#push and pull relationship

[aventurineswife]

Ma Meilleure Ennemie

Tags: Sylus x Reader, Noah (OC) x Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Dark Romance, Toxic Attraction, Power Struggles, Psychological Manipulation, Slow Burn, Angst & Tension, Violence & Blood, Forbidden Love, Obsession & Possession, Morally Grey Characters, Push & Pull Relationship.

Warnings: Violence & Gore (Blood, gunplay, injury descriptions), Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting, Toxic & Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics, Death & Immortality Themes, Emotional & Psychological Turmoil, Obsession & Possessiveness, Mafia/Crime Themes (Murder, power struggles, organized crime) (?), Mature Themes (Dark romance, intense emotional/physical tension).

A/N: this is just an excuse to write Sylus and my oc, Noah, because this song suits them so well 😔💔 (and because I'm not okay after watching the official mv).

The first time you hear his voice, it's a whisper in the dark—a ghost of something long buried, something that should have stayed dead. But he’s real, standing before you with a smirk playing at his lips, red eyes gleaming like molten fire.

“Miss me?”

You hate him.

And yet, when the bullet stops mid-air, when the world slows to the pull of his power, it’s his voice that anchors you. Your breath catches as you meet his gaze, a heartbeat too long, too dangerous. His right eye glows, and in that split second, you swear you hear it again—an echo not of his voice, but of something deeper, something threading through your very being.

Your fingers twitch, the weight of the gun he gave you heavier than it should be. The metal is cold against your palm, but his touch as he curls his hand over yours is searing. “Go on,” Sylus taunts, pressing the barrel over his own heart. His smile never wavers. “Pull the trigger. End your nightmare.”

You want to. You want to erase him, to erase the way he makes you feel—this unbearable pull, this infuriating magnetism that chains you to him. But your hands tremble, and his smirk deepens as if he already knew you wouldn’t do it.

The shot rings out.

His body jerks. A moment of stillness. Then he laughs, low and dark, as red blossoms across his chest. And right before your eyes, the wound vanishes, leaving nothing but the memory of your hesitation.

“Pathetic,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. “You say you hate me, but your hands tell me otherwise.”

Your breath is ragged, your pulse unsteady. “I do hate you.”

“Liar.”

The word coils around you like a snake, suffocating, inescapable. You should run. You should kill him. But instead, you stand there, frozen in the firestorm of his gaze.

You love him. You hate him.

It’s all the same, isn’t it?

The first time you saw him, he was a shadow at the edge of your world. A force both magnetic and terrifying. Noah—Mafia King, Arbiter of Justice, Immortal enigma.

You knew he was dangerous, yet your heart never heeded the warnings.

I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate you…

The words echo in your mind like a curse. A rhythm you cannot escape. The mantra of your existence with him.

He watches you from across the room, golden light flickering against his sharp features. One brown eye locked onto you, the other forever hidden behind that damned eyepatch, concealing a truth you were never sure you wanted to see.

“I should stay away from you,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath. “You ruin everything you touch.”

A slow smirk curves his lips. “And yet, here you are.”

Your hands tremble at your sides. Your heart pounds a desperate war drum against your ribs. You should leave. Run. Forget the way his voice wraps around you like silk and steel. Forget the taste of his name on your tongue.

But you don’t.

You never do.

My best enemy is you.

He steps forward, slow, deliberate. The air between you is electric, alive with an unspoken war neither of you can win. His gloved fingers brush against your wrist, the touch barely there, yet it sends lightning through your veins.

“I hurt you,” he murmurs. It’s not an apology. It never is. “And yet, you keep coming back.”

Your breath catches, something sharp lodging itself in your throat. “Because you always find me first.”

A chuckle, dark and amused. “You like being caught.”

You swallow hard, willing your pulse to steady. “I hate you.”

He tilts his head, studying you like a predator toying with prey. “Then why do you look at me like that?”

Your nails bite into your palms. The answer is too cruel, too honest to speak aloud. Because despite the blood on his hands, despite the shadows curling around his soul—you love him.

And that is the cruelest curse of all.

His lips ghost over your ear, his voice a whisper of prophecy. “You’ll never leave me.”

You shudder. He’s right.

He’s always right.

Flee from me, the worst is you and I.

But you don’t move.

And neither does he.

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.01, 1.02 & 1.03

I'm not him anymore. And, I won't let myself be.

[cubbihue]

Do peri and irep still get along? They were friends in school but what about now?

(Btw I absolutely adore your iddie bitties (?) au, it's amazing )

As of current? They're enemies once again.

Going to Boarding School forced their hands to become frenemies. It's a bit difficult to hate each other when they had to share a dorm room!! Their truce ended the moment they graduated.

Although Irep and Peri has had much less interactions since they both have very demanding jobs now.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[nondistinctmeganerd]

I've said this in the tags before but I think this needs its own post.

I CANNOT stress enough how important it is to me that Red Hood kills.

DON'T LOBOTOMIZE MY JASON TODD

his lethal methods but more importantly his anger and his hurt are essential to his character

Red Hood is Batman's anti-hero counterpart. The whole point is they both have to look at each other and see one of the people they hold most dear who cannot and will not ever see things from their perspective.

They are standing on opposite sides of a canyon they can't cross.

I could talk about this for 3-5 business days straight

[lemongogo]

blue period // look back

[callme-aprilroseisha04]

a conversation nine and sonic had at the workshop

full vers. below

[aventurineswife]

The words left your lips with the precision of a scalpel, each syllable laced with deliberate coldness. Aventurine’s ever-present smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before it returned, as though the blow had missed its mark.

“We're just coworkers. Nothing more. Don't get attached.”

His eyes glinted with an inscrutable mix of amusement and something darker as he leaned casually against his desk, arms crossed in an almost performative display of nonchalance.

“To someone like you?” he mused, the mocking lilt in his voice sharp enough to cut. His tone was light, but his gaze burned, pinning you in place. “Never.”

The world shifted.

His hands trailed along your sides, the heat of his palms burning through the fabric of your shirt. Every measured touch was a calculated risk, each stolen breath a gamble neither of you could afford but were far too stubborn to resist.

"Never..." he whispered again, though this time it felt like a confession wrapped in denial. His lips hovered above yours, the faintest brush enough to set your nerves aflame. The air between you grew heavier, thick with the tension of a game neither of you could win.

Aventurine’s left hand, the one he always kept hidden during his gambles, slid along your jawline, tilting your face upward. His touch was firm, but there was a hesitation in his movement, as though he were daring himself to push past the boundaries you’d set.

And for one fleeting moment, he let his mask slip. Beneath the sharp wit and calculated charm, you caught a glimpse of the man beneath—the one who craved connection but couldn’t allow himself to want it.

Reality snapped back into place with the harshness of an unspoken truth.

You stood on opposite sides of the room now, the space between you a chasm that neither could bridge. Aventurine’s expression was unreadable again, the easy grin back in place as though nothing had happened.

“Good...” you murmured, your voice steady but hollow. You turned your back to him, willing yourself to ignore the lingering warmth on your skin and the weight of his gaze still fixed on you.

Behind you, Aventurine adjusted his choker, a subtle tell that betrayed his unease.

“Good...” he echoed, his voice softer this time, almost as if he didn’t believe it himself.

@avenrose, @therealbeanssssssssss, @makib1tch

No I'm not sorry 🏃‍♀️

[saltyowlets]

Is it weird that I think a really hot scene between Medea and Cullen could be one where she helps him shave? They are preparing to go to the Winter Ball, so Cullen has to shave on Josie's orders, and for some reason, Medea helps him.

The sexual tension of allowing someone to put a blade that close to your neck, the feeling of their hands on your jaw as they maneuver. How close your faces are to each other that you can see yourself in their eyes.

Do you see the vision???

[sittinginsunflowers]

Okay, maybe this is just me, but the fucking whiplash from the way Sandra Lynn and Jawbone are with Adaine over Fig or Kristen is so crazy to me. It's gotten to such a point that Emily called it out in this last episode. Like, you're telling me that Sandra Lynn can acknowledge that the bad kids have helped raise each other and fulfill emotional needs their parents haven't, but can't put together that there might be a fucking reason Fig is protecting Kristen and Adaine created a simulacrum? Jawbone, as both a guardian and counselor, just let it go that a highly competent rouge capable of finding the rouge teacher straight up admitted (1) she wanted to murder Kristen and (2) she is upset at Fig for keeping her from getting close? All this after years of being obsessed with the bad kids?

Meanwhile, they see Adaine as this competent, low-maintenance, emotionally mature adult instead of recognizing that she was taught from an early age that adults would not meet her emotional needs?

[tinesleftnipple]

Episode 9 is Wei zhiyuan's love letter to Wei qian.

"I can't control my heart from loving you"

"I won't shy away from confessing to you"

"I wish the last thing I saw in life was you"

"I will die so you can live. I love you"

"You define my entire being"

[caliburn-not-calculator]

Shaking post canon Maxim and VR-LA viciously

I have so many thoughts about them ahhhhhh

Like, Maxim bonding with VR-LA’s family until they also become his in a way, their long distant inter-dimensional pining, VR-LA not knowing how to deal with Maxims attempts at being a little more affectionate (he’s literally just putting his hand in VR-LA’s shoulder) so the wizard just overheats and dies

Like

The slowest but softest of slow burns. That’s the guy that pulled Maxim out of his depression spiral and gave him a new life to look forward. And to VR-LA this is the person who pushed him to start seeing a happy future as a thing which should be fought for. Like. Neither of them did all the work for the other but they both gave each other the wake up call. They made each other better and I’m so not normal about it. They showed each other that there was a fucking future where they could both be happy and maybe even together

AHHHHHHH

[grimeowkin]

We could just kiss like real people do

[cornertheculprit]

thinking about what apollo and nahyuta's relationship would be like immediately post-aa6 is funny because yes they haven't seen each other in over a decade and when they did finally meet again nahyuta was acting like a total dick but. while i think things would be awkward (sometimes extremely so) at first, i don't think there would be any, like, coldness to the distance between them. maybe there would've been if they didn't find out dhurke was dead together and then also got held at gunpoint (during which apollo kept trying to run his mouth until nahyuta in particular begged him to stop) but considering All Of That Happened.....i think there would be a sort of frankness between them. like yeah they still have to tackle the whole "apart for over a decade" thing but unsurprisingly it's a lot easier to do so when the absolute terror of potentially losing each other, so soon after dhurke's death, is recent enough to still be breathing down their necks

[eyes1nthewoods]

Sketches I made a while ago

[ross1fum1]

(coming from a big pedro fan) could you share what pedro said about marc please <3

He went to a Spanish comedy show and they asked him about his relationship with Marquez (or about he comparison, I didn’t understand everything) and he answered “Who? I only think about myself” which was clearly sarcastic and some sensitive Marc’s fan got mad over it. In my opinion the journalists keep asking to Pedro about him because they are desperately trying to start something. It’s clear as day that he doesn’t care about him because they don’t have a relationship and he wants to be his own person. What I don’t understand is people getting mad and calling Pedro an hater when he only ever said good things about Marc as a rider. What he thinks about him as a person is pointless because they don’t have a relationship and anyways Pedro has never talked about Marc personality or anything like that. Basically they don’t like that Pedro doesn’t want to be compared to Marc as if it weren’t completely valid.

[aliusfrater]

re: prev post + my tags: i came across this huge wncest meta blog on here that frames dean punching sam in 2.03 as 'sam getting what he wanted from dean' (re: an expression of dean's grief) and like 😭 sure sam was unfairly hyperfocused on the way dean wasn't expressing his grief but framing an abusive action like it was a scenario where sam specifically consented to that extent of violence is kind of crazy. it's victim blaming, even within a recognition of that violence. esp since the next episode explores that dean was indeed not adequately expressing his grief. interpretations like this automatically bypasses the real extent of what an action like that + sam's response means for sam's idea of their relationship by interpreting dean's action as entirely rational and even defending that kind of expression, and continues to stick closely with dean's perspective of both john's death and the changing dynamic between him and sam as a result. that kind of interpretation doesn't consider sam as the person being punched at all. nor is it critical of sam's perspective of believing he deserved it. it's intriguing