#calmth

[minarachelle]

Gorinchem, Nederland - 2024

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Some think that God forgives when I ask for forgiveness.

But there is more to it.

There is much more to it.

You have to admit having lost the race.

Then you have to admit having made a mistake.

Sorry, still sorry is what you ought to say.

Then just stop, look around and stay wherever you are. Do not move. Wait on Him.

[lunasilvis]

Sunday night, home alone, gonna drink a few beers by myself tonight :)) Working from home tomorrow anyways with no urgent deadlines. Affording myself some chill time alone with Jenna on the couch 🥰

[urlasage]

[ruvviks]

💢💤🌱✂️🌈 for rami please >:]

oc asks!

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

it's not necessarily a habit that he has but rami is a very calm man. a bit too calm in some cases maybe. he's not one to start panicking very quickly which is nice to have because he can keep his head clear in bad situations but it can be frustrating to deal with in the heat of the moment because some people could assume that he just doesn't care. which is not true because he cares a Lot all the time

he also tends to explain things in great detail all the time because he likes to be very clear about what he's talking about. doesn't handle misunderstandings well so he tries to prevent that, but some people might find that too much especially if they already know a lot of things about the topic in question

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

rami tends to go to sleep when he's actually feeling tired, so he generally falls asleep pretty easily once he commits to it. it Does however take him very long to get to that point because he's always very busy with a lot of things and the more active his brain is the smaller the chance he will get tired. he is a very busy man

having someone else there with him helps a LOT with going to bed because it's pretty easy to convince him if you mean a lot to him. he will still take a while to fall asleep that way but at least he will go to sleep a lot earlier than he would've otherwise done

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

rami's most vivid memory would be the time he got lost in a huge mall when he was still very young. he was terrified and an old lady stayed with him the whole time until he found his parents back. he doesn't remember much from what happened during those hours, but he does vividly remember how he felt; terrified at first, but then strangely at ease when the old lady showed up and kept him company. this memory is something he still holds on to very tightly, and it's part of his motivation to help out others in similar way :)

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

rami holds on to people very tightly most of the time. it takes him a lot of effort to actually let someone in (only a few people know him by name; if you know his name he considers you a VERY close friend) but once he's done that he will do anything and everything in his power to keep that person in his life

however, if someone ever hurts his daughters, it's over IMMEDIATELY. he will not tolerate any of that. you touch rami's daughters and you WILL suffer the consequences

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

rami had a relatively normal childhood so there's not a lot of advice he would have for his younger self, other than to not get so caught up in what other people thought of him. it was something he struggled with a lot in school and he bounced around between many different personalities and, well, masks basically, trying to find his place with other people and continuously failing at it

other advice would mostly just be cooking advice to be honest. rami is a good cook nowadays but he was so bad when he was younger. and it took him VERY long to get better at it. so to have that advice a little earlier would've helped him a lot

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hello! its 00.03 now

happy new year to the ppls who celebrate :)

otherwise: have a nice night!! sleep well!!

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✱ confessing to you w/ Gojo, Nanami, Higuruma & gn!reader

@snailor-bee asked: LALEEEEE!!! (o゜▽゜)o♥ WHAT'S THIS I HEAR?? REQUESTS ARE OPEN?? FOR MORE FANDOMS?? You just know I just gotta... May I please request Gojo, Higuruma, and Nanami trying to confess to reader? (*/ω＼*) Like headcanons/drabbles whichever. I just think it's real cute. And you're real cute. It just works out perfectly, hehe. Hoping you're doing well!! ;3; Sending you hugs and kisses!!

a/n: BEE my sweet (´⌣`ʃƪ) it feels like forever since i for around writing something for you, so i was super excited when you sent something in for me! i had a lot of fun writing these small drabbles, i hope they're to your liking! ps: i think YOU are super cute love you ok bye

➸ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: Geto, Toji & Shiu

❦ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Gojo is used to being fawned on. He has the good looks and he knows. Keeps running his mouth without any consequences because there simply are none when you’re Gojo Satoru. The strongest. The balance of the world depends on him. He’s untouchable.

And then there’s you, who is tearing his whole act down with such ease, it makes his heart stop.

You don’t fuss over him and you don’t bow before him. His name doesn’t fall out of your mouth as if he was a deity, someone holy; and still it’s the sweetest sound he has ever heard. When you call out for him, Gojo wants to be there in an instant. There’s this unknown calmth whenever he’s with you, his heart feeling lightweight somehow. He’s drawn to you like the tide to the moon.

For someone as grand as Gojo, he loves so quietly. 

He can’t bring himself to say those words out loud, as if they carried a weight that threatened what you two have. Still, he doesn’t know what to do with all this love; he never learned where to put it down. You can handle it, can you? The burden and the curse of being loved? You wouldn’t be scared to love him back, right?

So Gojo makes sure to show you his love in the most mundane things, so there’s no room for doubt just how tight he holds you in his heart. Midnight strolls to the candy aisle at the supermarket. I love you. A hand on the small of your back when you’re moving through a large crowd. I love you. Your fingertips brushing over his long white lashes while he rests his weary head in your lap under the cherry blossoms. I love you. 

It’s only when you kiss him one night, in the middle of the parking lot, that those big words get caught in his throat. Six eyes aren’t enough to comprehend the feeling in his chest when his big hands cup your face, as if he wants to hinder you from ever pulling away from him. It would be so easy to mumble his confession against your lips, but you already know. So instead he simply kisses you back, sweeping you off your feet when you lose your balance from being on your tiptoes. 

He smiles when you shush him with another kiss. He doesn’t need to say it out loud; you know, you’ve always known.

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Nanami’s confession is apologetic.

The words have been weighing on his heart until one night, they just fall out of his mouth. Maybe he had one drink too many, not enough to be drunk, but enough to loosen his tongue. His thumb rubbing over the rim of his glass, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his tie not so accurate anymore. He isn’t looking at you; it’s easier if his gaze doesn’t catch yours, if his eyes can’t wander to your lips. Your hands are next to each other on the bar counter, almost touching. He could close the distance so easily, but he’s aware that he wouldn’t be able to let go of your hand anymore.

“I’m in love with you.”

His voice is low, whisky-raspy. The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable; it’s a warmth that’s surrounding you like a veil. At this moment, it’s just you and him. In another life, this could have been so easy, couldn’t it? In a life where he doesn't have to worry about fighting curses, and the horrors humans are capable of, and about the day he might not come back home to you from work. He wouldn’t have to break your heart like that.

“So deeply, utterly in love with you.”

In another life, you could have had it all. The shared books on the nightstand, the matching rings on your fingers, the messy blankets in the morning. Maybe he was being greedy, yearning for this. He couldn’t help himself when you tugged on his heartstrings like that. He tried to fight it, this attraction to you; but the more he tried to keep his distance, the more he yearned for a glimpse of your attention. Your bright smile from the other side of the room–it should have been enough. And still…

“I hope you can forgive me.”

Was it really greed that made him cradle your face in his palms, gazing into your eyes before leaning in for a kiss? No… no. But he knows he can never let go of you now, not when he tasted the sweetness of your lips. Not when you kiss him back with such hunger, years of yearning unraveling in this very moment. Not when forgiveness lies on the tip of your tongue, asking to be devoured. All he can do is hope that when his time comes, you’ll let him pick up the pieces of your broken heart and that the light of your love will guide him somewhere south; back to the warmth the two of you feel in this very moment with his lips on yours. 

❦ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀

Higuruma has no doubt in his heart regarding his feelings for you. They’re clear as day to him. His heart leaps in his chest when you enter a room and your laughter washes away all of his exhaustion for a bit. 

He studied you from afar for a long time; he can read all of your small gestures and expressions like a language only you and him know. The way your tongue pokes out between your lips when you’re in deep focus, reading over a file from a case you’re working on with him. Your fingertips picking up a tiny piece of lint from his suit before you enter the courtroom together and the small smile playing on your lips when he looks over his shoulder to catch what you’re doing. That one strand of hair that seems to be loose no matter how often you try to tuck it away, much to your annoyance and his adoration. 

“I’d like to ask you out.”

His words are as clear as his intentions. Higuruma is a straightforward man, not brash but gentle in his own way. With him, you don’t have to wonder what's between you two, he’ll tell you what’s on his mind and he’ll expect the same from you. Never pushy, but longing for connection, for mutual understanding. He sees no point in hiding his feelings and he knows you’re clever, you’ve probably had them figured out anyway. 

Higuruma and you have to face them daily, the abysses of the human mind. It’s easy to let your heart go cold over them, to lose a bit of your own humanity. And yet, when your eyes meet, it’s all forgotten. It’s like he can see the essence of your soul and you can see his and it’s all golden; so golden.

You don’t pull away when his fingers weave between yours one night when you leave the office together. He feels a sense of relief wash over him in this moment, not because he was afraid that you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings, but because his world got a bit brighter in this moment, a bit warmer. He missed this for much longer than he’d admit.

To Higuruma, loving you comes easy. It feels as natural as breathing. It calms him, as if you’re the eye of a storm. And so he doesn’t even hesitate to say those words out loud, almost stating them like a matter of fact, and sealing them with a kiss. Guilty of loving you.

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Moments of Kisses with SKZ

SKZ x Reader - 8 short scenarios suggestive wc: 827

✧˖°🌹Chan

‘One more’, Chan breaths into your open mouth, pressing his lips against yours with the soft force that carries him through life. 

If you had the ability to breathe, you would inhale him with all he has to give. You know he would let you. 

‘May I return to this for the rest of my life?’, he asks with his gentle hand on your jaw, tracing along your cheeks as if he was the embodiment of a comfortable summer breeze. 

‘Even then you’ll ask for one more’, you chuckle.

‘I am sure of that’, he agrees with his shy, almost embarrassed smile. 

✧˖°🌹Minho

It’s only one tear, one tear that rolls down his cheek, while his eyes remain stoic. 

You catch it with the tip of your finger, placing a kiss on the exact spot it touched his skin the last. 

A simple action has always been enough to cause Minho to switch on his hedonistic side, diving into a kiss with you as if were the only thing that could ever make him feel happiness again.

‘I’m not going anywhere’, you laugh when he takes a frustrated break to breathe. 

He nods, seriously. You are not going anywhere. Happiness is not going anywhere. 

✧˖°🌹Changbin

It is sleep that he longs for while fearing it. The trouble of relying on something so unreliable causes only distress. Distress can only be solved by relaxation. He stresses out about being relaxed. Ironic. 

Then you appear and lay your head on his shoulder, your arm around his middle, minimalistically caressing his waist. It is impactful. 

‘Lie down’, you instruct and he obeys with full trust, gladly letting you tell him what to do, so that he doesn’t have to waste worries on the task of decision making. 

Facing you so closely changes out the script his mind follows. 

Chasing your lips turns out to be the easiest challenge in the world, for the time remaining the only challenge as sleep settles in quite incidentally. 

✧˖°🌹Hyunjin

You have felt his lips everywhere. He made sure that you memorize them with all your senses, with all of your physical being. He takes initiative to let you know he is here only for you, with only you in mind, with only you for all his intentions, yet your favorite way of kissing him is when it’s you who approaches him. 

His shock never gets old. It is as if he is surprised that you feel even remotely the same thing for him, that he gets to be loved exactly in the way he understands to love. And when his cheeks burn in shock and shyness, realization sinking in every time again as if you wouldn’t have already let him know all of you being here only for him, you just have to playfully kiss over his whole face. The mutual giggles are happily dancing through the air as an echo of your touch.

✧˖°🌹Jisung

You hear his heartbeat. You feel his breath. You taste his lips. 

‘Look at you’, he whispers in a moment of collecting composure. 

There is no way to see yourself in the dark corner of the hallway, caged by Jisung and the walls. You can sense your beauty in his demeanor and something beyond confidence rushes through your body. 

✧˖°🌹Felix

His hand kisses are silly. His forehead kisses are safe. His cheek kisses are sweet. And his neck kisses hot. But when his lips touch your lips it’s peaceful. The world turns silent and calmth settles in. It’s a vacuum he has the ability to create. It puts your existence into perspective and allows you to live on from every kiss with more clarity, in tune with your reality and a bit more aligned with yourself again. 

✧˖°🌹Seungmin 

Let him be a fool. Let him play with you. Let him mock you, make fun of you. He will return desperate at the end of the day, desiring nothing more than your kisses to be assured that you understand him, that his humor is not too much, that he isn’t. Use his jokes against him. Mock him in your sweetest tone. Play into his amusement. He will shut you up with his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss with all the depths of his appreciation for you being able to live meeting him on the same wavelength.

✧˖°🌹Jeongin

It’s his clothes you’re dressed in at day time. It’s his kisses you’re dressed in during night time. He makes sure that you are feeling the familiar safety he has to offer during every second of your time with him. There is no way he'd leave you unattended at the risk of feeling lonely in this world. And when his clothes only cover you externally, his kisses go straight through your physical vessel, raining over your soul like shooting stars, manifesting as hidden gemstones, ready to be discovered in moments when you are losing hope.

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[devosin]

PROLOGUE — are you seriously doing this over text ?!

warnings: scaramouche pov, break-up scene, kazuha x scaramouche, depictions of a panic attack, self hatred, insecurities, being referred to as 'unlovable', breaking objects, depictions of anxiety, melt down(?), written portion below.

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Scaramouche stared at his phone, blankly, waiting—no, praying for a response, turning his phone on and off, only to be met with a blank screen. The panic had settled in awhile ago, making home in his anxious mind, yet now a feeling of dread washed over him.

He was currently hunched over, on the floor, with each moment that passed, his senses heightened, suddenly the air felt too heavy to breath in, his lungs felt small, the silence in his room that he often favored was now too overbearing, the dead of the night made his anxiety worse—his insecurities rouse up to the surface, for a second his mind gave him the peace of silence, the freedom, the deception of calmth—yet within moments, memories replayed themselves in his head.

His previous doubts, failures, dreadful moments of paranoia, crept to the surface, and the previous insecurities that drowned him, so much so that it led to this very moment in time, had submerged him.

For a second, he heard the sound of a notification—for a brief moment, the world surrounding him slowed down, and he could finally breathe, only to be met with some random delivery update . . In a blank fit of rage, he threw his phone across the room, trying to distance himself as much as he could from the wretched device.

You know, sometimes he wished he was normal, and could just handle things like a normal fucking person. And just handle rejection and failure, but he wasn't normal . . he will never be normal.

He curled into himself, giving his body a break, it felt like a boulder had crashed over his entire being. Scaramouche tried to breathe only to choke in the process, only then did he realize he was hyperventilating, tears falling from his useless eye sockets, he carelessly rubbed the tears away, only for more to come out.

It felt like the dam, held together by glue and sticks, had finally broke, and so did all those stupid walls he had made. He wasn't an emotional person, emotions are pathetic but he had buried these feelings of insecurities for so long, that there was only so long until he'd break.

To be fair, he knew his actions would catch up to him, he knew his flaws made him unlovable, yet he hoped, he had moment of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could still be loved trough all his scars, but those scars made him who he was, and who he was, was an unlovable freak.

Scaramouche took a shaky breath, his hand grasped the locket placed so carefully around his neck, and he tugged, pulled, until the thin chain ripped, and he threw it, as far as he could, yet everywhere he looked there was traces of him. . . and no matter how many things he broke, no matter how many things he threw away . . he would never fucking escape the reminders, that he lost something that made him feel whole, and that he was truly a freak of nature.

Scaramouche woke up, somehow he had fallen asleep in the middle of the floor, his eyes swollen, bloodshot, he could really use some coffee right now . . or alcohol . . anything that could briefly erase this mess of emotions, he got up off the floor, inspecting the damage in his bedroom, and some part of him was grateful that his roommate was away for the week.

"where's my fucking phone?", he muttered to no one in particular, his voice came out raspy, and only then did he realize how dry his throat was . . he should really drink some water. . and eat something while he's at it, since he didn't bother eating the take-out he ordered last night.

Scaramouche lifted up his phone, the screen now cracked, the damage a reflection of his outburst from last night, he broke the screen protector a couple days ago too . . he tried turning on the wretched device, it was brand new and he did not look forward to fixing the damage.

'why isn't it fucking turning on?!?!' he wondered, about to throw it again, for good measure . . . Great, something else good he lost last night.

Scaramouche looked around the room again, his shoulders slumped, he couldn't find the locket Kazuha gave him, it disappeared into thin air, lost . . he felt like crying again, his eyes watering as the emotions that plagued him last night slowly rose up to the surface once more.

Yet all he could do, this time, was tiredly letting it take over, letting the world fade as he allowed himself to drown in the sea of his own consequences.

Kazuha is the one of the two or three people Scaramouche 'really' opened up too, and that resulted in Kazuha making a lot of excuses for Scaramouche's emotional outbursts.

Scaramouche would often let his insecurities take over, and question Kazuha, it wasn't something that was too bad in the beginning, but as Scaramouche got closer to Kazuha, and their relationship grew more long-term, it definitely got to an obsessive point.

Kazuha is aware that breaking up over the fucking text was really stupid, but he really didn't think he could handle doing it in person, he also knows he should've communicated more.

THIS ISN'T ABOUT HIM !! — After a rough breakup with your long-term partner and highschool sweetheart Diluc, you met Kazuha, you're current boyfriend. The two of you bonded over your past relationships and chose to heal together. However, things start going array as individuals from your past, come back to meddle with your newfound peace.

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J/c and things you said too quietly 👉👈🥺

Oooh this is a good one!

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She had always enjoyed the quietness that followed after their dinners, there was this peace seeping through her tension loaded veins as no words were spoken. A calmth in the atmosphere that allowed her restless, commanding mind to take a break from reality. Her eyelids had gotten heavier since they both had closed their mouths. Had it been any other night, she would have exclaimed that it was time to call it quits as they found their way to the door. but this time she was glued to her chair, exhaustion taking her over. A sympathetic smile formed on his lips, he got himself to the other side of the table and took her in his arms. Hugging her so much more tightly to his chest than he should, experiencing the soft tickle of her lazy breaths over and over again, untill they arrived at her bedside. Her head rolled to one side as it got in touch with her cushions. His heart skipped a beat. ''Sleep well Kathryn." He mumbled, wandering to the doors after ordering the lights to go out. ''I love you."

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This was so much fun to do! Thanks for the prompt @frogsmulder!!❤

Prompts list

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[alexclrmontdiaz]

Very recently I finally started writing my new AU that is (loosely) based on "The Cruel Prince" written by Holly Black. It includes Fae Prince Henry and human Alex that was trained to fight and kill and hides daggers in his boots, who eventually has to protect Henry from an increased threat to the (fae) royal family. It's still very much a Work in Progress so please be nice 🥺

Alex waits a few beats after Ambrose has rounded the corner before he whirls on Henry, with a storm brewing deep inside of him. “Don’t ever give me commands again,” Alex snarls at Henry, who in turn glares right back at him. “You also do not get to call me Alexander.” If Alex is a raging storm, Henry is cold calmth itself.  “I wasn’t going to let you kill him.” “He attacked me first, it would have been what he deserved.” “You provoked him.” “I only told him the truth, one of the things that you Fae love so much. Thereby, he hit you and didn’t listen to the fact that you said no, I will not just stand by and watch something like that happen.” He watches something flash over Henry’s face, but it’s brief and it is quickly replaced with that royal indifference he seems to wear so well. Alex wants to tell him that it doesn’t suit him very well, that he liked Henry much more with that soft, blissful look on his face when Alex unraveled him. “I appreciate that,” Henry says and Alex catches the genuinity in his voice, “but it doesn’t mean that you need to put a dagger against his throat.” “You could just thank me, you know?”

[definegodliness]

Strange, how it works; how people capture a place in your heart. The prolongation of time has nothing to do with it. You can spend months and years with a person, trying, and they will never chip the surface, but if there is one minute wherein your ego pushes aside your heart or soul when it is willing, that minute will haunt you forever.

Uncannily, destiny at its arrival will feel almost palpably threatening. Like the Sword of Damocles dangling above you at the horse-hair's snapping; when you cannot open your chest to be pierced, and would rather catch the sword to slay everything that feels like an enemy.

Destiny will come at a time when, weaponized, you will feel peace. When, rather than dead, you would choose to be the bringer of death; forgetting you can live, cleaved, pierced, and tardily bringing forth a left hand, and a right hand, to cup a face and clutch two cheeks. You could finally live, dying, with a face in your hands.

Then, whose face do you see?

Destiny will come, and it will teach you calmth, and knowing; that whatever sword will fall on you cannot cause you suffering, for all that you will lose is illusory; mere figments of the reality beyond the throne whereon you chose to be seated. Yet there is this final grasping into what should be aether, that is not aether. When all strength dwindles into one last act of humanity.

Whose face do you see?

[ask-healthy-light]

With a quiet chuckle of disbelief, Luna sincerely told Frost that she would never have expected her to try sending a letter like this, and she was incredibly impressed by her initiative, but also her ability to send it with very little practice or experience; and as a bright blush grew upon Frost's face as she shyly tried to hide, Luna said she did an amazing job, but she would take it from here.

Before she gave her the letter she wrote, however, Frost kindly asked Luna whether the paper scraps she had used could still be of use to anybody, to which she just briefly shook her head, before she stopped herself, and nodded, instead; for while nobody in the Empire could use this torn parchment, she hoped Shining Armour would understand the idea she had in mind with the frozen scraps of paper.

It took some time for Frost to piece together the idea Luna had in mind, but before she was able to confirm her thoughts, Luna had already sent away both the scroll she wrote, as well as the shredded parchment, before she politely suggested to head downstairs again; and Frost nodded in silence, but as they flew back to the Great Hall, Frost was still thinking about Luna's idea for the torn paper.

To her mild annoyance, Luna merely said that she figured she would see soon enough, but for now, it was wise that she did not tell her anything, lest Cadance realise she was trying to hide something; and she softly added that since it was her idea to send the frozen scroll to Shining, she would not dare put Frost in harm's way, and if anything somehow managed to get out, she could take the blame.

Now that she was greatly reassured, Frost smiled warmly again, and just as they stepped through the doors to the Great Hall, she quietly thanked Luna for her kindness, when Cadance politely asked the two if they were all right, as they were gone for a while; but although Frost was caught off-guard, and nervously started stuttering, Luna gently placed her wing in front of her, and solemnly nodded.

Per Frost's request, she continued, she would not utter a word about what they had discussed, as it was rather sensitive material, and it would not only break a promise she had made, it would also be terribly impolite; and to Frost's astonishment, which she narrowly managed to hide with a slow nod, Cadance just smiled, and wished Frost the best, before she offered her to take a seat for some tea.

In response, Frost rubbed the back of her head as she slowly backed away from the Royals, until she felt Luna gently grab her claw, wearing a sweet smile on her face, which calmed her heart and mind, and allowed her to join her beloved to meet the Royals and their friends; and when Luna was finally in Frost's embrace again, she felt her heart grow warmer, when she realised the warmth was twofold.

The smile on Luna's face swiftly brightened in response to the calmth that she felt flowing through her Daughter, even over such a great distance, which she figured was due to the comforting presence of her friend yet again; and now that knew that Nox was in safe hooves, and that she felt this warm and safe, so much so that she felt what she felt from so many leagues away, Luna was able to relax.

Back in the Dragon Lands, meanwhile, Light and Nox had been marvelling at the clear skies overhead, as well as the countless stars they were now both able to see, until they heard the sound of hooves galloping towards them; and when they were snapped out of their focus, and looked whither the sound came from, they saw Shining running towards them, with a pair of scrolls hovering close behind him.

The only relief they felt was the reasonably calm expression on his face as he slowed down, when he stopped right in front of them, and said that he had received a message from Frost and Luna, adding that he had forgotten to let Cadance know he had arrived; and he asked them if they had a quill and ink, as he had a feeling she wanted him to use the frozen paper she had sent along with the letter.

In turn, Light pointed to a pouch on the side of their satchel, before Shining fled, and shouted:

"No time, in the Mountains, letter, cold, thank you!"

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Heya! Can I please request a fic with bronn? Where the reader teases him all day to try an make him let his control slip an it ends with rough smut like biting an dirty talk

Aight, here goes nothing, sorry if this sucks.

He sleeps in, like he always does. He is home, so he can exploit the calmth, you suppose. Yet somehow you don't think a kinght such as he should really let his guard down like this.

So you hatch a plan.

You tuck the sleeping furs away and find your sleeping knight hard below. You don't have to wonder what he is dreaming about. He rolls his hips in his sleep and groans softly. You smirk, crawling under the covers to kiss at his thighs and cock. Though you don't take him into his mouth. Bronn groans again, but does not seem to rouse. You huff and bite his thigh. Another sharp groan sounds from him, but still he does not stirr. "Very well, you asked for this." You hiss, giving his cock a firm likc and then huffing out of the bed chamber.

Bronn comes into your study only fifteen minutes later. And you can just feel he is supremely grumpy. "Good morning, my love." You get up and kiss his cheek. You cup his crotch for a good squeeze, though right after, you leave your study.

You keep this up, all day long. You give him a taste of your affection and then you leave. And eventually it turns into a game of cat and mouse. Every time Bronn has found you, you reward him with a little bit more.

Until Bronn has had enough.

Late in the afternoon, Bronn finds you in the Godswood.

"What are you playing at?" He growls. You feel the steel of his dagger against your throat. You shudder in delight. This is what you want from him. "What do you mean, my love?" You cooe. You are going to test his limits. And you know he will fight back. But that is what you like. His dagger cuts ever so carefully into your throat, drawing a few drops of blood. You moan and squirm a little, rubbing your arse against his crotch. Bronn groans loudly.

"Don't fuck with me." He growls in your ear. "Not, but how else are you supposed to get me with child?" You purr. A few more drops of blood dribble down your throat. You have Bronn well and pissed off now. Perfectly where you want him to.

He begins rucking up your skirts with one hand. The other still holds the dagger to your throat. You smirk and push back on him some more. Bronn swears under his breath. "My breeches." He barks. "Yes, my love." You cooe. You reach behind you and undo the fastenings of his breeches. "Get my cock." Bronn growls. "Yes, my love." You cooe again.

You fish his cock from breeches, slowly jerking him off, even though he is already full hard. Bronn groans darkly. His fingers easily find your clit and he rubs you, hard and fast. You whimper, it hurts a little, but the pleasure is greater.

"I need you wet." Bronn barks.

"Yes my love." You demure. You are already dripping. Bronn plunges two fingers in your wanting core. You can't help a loud moan. Bronn swears loudly. "You are already gushing, you little whore." He snarls. He lines himself up after having pulled out his fingers. You tense momentarily, anticipation drawing your muscles taut. Bronn cares little for the state of you. He just needs to fuck you.

And fuck you he does.

He lines his cock up with your dripping cunt and shoves forward. He pushes himself all the way home in one fell thrust. You cry out in pleasure. "Gods." Bronn grunts, slowly pulling back out, almost all the way.

And then he starts fucking you. There is no mercy about it. He is ploughing you with all the frustration he has got. And you can only moan. This is exactly why you do what you do. Your Lord husband is beyond all control and that is what you were aiming for. It is so good when he goes in no holds barred.

His fingers bunch in your skirts. He pulls the cloth so hard he almost tears it. And he fucks you so hard you can barely stand upright. Not to mention the noises are obscene. You moan from the top of your lungs. The servants will certainly know. But you don't care, this is exactly what you want.

This is precisely why you love pushing your husbands buttons.

[puzzlebean]

Why do you think Oscar can win a race?

I have a couple of reasons why I think Oscar has a chance of winning a race.

While I expect (and hope) Red Bull to be pretty dominant still, I think the rest of the teams have a chance of catching up this season. McClaren seems like one of the teams who were catching up in the latter half of last season with multiple podiums for Lando and Oscar and even the sprint win for Oscar.

Oscar had an incredibly impressive rookie season. If I am reading and interpreting the numbers correctly, he's had one of the best rookie seasons since Lewis. The fact that he managed to be on the podium for the Grand Prixs twice and won a sprint race is impressive. There's a reason he has won F3 & F2 and is one of the few drivers to win the championships immediately after each other. Yes there are some things Oscar still needs to grow in, like tire management, but I am confident he's more than capable of learning that and that in a second season he can show even more of what he's capable of. He's a good driver who I think has earned the respect of other drivers. And I think like many of the great drivers, he will only become better as his experience grows. The calmth he already has while driving is incredible, especially given the fact that he was only in his first year in F1 and is still young.

Of course we can never fully predict how a season will play out (there's many factors I can't assess as just a fan and many things that can change throughout a season) but I don't think it's totally crazy to think Oscar will win a Grand Prix and at the very least end up on the podium a few times.

[prideandperdition]

It's strange to think how I feel the complete opposite of how I felt on this day last year. Not as bad as it would become, but it all felt really unhappy. I lost count of the nights where I lay awake for hours. I'm kinda surprised about how much good this year gave me, and how much joy I feel in my heart right now. This calmth. It's all very welcome.