#i joked like 'starting to think you're hinting to get rid of me'

[flwrstqr]

⠀｡♡ ENHYPEN REACTION TO THEIR S/O KISSING THEIR FACE AND CALLING IT SKINCARE

(NOTES) bf!enha x gn!r && reaction, requested 🐰 dani notes: oh my gosh.. this was the cutest request i got ever !!

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

you lean in, pressing soft kisses all over heeseung’s face, starting with his forehead and working your way down to his cheeks. “what are you doing, baby?” he asks, a smile tugging at his lips, eyes sparkling with curiosity. you giggle, placing another kiss on his nose. “it’s your new skincare routine, handsome,” you reply teasingly, “100% effective.” heeseung chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “oh, really? that’s a pretty sweet method. i think i need some more, just to be sure,” he smirks, leaning in for another kiss. you happily oblige, leaving more playful kisses on his face. “my skin’s gonna be glowing after this,” he jokes. “good, you’ll look even more perfect, love.” he blushes slightly, holding you even tighter. "i guess i can’t argue with results like these.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

you gently cup jay’s face, pressing soft kisses all over his cheeks and forehead. “what’s all this, angel?” he asks with a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling in amusement. you grin, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. “it’s skincare,” you say playfully, “the best kind, guaranteed to make you even more handsome.” jay chuckles, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he pulls you closer. “oh, so that’s your secret?” he teases, eyes sparkling. “guess i’ll need this routine every day, huh?” you nod, planting another kiss on his jaw. “exactly, consider it your daily treatment.” he lets out a soft hum, his smile growing wider as he holds your hand. “well, in that case, i’m not complaining. feels like magic already, baby.”

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

you can’t help but lean in again, leaving another string of kisses on jake’s cheeks. he scrunches up his nose playfully, giggling, “hey, you missed a spot right here,” he points to his lips with a cheeky grin. you laugh, rolling your eyes but still giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “there, happy now?” you tease, and he beams, pulling you into a hug. “yep, skincare and a little bonus,” he says, his voice muffled against your shoulder. “i’m gonna have the softest skin in the world thanks to you, baby.” you smile into his hair, holding him close. “i should start charging for these treatments,” you joke, and he laughs, the sound warm and bright. “nah, you’ll never get rid of me, love. i’m signing up for the lifetime membership.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

you press soft kisses across sunghoon’s forehead and cheeks, and he blinks, clearly confused. “uh... what are you doing?” he asks, his brows furrowing slightly as you giggle and continue your little routine. “it’s skincare, hoon,” you say matter-of-factly, planting another kiss on his nose. he stares at you, processing for a moment, before finally breaking into a soft smile. “skincare… with kisses?” he repeats, still trying to wrap his head around it. “yup, 100% effective,” you tease, leaving another kiss on his jaw. he lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “you’re so weird,” he mutters under his breath, but there’s a hint of affection in his voice as he pulls you closer. “but if this is skincare, i guess i could get used to it, babe.” he leans in slightly, a shy grin on his lips. “i mean, for the sake of healthy skin, right?”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

sunoo chuckles softly as you press yet another kiss on his cheek. “baby, that’s enough… ack!” he squeaks as you quickly kiss the tip of his nose, then his forehead, calling it "skincare." he playfully swats at your hands but doesn't move away, his cheeks reddening. "seriously, you're gonna bite off my cheek or something," he laughs, his eyes crinkling as you smother his face with more gentle kisses. “i don’t think this counts as skincare, you know.” despite his protests, he leans into your touch, clearly enjoying it. “okay, okay, last one,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as you land a kiss on his lips. then, with a mischievous glint, he pulls you in for a soft, lingering kiss of his own. "my turn for 'skincare,'" he whispers, giggling.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

jungwon scrunches his nose as you plant a kiss on his cheek, then another on his forehead. “what are you doing?” he asks, amused but confused. “it’s skincare,” you say with a grin, placing yet another kiss on his jawline. he laughs softly, shaking his head. “baby, i don’t think that’s how it works…” but before he can protest further, you’re covering his face with more kisses. “okay, okay—enough!” he giggles, cheeks flushed, but he’s not really pulling away. “you’re so cute, but this isn't skincare.” still, when you stop, he leans in, capturing your lips with his. “let me show you how it’s done,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling you closer. "this is much better," he whispers, smiling against your lips.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

riki raises an eyebrow as you kiss his cheek, then his forehead. “what’s this all about?” he asks, a smirk forming on his lips. “it’s skincare,” you say, all serious, planting another kiss on his jaw. he snickers, leaning back. “oh, skincare, huh? well, maybe you should go into business.” he teases, poking your side as you continue to pepper his face with kisses. “but i think you're just using that as an excuse to kiss me,” he adds, grinning wide. “not that i’m complaining,” he says, winking playfully. you roll your eyes and kiss his nose, which makes him burst into a fit of giggles. “okay, okay, baby, that’s enough,” he laughs, but then leans in, his forehead against yours. “actually... i could use a little more 'skincare,'” he says before stealing a quick kiss from you, flashing you that smile.

[captain-mj]

09Soapghost heellll yeah. Captain MacTavish going uno reverse and going aha now you can’t get rid of me. Prepare to be made to heel

Draft

You got the psychic messages I was adding to the post

It started with the interrogation. That was it. With Ghost breaking that person down to nothing with Soap's help. If Soap gave a suggestion, which he did only when he wasn't sure he could stomach doing it himself so rarely, Ghost would do it.

Right now, he was running a flame over one of his knives, no doubt about to do something awful with it while Soap sat in front of the guy, waiting for the fear to build enough for him to back down.

And when Ghost put the burning red knife next to his eye, swaying it slightly like he might just drop it on him, he broke. He blabbered on and on and on about this and that and whatever. Soap took the important things down.

"Can I see my wife?"

Soap was just about to answer when Ghost did. He never spoke during things like this. Not wanting people to hear his voice. But Price had told him to kill the guy afterward and that was enough for him to not care. "Yeah. You can see her." He cocked his gun and put it between his eyes.

"My wife isn't dead." The man looked angry.

"Course she is. Suicide to be exact. Apparently a couple of our boys got a little rough. Made some comments. I wonder, did she kill herself to prevent being defiled or because she was afraid of being used against you? Which one? Did she love your country more than you? Just like you did her."

The man started to curse and sob and bitch in Russian.

Ghost let him for a moment, enjoying this Soap realized, before moving the sunglasses to the top of his head to uncover his eyes. "Look me in the eyes. I want to see you die."

The gunshot was loud and it echoed. And Ghost put the gun back in place.

"His wife is safe and sound in a house not too far from here. Why did you lie?"

"So when he gets to whatever afterlife there is, he searches for her for years, not know she just isn't there yet. I like the think the grim reaper is in on the joke and plays along."

"You're a sick fucking bastard." Soap said and meant it.

Ghost looked at him. And those eyes... stone cold dead. Nothing fucking there. On anyone else, they'd be gorgeous. Beautiful browns like several of the sweet little things Soap picked up at bars. But there was not a hint of emotion in those things at all. "You know I am."

That's when Soap realized that Ghost was a little feral. Demented even. Something was Fucking wrong with him.

It didn’t scare him as much as it should. His head gets a little fuzzy at the thought actually.

There were other moments. Times where Ghost would be a little more fucked up around him. Letting Soap catch him licking one of his knives or purposely dragging out someone's death for his own pleasure.

Somehow it was made worse by the moments of Ghost's humanity. HIs humming. His inane way of making tea and how he disliked coffee and his stupid jokes. It was at such odds with the way he looked at him, dangerous and mutant.

Until Soap found himself cornered by Ghost who was trying to tower over him despite their size difference being laughably small. Only an inch or so. And his shoulders weren't that bad, but they weren't much against his own. Riley just wasn't doing a good job of being intimidating, especially considering Soap had seen him do far better with enemies.

"MacTavish." He growled at him.

Soap looked at him. "Simon. Heel, boy."

Ghost stared at him blankly, only those dead black eyes looking at him.

"You're not getting rid of me, Simon. So go ahead and get used to it."

He scoffed like Johnny was the dumbest motherfucker ever. "You don't own me. Can't tell me what to do."

"Heel, Simon." Soap whispered at him, patting his side. "You're not going to get my attention like this."

Riley growled at him again.

"That's your problem. Can barely touch ya. You hide under that mask like a coward. So you skulk around and hope I'll kick you away."

Riley made a ragged noise and almost barked at him. "Fuck you."

"I'll kick you when I want." Soap hissed and shoved him to the side, noticing how he moved so easily.

That exchange was why he didn't feel as much as surprise as one would expect to find Ghost unmasked in his room late at night, knife in hand.

Soap looked at Riley, watching his breathing as ragged as it was. Looking at how he looked defenseless despite holding a knife. He flipped it in his fingers and held out the handle.

“Captain, I’d let you do anything to me.” His tone was steady, even maybe a tad breathless. There was no hesitation or pain in the admittance.

Soap frowned at him but his interest was undeniable piqued. “Anything I wanted?” He took the knife and dragged it along his jugular. Just letting him feel it.

It was the first break in the facade. A small painful sound. “Yes. Anything. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“For giving you this burden.” Ghost choked out. “Anything you want.”

Soap shouldn’t push. He knew Ghost didn’t say things like this lightly. But he did anyway. “Even sex? I know how you are.”

Ghost shivered but it wasn’t from fear. His pupils were blown and he reacted like he had not considered this option. “I haven't had sex in years. But if it would please you. I’d let you fuck me however you want. Even if it’s the same way they did. Even if it's worse. As long as it's you."

“You’d let me kill you.” Soap waited for something. A survival instinct of some kind. But Ghost licked his pretty lips.

“Johnny, if you asked, I’d beg you to. If that’s what you wanted.”

“Beg.”

Ghost gently grabbed the wrist that was controlling the knife as it went further down but still didn’t cut. He just needed the stability. “Please. Whatever you want. You want me dead? Do it. I’ll write up a note saying i asked for it. You want me kill someone for you and I will. Bleed me dry, Johnny. I’ll enjoy it.”

Soap looked at where he was clearly hard in his pants. “Should I get you off first?”

“If you think I deserve it.” Ghost exposed his throat for him, swallowing.

The knife hit the floor and Soap kissed him properly. Really kissed him. He dragged him up and out of the chair. Ghost sobbed against his mouth but he ignored it, instead laying him out over his desk.

Soap wasn’t cruel. He could be stern and mean but cruelness was never his thing. And in this moment, he wished nothing more to be cruel. To be able to rend Ghost down in a way that he clearly needed.

Instead, he undid his belt. "Simon."

"Yes, sir?" Ghost looked at him, biting his lip delicately.

"I am going to fuck you. Gonna let you sit there and just feel it. Be real good to you. And when I'm done, you're going to warm my cock under my desk."

Ghost softened, eyelashes fluttering. If not for the scars, he'd be model material. But Soap preferred him with the scars. "Thank you."

He kept lotion at his desk, something that Gaz usually teased him over, but it was perfect for right now. Using a generous amount to make it easier for him. One finger in and he already felt tighter than anything else Soap had fucked in... ever. "You weren't kidding. Practically a virgin huh?"

Ghost tensed up and Soap could feel it around his finger. "Hey, it's okay. I like it. Feels like I'm getting to break you in."

A sweet moan. "Yes. You want me to tell you how big you feel? I know you're probably packing. I'll even exaggerate. Tell you how you're breaking me."

"Only if that's what it really feels like." Soap assured, realizing just how much of a freak Ghost was. And subsequently how much of a freak he was himself, because this was all getting him going. Still, he worked him open until he could easily take three fingers and the lotion was starting to overflow.

Soap knew what he had. He had been turned down by a partner or two because of the size. And the way Ghost arched to keep taking it. Thighs trembling. It gave him a sense of satisfaction.

"I don't need to make you crave me. You already do."

"Yes, sir." He sounded strained but he managed the words.

"How do you feel?"

Ghost put his forehead against the soft wood. "Like you're breaking me." He shook and sobbed, but Soap knew if he pulled that pretty head up and made him look at him, there wouldn't actually be any tears.

A slow gentle push and pull. Soap didn't mind, the tightness and the pressure doing everything he needed. Ghost never asked for more. Though if it was because he was pleased, it was too much or he'd only take what he was being given was a mystery.

He abused his prostate. Mentally tallied how many times he hit it dead on as Ghost's body betrayed him. Causing his hips to cant up for more or his body to thrash until he fell against the desk like his strings had been cut.

And then Soap felt the tell tale tightening around his cock. Rhythmic and still desperate. "You came?"

Ghost nodded against the desk but didn't show his face. The back of his neck was a bright red.

"So the dead can blush."

Soap sped up a little, focusing on his own pleasure, and Ghost would clench every time he went all the way in, and then he came too. Deep inside so Ghost would struggle to clean it out.

Ghost got up and got on his knees. Soap gave him his shirt back so he wouldn't be half dressed.

"My life is yours." Simon Riley mumbled to him and the look he gave him was the same dead eyed stare as always.

Soap smiled at him anyway. "Thank you. It's a gift I'll appreciate."

For a brief moment, there seemed to be something like contentment in Ghost's eyes before closing his eyes and starting his job of pleasing his Captain.

[txrasbae]

no more hiding

pairing - tara chambler x fem!reader

tags - slight angst to fluff

summary - you find it difficult to love tara in public as much as you in secret and she notices immediately

word count - 1,296

A/N - woah guys my first fic...

the first thing tara thinks about when she wakes up is you. she practically worships you and you let her, most of the time.

it was the first sunny day of the year and you just had to take the opportunity to put on a tank top on instead of a t-shirt.

you always woke up earlier than tara so when she blinked her eyes open to see you in something that wasn't usual for you, she couldn't help but smile. "morning pretty" she said, her voice raspy and jumping an octave as she sat herself up.

you spin around dramatically right before walking up to tara's side of the bed and leaning in to kiss her. "mornin'." tara let out a soft hum into the kiss, bringing your head closer to hers with her hand.

you loved kissing her. it would be tragic if you didn't. but for some reason you couldn't bring yourself to kiss her in public. you couldn't get rid of that stupid nagging thought 'everyone's looking.'

so when the time came to be around tara and actually be her girlfriend around everyone else, you panicked. every. time.

you stood up straight and began walking back over to your dresser, getting out a necklace and starting to latch it as you spoke.

"maggie said she needed help with some gardening today. did you want to join us after you actually wake up?" tara lets out a soft groan, sinking into her pillow a bit more.

"that sounds like such a good time...if i liked the smell of dirt and the hot ass weather." you couldn't help but chuckle softly at her comment. everything she did was just perfect for you. even when you didn't look at her just the sound of her voice made all your problems float away for a split second and many after.

"alright alright. last time i try to spend time outside with you." you joke back while walking back over to the bed and slipping on a pair of worn-out shoes.

hours passed by that you were away from tara. she had spent most of the day helping train a group of kids.

you were in the middle of discussing some inventory checkups with olivia right in front of her house. a couple of others had been walking around the community, no one specifically focused on you unless you were talking to them. but all you felt were eyes on you.

you walked away from olivia and bumped into daryl, dropping the few cans of food in your hands. "shit" you mutter.

daryl grumbled out some indistinctive complaint as you knelt to pick up the dropped items. your eyes lifted up a little when you saw another hand grabbing some of the cans up and were met with tara's sweet brown eyes.

"hi there" you smiled softly and stood up. "hi" she said in response, matching your tone while also handing you the cans she helped pick up.

a moment of silence fell over the both of you. not awkward silence but a romantic silence as you both stared into each other's eyes.

"headed back home?" tara broke the silence, tilting her head in the direction of your house. you nod gently while speaking. "just to drop some stuff off..."

your voice almost trailed off once tara leaned in to press a soft peck on your lips, her hands gently holding onto the stack of cans in your hands to make sure they didn't fall.

you let out a soft gasp beneath her lips before she pulled away slowly, a wide smile on her face. the two of you began walking towards your house.

"what was that for?" your voice came off amused.

"just wanted to kiss you" she claimed bluntly with a hint of teasing in both her voice and grin. you gave her a soft nod in response and continued walking to your house.

both of you reached the porch and before tara opened the door her eyes shot back to you with a flicker of playfulness in them. you tilt your head in confusion.

"why are you giving me that look...." you mutter out, earning a smile from tara.

"you're just... pretty" she breathed out, stepping a little closer to you. all you could manage to do was smile widely before she pressed her lips to yours.

her hands wandered to your waist and pulled your body closer to hers from below. small giggles were exchanged between the kiss along with the feeling of each other's lips curving into smiles.

it was like your head went completely blank when she kissed you. nothing running through your brain when her soft lips melted into yours.

your head tilted a little, letting her nose fit between your nose and your under-eye like a puzzle piece. her hands were still running up your back while yours stayed holding onto the cans of food right in front of you. this made it a bit more awkward for you two but it didn't matter, you were almost in a trance cast by her lips.

that trance quickly wore off when two cans clattered onto the wooden porch. both of your lips tore apart at the sudden noise.

"shit!" you almost hopped back at the sound but quickly began laughing when tara did. god, her laugh.

your brain was still a bit fuzzy as you glanced around. that's when all the anxiety and thoughts and not-empty-brain-like things came back.

the second you looked to the side it felt like everyone who walked by was staring at you and tara. of course they weren't but it's like your brain was telling you that they wanted to give a judgmental look. without thinking, you picked up the two cans and walked inside your guy's house. the sudden switch in the air caused her to rush in behind you. she could see the fear on your face. behind your eyes. she read you a little too well.

"hey hey what's up? what was that?" her hands reach to hold your shoulders while you tried to pace around.

"n-nothing it's nothing i'm fine i'm good" you quickly reply, panic laced into your words while you paced back and forth.

"you're clearly not fine or good, y/n what's wrong?" she stopped you from pacing, one hand on your waist and the other on your shoulder. your breath was a little shaky as you slowly calmed down.

"do you...do you ever feel like everyone's watching us? because it feels like everyone's watching us." your voice almost trails off. tara just stared at you with a confused expression on her face. babe...what?" she questioned, a genuine bit of offense coming through her voice.

"what like everyone's judging us or something?" you nod. "no. i don't...wh-why do you?" your head went a bit foggy at her question. at the entire situation actually. you nodded slowly, swallowing a hard lump in your throat.

she held your waist a bit tighter, a silent way of giving you reassurance. "no one is judging you or me y/n..." her voice was soft and soothing but still slightly humorous.

"even if they were, why would it matter?" she breathed out into a short laugh. one of her hands now rested on your cheek.

"i know...i'm sorry i'm sorry i shouldn't have even worried about it-" you almost started to ramble on an apology but tara cut you off.

"your kidding right? don't be sorry" she pulled you into her body with her arms crossed over your back tightly.

her nose was buried in your hair as the two of you embraced.

tara pulled away for a second to just look at you, taking in your features. she seemed to do that a lot

@midnightsxblues @aurasplanet @emswritingsstuff @rositastara @cosmowitch133

[scekrex]

I swear, you can't get rid of me, dude.

Another prompt ✨ Adam and reader playing a "What do you meme" game but it's DIY with instead of actual meme pictures, it's reaction pics of either of them, some of Lute, Sera, Emily and other angels (But mostly them). The reader pulls out a card he made specifically for this occasion that read "When you're playing a game with your partner, but suddenly someone interrupts it to propose" Adam being the dumb bitch that he is doesn't realise anything and searches for an ideal card, the card probably being:

When he finally goes to put the card into the table, he sees the reader on his knee with a nice velvet box, a shiny golden band with a sapphire in the middle and Adam just disconnects from the server, blue screen, the equivalence of this gif:

You say that like I want to get rid of you, nah bitch ur stuck with me now. Also: another crack fic whoop whoop (even tho the ending turned out super soft n cute imo) also Adam's basically me. You have to say that shit straight up to my face otherwise I'll think ur joking lol

I'm liking it better with you

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, yet another crack fic

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

If someone would've told you that you'd spend your afterlife with the Adam, you would've called them insane, yet there you were.

Adam was sitting on the couch across from you while you had made yourself comfy on the armchair, between the both of you was a small coffee table and on that table was a card.

‘When you realize the song you always skip is actually fire.'

You giggled to yourself as you played a picture of Lute. Her face was scrunched up and the expression on it basically screamed ‘I was wrong but won't admit it'.

That picture was from when Lute had lost a bet against Adam that had involved you and him hooking up - it was from before the two of you had started dating and was old as fuck but that didn't make the picture less funny.

Adam grinned as you played the card, then he raised an eyebrow, “That’s the best you have to offer, babes?” You simply shrugged, “What, you think I'd play shitty on purpose? C’mon you know me well enough to know that I won't settle with anything less than the closest thing to perfect.” Adam was too focused on the game to understand the hint and to be honest you couldn't really blame him, so you continued the game without another word about it.

You picked the next caption card.

‘When you're cutting wrapping paper and the scissors start to glide.’

Adam was quick to slam a matching picture card on the table, it was a picture of him putting his index fingers together - he accidentally formed an A with his hands - his facial expression was giving praying vibes with his closed eyes and the slightly up tilted chin.

You remembered the day that picture was taken on so clearly, Adam had been in an argument with Lute, she wanted something from Sera and had asked Adam to pull some strings and Adam being the idiot he was had taken on the position shown on the picture right before he snapped at her, “Do I look like motherfucking God? Go talk to Sera yourself, bitch.”

“Fuck that's good,” you admitted quietly, unfortunately Adam had heard you, “Duh, I'm fucking Adam, of course I'm good at this game it features my fucking face and my face is fucking perfect.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the brunette who seemed quite proud of himself, “Yeah whatever Dickmaster, gimme another caption card.”

And so Adam did.

‘When your shampoo says ‘Damage Control’ but deep down you're still broken.’

“Getting personal now, are we?” you teased the taller man who shot you a playful smirk. He leaned against the backrest of the couch and put his arms up to rest on top of it, “Your words babes, not mine.” Oh that motherfucker, how you loved him.

You confidently played a picture card of yourself that time, it showed you passive aggressively slurping a milkshake that Adam had bought you only moments after someone's brat had knocked your ice cream cone onto the ground - ah good old times.

You vividly remember how pissed you had been, fuck, you remember how Adam had yelled at that kid to watch where the fuck she was going and then he had started to pick a fight with the mom and all that just because of some fucking ice cream. In the end Adam had managed to lighten up your mood by buying you that milkshake you were drinking in the picture you had just played. Adam had taken that picture to point out how cute your grumpy face looked, at the time you were not having it but looking back at it he kinda had a point.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing your munched up angry little face,” he chuckled as he looked at the picture of you. You stayed silent and played the next caption card, your hands were slightly shaking and by the love of God you hoped Adam was too distracted to notice. And luckily he actually was.

“The fuck is that?” he exclaimed confused as he read the card over and over again, then he looked up at you, “The fuck does ‘When you’re playing a game with your partner, but suddenly someone interrupts it to propose’ even mean?” You shrugged and Adam went through all of his picture cards twice.

And while Adam had been busy picking a card to play, you had gotten out of your seat and were now down on one knee beside him. In your hands there was a little box that was covered in purple velvet and contained a shiny golden band and the most beautiful looking sapphire was gleaming at Adam. It had been hard to find a band made out of pure gold instead of the thing just being gold plated, but in the end you had found the perfect one.

Finally Adam looked up from the cards he was holding and slammed one onto the table, “Try to beat that, bitch.”

On the picture he was frowning, his mask covered his face so the frown was all LED mask but it showed his emotions pretty well, one of his hands was raised as if he were to make a point about something.

At first the brunette blinked confused at the empty chair across from him, then his eyes caught yours and the cocky grin that had sat on his lips so perfectly fell, it left an expression you weren't able to read. “Adam,” you spoke softly, slightly irritated by his reaction but still confident, “I’ve known you ever since I got here and while I'm aware that we spent little time together compared to how long you've been up here,” you continued and you really couldn't help but smile.

Adam on the other hand was completely silent, his expression was blank, there was no emotion on his face at all and it made you worry that this might've been too soon. But you simply inhaled deeply and spoke up again, “And I know that our future together will be even longer, it's not really eternity's thing to have an end after all, but-” you swallowed hard. Why wasn't he reacting, why wasn't he telling you to either quit it or hurry up like he usually did when you took too long?

You swallowed whatever negative feelings were bubbling up your throat and went on to confess, “But that's what I want, Adam. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side. I don't want to imagine life up here without you as my partner and I-” Adam made you interrupt yourself as he cupped your cheeks softly, his thumb carefully brushing over your bottom lip, “Keep going babes, I wanna hear what else you have to say.” You gave him a small nod, it took a moment for you to find your voice again but once you did, you finished your little speech, “I not only want you by my side as my boyfriend, but as my husband. So will you take this ring and marry me?”

Adam dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands were still cupping your face ever so softly as his lips met yours. The kiss was warm and soft, slow and almost lazy and Adam wasn't going to pick up the pace, not for that kiss at least. He wanted you to drown in the feeling of his kiss, he wanted you to drown in his love for you and equally he wanted to drown in your love for him. “Yes you little shithead,” the first man whispered against your lips followed by giving them a quick peck, “I’ll marry you.”

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also here r the pics they used as cards in order:

1)

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3) this is the one that inspired the reader picture card

4)

[privatehousesanatomy]

house and wilson cuddling early s8

omg this is so cute 🥺🥺 hopefully this is kinda the vibe you were hoping for!!

content includes : house and wilson early s8, small s8 spoilers but nothing bad, angst, eventual fluff, eventual hilson implications

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"I knew you'd show up," House spoke as he opened the door to his apartment. Wilson stood on the opposite side of the door, an annoyed expression now replacing the initial concerned one.

"You said there was an emergency," Wilson responded.

"That was just a test to see if you'd still come running when I call. Face it, Wilson. You can try and hate me all you want, but you'll never be 'done with me'." House said. As much as James wanted to protest and stand his ground that he'd moved on from being House's best friend, he knew that there was no point in arguing.

"You really haven't changed, have you?" he sighed, and House rolled his eyes in response.

"Oh, don't be like that. You really think a few months in the slammer was going to straighten me out? The only thing I got out of prison was this fancy new ankle bracelet," House said as he tugged his pant leg up a bit, showing off his ankle monitor. "Matches my eyes, don't you think?"

"House, this isn't a joke. Prison is not a joke."

"They're not going to send me back for making jokes about my ankle monitor, if that's what you're worried about."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

House sighed and finally stepped off to the side to let Wilson into the apartment, though Wilson was apprehensive to go inside.

"I don't bite, you know. Come in. I ordered a pizza, it should be here in about ten minutes. Monster trucks start in an hour and there's a case of beer getting cold in the fridge," House explained.

"So, you tricked me with an emergency to get me to come over to watch monster trucks? Is that right?" James asked.

"No, I tricked you with an emergency so I could disembowel you in the bathtub and watch monster trucks when I'm done," House rolled his eyes, the sarcasm dripping from his tone.

"Oh, well in that case, let me take my shoes off so I don't track mud on the floors."

"Thanks. My cleaner will appreciate it."

"You fired your cleaner over a year ago," Wilson raised an eyebrow.

"By cleaner, I mean the hooker that I plan to call after monster trucks are over to help me clean up your disemboweled body."

"Oh silly me. I should have known," Wilson rolled his eyes, but he finally made his way over to the couch and sat down in what used to be his usual spot. As much as a lot of things have changed over the months that House was in prison, James was surprised at just how natural being back in the apartment felt.

When the pizza arrived and the box was settled onto the coffee table with the lid open, James reached over and grabbed a slice.

"I'm surprised you stayed," House then spoke. There seemed to be the slightest hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"So am I," James replied as he took a bite of his pizza slice.

"Why did you?"

"I don't know...I guess I'm realizing that no matter how hard I try, there's just no getting rid of you," he sighed, shrugging his shoulders.

If House was being honest, those words did strike a nerve within him. He knew he wasn't always a joy to be around and he always made everyone's lives ten times harder than it needed to be, but to think that James was actively going out of his way to "get rid of him" stung in a way that nothing has ever stung before. Not even being dumped by Cuddy stung that much, and being dumped had led him to drive a car through the front of her house.

"Does my being in prison have to change things?" House asked.

"It changes a lot of things...House, you flew off the handle because you couldn't handle being dumped."

"So what? You're saying that I'm too mentally unstable to be around? She hurt me, Wilson."

"I know she hurt you, that's not the point. The point is how you chose to retaliate. You drove a car through your ex-girlfriend's house because she dumped you."

House knew that Wilson was right. He was always right, and that infuriated him sometimes. But that didn't change the fact that everything he's been bottling up for the last...well, his entire life was now bubbling up to the surface. He felt like he was about to explode.

"She hurt me!" House finally snapped. Everything was beginning to overflow now. "She promised that I was enough - that I didn't need to change who I was, and then she dumped me the first time I slipped up. Who does that? She just proved once again that I will never be enough for anyone!" he rambled, and he could feel those goddamn tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He didn't want to get emotional, especially not in front of Wilson, but that was proving to be a bit of a challenge.

Wilson sighed and looked away for a minute, trying to think of what to say. Finally, he drew in a deep breath. "I know she hurt you...but that doesn't mean that you're not enough for anyone."

"Of course it does! Even you were trying to get rid of me. I wasn't even enough for my own damn best friend."

Ouch. James sighed and shook his head. He wasn't entirely sure how to rectify the situation, but he knew he had to do something. Anything.

"House...I..." James started to speak, but House cut him off.

"Save it, Wilson. It doesn't matter. Just watch the damn monster trucks," he mumbled, sulking back against the couch cushions and letting his blue eyes fixate on the TV screen.

About twenty minutes into the monster truck jam, not a single word had been spoken between the two men, but when James glanced over at House, he could see the absolute exhaustion written all over his face.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked, and House scoffed.

"Just peachy."

"House..."

"I said I was fine," House snapped, and James frowned just a little.

"Fine...just know that I'm right here if you need me," he sighed, and House immediately whipped his head around.

"What?"

"What?" James raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, what the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you're my best friend. There is no getting rid of you, and I think I'm okay with that."

"Oh God, there you go being all sentimental," House groaned, pretending to gag. But deep down, he really appreciated it.

"Yeah, well, one of us has to be the sentimental one, right?"

"Right..." House mumbled, his gaze settling back on the TV for a moment before a hint of a smirk graced his features.

"I don't like the look on your face," James said, and House just shook his head. If Wilson was offering his support, then he was going to take full advantage of it. So when House leaned in and rested his head James's shoulder, James was shocked. "What...What are you doing?"

"You said you're right here if I needed you, right?"

"I did say that, yes."

"Well, I'm just making sure that there are no limits to that promise," House smirked, and he nuzzled his head against James's shoulder. Realizing the game that House was playing, James decided that he could play it too. So, he wrapped both of his arms around him.

"No limits at all," he replied, half expecting House to be immediately turned off from the game. However, neither of them seemed to move from their position, and not one single complaint was uttered.

"Right...no limits. Good." House then spoke, and he shifted his body a little to get more comfortable before he looked back at the TV.

By the time the monster truck jam was over, House and James were still cuddled up together on the couch, and James had even taken to running his fingers through the thinning, greying hair that House had on his head.

"This doesn't change anything, does it?" House then asked, looking up at James, who had a content smile on his face.

"I don't think so," he shook his head. But that was a lie. They both knew that this changed everything.

"Good...because I don't like change."

"I know you don't."

[tangyangie]

Hello!! I have a request if I may how about an s/o that has a crush on Karma and it's obvious but Karma always rejects them so s/o starts to move on and then that's when Karma realizes that he loves them.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 🍥

desc. karma x gn!reader that had a crush on him, but rejects them. they move on, when karma realizes his feelings for them.

notes. i'm not sure if this was supposed to have an ending or not so i just left it kind of... tell me if there's anything you want changed i totally will!

you were always teasing each other.

with the amount of time you guys spent flirting, it was inevitable that at least one of you would fall in love.

and, oh, i guess you were the lucky one.

you're constantly making suggestive jokes to each other. it's not your fault you were getting mixed signals.

you were crazy for him!! you thought he was too.

you even told all of the others in class.

"i think he likes me back, but i'm not sure."

"are you kidding?? he's totally in love."

at one point, you had been ready to confess. but, you got nervous. and crapped out.

you kept giving him hints, but he either never took them, or he ignored them. you couldn't figure out which.

it was so nerve wrecking. karma was impossible to read, so you had no clue if he actually liked you back or was just being friendly.

so... you decided to test the waters.

you passed him a note during class. wasn't out of the ordinary for you guys, but the contents were.

you asked him to go out for a picnic. you thought that you'd act super mushy and romantic, hopefully wringing a confession from him.

and.. your plan was beginning to work. karma agreed to meet you, and you were being really touchy.

he noticed the hints this time, as well as the heat on your face. he took a breath, and said:

"uh, y/n... you know i don't like you like that, right?"

...ouch.

you played it off like a pro, laughing and teasing him for even thinking that. but, god, did it hurt.

he noticed. your smile wasn't as genuine as normal, and your eyebrows were turning downwards.

luckily, you were able to escape before things got too awkward.

and you were not someone to laze around all day out of rejection. you moved to get past this, hopefully finding a way to forget about him and move on.

you surrounded yourself with other people. some people questioned why you weren't hanging out with karma anymore.

but you just didn't want your feelings to affect your relationship that bad.

so, after a few week, you successfully began to rid yourself of your crush. karma didn't look like anything more than a friend anymore.

and so... you exposed yourself back into the dating pool.

you met this one guy who you really liked, who seemed almost... similar to karma, in a way. he was quite possessive and teasing, but he was kind. (mostly)

karma definitely noticed.

"who's that?" he says.

"...what do you mean?"

"he's... never mind."

he'd walk away and separate himself from you once more.

but this time, it wasn't for the same reasons as before, no.

this time, it's because he had fallen for you the same way you did for him.

and he just now realized, when it was too late.

notes: i am sososoososssoSOOO sorry for how long the requests are taking you guys 😭😭 i have been so busy the last couple weeks and have had literally no free days... so i swear i'll get them out asap 🙏

[lilith-vodkaaunt-of-demons]

Danby Phamtom

ALRIGHT GHOSTS AND GHOULS

I finally finished Danny Phantom, and I think, as a wee lass I completely missed season three, because I genuinely did not know/remember that Danny got ice powers? Like, kind of out of nowhere. And if I'm being super honest...

They did a shit job telegraphing that. Like seriously? S3E2, Danny stumbles upon The Map to Infinity, and at the VERY END of the episode, FrostBoi says "He has more in common with us than he realizes." And I'm thinking "Oh yea, he's like, Prophesized Ghost Jesus or something, of course he has more in common with the ghosts." And then nothing for 4 whole episodes! Not a hint or inkling of anything, then

BAM!

Start of S3E6, Danny's got the shakes. Okay, that's interesting, maybe Danny has a Ghost Cold, or Ecto-Fluenza or something. It's not uncommon for these types of shows to do "Sickness has adverse effects on super powers" episodes, but no, it's ice for some reason. Still not really sure why Ice. Like, ice doesn't seem like a particularly ghostly power to me, outside of "Ghost cause a Chill" mythos. Lots of ice puns.

ANYWAY, season 3 seemed pretty okay to me. There's a little ick in some of the episodes. S3E1 was weird. It seems out of character for Plasmius to stoop to Danny's level, being a 40yo, and while Danny did the same to him, I'm still not really comfortable with the choice to have the Middle Age Bad Guy basically show the entire school Danny naked.

I can kind of see why a lot of people dislike Season 3, it often feels like it regresses characters to previous, less developed states for the sake of a plot when they could have just used a different interpersonal conflict that would have worked just as well...

However, I DO like some of the development shown in this season, like Johnny 13 and Danny having a kind of Frenemies relationship where they kick the snot out of each other but all in good fun. I actually wish we could see more of this, where Danny actually manages to befriend ghosts that were previously enemies. Like, can you imagine an episode where Danny senses a ghost, goes and finds out it's someone like, The Lunch Lady, and he's like "Doris, c'mon, we talked about this, you can't keep coming in here and bothering the Living lunch ladies just because you don't like what's on the menu. Let's go get some coffee and then we can go back to the Ghost Zone." That would be amazing and hilarious, plus, could you imagine the Lunch Lady haranguing Danny because "You're only skin and bones, Boy, you need to eat more. You'll never get big and strong if you don't eat enough!" The jokes write themselves!

Alright, to address the elephant in the room; Phantom Planet.

I want to say one thing. Yes, it's not very good, but I do kind of see where Sam, Tucker, and Jazz are coming from, I just think the writing about WHY they feel the way they do is bad. See, if you look at the Subtext of what the writers are TRYING to communicate, it's about the core of why people like Super Heroes. Yes, being special is cool, but it's about more than that. At the core of Super Herodom is a desire to be able to help people when they're in need in a world where more and more you're too busy keeping your own head above water to be able to help others.

This desire to help, mixed with the inability to do so creates frustration, and that frustration is exponentially increased when you see someone who CAN help either not help, or give up the ability to help.

There are entire shows I've stopped watching because the Main Protagonist is CONSTANTLY complaining about their super cool powers, and I absolutely hate that. I would do a lot of things to get super powers, and to see someone get them, and either complain about them, or even do what they can to get rid of them rubs me the wrong way because that is my dream. To be able to help people like that. I think THAT'S what they were going for with Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. They just did it poorly, like everything else in Phantom Planet.

[sof-writes]

make me sing (too) ; choi jisu

content warning: nsfw! intro longer than the actual smut, some profanities, some good old fingering. (shoutout to my vanilla girlies worldwide)

word count: 1684

a/n: it's been a looong time since I wrote something, so I'm sorry if this is kinda meh (took me 3 sessions to get this one done ngl). I kinda wrote a sequel to make me sing so I didn't have to think of an entirely new storyline lmao.

anyway still let me know what you think! also, if you notice any differences between my old works and this, please let me know. I feel like this is kinda lacking but I can't exactly put my finger on it. 🕵️‍♀️

The door to the studio opened slightly, causing you to swivel your chair. Your eyes caught Choi Jisu carefully peaking from behind, as if about to enter a forbidden area.

"Come on in" you said before directing your eyes back to one of your screens, carefully ordering the files you just recorded with Ryujin for the group's next comeback. "All the other members' parts have already been recorded so it should be easy to grasp the vibe we're going for with this song"

Jisu just hummed as she walked up to your desk, putting her iced coffee, which was kinda watered down due to the extreme heat outside, down on the corner of the glass surface before taking the free chair next to yours.

"So..." you started, shoving the piece of paper with the lyrics a little closer to her "I figured we could start with the lines in the first verse and then move on to the chorus" your eyes shifted from the paper to her face. Jisu just nodded in silence while biting her cheek, concentrated and seemingly lost in thought.

"Sounds good" she finally looked back at you, eyes meeting in a rather awkward manner– a little too much time passing without any word being said. By the way the corner of her mouth curled up in a seemingly amused way, she noticed it too.

"Like I said, you're the last one today so I think we'll be finished rather quickly" you said, trying to get rid of the unfamiliar awkwardness that hung in the air.

"Quickly?" she repeated while tapping her nails on the glass surface of your desk, presumably in an attempt to regain your attention. "Finish quickly?" she said once again, a hint of mischief evident in her voice. You sighed internally. Knowing Choi Jisu, she was about to make some lame joke or wordplay.

You looked at her once again, getting ready to roll your eyes at what was about to follow, but her face didn't look like she was about to tell another one of her lame jokes.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes a little and licked her bottom lip. "You know..." she started, leaning forward slightly as she lowered her voice "I heard Yeji finished very, very quickly too"

Time froze, your breath stopped. You shook your head once, as if trying to process what the hell Jisu just said.

"I—" you tried to speak, but your mouth was dry and you could literally feel your heart pounding in your chest.

So many thoughts were going through your head. Questions. Concerns. Worries.

First of all, how did Jisu know about what happened? Did Yeji tell her? Why the hell would she do that? Who else knew? This could literally be the end of your career.

"Don't worry" Jisu said while nonchalantly running a hand through her wavy blonde hair. It was like she could read your mind. "For as far as I'm aware, I'm the only one who knows"

Like that made things any better...

"And if you make it very quick with me too, then I promise not to tell anybody"

Now those words made you huff in disbelief. Twice. Before finally letting out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Are you seriously blackmailing me right now, Choi Jisu?"

The words didn't come out nearly as confident as you wanted them to. The dryness that had spread across your mouth and throat caused your voice to crack towards the end of the sentence.

Your eyes were fixed on her fingernails which traced the cupholder of her iced americano. The current situation somehow turning a normal gesture into something oddly sensual.

Her eyes tracked your line of sight "I mean" she tapped her index finger against the plastic cup a few times before redirecting her gaze directly back at you "Dropping hints obviously didn't work, did it?"

You huffed once more. Obviously. You were not trying to slip up by fucking one of your business relations again.

"Just what the hell do you expect me to say?"

"Gosh, I don't know?" 'Ride my fingers, get on my face, take off those clothes?' something like that could work"

She said it so casually. Like she had no shame. Like she didn't care.

You knew you had to try and talk some sense into yourself. Into yourself and into Choi Jisu. But you were so mesmerised by her boldness that you could literally feel your resolve crumbling down piece by piece.

"Sure then..."

The words came out before you could even realise.

"Take off those clothes" you added, almost as if daring her.

You once again found yourself in a situation where you couldn't believe what you were doing, yet you couldn't stop yourself either.

Jisu's hand, which you had been mindlessly staring at the entire time, left the plastic cup with a swift movement. She got up from her chair, your eyes now carefully tracking her actions in anticipation.

She started unbuttoning the lilac crop top she was wearing, revealing a white lacy bra underneath. The top elegantly slid down her delicate arms before falling to the floor of the studio without a sound.

Her arms didn't rest though, they quickly guided her fingers to the button of her jean skirt, then the zipper, and soon enough the skirt joined the lilac top on the floor.

When she hooked her thumbs around sides of her panties, your eyes shot up to meet hers again.

"Keep them on" you said, staring straight into her slightly narrowed eyes. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest.

Without any further words, you simply tapped your own lap. One simple action seemed to get your hint across.

Two steps were enough for her to close the distance. You felt her slender arm looking for support around your neck as she settled onto your lap.

From that moment on, everything went automatic.

Your right hand reached for her back, while your left hand grabbed onto her thigh, softly massaging the inside of it as she slowly started grinding down on you. Intense eye contact remaining unbroken.

Until she leaned in, that was.

It was different than it had been with Yeji. The sense of distance you had kept with the latter seemed non-existent with Jisu. The kiss was needy, urgent. Lips moving hungrily as if you were partners that hadn't seen each other in months.

Your right hand roamed her back, desperately looking for the hook of her bra while your tongue explored her mouth.

As you finally unhooked her bra, she pulled back from the kiss, gasping for air.

"Shit" she sighted as she steadied her heartrate, helping you take off her bra before slightly shifting in your lap, aligning her back with your chest.

"Already out of breath?" you joked, knowing damn well your physical condition was absolute shit compared to hers.

No reaction. Instead, you could feel her fingers wrapping themselves around your hand just to guide it to her damp panties.

Jisu stretched her neck, lips aligned with your ear, warm air hitting the shell of it every time she breathed out "I know I may not seem like that type..." her grip on your hand loosened "but hate small talk and jokes during sex"

That was your cue. Less talking, more action.

Your hands got to work, one tracing from her stomach to her chest while the other quickly found its' place under the moist fabric. And damn was she wet.

You dipped your middle finger between her lips to collect some of her undoubtedly delicious juices before starting to draw quick circles over her clit.

The moment you touched her, her head immediately fell back on your shoulder. "Oh God..." she moaned, the fact that her mouth was so insanely close to your ear making everything even more intense.

Your left hand grabbed one of her breasts, a perfect hand full, which caused her to sigh out again.

The way she was shifting around in your lap made it hard for you to hit her spot just right, but the angelic moans you were rewarded with each and every time you got close were more than enough to keep you going.

You could see droplets of sweat forming on the skin of her neck as her hand reached for yours, making you squeeze her breasts rather roughly.

"Don't stop" she urged, in English this time, her low voice sounding so unbelievably sexy. "Don't..." she repeated, as if you were ever planning on doing so.

The warmth of her body on top of you, the warmth of her breasts in your hand, the warmth between her legs, you couldn't get enough of it.

You were pretty sure her juices were leaking through her panties at this point, but you couldn't care less. All you wanted was to keep touching her, keep feeling her.

It seemed like she was trying to tell you something, but her stream of sweet moans made her words incomprehensible.

The first drop of sweat trickled down between her breasts and oddly enough, it seemed to motivate you to speed up your movements.

"Don't–" she managed to get out once more, before finally coming undone. One final load moan escaping her mouth before the muscles in seemingly her entire body started contracting violently.

As the wave of her orgasm washed over her body, she tried to steady herself by grabbing your arms. Yet at the same time, she was making it impossible for you to help her ride out her high.

Only now you realised how dry your throat had become. You swallowed once before letting out a deep sigh.

Her grip on your arms loosened as she regained her posture, one of her hands reaching up to her forehead to wipe away the beads of sweat.

"Yeji was right..." Jisu finally said, stopping mid sentence in order to get up from your lap. The sudden lack of her body weight making you realise just how much your top was drenched in sweat and your shorts were drenched in... Well...

"Yeji was right, you truly are insane"

[preciousbarnes]

I Bet You Think About Me (Tony's Version)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word count: 1k-ish

Tags: Angst

Inspiration: I Bet You Think About Me (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift, lyrics bolded and italicized belong to Taylor Swift

3 a.m. and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine

You laid in bed next to Tony, as he lightly snored, the noise filling the room of his bedroom in the penthouse he had just moved you into. You had been comfortable in your own place in Brooklyn, but it wasn't up to Tony's standards. At first, when the move-in talk began, his reasonings were "you deserve better", and "its not safe there, there was a mugging down the street!" But those remarks, after your refusal, turned into "honey, its embarrassing to me that you live there" and "you really want Happy driving all the way there and back almost every day for you?"

His shame hurt the most.

Brooklyn wasn't good enough for Tony Stark. He wanted someone from Manhattan or New York proper.

So here you were, all moved in and items put away. Living right in downtown New York City was a big change. It was brighter, louder, faster than your little corner of Brooklyn.

You curled to your side, bringing your legs to your chest and curling your arms around them to be in a position reminiscent of a fetal position. You allowed yourself to focus on Tony's breathing, thinking it would calm you. Instead, it made you more aware of the juxtaposition of Tony's comfort and your weight of shame and sadness.

But reality crept in, you said we're too different You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes

"I want to go back to school, and try to start my own business", you told him one night over dinner. He choked on his expensive wine you didn't even know how to pronounce the name of, which at first you thought was an accident until the choking sounds morphed into laughter. He was laughing at your goal. It was funny to him.

Your heartbreak must have began to show on your face before you could school your expression into indifference. His cold hand reached across the table and grabbed yours, sending a chill up your arm from the temperature difference.

"Sweetheart, there's no reason for you to work. And business starting doesn't usually work out for people like you," he said as he sipped his wine once more.

"People like me?" You asked, not understanding and laughing awkwardly, trying to get rid of the tenseness that had begun enveloping the room.

In response, he rolled his eyes a bit and gave a condescending smile before chuckling and saying "Average people, darling. Business starting only works out for people with a way in, with some ingenious ideas."

Mr. Superior-Thinkin' Do you have all the space that you need?

"Hey Tony, where are my things?" You asked upon his arrival back to his penthouse after spending the last few hours trying to find where your things had been moved. You assumed that maybe a cleaner had gathered things up to clean and must have moved them to a spare room or something. Nothing prepared you for what was about to happen.

"Oh, I was hoping to avoid this. I thought you'd get the hint and JARVIS could just inform you if you asked anything. Well, this isnt working out. Having you live here with me, its too crowded, too much. We're too different, its better to end things now." He told you, avoiding eye contact as he hung his suit jacket in the coat closet and took off his tie from the day of meetings he had.

"Its better to end things? You knew how different we were. I gave up everything for you. I gave you everything I had. Everything." You cried, eyes blurring with tears. At this, he snorted with a small laugh.

Everything? He asked with a chuckle, pouring some scotch into a glass. What have you possibly given me? It's been me doing the giving, dollface.

This broke your heart even more. He didn't even remember?

"Tony, I gave you my first, I gave you my heart and soul and body and you don't even remember?" You ask, in sobs.

"Listen, you were bound to lose it sometime, and we don't live in fairytales, it doesn't always work out" he said crassly.

You sobbed openly at his callousness. He was unaffected. He turned to walk to the bedroom you once called yours too, calling to you over his shoulder.

"I was able to get your old apartment back for you, I paid the security deposit and three months rent to give you some time to find a job again and as thanks for our time together. I'll see you around, maybe," he said loud enough for you to hear as he walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

A thanks for your time together? Some kind of thank you, you thought to yourself as you wiped the tears off your face and gathered your coat and purse to return to the apartment in Brooklyn that was once your home before this disaster.

The voices so loud sayin', "Why did you let her go?" Does it make you feel sad That the love that you're lookin' for Is the love that you had?

It took months for Tony to see his mistakes. He went out, partied, playboyed it up. It wasn't the same as coming home to you. Someone who was so different. Something he once thought was bad. Turns out, it was so much better than being around people like him.

The next time you saw Tony was in the same little coffee shop that you had first met in. He was sitting across from a young woman with long, shiny blonde hair. She was talking, gesturing with her hands along with her words, but he looked overwhelmingly bored. He slowly blinked, picking up his coffee you had no doubt was straight black as it always was, as his eyes met yours over the mug as he took a sip.

You gave a small smile, and ordered your coffee to go, thinking to yourself that not too long ago, that girl had been you. The only difference was for a short time you kept Tony's interest. You just weren't what he thought he wanted for himself.

I bet you think about me.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x GN! Reader) - Part VII

WARNINGS: This chapter gets pretty angsty at the end so... I'm sorry. Being chased, thoughts and discussions of potential death, mention of scars and burns, arguing, lying, reader being anxious at the beginning, NOT A/B/O, human things but Falk is a scary monster sometimes, mostly fluff until the end

Part VI - Part VIII

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You jolted up when you woke up and didn't remember where you were the next morning. You looked around the room, eyes eventually landing on Falk who was still asleep next to you in bed, his light snoring threatening to tear a giggle from you. Your shifting must have been enough to wake him up. He rolled over to face you, a sleepy smile on his lips. "Well, this is definitely a nice sight to wake up to." His voice was deeper than normal, raspy and thick with sleep as he spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't take you back to your room, I didn't want to wake you."

"It's alright, I just hope it didn't bother you having to share your bed." You settled back down under the covers, Falk's hand coming to rest on your waist as you both took a moment to just look at each other. The sun was just starting to rise, bathing the room in a warm golden light. You both jumped at a gentle knock on his door, he groaned as he got up to answer it.

"Charles, good morning." He greets him jovially.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you still sleeping? You're not usually in bed this late." You couldn't help but giggle at his frantic tone. Charles' head poked in the room at the sound, "oh, good morning (Y/N)." He gives you a small wave. "Am I interrupting something? I can always come back."

"No, you're fine, don't worry." Falk laughs. "We both just dozed off last night." He shoots you a wink over his shoulder, causing you to blush. He steps out in the hall so the two of them could talk, coming back a few moments later and rejoining you in bed.

"Everything okay?" You ask with a hint of concern in your voice.

"Yeah, just final preparations for the ritual, nothing to worry about." He gives you a reassuring smile.

"Oh yeah, that's tomorrow isn't it?" He nods with an affirming hum. You sigh, moving closer to him so you could snuggle into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close with a kiss on the top of your head. "Promise me you're going to be alright." You didn't like not knowing what these rituals entailed, you had no concept of how safe they actually were.

"Schatz, I've been doing these rituals monthly for decades, I'll be just fine." His hand slips underneath your shirt, his fingers warm against your bare skin. "You're not getting rid of me anytime soon, I promise." He jokes, attempting to lighten the mood. You both reluctantly left the warmth the covers provided to start your day. You remained in a state of unease as you thought about tomorrow. You felt like you were in a fog, repeatedly telling yourself over and over again that things were going to be fine. You were just being paranoid because you loved him… you loved him. The realization hit you like a punch to the chest. You looked up at the man by your side as the two of you walked and you couldn't figure out why it had taken you so long to realize. That everburning feeling of want in your chest, it was for him. You hadn't realized you were staring, "everything okay, Liebling?"

"Yeah, just thinking, sorry." He reached out and took your hand in his, soothingly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He sighs, pulling you to the side of the busy hallway. "Let me do something for you tonight, help you get your mind off of things for a little while." He gently cradled your face in his hands, one of them falling away to hold out a pinky. You laughed, hooking your finger with his as you shook on a promise. "I'll come get you at 8 sharp." You looked at that bright infectious grin and just for a moment you felt like everything was going to be okay. Falk really did have this uncanny ability to take all your worries away with a single look.

"I can't wait." He gives you a kiss on the cheek, the two of you hurrying down to the chapel for mass. Falk kept his promise, 8 o'clock on the dot there was a knock on your door. He stood before you with a blanket draped over his arm, a bottle of champagne in his hand. A smile instantly formed on your face, "what's all this for?"

"I may or may not have set something up in the courtyard." He holds out his free hand to you, a gesture you quickly accept. You watch his brows furrow as the two of you make your way outside. "Well, it was a nice night." He trails off for a moment before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I was going to take you stargazing." You trail behind him to where he had a place for both of you to sit already set up, two champagne flutes and some of your favorite snacks ready for you to enjoy.

"This is still perfect… I'm with you, that's all that matters." He smiles down at you. The two of you sat and talked about anything you could think of, it felt nice being with someone who understood you so well. The champagne left you in a state of dizzying euphoria as you laid on the blanket at his side.

"How's your ankle feeling?" You let your head lull to the side, your nose bumping against his causing you to giggle. The first drop of rain hit your face but you were too lost in his eyes to care.

"Still a little sore, but better." The rain rapidly picked up. Falk stood, helping you up. Before he had the chance to drag you inside you tugged his body back to yours. He chuckles as his arm slipped around your waist, the two of you swaying in tandem to invisible music as the rain soaked you both. He walked you through a spin, dipping you low. As you came back up his lips found yours, hand cupping the side of your face as the other remained wrapped tightly around your waist. Your arms slid over his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as possible as you tried your hardest to memorize this feeling. After you had parted he rested his forehead against yours, both of you flustered smiles and nervous laughs. "That was nice."

"There's plenty more where that came from." He laughs as he pulls you into another soft yet passionate kiss. You found yourself back in his room that night, the two of you holding each other close. Your conversation passed in hushed whispers, like you were sharing a secret meant for only you and him. You woke up to him getting out of bed the next morning, a gentle kiss to your forehead as he spoke in a hushed tone. "I'll be back in a couple hours, I have an early meeting." His thumb gently stroked your cheek, you lifted yourself up just enough to give him one sleepy kiss before rolling over and cuddling into the blankets. You hear him chuckle as he stands, your actions too adorable for words in his eyes. You woke up just as he was getting back.

"Good morning." You prop yourself up on your elbows.

"Good morning, Schatz." He greets you with a small smile. You notice how stiff and pained his movements seem as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Seeing your concerned expression he tries to reassure you. "I'm alright, just woke up a little sore." He pulls you close to him, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I unfortunately am going to be occupied with meetings all day, I probably won’t get to see you until tomorrow.” You lay your head in his lap, reaching up to caress his face.

“That’s alright, I figured you would be busy” You sigh, taking in as much of this moment as you could. "Promise you’ll be safe?”

“I promise, Schatz.” You sit up, gaze landing on his lips. He smirks, fingers tangling in your hair as he kisses you deeply. After you reluctantly parted ways you decided to head down to the library to try and keep your mind off things. Even though you had slept in this morning you still felt exhausted, sitting on your usual couch as you skimmed through page after page, you were finding it hard to keep yourself awake. You laid back against the pillows, figuring it wouldn't hurt to rest your eyes for a couple minutes. When you woke up again the room was pitch black. Your heart immediately began to race as you hurried from the library. You weren't supposed to be out here and the strange, malefic aura that had fallen over the Abbey wasn't helping your nerves. You froze at the sound of a deep, guttural growl coming from the other end of a darkened hallway. The hair on the back of your neck prickled, all of your senses on high alert. Red eyes flashed at you from the blackness, causing you to sprint in any direction that would get you away from whatever that thing was.

You started muttering phrases in Latin as you ran, prayers to a god that you weren't even sure you believed in to keep you safe. It was evident from your first day at the Abbey, a firm rule in the church that on ritual nights anyone not in the high clergy was supposed to remain in their rooms behind locked doors. A rule you should have adhered to. You crashed through the chapel door, looking for anywhere to hide. You thought you had lost whatever was chasing you. Your eyes darted to the closet door that stood ajar by the confessionals, rushing into it and closing the door behind you. Your eyes widened at the sound of the chapel door creaking open. You felt the bead of sweat trickle down your temple, your whole body shaking. You had a hand clamped over your mouth to try and muffle the sounds of your frantic breathing, pressing yourself as far back into the closet you had fled into for shelter as possible. The heavy footfalls of the beast that was hunting you echoed through the empty chapel. You should have listened to him, you should have just gone back to your room. The silver chain of the necklace Falk had gifted you was ice cold against your skin, shaky fingers desperately grasped at the cross that laid against your chest. As every step grew closer to your hiding place the urge to run only grew stronger. There was no way you would be able to escape from this room before that beast caught you, your only saving grace was the fact you had a head start on it from the moment it first laid its eyes on you. The reality of this was you had nowhere to run and it was only a matter of time until it found you. You internally cursed yourself for disobeying orders. So many thoughts raced through your mind; there were so many places you had never gotten to go, dreams you never got to live out, feelings you never got to express. It was all going to be ripped away from you in an instant. You were never going to see Falk again. You were plunged into darkness as the creature blocked the sliver of light that streamed in through the crack in the closet door. The moment the door flew open you fell to your knees, knowing this would be the end. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were met with. Blood red eyes locked on your shaking frame, fangs gleamed in the light of the full moon as the beast's lip was pulled back in a threatening display. The tears you had been fighting against so hard fell onto your cheeks, streaming rivers down your face. The cross you still clutched in your fist was your only sense of hope in your final moment. You held it out in front of you, the beast's hot breath burning your skin as you fought against your every instinct. The monster's stance waivered, the matted locks of fur swaying on its body in its moment of hesitation. You pushed the cross at it with more fervor causing it to take a single step back. It almost seemed to be afraid of it. You pushed forward once more, the beast turning and running off with a snarl. You felt lightheaded, the adrenaline stored in your body wearing off rapidly. You leaned back against the wall, unwilling to move from your position due to both the fact you had no energy left to spare and that the monster you had just come face to face with was still out there. You didn't leave that closet for the rest of the night, the smallest sound causing your guard to raise once more. You eventually drifted off just as the first light of day streamed through the stained glass windows. When you woke up next you were in the infirmary room. All five members of the high clergy sat around your bed, Matthew the first one noticing you were awake and offering you a gentle smile. Your head lulled to the side, Falk in the chair next to you. His hands rested over the bridge of his nose, he looked like he was about to be sick.

"Good to see you awake." Attila says softly. 

"What happened? What was that thing in the Abbey?" Your voice came out quietly, still too shaken from last night's events. They all exchange a glance between each other.

"Falk, I think it's time the two of you had a talk." The four stand, wishing you well as they leave the two of you alone. You sit up, turning to face him. He couldn't bring himself to look at you and it took you a moment to realize he was fighting back tears that had welled up in his eyes.

"I am so sorry." His voice shook as he spoke. "I should have made sure you were back in your room and none of this would have happened." He wasn't making any sense.

"Did you… bring that thing here?" His eyes finally met yours, his expression completely broken as he looked at your tired face.

"That thing was me." He gives you a disappointed, bittersweet smile. His voice raspy and weak as you watched his composure crack a little more. You didn't know how to feel, a hurricane of emotions inside of you just left you with an overall numbness about the situation.

"That's not possible. That thing out there was a monster." You thought back to the night he had brought you into the ritual room. The claw marks on his chair, the thick scent of musk that you remembered smelling last night as well. He saw realization cross your face.

"The burns on my neck, the scars on my back, the fact we have a ritual every full moon that only a select few people are allowed to attend, none of that seemed strange to you?" There was a newfound sense of bitterness in his voice.

"Of course it did, all of it seemed strange." You stared at your lap, your fists balling up as hurt and anger bubbled up inside your chest. "I was the one stupid enough to believe that you would have told me something as important as this." The first tear slid down your cheek. You stood, grabbing your belongings and preparing to rush out of the room.

"(Y/N)..." His voice broke as he spoke your name. He reached out for you only for you to slap his hands away.

"Don't touch me!" You growled. He jumped back slightly, he had never seen you look at him like that before. Despite the tears that soaked your skin you looked so undeniably angry that he couldn't think of a single thing to say. "The Falk that I know would never have kept something like that from me."

"I was doing it for your own safety-"

"I could have died!" Your voice was now coming out in frantic, strangled sobs. "You've been lying to me about this the entire time I've known you and you're trying to tell me it was for my own safety? If you really cared about my safety… if you really cared about me, you would have just been honest!" You were waiting for comfort you knew wasn't going to come. It couldn't. What else has he been dishonest about? His eyes were trained on the floor, he knew there was nothing he could say right now to fix this. You pushed past him and stormed out of the room, slamming the door to the infirmary behind you.

[undertale-writing-times]

How would Horror!Sans, Swap!Sans, Killer!Sans, Classic!Sans, and Dream!Sans react or help out their best friend who’s suffering from anorexia (best friend starves themselves to get rid of or stop getting weight)

You don’t have to write or do anything with this ask! Just currently suffering from anorexia and imagining the sanses trying to help or take care of me is nice + curiosity I suppose.

Normally, I wouldn't do something like this, but I hope you get better :) and I hope that I do well at this. I had to read up on a few things but, you know, I think I'm doing alright? Hopefully lol.

Axe: He would be the type to make you food, and then show you a list of what is in it and how much it would fill you. He gives pros and cons of eating it; all while sneakily hinting for you to eat it. He doesn't really understand why you would stop eating, even if you were chunky! Chunky is good! Chunky is healthy! He wouldn't even care if you eat just a small amount a day, just wants you to eat. Seeing you skipping over meals is... really upsetting for him. After what he's been through, he really can't see why anyone would stop eating even if they have food unless they have to.

Blueberry: He makes a special timer and list for each time that you should eat. He reminds you, gently, at that time that you should eat something. Most of the time small things but still things! He doesn't quite understand, but he's trying his best to help you out. He won't ask you too much, more or less just says time to eat, you two sit down, and eat together. He'll talk a lot to distract you so hopefully you'll eat without even noticing that you're eating stuff.

Dream: He hates to do it, but sometimes he would give you a boost of positive energy whenever you eat anything, as a way to secretly try to get you to eat more. He knows that it might not be the best idea, but it works. Slowly he would stop doing that and really work with you but that was just at the beginning. He would question you why you feel the need to do something like that, and if you have a good reason, he'll listen then remind you that you're human, and humans need to eat stuff. Food is, sadly, a very needed thing.

Killer: Honestly, I can't see him being much help ^^' sorry.

Classic: He would try to make some light jokes about it. He doesn't want you to think that what you're going through is something that you shouldn't talk about. He would listen to you talk, give a few ideas, then ask what he could do to help? If you don't know, he'll just start to bring you little snacks and things like that. Nothing too big, but something helpful.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Overprotective Hitoya with insecure fem! darling who get bullied (like in university/work) as one-shot pls.. I understand if it's not okay, thank you very much anyway!

Writer's corner: Ok.. this is a serious message.. It's been pretty difficult for me to write this request, but I did it anyway (even if late, I'm sorry for that, anon sweetheart!), because I wanted to denounce any kind of bullying (both cyber and non).. I've been bullied too and so this is something that I personally went through (luckily it wasn't anything too serious, like beating, but it hurt me anyway..) That's why I want to say that.. please, guys! If you're going through this kind of situations, DO NOT KEEP IT TO YOURSELVES. PLEASE, you MUST talk about it to someone..! Whoever could be- your parents, friends, relatives, helplines- they CAN help you! YOU MUST NOT KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. Do not behave like mc did in this request! PLEASE, talk to someone about it and, if necessary, ask for help even to police and lawyers! I let you here a link to some helplines I found on the net...----->♥

Also.. always remember that what others think of you is not important as long as you're happy with the person you are! You should be happy for who you are, no matter what is your gender, what is your skin's colour, or your sexuality! You MUST be proud of the beautiful and unique person you are! Do not let anyone bring away the smile and the love you have for yourself!!♥

Also.. Thank you for requesting, anon! I hope you're not going through any of this and that this is a simple request♥ otherwise, feel free to talk to me about it (if you're comfortable with it, of course).. I apologize again for posting it so late..♥ Enjoy♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Words: 1210

Warnings: a small spoiler hint if you haven't read Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle- side D.H & B.A.T manga, sad themes, bullying... (please, always remember to denounce this kind of situations and to respect the others!♥)

~"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎…"~

He couldn't have imagined what she was going through..

Of course he couldn't have! She was such a sweetheart! She was like... the best kind-hearted woman on the world..! She was.. perfect!.. Hitoya couldn't have imagined that even the "most perfect" being could be going through such a pain. He couldn't have imagined how hard it could be. But no matter how hard mc tried to keep this whole situation a secret.. No matter how fast she used to wipe her tears away after hearing Hitoya's footsteps coming.. No matter how she used to avoid his questions... No matter how she used to escape his questions.. She managed until that day. She managed to keep it secret until that day.. until Hitoya saw everything with his own eyes... Until he saw those guys- who had kept bullying mc for days now- laughing at her.. until he saw them insulting her.. until he saw them all taking pictures of her.. until he realized that they were taking pictures of her tears, while enjoying the view, laughing hard. Their laughters.. They were laughing just like if they had heard a joke.. like if they had just understood a comedian's punchline..! But there wasn't a comedian in front of them.. There was only mc, crying and trying hard to cover her own face behind her bare hands.. There was an innocent and pure young woman ashamed of her own tears.. maybe even ashamed of herself.. but why?.. What has she done for being treated like that?! For being laughed at?! For being insulted too?!... 

Hitoya was staring at the situation without saying anything at first; he was speechless. Of course he had already seen something like that. He had helped some young students legally to get rid of their bullies.. He helped Jyushi too. But his heart strangely started beating faster as he saw all those disgusting university students laughing because of how "pathetic" mc was at that moment.. Hitoya's eyes opened wider and his body started softly shaking in anger at the view of one of those students kicking mc, who was already on the ground, crounching. For the first time after a while he also felt fear into his heart.. after what it had happened to his own brother... now he was feeling the same fear of losing the one he loves. He was terribly afraid of losing mc.. of seeing her tears and those insults and kicks slowly destroying her.. He wouldn't have allowed it.

As if he had just escaped a trance state, Hitoya started moving his feet, taking some steps into the crowd, moving through all those university students who were making fun of mc. He looked angry, yes, but also a small hint of sadness and fear could be seen by his expression.. by those light green eyes of his. He used his hands to move through the crowd, he also had his eyes pointed on mc.. only on her and on her tears.. the tears she was still trying hard to cover behind those soft hands of hers.

"Stop you all!! Get away from her!!! Don't touch her!!"

As the lawyer reached the bullies- so the ones who were kicking and insulting mc- he pushed and punched them to get them moving away. He then stood in front of her, giving her his back and facing all those students who were now looking surprised. One of the bullies was on the ground, while the others were standing wondering who Hitoya was. Hitoya was trying to cover mc with his own body. His light green eyes, which were usually soft and even charming, now was completely angry and cold.. He was furious. He could feel his heart racing and his chest starting sweating a litte bit behind that white-and-black leather jacket of his. Even his breathing now was heavier, as if he had just finished to run a marathon. As mc realized Hitoya was there with her- as she heard his voice- she couldn't help but looked at the back of his neck with a surprised look.. She could see a bit of his face and she could tell that Hitoya was very angry with all those people.. maybe he even was a little bit angry with her in deep.. And he was, actually!.. why didn't she tell him about it earlier?.. Why did she decide not to talk to him about it?!.. Hitoya was angry with her too.. He would have preferred to know about this earlier.. he was a lawyer after all! He could have helped her immediately! Mc knew Hitoya hated this kind of situation.. he hated seeing people getting bullied!.. but then why did she try to keep it a secret?!.. Maybe because she didn't want him to get worried..?

"Haven't you heard me?!.. Get lost!! There's nothing to see or to take picture of!!.." 

Hitoya almost yelled, still keeping mc behind his back as to cover her. His voice echoed in that street in front of the University's entrance.. Slowly all those students started to go away.. There were two things that Hitoya really hated to see: bullies and coward people.. but he thought that the latters were the worst! Even worse that the bullies themselves..! Because coward people do not help who's getting bullied, but joined the "game", taking pictures or even laughing. They do not do anything to help the "victim" at all! And all those students who had taken pictures of a crying mc knew Hitoya was a lawyer.. they knew it would have been better for them to delete each of those pictures, so they did. Hitoya sighed softly: this kind of people are so coward that they even would never admit that they had taken pictures in the first place..! 

As all those people went away- as even the bullies started stepping and running away- Hitoya sighed worried and turned to face mc. She was looking at him surprised, her eyes looked wider and glowing in sadness... in pain. There were some bruises on her arms- maybe because of the kicks- and some tears running silently down her cheeks. The lawyer saw a tear of hers falling on the ground; he could have sworn to have heard its sound loudly, while actually silence was surrounding both mc and him. He pulled her in a hug suddenly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and head, caressing her hair. He closed his eyes and let her rest her head on his shoulder. Hitoya had so many questions to ask her.. but he preferred not to say anything.. now mc simply needed to be comforted by someone.. she needed to be hugged and to feel less alone. She needed to be hugged since nobody else had helped her before...!!

"H-Hitoya... I...", she sobbed whispering while hugging him, her arms slightly shivering around his torso. The lawyer caressed her head while keeping her as close as he could. He had his chin on her head while keeping his eyes closed.. he wanted to make her feel that he was there for her.. that he would have always been there for her, no matter what!

"Shhh... It's okay, mc.. You're not alone anymore... You're with me now.. Let's.. let's overcome this together..!!"

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[vinxwatches]

watching disenchantment season 2

ok, setting up the story with the king, now what will they be doing with bean?

huh, moms reflections disappeared when the water was hit. makes me think she's not really there. something like an illusion can be seen in waving water as it's too hard to figure out how it should reflect.

"make dreamland great again" ok that made me to a dry spittake (it's like a spittake, except you got nothing in your mouth to spit out). we're getting extremely political here. like that's just condemning trump, now way to avoid it.

damn, that's a horrible way to go. if you're lucky you'll run out of air quick.

i mean obviously that wasn't going to be how we'd get rid of the first real villain, but damn would it be great if she died.

ok, that's a lot of honestly on the nature of witchhunts.

oh, luci is whistling the elves song, and elfo is pulling pranks. it seems like they're going to do some cool shit with those two.

oh damn they are just killing of major side character at present. like they had the chance to return to a level of status quo, but no, the story is moving forwards. would love it if the pirate queen stuck around.

the forest sign is always a fun joke.

don't like mixing settings too much, but i would love to see bean do well in steamworld.

random note about something in the first season but i never took the time to properly appreciate their hell. it's not eternal torture. sure, there's some, but the real hell is having to experience the worst part of your life over and over and over again, being forced to dwell on it forever. now this requires a mind that would dwell on it, but of those that do little could be worse.

man bean can be very oblivious to romance. i'm sure that started headcannons of things like ace or aro. this isn't critique of such headcannons btw. those groups so very rarely get explicit representation so headcannon is the only way to go. i means lesbians do get such representation yet i'll still headcannon bean as missing hints from guys because of being gay, only slightly inspired by posts i saw in the past.

one trope i hate is magic is just science. it makes it so magic is limited by technology, it has hard borders, it can't grow, it forces magic into the structure of science. and at the same time it tends to remove the logic of science, if science is responsible for magic it can't follow the logic we know. luckily, this isn't that. a think i like is magic is a part of science just like any other part of the world. instead of forcing magic into the structure of science it forces science into the structure of magic. it's not that magic has the be ordered or have defined boundaries, instead this is using a lens of realism in a good way. if you live in a world with magic then people would want to learn about it just like people in a world with chemistry want to learn about that. people will try to learn about it, how to use it and how to use it reliably. magic can be as hard or as soft with or without rules, this is about how people act towards it and i love it. this isn't that either. instead it's magic is science we don't understand yet. this is just reality. your pain goes away when you chew on willow bark or "tea" brewed from it? until you figure out neurons and painkillers it's clearly magic, yet it's just everyday stuff to us now. now i hate this when it makes magic less impressive, but magic in this show has always felt more like super chemistry (it functions like chemistry, but it's effects are way more extreme) instead of magic, so i think it works here.

Elfo making friend in the freakshow is really nice.

ok, bean is oblivious to romance even by my standards

i'm very interested too where they are going with lucy. is he going to continue his arc of being more good? and damn the king has it rough. being aware of going crazy? that has got to be one of the worst things that can happen to you.

oh, that's a twist. remember that bit block about magic? yea, turns out i may have been wrong.

gosh i hope this romance is for real. if it is it's really well done.

"when does scurvy kick in" today in questions you should never ask yourself. also 3 months without vitamin C. so don't go without fruit for a long time. if you do and you start taking vitamin C again you'll make a full recovery in 2 weeks. this has been a PSA, i guess.

man, so many double meanings. and that better not be the last of her.

ok, mother daughter moment between oona and bean is amazing. i mean i wouldn't add drugs to the mix, but i also wouldn't add alcohol or smokes, and many other people would, and i fail to see a difference between alcohol and drugs (alcohol is a drug after all) and can help some people.

oh, we're "eh tu brutus"ing this? oh, more then i expected at the start... oh shit, i know how brutus'll be. oh, that plan was even worse in a way.

oh, the border is like the dutch belgium border (very niche joke. so highways in the netherlands are exceptionally smooth compared to those in belgium. you can literally feel the change as the ride goes from smooth to bumpy or vice versa. their roads are way better lit though.)

damn, that felt like a filler episode. but a very good one. s2ep8

they got the most important part of a siege correct: make sure people don't starve. walls generally mean people can't get in, that they can be held off, even with much smaller numbers (100 to 1 could be withstood), but both sides would try to starve the other. inside could stock up on food, but outside to get more.

didn't know if they would ever get here. but i'm happy they did. becoming queen, the end of the long arc of struggling for the ability to have any control. now i hope she's actually able to stop whatever is coming. if she can't and has to leave to get help then sure we'll have some drama in the realm of "i was in charge but i failed" but i think actually having her able to complete that one arc would be a lot more interesting. instead of self doubt it would be a weight of responsibility, and i think seeing bean deal with that would be a lot more interesting. the title of the next episode, "Bean Falls Down", doesn't instil me with confidence though.

they payoff to the green smoke is... not great. but lets see where they go with it.

that certainly makes the dress she's wearing fit. and damn they sure love getting everyone in peril and split up at endings to parts. also Luci's death and end are amazing.

oh, the intro promises bean with weapons, would love to see that more.

at least she's not a willing damsel in distress. it's always fun when you don't know who's going to save who.

no matter what that was a plan subverted. supposedly everything up to now was one big plan, or at least a lot was, but this was 100% a plan subverted, a true win.

and damn that's a neat new hook. sadly this time no lesbian lover i fear, but i (always) hope i'm wrong on that.

well you don't have to call me out for watching a cartoon at midnight... also it's not midnight (that'll take like 80 minutes)

damn, that's a neat way of resolving some old arcs. but wait, we never got bean with a bow? did this episode go trough some big revisions?

anything chaz is always sinister yet actually good. and it's such a funny running gag. wholesome, in a creepy way.

interesting change for Zog, would love to see where it goes

oh, that throw away joke was foreshadowing wasn't it. the show is rather good about it. and no i won't tell what i'm referring too so now every throw away joke is suspect in your head :P

the conflict was... meh, but the things it set up are very neat.

oh those two ruling together? this'll last for about a minute.

oh how testicles can fuck up your ability to sing. threaten to cut them off? don't threaten me with a good time.

seriously with the amount of secret tunnels in the castle and the rock it's a miracle there's still any rock.

oh, that's not the water creature i was expecting, i was hoping the return of Mora (not off the table yet) but these are creepy little fucks.

oh, yea, they'd all be fucking dead.

also if you ever have to repare to swim with clothes: lose as many clothes as possible; you wearing a vest or skirt that's easy to take of? TAKE THEM OFF. ESPECIALLY take off your shoos. they are heavy and restrict movement of the Most important body part while swimming.

please don't let this be a "she gets distracted from the real problem by romance" plot. just let her have something nice, please? oh, seems like not the plot, and instead a message that's the EXACT OPPOSITE... nice. also "there's never a right time for romance"... do you really have to call me on my bs of "i'll wait till i start hrt"? common, it's not fair if my escapism is calling me out. oh, so many twists. romance gets more complicated, a new addition to the plot, and what we learn will be a twist for the characters in the future.

the dream element of dreamland has really grown on me. it started feeling a bit contrived, but they use it interestingly. "it's not what you want, it's what you deserve" oh fuck that is so good. kind of like the end of raiders of the lost arc, but with much more interesting parts to it. it's literally karma juice

oh, OH, that's a good twist on what the dream is doing. but why is she her mom? fucking hell she needs therapy. serious vibes of "this could kill me, but eh fuck it it may not"

the intro promises something good. bean working trough some serious shit with her unconcious. the title, "bean falls apart" not so much. and it's a finally, which so far have always ended bad. serious fear for the show: it end on one of those bad endings and then gets cancelled. and the plot continues to thicken. it could be good for one person, but fuck man. honestly this is a series i want to end. not because it's bad or getting worse, but because i want a good ending to happen. i just want things to work out. like even the extremely slow moving plots are fine but there's just so much worry it won't get the good ending the characters deserve. everyone grew so much and i just want them to be happy.

[crowley-in-arkham]

My home.

The ride to my house was quiet and tense. My clothes were stained, unsurprisingly. I'll have to get rid of them. Crane's truck, for its behemoth, felt tight, despite the space between us being nearly a foot in length.

It smelled like coffee and cigarettes; a sweet hint of burlap and straw lingered faintly in the air. The dash was coated in a layer of dust, and the truck itself seemed to hobble down the Gotham streets.

I watched the city lights dance on the water as we crossed the bridge from Arkham Island. In the water emerged the beast, Carrion. I turned to look at Crane instead.

"Do you even know where I live?" I asked softly; Crane nodded, his eyes straight ahead.

"Your address is on file."

I have an sound of acknowledgment then looked back to the water where Carrion had vanished back into the inky black pool.

"Jon," I started, "Can you tell me more about Scarecrow?"

I heard Jonathan snicker, "As my therapist or my friend?"

My fsce fell red at the prospect of "friend".

"As your friend, I suppose," I said in a small voice.

"He's me; like Carrion is you. Though it's a little different. Scarecrow is suggestive; it's more like someone's cooin' in my ear tellin' me to do shit. He'on need control. Most a' it, I chose to do; sometimes 'a keep him quiet, sometimes 'cause I wanna. He takes over, but it ain't always against my will. He'on usually suppress me anymore. Stops bein' one a' us starts bein' both a' us."

"It isn't always like that?"

"Scarecrow's a little rudimentary."

"In what way?"

"Kinda like a child, I s'pose," Jon motioned his hand, "Impulsive, angry. Ion got much control over his tantrums."

"Now-"

"'Fore you go Dr. Crowley on me, I've oughta ask:" Jon stated, "couldja pass me a cigarette?"

I tilted my head at Crane, "uh, where do you put them?"

"Check the glovebox," Jon said, "Usually gotta spare in there."

I ran my hand through the dust on the latch, and popped the glovebox door, which fell open with a thud. There were papers, receipts, a half-finished carton of nonfilter cigarettes, and--

A gorgeous bronze-colored revolver with a beautiful spruce grip engraved with crows.

"Jon you can't have this," I furrowed my brows, "You're a felon."

"It ain't mine."

"Like hell it isn't."

"Ain't she pretty though?"

I plucked a pack of cigarettes from the carton, tapped the bottom to my palm several times, then plucked a single sweet-scented cigarette from the pack.

I placed the butt of the cigarette against Jon's scarred lip, and whispered mockingly, "You want me to light it too, hun?"

Jon laughed a guttural laugh, "Di'n't answer my damn question. An' no, I can take care 'a it."

He flicked a lighter out of his coat pocket, and lit the cigarette. "Wan' one?" He flicked the lighter towards me.

"No, I don't smoke."

"Good girl, always had been."

"It's a nice gun."

"Ain't she? Damned slow to reload though."

"How'd you get it?"

"Was a gift from Oz."

"Wonderful wizard," I joked.

Jon shot me a look, then smirked. "S'pose that makes you Dorothy."

And I snapped back gleefully, "And that makes you brainless!"

He plumed smoke from his lips as he chuckled.

"Your place out by that diner, right?"

"Why, you hungry?"

"Starvin'. Whatcha want?"

"You don't want me to cook?"

"Ya can cook tomorrow."

"Halloween's tomorrow."

Jon looked somewhat surprised, then chuckled, "So it is. Well, yer stayin' home for it. Gonna have some trick-or-treaters?"

"I live on the second floor."

Jon shot me a look, "we're pickin' up fuckin' candy."

"Thought you didn't like kids."

He chuckled, "You think this is for the kids."

I raised a brow and tilted my head, "Then who--"

"C'mon, think about it."

I chuckled, picturing the faces of Gotham's parents falling white when the Scarecrow opens my apartment door with candy for their kids.

I began laughing a bit harder, "Christ, just imagine the look of their face!"

"Probably shit 'emselves."

Jon snickered as I spiraled into a wheeze, "We're picking up candy, you've convinced me."

I caught my breath, and Jon smiled dumbly as he stared ahead.

I swallowed and asked in a recuperating breath: "The hell you smiling about?"

"You," Jon said. I flushed.

"Ain't never seen you laugh like that, whole time knowing you." He turned into a street, "just different, I suppose."

The lights of the city flicked behind him.

"Ya usually got all these pretenses, this veil 'a control," he huffed amusedly, "Seen different sides 'a you today. That there though? Tha's a new one."

The truck hobbled around a corner and crawled into a parking space between two cars half it's size.

My apartment complex is a small building of four apartments. I was lucky to find myself an apartment so close to Arkham Island-- then again, most of the city's residents try to steer away from districts near the bridges that connect Arkham to Gotham as far as they can.

Even the white tattered building showed a fear of Gotham's criminals in the bars that line the downstairs windows.

Jon stepped out of his truck and made his way to my side, opening the door for me.

"Very gentlemanly, Dr. Crane," I teased.

"Shut up," he chuckled, "It's the polite thing to do."

"Truely the apex of your southern hospitality," I stepped- more accurately: hopped down from his truck's passenger seat.

"Lead the way, miss."

I made my way to the front door, Jon's truck's lights left us in the all encompassing dark of Gotham. Jon lingered behind me as I plopped a code in the lock and opened the iron gate, and then the same for the heavy green door beneath it.

"A lil paranoid?"

"It's Gotham, they have reason to be."

"Yet, here I am," snickered Jon, "Waltzin' in under their poor lil' noses."

"I'm sure you're not so cruel as to gas my entire apartment complex."

"I mean," Jon snickered, "Ain't ever stopped me before."

I closed the gate and door behind Jon as he stepped into the dim sage green hallway, dilapidated stairs to his left, a door to each of his sides.

He let out a chuckle, "Of I weren't, well, me, I'd say this place were eerie."

"Well, it's an apartment building in the middle of the night, they're all kind of eerie."

Jon smirked at me, "After you, miss."

I rolled my eyes and made my way upstairs, fumbling with the two keys on my lanyard before plugging the smaller of the two into my apartment door and pushing it open.

"Vic, I'm home!" I said as I flicked on the light to my apartment, I motioned Jon into the rust brown corridor. "Welcome to my humble abode."

He strode in, like a man on stilts, eyeing my autumn decor with a critical eye. I turned to lock the door behind us.

He chuckled, entering the main room. An open layout kitchen and living room, melted into one modestly sized commonroom.

"Looks like a little dollhouse in here," He teased looking down at my furniture.

"Not all of us are trees," I responded, with a look of amusement.

He chuckled, "Gotta dust the top 'a yer shit."

I rolled my eyes, hung up my coat, then took off my shoes, "Relax, stay a while."

Out from my bedroom padded a large grey cat, making his way to me excitedly-- when, suddenly he eyed Jonathan Crane, and promptly darted off to my room.

"That 'Vic'?" Asked Crane, with a raised brow.

"Yeah, Victor," I sighed, "He's just a bit skittish with new people."

"Smart cat," he snickered and took off his coat and shoes, placing his boots beside the bench and hanging up his coat next to mine.

"I'll get you a blanket and a pillow--" I paused, "Sure, you don't want the bed?"

Jon chuckled, "You offerin' ta share?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, you're just-- big."

He let out an amused huff, "Ain't the first time I heard that."

I flushed, "I'm getting you a pillow and blanket." I chuckled, "Dirty old man."

I opened the hallway cupboard and pulled out a knitted blanket and a couple of spare memory foam pillows.

"Whadja you wanna eat?" Jon called down the hallway.

"Just get delivery," I responded, closing the door to the cupboard and stepping out into the livingroom again, "What do you want?"

Jon had flopped himself down on my loveseat and leaned comfortably back as he spoke, "That's what I'm askin' you, walnut."

"Uh-" I pondered for a moment, "There's a Thai place down the road, you like Thai?"

Jon shrugged, "Ion care."

"Thai it is then."

I tossed the blanket and pillow at him and turned to walk away, stopping only to look back at him and say:

"Remotes and stuff are in the drawer on the coffee table, the shelf is classics only, aside from textbooks-- well, you can read. I'm gonna go take a bath and get changed. You need anything just give me a holler."

"'Fore you go--" Jon started, "Wouldja write down the codes to the doors outside for me?"

I tilted my head, then nodded, "I mean, alright. You picking something up?"

"'N case I need 'a go on a liquor run."

I rolled my eyes, "Gotham's dry by midnight, better go soon."

He chuckled, "Probably be back 'fore you get outta the tub."

I shrugged and smirked, "With your hobbling old ass? You might miss your window."

He rolled his eyes, "Keep talkin' and I'll have you hobblin'."

I snickered, "Yeah? From the jokes you've been making today it's a coin flip between whether that's a threat or an offer."

"Go get in the damn tub," he chuckled tossed a pillow at me, which I promptly threw back.

[nfumbewalk]

How Do You Talk To Muertos?

Candles n bones.

Ppl wonder, how do you talk to the dead? Well...not everyone can. They also wonder about Ouija boards, do they work? Yes and no.

Am I being evasive on purpose? No. The world of the muertos is a delicate web of communication lines that only some can access. Study all you want, try and try - if you have no hint of a gift, the communication lines will be closed to you. Not being mean here.

Despite what you might think, things in the world of the muertos is black and white. Pass or fail. Yes or no. It's concrete, definite. This doesn't change. Muertos do. Their world doesn't. Why? It doesn't need to. Because death is the fundamental change. Why should the other world (El Otro Mundo) change? It is perfect.

Talking to the muertos has always been a fascination for us. Wisdom from the muertos (necrosophy) has been sought from Biblical days and before. Ppl wonder how?

My techniques are easy for me, but impossible for others. Sometimes I use enhancements like certain jewelry, oils, incense and ritual. Most of the time, I do nothing special. I just say "Hey! Grandpa Ben!" They are always giving me truths to prove that it is them coming through.

I talk about it online because there's no one else around that believes me. I know my dad is pretty amazed. He talks to me too but he's going through processes that muertos have to do before elevation. He's busy. And trying to avoid going through any Lutheran stuff. He was raised in this religion. He didn't raise Jerome and I with any religion and mom hated all religions. My grandma Lia was raised Catholic, was hit with rulers in school and when she was a young woman, spat in the face of a priest. This was in 1930's Germany. I may see if I can chat with her too. Best grandma ever!

With necromancy, it is best to start out talking to family. Then your muerto. But there's no harm in experimenting - unless you get a nasty muerto. To discourage muertos, use Heather flowers. To draw muertos, use Lilac flowers. To get rid of muertos, use Espanta Muerto (look at Botanica Mas Alla and have your translator on if you don't know Spanish).

Talking to nfumbe, the anonymous muertos... Only do this if you're experienced. This is how I learned...and got burned!!! Possession can happen. You do NOT want this. Think about the movie, "Fallen," with Denzel Washington. The spirit Azazel moves from person to person and you see the transformation, right? Yeah, well -- that looks way too fucking real. No joke. (BTW, Azazel is a Demon, not a spirit)

If you want to talk to muertos, you can try a graveyard, but that's not a good idea. I get too many voices at once. It's kinda stereotypical anyway. I remember going to a very full and active graveyard with my Tata when he was getting me oriented. He started singing in Congo language and I felt that whole graveyard shift. The muertos moved. The energy was beautiful. My body buzzed with electricity and I felt powerful af! That religion powered me up. Too bad it's so expensive and patriarchal.

The only advice I can give to those who want to talk to muertos is to try, be patient, and start with an ancestor - someone familial. If you'd like personalized help, just message me.

I need to get back to project #163.190.

M.M. 💖💀💖

[svtskneecaps]

am. feeling.