to keep your eye on the mirror?” Checo says.

“See,” he growls, “see what I’ve been reduced to?” He tightens his grip on your neck slightly, a possessive gesture that makes your heart race with a mixture of fear and pleasure. “Because of that idiot.” You can feel his breath on your skin, hot and ragged. He’s completely enraged, and you’re the outlet for all his anger and frustration. The feeling of his grip on your neck, the sound of his voice in your ear, it’s both terrifying and thrilling.

“You’re mine,” he mutters, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a possessive whisper. “My outlet, my toy. I can do whatever I want with you, however I want. You won’t disappoint me right?” he asks. The question hangs in the air, a threat as much as a statement. You know he expects obedience, that you’re here to serve him, to fulfill his needs, no matter how rough or rough or intense they may be. “No, Checo,” you reply, your voice shaky with anticipation. “I won’t disappoint you.”

He chuckles, the sound dark and sinister. “Good,” he says. “Because if you do, I’ll make you pay for it.” He pauses for a moment, his grip on your neck tightening slightly as he continues. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He knows the answer, and you know he wants to hear you say it. The feeling of his power over you, the knowledge that he can make you submit to him utterly is a thrill that you both share. “Yes, I would,” you manage to choke out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckles again, a deep, pleased sound. “I knew you would,” he says. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He releases his grip on your neck, his hand moving down to your hip again, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Yes,” you reply, your voice a mix of submission and arousal. “I’m your good girl, Checo. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” he repeats, a hint of challenge in his voice. “Anything at all?” You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Anything,” you reaffirm, the word coming out in a trembling whisper. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it for you.”

“Good,” he murmurs, his voice rough and gravelly. “Because I have plans for you, mi niña. Things I’ve been thinking about all day, ways to use you, to break you but first I want you to come.” “Good,” he murmurs, his voice rough and gravelly. “Because I have plans for you, mi niña. Things I’ve been thinking about all day, ways to use you, to break you but first I want you to finish for me,” he says his hips still thrusting into yours.

“I want to watch you come apart, want to see your pretty face twisted in pleasure as you coat my cock with your release.” his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he continues to fuck you hard and fast. “Come for me, mi niña,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your core squeezed Checo's cock.

"Good girl," he hissed, his control unraveling as he felt your warmth pulsating around him. He grunted with each thrust, his voice growing hoarse as he chased his release. "Keep squeezing, just like that, mi vida." checo groans and you could feel his cock twitch inside of you letting you know that he was so close to cumming. "Yes, just like that, my sweet girl," he hisses, his hips stuttering as he neared release. His fingers dug into your hips painfully, his body tensing as he tried to hold back.

A few more thrusts later the two of you cummed at the same time. You felt Checo's cock throb inside you as he unloaded his seed deep within your pussy, his hot cum coating your walls. At the same moment, your orgasm overtook you, your cervix clenching and unclenching as your clit throbbed with pleasure. You both let out a chorus of moans and groans.

"Oh... mi amor... That was... amazing," Checo panted, burying his face in your neck. He stayed inside you, his weight heavy on top of you as he caught his breath. "You're so perfect for me, mi vida." He peppered your skin with gentle kisses.

“That was..that was just wow just wow,” you said laughing breathlessly. Checo chuckled, his arms wrapping around you as he gently rolled onto his back, taking you with him so you were sprawled on top of him. "I'm glad you liked it, mi vida," he murmured, his hands slowly caressing your back. "But we're not done yet."

“no?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," he said, his voice firm with intention. His hands gripped your ass, lifting you slightly before guiding you back down onto his still-hard cock. "I told you, I have plans for you tonight. And I always keep my promises oh and one more thing when we’re done I want you to call your brother and tell him that he needs to learn how to drive.”

[loveesiren]

Doing It All For Us (Pt. 7)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary:

Warnings: Language, knives, sadism, fighting, neglect,

Word Count: 4.7k+

Your fingers traced over the small scar now forming right above your heart. RC. You wince at the pain but can't help but smile as you remember the events that took place a few nights ago.

You and Rafe experienced a whole new side of each other. A side where God wasn't present and the Devil himself controlled you like puppets. That's what happens when sex is fueled by angst and cocaine.

I want my name on your skin

The words lingered in your head. "I want to feel something," You had said, your body numb to the drugs. You pick up the knife that rested on your bed and held it out to Rafe. "Put your initials on me."

Rafe looked at you with wide eyes. "I can't hurt you."

"I like the pain," You whisper guiding his hand over your heart. "I want you to mark me as yours." You lay back on your bed, pulling Rafe on top of you. "Right here." You tap the skin right above your left breast.

"A-are you sure?"

"I'm sure, baby." You beam up at him.

Rafe offers a devilish grin and slowly begins to carve into your skin. You hiss in both pain and pleasure at the sensation. Feeling the knife glide across your skin has a heat growing between your legs.

"Done," He says, smiling up at you. He brushes his thumb across the fresh wound, wiping away the blood before bringing it to his mouth and licking it off. "Your turn."

You smile and roll him over so that you're straddling him. You help him pull his shirt off, licking your lips at the sight of him. "You're so handsome," You say softly. Beads of sweat clung to his skin in the dim light of your bedroom. His usually perfect hair was now messy and falling in his face. His mouth opened slightly as he grew hard underneath you, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him.

You lean down and place a kiss where you intend to mark him as yours. "Oh, fuck!" He breathes as you get to work, slowly carving your initials into his perfect skin. "I love you so much," He whispered as he grew larger beneath you.

When you were finished, you admired your work. You had both taken your time, to make sure it would look good when it healed, and because for some reason the sensation was extremely arousing. You ran your tongue over your initials, licking up the blood that dripped from his skin.

"I love you too, King." You lean down and kiss him, letting him taste the blood that lingered on your tongue.

He moans into your mouth and pulls you closer to him. You grind your hips down on to him and you can feel him getting frustrated, wanting nothing more than to be inside you.

"Get undressed," He demands. You smile and do what he says, quickly ridding yourself of your shorts and shirt as he pulls his jeans off.

He picks you up and slams you against the wall. You gasp, shocked by the sudden gesture but a small smile breaks across your face. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" He says, trailing his lips over your neck, teasing you as he rubs the tip of his cock between your folds.

You wrap your legs around his waist, silently begging for him to push into you.

"Always having me worried about your psychotic ass,"

You bite your lip at his words. "Teach me a lesson," You whisper in his ear, feeling him come undone at the sound of your voice.

He thrusts into you. Hard. You cry out at the sudden sensation and dig your nails into his back. "That's right, baby, hold on to me." He pulls out and thrusts into you again. He reaches up and wraps his fingers in your hair, yanking your head back so you're looking him in the eyes.

He started moving faster and the sounds that escaped your lips were ungodly. He hadn't fucked you like this before. He was usually so gentle and careful with you. But tonight, he was like a hungry animal, and you absolutely loved it.

"Tell me you're mine," He pants between thrusts.

"I'm yours, Rafe. I'm all yours. Forever." You whine. You clit was rubbing against his skin just right and you could feel yourself reaching a whole new level of pleasure.

"I'd live for you," He whispers. "I'd kill for you. I'd die for you." Those last words sending you both into euphoric bliss.

"Oh my fucking God!" You scream as you release around his cock, hanging onto him for dear life.

Rafe growls into you skin as he pushes deep inside you, filling you up.

When you both finally come down from your highs, Rafe lazily carries you to you bed and you both collapse. You were both speechless as you tried to understand what just happened.

This memory played over and over again in your head as you brushed over your scar in the mirror. That was three days ago. Rafe's dad called him into work the next day and practically worked him to death the last few days.

But tonight, the Cameron's were hosting a dinner, you and your dad being the guests of honor.

You slipped into a champagne silk dress and some nude strappy wedges to match. Simple, yet elegant. You placed a bandaid over your healing wound. You were proud to have Rafe's initials embedded in your skin but you also didn't want to explain to your dad and Ward exactly what happened the other night.

"You ready, honey?" Your dad called from your bedroom door.

"Coming!" You said, giving yourself one last look in the mirror. Your loose curls fell past your shoulders, the signature 'R' hanging from your throat. Possessive. Rafe Cameron was possessive. He loved making it known that you belonged to him. But he never treated you like an object. He worshipped the ground you walked on.

He didn't mind other guys drooling over you. You were the baddest bitch on the island. On the fucking planet in his eyes. But it was made obvious that if anyone even tried to flirt with you, they'd end up in a body bag. You were Rafe's and Rafe was yours. The whole island feared the two of you as they watched you spiral into some kind of psychotic love for one another.

You ran downstairs and met your dad at the front door. "You look beautiful, honey." He said as he looked you over.

You offered a shy smile. "Thank you." Ever since your mom died your dad did the bare minimum to take care of you. He worked hard, made sure you had food on the table, nannies came and went. But for some reason, he didn't want to be a dad. He pretended, sure. Complimenting you, telling you he loves you, all the stuff a parent is supposed to do. But looking you in the eyes was rare.

You reminded him of her. Of your mother. Your hair, your eyes, the way you carried yourself. You reminded him of what he lost. The women he loved fell victim to a random home invasion. He was grateful his only child had survived. The one piece of his wife he had left. But it was hard to look at you. He loved you. He did. But he swallowed that love, knowing you could be taken from the earth at any time as well. It was his grief and trauma that prevented him from being a real father. Nevertheless, he made sure you would never have to work a day in your life. You got everything you wanted and more. That was his idea of love. Oblivious to the fact that all you really wanted was your father to be there for you.

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"Nice place," Your dad says as he pulls into Tannyhill.

"Yeah, I've been here a few times. We usually hang out at our house." You say.

"That boy treating you well?" He asks.

"Yeah, he's amazing." You gush.

"What happened here?" You dad asks, pointing to the bandaid on your chest.

"Oh, uhm, cigarette burn." You lie.

"Smoking isn't lady like."

"I know," You sigh before climbing out of the car and heading towards the door.

Your dad follows you and rings the doorbell. You straighten your dress, almost nervous to see Rafe. It'd been three days. Three days since one of the most intense and beautiful nights of your life. Thinking about it gave you butterflies.

"Elliot! Y/N!" Ward says as he opens the door. "Please, come in!"

"Good to see you, Ward!" Elliot says, shaking his hand.

You walk in behind your dad. Smiling sweetly at Ward. "Y/N! How are you?" He asks.

"I'm good, Mr. Cameron." You say. "How are you?"

"Doing well, thanks! Rafe will be down in just a moment. He was just finishing up some work."

You all make your way to the lounge. You scoff under your breath as you see Sarah and John B talking on the couch. Sarah glares in your direction and you shoot daggers back at her until she finally avoids your gaze.

"Hey baby!" You hear Rafe's voice behind you. You turn and beam up at him. His hair slicked back, navy blue button up and slacks. He looked so fucking good.

All you could do was squeal and throw yourself into his arms. "I missed you so much!"

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, lifting you off the ground. "I missed you too, baby girl." He said as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

"Fucking vampires," You hear Sarah whisper to John B. You choose to ignore it. It was obvious she had seen Rafe's wound at some point. As ready as you were to bash Sarah's head in, you were more ready to sit and love on your boyfriend.

You and Rafe approach the bar. He pours you a glass of wine and pours himself a whiskey.

Ward and Elliot begin discussing business, sucking Rafe into the conversation. You couldn't care less but you lean back against Rafe's chest as his hand rests on your hip. You just needed to be close to him.

You zone out of the conversation, focus on the way Rafe's fingers glide along your hip and thigh. Turning you on right in front of your parents.

"Dinner's ready!" Rose finally announces and you all make your way to the dining room. Rafe pulls out your chair for you, making sure you're comfortable before he takes his place beside you, resting his hand on your thigh.

The two of you sat across form John B and Sarah. The men at one end of the table while the women sat at the other. You picked at your food as listened to the non stop business talk, rolling your eyes as you were bored out of your mind.

"So, Y/N, did Rafe mark you the same way you marked him?" She smirked, running her hand over her chest referring to the bandaid that obviously sat on yours.

Rafe dropped his fork on his plate, making a loud clanking noise and earning the attention of the rest of the table. "Why don't you ever mind your own business, Sarah?"

"Mark?" Elliot asks. Everyone looking between the two of you now.

"Rafe, what did you-" Ward begins but you quickly cut him off.

"I don't know what mark she's talking about. I burned myself with a cigarette." You stated sourly. "I'd be more concerned about the fact you and John B are fucking in the bell tower. I hope you have your tetanus shot!" You smirk.

"Y/N!" Your dad hisses.

"You fucking bitch!" Sarah says.

"Sarah!" Ward spits.

You couldn't help but smile at the chaos unfolding around you. If she wants to play this game you'll show her how it's done.

"Okay, everyone calm down!" Rose yells.

The table goes quiet. Rafe snickers beside you. You chew on your cheek as your try to hold back your laugh.

Your dad gives you and Rafe a disapproving look but you shrug it off.

Ward, however, cowers at your father's expression. Knowing his son was the reason for this behavior.

"Rafe, can I speak to you in private please?" Ward says as he stands from the table.

You can hear Rafe swallow his nerves and you squeeze his hand for comfort. He stands up and follows his dad to the office.

Rose sighs as she accepts the fact that the dinner her and Wheezie slaved over was ruined.

You looked up and saw John B eyeing the bandaid on your chest.

"Keep your eyes on her tits," You spit, nodding to Sarah. "Fucking Pogue."

Sarah stands up and you do too. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"You, Princess!" You spit back at her. "Why don't we take this shit outside?! I'm sick of the way you treat the people I love!"

Ward and Rafe come rushing back into the room right before you were about to lunge at Sarah. Rafe wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you back. John B does the same with Sarah.

"You know what?!" Elliot stands up. "I'm not sure I want my daughter around this family!"

Everyone freezes. Rafe clings to you tightly, as if you're about to be taken from him forever.

"If this is how your family does business, Ward-"

"Elliot, I-I'm sorry." Ward says.

"Y/N, we're leaving." He says as he steps towards you.

"Fuck you!" You spit, gripping Rafe's arm. "You're no fucking father! You don't get to sit here and judge this family when all you do pump money into my bank account and disappear for weeks!"

"Y/N-"

"I overdosed! I almost died. And you couldn't be bothered to answer the call. You couldn't even respond to the messages that me and Courtney and Rafe sent you!"

Your dad's face fell. Everyone else remained quiet.

"You miss mom. I get that. I miss her too. But after she died, you ignored me as much as possible. You still do. I needed you. Don't act like you care now." You say sadly. "Rafe's been more of a family to me than you've ever been."

Elliot sucks his lips between his teeth. Not sure how to respond to the ball you just dropped.

You laced your fingers between Rafe's and pulled him towards the front door. No one tried to stop you and for that you were grateful.

"Y/N, baby!" Rafe said, pulling you to a stop in the front yard. "Baby, are you okay?"

There were no tears in your eyes. "Fuck my dad," You spit. "I'm sorry that went so shitty. I just wanna be with you."

"I'll follow you anywhere, baby," Rafe says, pulling you into his chest.

"Let's go to Courtney's." You suggest.

"Whatever you want, my love."

You and Rafe lazily walk down the street, hand in hand as the sun sets. You couldn't help but smile as you trotted along next to him. It was rare the two of you just held hands and enjoyed the silence. You were usually all over eachother. You could hear the crickets chirping and the frogs croaking. The southern wildlife was actually a welcoming sound.

Courtney was on her front porch smoking a cigarette. "Well look what the gator coughed up," She smiles as she sees the two of you approach.

"Sup bitch?!" You say, skipping onto her porch and snatching the cigarette from her lips.

"Well don't you two look fancy," Courtney teases. "Evening at the Cameron's I assume?"

"Yeah, that went down hill fast," You say as you sit beside her, leaning into her shoulders as she wraps her arms around you.

"Our dads are dicks," Rafe adds.

"Hey, I get it," Courtney says. "My dads been cheating on my mom for years. They sleep in separate rooms."

"Rafe Cameron." A drunk Helena says as she steps out onto the porch.

"Good to see you, Mrs. Fields," Rafe says.

"I hear you're dating my sweet little pumpkin here." She says, brushing your hair behind your ear. "She behaving for you?"

Courtney holds you tight as you both chuckle.

"Nothin' but an angel," Rafe smiles. His eyes flicker to you, appreciating the way your tan skin glows in the moonlight.

"Well, you kids come inside, I'll make ya a drink!" Helena says.

You and Courtney hop up from the couch. You grab Rafe's hand and pull him inside. "So why do you two look so fancy?" Helena asks as she mixes up some margarita's.

"Tried to have a family dinner," You say. "Didn't go well."

"Daddy issues," Helena says.

"Mom!" Courtney hisses.

You laugh. "Yeah, pretty much. Sister issues, too."

Helena brings a tray of margaritas to the island where the three of you sat. You all take one.

"Holy shit, these are good." Rafe says as he sips his.

"Glad you like 'em, doll." Helena winks. "Take it easy, they are strong."

You and Courtney chuckle, already used to her moms margarita's. 90% tequila.

"You know, your momma would love him," Helena says, taking a sip of her drink and nodding towards Rafe.

Rafe looks around, semi-confused. "You knew Layla?" He asks.

"She was my goddamn best friend!" Helena laughs. "Why do you think these two are so close?" She gestures to you and Courtney.

You smile at her words. "Yeah, my mom would definitely love you." You tell Rafe.

Bright pink spreads across his cheeks as he looks down and tries to hide it.

"Wow, the Rafe Cameron blushing in my house. You must have him absolutely smitten," Helena says to you before heading upstairs. "You kids have fun! Don't fuck on my new couch!"

"Oh my God," Courtney says, pressing her palm to her forehead. "I apologize for my mother."

"It's fine, Court." You laugh. "Let's go watch a movie!"

You could see Rafe getting tipsy off his margarita and you giggled, pulling him into the basement behind you.

You all enter Courtney's giant theater room that sat just across from her bedroom in the basement. You pulled Rafe on to the giant Lovesac that sat in the corner of the room while Courtney flopped onto the couch. You kick your shoes off and Rafe takes off his jacket before you sink back into him, resting your head on his chest while he holds you tightly.

You watch as Courtney flips through the movie options, sipping her margarita loudly. "I'm sorry about Sarah." Rafe whispers against your temple. "And I'm sorry I made your dad hate me."

"You didn't do anything, Rafe." You look up to him. "Sarah's a bitch. My dad is an asshole. They don't matter. All that matters is you."

Rafe offers you a sad smile. One that breaks your heart. You know he just wants his dad to be proud of him. Now he feels like he fucked everything up with your dad as well.

You roll over and straddle his lap. He bites his lip and looks up at you with pain filled eyes. You rip the bandaid off your chest and point to his initials that are forever embedded in your skin. "This, Rafe. This means you and me against the world. Forever."

He reaches up and brushes his thumb over your wound. The sensation sends butterflies through your stomach. He smiles now, placing his hand over his heart where your initials sit under his shirt. You smile back at him, knowing the two of you are forever connected from the scars you share.

"Holy shit," Courtney says, snapping you out of the moment. "Did you guys cut eachother?" You and Rafe just look at eachother and laugh. "Ya'll are real freaky you know that? I'm going to make popcorn." She announces before heading back upstairs.

"What?" You ask as Rafe stares at you. He swore he could cry just looking into your diamond eyes. He'd never seen anyone or anything more beautiful. The thought of losing you made him physically ill.

"I'm so inlove with you," His voice was barely above a whisper as he reached up and cupped your face.

You blushed and leaned into his touch. "I'm so inlove with you, Rafe Cameron." You pressed a kiss to his palm before laying down beside him. He turned to face you and pressed his forehead to yours as you stared into eachother's eyes. You brought your hand up and tangled your fingers in his hair while he ran his fingers over your cheek.

"Ya'll are gross," Courtney said as she reentered the room, mouth full of popcorn.

You chuckle but you don't take your eyes off Rafe's, as if just by staring into his eyes you're able to learn all the secrets of the universe. You knew, from the bottom of your heart, that you would absolutely die for this man.

_______________

You woke up still clinging to Rafe. He held on to you so tightly you knew you would be sore but you loved the feeling. He was still asleep and you smiled at him, appreciating how innocent he looked. His hair fell in his face, lips parted as he snored softly. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and slowly tried to crawl away from him.

"Mmm no," He groans, pulling you back to him.

You chuckle. "Morning baby, did you sleep okay?"

"Always sleep good with you," His voice was soft and raspy and it turned you on. You hated the fact you were in Courtney's basement right now.

"Oh, good, you're up." Courtney says as she enters the room. "You're dad's been calling non-stop. He even called me and my parents.

"What the fuck?" You ask as you reach over and grab your phone to see all the missed calls and messages. Your dad couldn't be bothered when you almost died but now he wants to worry?

You sigh as you sit up. Your finger hovers over the call button. After a few moments of contemplating, you decide to call.

Hello?

He picks up on the second ring.

Dad? Why did you call me so much?

He sighs. Look, Y/N. I'd like to talk to you about last night.

What about it? You ask dryly.

I'd rather talk in person. Can you meet me at the club?

I don't know...

You can bring Rafe.

You consider it for a moment as you look back at Rafe. His eyes were locked on you, running his fingers down your spine. Your dad didn't sound mad anymore, but you also didn't want to risk him yelling at Rafe in the club.

"My dad wants us to meet him," You whisper to Rafe. He chews on his lip nervously but nods in agreement.

Okay. We'll be there in an hour.

You hang up the phone and sit quietly for a moment. "Is everything okay, angel?" Rafe asked, sitting up and wrapping his arm around your waist.

"He says he wants to talk about last night."

You could tell Rafe was nervous, but he would do anything to show your dad he loves you. "Okay. I can drive us."

You nod. Rafe places a kiss on your temple and stands up. "I'll run home and get the truck and come back."

"Thanks, babe." You smile at him. He smiles back before taking off.

"Court, can I borrow some clothes?" You ask.

"You know where the closet is," She waves you off as she scrolls through Instagram. "So what happened last night?"

You pick through her closet, grabbing a pair of shorts and a band shirt. Motley Crue. Not exactly what you'd normally wear to the club but you didn't care.

"Fucking Sarah, dude!" You said as you threw on the clothes. "She started shit during dinner. I was about to beat her ass."

"What did she say?" Courtney asks, sitting up now.

"She tried to call me and Rafe out on this," You say pointing to your chest. "So I told everyone she was fucking John B in the bell tower." You grin.

"Ha! Petty. I love it!" Courtney squealed.

"Yeah, but then my dad started saying he doesn't want me around their family and I popped off on him. I told him he's always been a shitty dad and he can't tell me what to do. Then we left and came here."

"Shit."

"Yeah, I have no idea what to expect when we get there."

"Text me after, yeah?"

"Of course. I'm gonna go meet Rafe. Love you!" You say as you walk upstairs.

Rafe pulled up right as you walked outside. He jumped out of the truck and ran to the passenger side door. He changed. He was in shorts and a polo shirt now. His hair still slightly messy as if he quickly tried to slick it back.

"Hey, gorgeous!" He says excitedly as he helps you into the truck. Once your buckled in he goes back to his side and starts the truck. "You ready to go?"

"Not really," You grumble. "Did your parents say anything?"

Rafe shook his head. "No one was home." You nod and sit quietly. "Hey, baby," He says, reaching over and taking your hand. "It's going to be okay."

You started getting nervous as you pulled into the club. So many emotions were running through your head and you didn't know what to expect.

Rafe parks and turns the truck off. You stare at the entrance of the club. "What if he kicks me out? Cuts me off..." You say softly.

"You'll come live with me."

You turn to look at him. Worry in your eyes knowing his dad has no issue kicking him out too.

"We will figure it out. Together. You and me against the world right?" He smiles, squeezing your hand.

You smile back. You enjoyed the life you lived. All the luxuries. But you would give it all up as long as you got to keep Rafe forever.

You nod and hop out of the truck. Rafe holds your hand as you walk into the club. You see your dad sitting on the deck outside and you slowly make your way towards him, Rafe close behind you.

"Y/N," Elliot says, standing up and attempting to hug you. You shy away, brows furrowed as you tried to take in his expression. He was hurt but he understood. "Please, sit."

You and Rafe sit down hesitantly. Rafe holds your hand tightly under the table, equally as nervous as you.

"I, uh, I talked things over with Ward." Elliot said.

Rafe squeezed you tighter.

"Everything is fine. We worked it all out."

You can feel Rafe relax a little.

"Y/N...I..."

Your face twitched as you waited patiently for his next words.

"I'm so sorry."

You look down, trying to hide your tears. You didn't realize your dad was tearing up too.

"I should have been there for you. I should have always been there for you. I'm so sorry I've been such a shitty father. I can't take it back, but I want you to know I love you."

You were crying now, Rafe pulled you into him and held you as you sobbed silently, running his fingers over your exposed skin.

"And Rafe, I'm sorry for the things I said last night. I can't thank you enough for being there for her when she..."

Rafe clenches his jaw, shooting daggers at Elliot. He wanted your dad to accept him but he also hated what he's put you through.

"Overdosed." Rafe stated. His simple word made it real. He made it known that it had happened even though Elliot had avoided dealing with it. Rafe was the one that rocked you to sleep every night. Rafe was the one that held your hair back as you puked your guts out. Rafe was the one that made you food and held ice to your head as he tried to break your fever. He wanted Elliot to know you had almost died and he was the one that took care of you. Not him.

"Overdosed." Elliot repeats sadly.

You were hiding your face in Rafe's shoulder now. You really couldn't think of anything to say. An apology wasn't going to cut it.

"I'm going away for a while." Elliot finally says.

"What else is new," You mutter.

"It's to this retreat type thing. A place that helps you deal with grief. If I'm going to be a better father to you I have to start by getting help first."

You finally look up to him now. Yesterday's make up running down your tear stricken face. "How long?"

"Three months."

You swallow and nod. You were used to your dad not being around. Atleast this time he'd be getting help.

"Ward and I worked out a deal."

You and Rafe both look up. "What deal?" Rafe asks.

"Your dad will fill you in when it's time. You're both adults and free to do as you please, but you will both be taken care of. The Cameron's will be there for you if you need anything, Y/N."

Your eyes narrow. Unsure exactly what he means. Elliot offers you a small smile before standing up and grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.

"Rafe," he says as he slips his jacket on. "Take care of my daughter."

Rafe nods and squeezes you.

Elliot leans down and places a kiss on your head. "I love you, honey. I'll see you soon."

And with that, your dad walks away.

You just sat, staring at the space in front of you. You couldn't bring yourself to speak or move. You were comatose.

"Baby girl," You felt Rafe whisper against your temple.

You closed your eyes at the sound of his sweet voice. But you couldn't stop thinking about how badly you wanted to stick a needle in your arm.

[wiccaphiliaa]

Daffodil •Alecto•

Alectopause is driving me crazy.

Have been listening to a lot of Florence & The Machine lately and many of the songs remind me of The Locked Tomb. Daffodil reminded me specifically of Alecto for some reason

[clj-art-blog]

Equal and worthy of each other | Their Majesty Yue Zun Dongfang Qingcang and his Yue Zhu Xiaolanhua

[azazellos]

[pix-writes]

"Ford is grateful for your patience and willingness to be involved in his life, especially as he knows he wasn't good at opening up to you when you were starting to become friends let alone a relationship." This is from Stanford HC, and I find it very interesting! How would he act at the beginning of the relationship? What does it take for him to become friends with someone, and that evolves into romance?

My thinking behind this part of my HCs is what Ford has been like through the series, he is shown throughout multiple media in the GF series, that he has continually pushed people away as part of his wound of feeling isolated due to his intellect and polydactly. Through this wound he's actually developed over the course of the series and his time in the portal a lone genius hero archetype that he wants to fit into, to compensate for the hurt he has continually felt from others and being an 'outsider'. (I could go into this in more depth about where this comes from in his childhood and how it affects his outlook when he comes across bill/building the portal, honeslty, but this is the jist of what I want to get across).

(rest under cut)

It's only really once we get to weirdmageddon and post-oddpocalypse, that Ford's arc comes full-circle into healing this wound for good --> as we know Ford has a fair few people in his life who love/care for him, in the past (Bill era) he was unable to see it, but once he exits the portal he begins to care for the twins and value them (and stan, even though he doesn't show it); this makes him take a similar route in trying to defeat Bill still largely on his own, because he doesn't want the people he loves to be in danger and blames himself for Bill's hold on their dimension, thus Ford thinks it's his problem to deal with --> Once they start working together to defeat Bill is the turning point for him to realise that he was wrong and that in order to defeat Bill, you have to work together. [I think he even says that he realises he was foolish for thinking he had to go it alone and that there are people who love him that he can share the buren with, I think in Journal 3 or TBOB (can't remember which rn).] I would argue that it's not until Stanley's great sacrifice in order to save the kids/the world, after screwing up the circle magic thingy, that reality hits him like a ton of bricks and he starts being more open and quickly starts to heal his biggest character wound.

So, considering this in a potential relationship, I think Ford, is generally closed-off, which hasn't helped him in the romance department in his life in the past! Whilst I can see the judgement of others and his outsider status socially would impact this as well, being closed-off and individualistic means that when he does come across someone who would be a good prospective partner, he just... assumes they'd not be interested or overlooks them because he's doing something important and isn't thinking of romance in the moment, so if the other person flirts with him he's not good on picking it up. [I'm finding this all terribly relatable!]

With the insecurity from his wound on top of this, it doesn't make for a good mix, Fiddleford, for example, was not only an assistant but quite a great friend to Ford that he didn't appreciate at the time and due to the added influence of Bill wanting to isolate him from people, Fiddleford ended up having his attempts of deeper connection being thrown back in his face! Whilst a lot of this was unintentionally done on Ford's part, he did tell him when he left that he "didn't need anyone". In the past at Backupsmore Uni, he says that there's not a lot of people he finds 'smart enough' to be on his level to be friends with - which is textbook classic defensiveness to reverse that 'no-one understands me' mentality into something that props up his ego instead. Pushing people away means that he won't have to face the rejection he continually experienced in his childhood, but it means he's potentially pushed away people who could like him as well!

So, I think that in the beginning of a budding friendship/potential relationship, Ford would not be the best at connection or communicating his feelings openly, he'd likely step on other people's toes (metaphorically) in social situations, without realising or meaning to offend someone.

That said, I think it'd be easy for him to become interested in someone who is clearly talented and intelligent, someone who similarly values higher education yet also has a similar love for that which doesn't fit the norm/is bizarre. Perhaps someone who is also deemed a societal 'outsider'. He's been feeling lonely for so long that if you're persistent and kind and can get him to talk on the subjects he loves, he'll start to see you as a friend. I think that being kind and thoughtful with gestures (acts of service) and gifts either to him or his grand-niece/nephew are other things that will make you stand out from the crowd, too, for him to see you as a genuine good person and friend.

However, he will struggle to open up and to let out his natural self (nerdy, passionate, dedicated, 'weird'), so it will take a while to deeply connect to Ford if you're friends, and even longer for him to realise you're interested in him romantically and to act on it.

I think in that stage of 'good friends that are attracted to each other', he would have fallen for you fast; but at the same time he doesn't trust that you are romantically interested in him, even if you have said that you are, part of his mind tells him that it's a trick, a joke. You might think you want to be with him, but you'll leave him soon enough when you realise he's so inexperienced in romance/relationships etc, etc. I think a lot of his old wounded mentality would surface and he's try to push you away, if you get together post-weirdmageddon, or would just shoot you down intentionally/unintentionally if you get together beforehand. Furthermore, he has been a 'loner' for most of his life, particularly after 30 years in the portal, so it's difficult at first in a relationship to share the more mundane things, since he's used to being on his own.

Ford would overthink things to the point of anxiety at the very beginning of a relationship and make it more awkward than if he just relaxed! ^^' He's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to planning dates, too (reminds me of dipper with the list lol), though it's sweet, cause he cares so much to make it good for you! Once it goes wrong a couple times, you'll both find the humour in it and he'll realise he's being foolish again and relax a little. You'll have to give him reassurance and go at his slow pace in the start of a relationship and he'll find some confidence, probably quicker than either of you anticipated too! He's liked you for a long time by the time you get together, so whether he intends to or not his passionate nature leaks through ;)

[toriavissu]

thinking a lot abt this thing. "he felt jealous and inferior and i responded to those feelings by coming to hate him"

at first i thought that it's kinda strange to start hating a person who feels smth like this about you but then i suddenly inderstood

kusuke was jealous of kusuo's powers and him being loved by their parents, him being the special one, but kusuo didn't want to have all these things. from kusuo's point of view it was like a mockery, like kusuke wants to have things kusuo hates, kusuke and other people who knew about kusuo's powers thought about them as a blessing while for kusuo they seemed more like a curse. to my mind hatred was a logical reaction to such situation

also there's one more thing. kusuke is what kusuo wants to be: a normal human. yeah he's a genius and he's not an average person but he's still not a god or superhuman, he's not a monster and not a disaster. and kusuo is what kusuke wants to be: powerful, recognized and outstanding. kusuo has too much power and doesn't like it, kusuke also has not enough power and he isn't satisfied with himself too

and the older they became, the worse their relationship was, kusuke talked about kusuo as a monster/god/someone powerful/someone who can change the world but never as a normal human and child. and kusuo used his powers to make kusuke stay in this feeling of defeat forever and they like. they didn't allow each other to live peacefully, touching each other's sore spots intentionally or not

[the-paris-of-people]

The past couple days online have been... interesting. I consider myself a leftist, think capitalism is corrupt, and think that it needs to be seriously reformed/overthrown. I admit that while I've thrown around phrases and terms like "burn it all down" and "the revolution needs to come" out of frustration without actually thinking about what a revolution entails: excellent organization, unity, and strategy to defeat the United States, the world's largest military superpower which has inflicted political and social destabilization across the majority of countries around the world. There also needs to be superb infrastructure and community to support the disabled, elderly, and poor populations who rely on government assistance and programs, healthcare, and accommodations while this so-called revolution rages on.

All I've received from the far leftist movement are lectures from condescending intellectuals who rattle off academic citations regarding ideological theory rather than practical, tangible steps to advocate for change in our local and regional communities. I have not seen one of them actually discuss conversations they've had with their friends, family, or Americans about what they want to see reflected for the future of the country. I have not seen one of them discussed how destructive, detrimental and traumatic a Trump presidency was for social prejudice and morale in the United States. I understand that for many marginalized groups they've been living in a facist state for centuries so the possibility Project 2025 doesn't galvanize them to see the two parties differently, but I don't think it is fair to white leftists falsely equivocate the election of both parties for the entire American population at all??? Or like at least specify the issues you're referring to in which you view both parties as the same????? Literally one TikTok creator who I used to follow talked about how true leftists are so much better than liberals because they aren't waiting for a presidential candidate to save the world NOW due to the accelerated apocalypse due to climate change but when asked how to change the world they suggest sharing ideas of your future utopia with other leftist groups. How the fuck is sitting around talking about living in a walkable community is great considered "saving the world now"? How are you going to dismantle and restructure American infrastructure to create these communities? How are you going to remove existing racial and social tensions to create a community where everyone lives happily side by side? Do people not consider reality at all?????

And is it not wrong for people to have a fucking sliver of optimism and hope at incremental change that's achieved within the corrupt bipartisan system of American politics, even if they know it's propaganda??? Is it wrong for people to have a singular fucking moment of relief in feeling like their values, beliefs, and lives will be better protected and THEY can advocate for change better??? Is it wrong when there's a couple months until the most pressing election in recent history for people to make the choice they feel will reduce the most amount of harm???

[fckedupnerd]

Mathew Baynton in the Dodges and Feints music video for DM Stith

Video here:

[cinderflower]

maybe i'm missing something but i swear to god gaius's inclusion and specifically being an albinauric has been breaking my brain for over a month now with how explicitly it goes against everything we know about how albinaurics came to be, their persecution by both the golden order and rykard, etc

like wdym he was a mentor to radahn and worked with messmer and went to the shadowlands but also the albinaurics are graceless and treated as outcasts by the order, esp when the game strongly implies they came into existence by some Nox/Carian shenanigans somehow so ?? ? ? ? ???????

[the-swift-tricker]

mr beast was out there running the irl hunger games for years and people are still acting surprised that he's a douchebag

[ch3rr13zk1n]

I want to thank the person who introduced glevil's existence to me because eventually you cursed my brain and made me more fixated on mannequins than the character i called my fictional crush

[circusclownproductions]

AND AS THE SMELL ON MY PILLOW FADES

HER CIGARETTES MIGHT STAY

LIKE A ROMAN COLOSSEUM

A DRY AND WORTHLESS MONUMENT TO OUR LOVE

OOOO I STILL HAVE YOUR LIGHTER

OOOO I STILL HAVE YOUR BOOK

OOOO I STILL HAVE EVERYTHING YOU BROUGHT BUT YOU NEVER TOOK

YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME ‼️

AND I KNOW WHERE TO LOOK‼️‼️‼️

[britneyshakespeare]

you know someday i'm gonna feel so good when i have my student loans paid off

that ain't gonna be soon, trust me, but i think about it