#there's something really intimate about seeing someone when they're just waking up

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Kai Anderson w/ a psychologist reader—why is a blue haired felon psychoanalyzing you?

ꨄ︎ You were first assigned to his case after he got into his third fistfight with inmates. They put him in solitary confinement and refused to let him out until he got a psych eval. He needed one anyway. You checked through his records, and half of it was missing. The guy was in for something about running a cult?

Whoever this dude was, he wasn't someone to be triffled with. Triffle you did. Soon enough, you were his favorite out of all the people in this joint. He'd threaten people just to get a chance at seeing you.

ꨄ︎ He shows classic signs of narcissistic personality disorder, CPTSD from whatever was erased from his file, and undiagnosed ADHD. He stated that he took Adderall, which was clearly illegal because he didn't have a prescription, and he sure as hell wasn't just picking it up from the local grocery store. You tried to get more from him, and he'd just tease you. He gives you crumbs and then expects you to follow the trail. 

You know it ends up somewhere in his pants with you on your knees.

ꨄ︎ He pushes your buttons whenever you have a session with him. He gives you a teasing look and spews some manipulative bullshit. He'll give you impromptu strip teases just to try and catch you off guard. He does everything and anything to get a reaction out of you. It's all about getting you to join his cult in the end. He could use a mind like yours. It'll be fun degrading you into his dumb little slut that he can use however he pleases.

ꨄ︎ Don't expect to think your time with him ends when you leave the jail. He'll find ways to get some sort of electronic and contact you. They're always short blurbs about all the bad things he wants to do to people and how you're the only one who can help him. He plays all the right chords and yet you still produce no sound.

You want to get a restraining order on him, but you can't prove that the messages are from him. You only know because he asks if you got his little messages. You can't report that as evidence because of doctor-patient confidentiality.

So you're just stuck receiving message after message about how he wants to gut everyone in the prison and take you in the showers while he's washing the blood off. That one was a long night. You must have received over fifty texts.

ꨄ︎ Some of the sessions are just him psychoanalyzing you. He does his best to pick you apart and find your weak spot. The least bit of emotion, and he's cataloging that away in his mind for future use. He tells you intimate details about your life. They're things he shouldn't know. You begin to fear for your safety.

Who is this psycho, really?

ꨄ︎ You quit the job and begin working somewhere else. You didn't hear the news that he got out. You cut all contacts from the jail, and they couldn't find a way to reach you in time. So like a little lamb getting cornered by the lion, you wake up with him sitting above you. His hand around your throat, the other holding a gun to your head.

"I'm only going to ask this one more time. Are you going to join FIT and be an obedient little recruit, or slowly die at my hands?"

(dedicated to— @fear-is-truth)

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[i-starcreamed]

could i have some angsty/comfort-ish headcanons about a gn reader who doesn’t feel like they deserve praise or affection, and tfp ratchet, knockout + breakdown (poly, if that’s okay), and starscream comforting them?

[ human!reader post includes: TFP Ratchet, Knockout+Breakdown, and Starscream

hii thanks for the request. this might be OOC and a little...idk, I'm not that good with emotions so I generally went with some things that might fit them, hopefully

TFP Ratchet

He's not a bot that's usually too affectionate, so when you express the way you're feeling he may think it's because of him. Very much in disbelief though, how can you feel unworthy of something you very much deserve?

Either way, he understands you need support when you have those moments of self-doubt

Really encourages you to talk about it if you want to, despite his gruff attitude on the exterior, with you, he patiently listens and tries to help you see your strengths and accomplishments

I mean come on, you're unlike anyone he's ever met and his favorite human + his significant other!!

Will pause anything he was doing to spend more time with you and give you the support you need. Preferably holding you near his chest, close to his spark or near his face. Generally lets you just curl up next to him

His reassuring isn't super lovey dovey but it's genuine

TFP Knockout + Breakdown

You get showered in compliments as soon as you're feeling down

Knockout is more direct and might scoff, don't be silly darling?? You're wonderful and both Breakdown and I love you,,

Breakdown agrees and gently picks you up to emphasize their point. He says you're stuck with the both of them and he wouldn't have it any other way

I feel like both of their love languages are pretty much physical affection, whether it's smothering you in robot hugs or simply vibing with you on their shoulder. To hear that you think you don't deserve it, they're in disbelief

Knockout is the busier one, constantly repairing bots in the medbay and such. Breakdown gets sent on missions too, however, they both make time out of their day to spend it with you. Not that they didn't, but they pay extra attention to their actions and make sure you're happy and secure. Insists that they'll do this for you ANYTIME!!

if someone on the Nemesis is making you feel this way, Knockout will make sure they don't wake up from their next appointment will keep you a safe distance away from them with the help of Breakdown

TFP Starscream

Not the most empathetic but he definitely gets how you feel. He probably feels the same way tbh. These are the few times where he actually acts sincere, or at least as much as he can

If you bring it up to him, he'll stay quiet and listen. Honestly, he understands how vulnerable this moment can be and will keep his comments to himself

Insists how you've not only earned his respect, but he's literally in love with you and that means so much already (he actually thinks you're great, brave and so kind to him...pls he thinks does not deserve you)

"You.. deserve all the affection I give you. And I'll make sure you get it, whether you think you deserve it or not." (he does that little awkward smile he did with knockout in that one episode idk)

Certainly isn't the most...graceful with his words but can occasionally say something genuinely sweet ^

Depending on how long you've been together, his physical affection may seem a little awkward or either very intimate. He's either barely figuring out how to hold you close or holds you up to his faceplates, servos carefully shielding you from falling somehow.

Personally he knows these things take time to get over so he reminds you that you're loved and appreciated..in his own ways

Also if these emotions/thoughts stem from someone else's faults...the revenge has already been plotted and is currently in progress

[lilac-melody]

Anyway, so this was basically Hiyori's anti-fan song and Nonfantasy 2.0.

Most of the song takes place in Hiyori's head- imagining herself as a peasant girl along with lipxlip's Juliettas.

"To every girl, make sure you stay as far away as you can! Make sure you don't catch the infection." Hiyori looks like she's cringing so hard it's physically painful for her...and the lyrics right after are literally "get away from me!"

Followed by this we got the dream of her imagining Aizou and Yujiro doing princely things. The lyrics are as follows:

"This can't be! That's cheating! It's dishonest and unfair!! You don't take responsibility for their feelings for you!! Too much! It's dangerous! So risky and insane!! Cunning is the "power of idols" Still, I can't help it... I need to accept this is how it is."

And then she wakes up with a shocked and mildly terrified expression on her face.

While someone like Chuutan would be crying she woke up from her dream, Hiyori acts as a nice foil against that, knowing what they're really like and, unfortunately, working with them so often she has to see their princely persona and ends up dreaming about it against her will. (And come on, who doesn't have work nightmares?)

The next part of the song is basically Hiyori realizing that, hey, idols get depressed too, they're still people, and realizing that she can't really help them, because...well, I've already gone over lipxlip's relationship here, so if you want to read that, I'd go there afterwards.

This part I think is particularly important because it doesn't take place in her dreams. This is real life. Hiyori tries to offer something to cheer them up (ala some drinks they like). But they completely ignored her, as the lyrics say.

It's sad, but they just won't rely on her for their emotional baggage. You're doing your best Hiyori, just move on...

"Sometimes, their kindness can be a little scary"

I know this is part of Hiyori's dream, but honestly I'm not seeing how this is seen as "aww cute"...anyone showing an ounce of kindness to her, she gets flustered over. To me personally, this reminds me of this moment from HeroineDev...

She superficially fell for Asuka's kindness. And the relationship went absolutely nowhere. Much like how it would be (confirmed by Shito back in 2021 I think it was?) if Hiyori really had actually fallen for lipxlip.

Which, again, who doesn't have nightmares about work?

Afterwards we get more straight bait fanservice while Hiyori sings about how deceitful Aizou and Yujiro are to their fans because their princely persona isn't them. And then it ends off with her singing:

"It's so frustrating but... I'm just as excited as everyone else."

It could be read as "proof Hiyori's falling in love" if you're looking at it through a lhyo shipper lense, but if you're paying attention to the relationship between Hiyori and lxl as a whole, it could easily be seen as "idols are really cool", something that Hiyori has canonically said in the novels. She knows how hard they work and she knows they can charm anyone. That is what Hiyori is referring to.

She doesn't particularly want to be their fan, but she does want to support them. Much like how friends support each other, but still very different from the intimate ways Aizou and Yujiro support each other.

My point is actually proven correct ^ when we see the very next frames.

"This isn't something just anyone can do You need to put in the effort and hardwork."

Hiyori, who is a hard worker herself, admires their hard work and dedication to their fans...which is precisely why the song is her screaming at them for deceiving them lmao.

At the end of the day though, Aizou and Yujiro are still her friends, who get weirded out when she expresses her support towards them.

Or if she's just daydreaming.

The night and day difference between her imagining them doing fanservice in her mind and real life is really...something.

Look how utterly annoyed they look at her for zoning out.

This isn't a cute "I'm falling for my coworkers and daydreaming about them" scenario. This is her trying to imagine them as princes and them not knowing it.

Hiyori is their friend and suspectable to an active imagination. Not just in the MVs but in the novels as well.

And I think it says a lot about their relationship that all of the fanservice is strictly in Hiyori's perspective.

When lipxlip have a fanservice song, they either use Narumi Sena, or just a random girl. But when it's Hiyori imagining them doing the fanservice, it's all in her head. HeroIdol and Nonfantasy are literal proof of this.

It is extremely onesided.

Aizou and Yujiro care for Hiyori- this is undeniable. However, they do not like her in that way. Not only has Aizou canonically stated he doesn't get involved with girls outside of work, but they just don't see her in that light.

I mean, in every single lxl song that included Hiyori, like Kono Sekai or Last Stage, she's there for like 2 small frames and it's her being in the background or trying to stop them from fighting. They never once had a frame where they're talking to her and ignoring the other or venting to her.

She's their "work friend" who they've hung out with like twice outside of work. They only contact her in emergencies.

That's not to say they don't support Hiyori and her dreams, because they do. They support her in finding someone who will take care of her (ie: Nagisa) because they care about her, and they don't see her in that way.

And given that the time skip in HeroHei and Sukiuso shows Hiyori and Nagisa attending the same uni...yeah.

Also, I would like to point out that in HeroIdol, Hiyori thinks of herself as just a peasant girl among the (fake) princes. It's like a metaphor for saying "they're out of my league even though they're really awful". Not a good look for her or for lipxlip, honestly.

But in Herohei, she sees herself as a Cinderella who's worthy of being a heroine. Meanwhile, Sukiuso is about Nagisa saying she's better than Cinderella and she's always been a heroine.

TMK did all three MVs, and I think this was a deliberate choice to show everyone how unhealthy one would be, while the other blossoms naturally.

Not once has Hiyori imagined herself as a princess around lipxlip. Her insecurities come out when she's around them because they poke fun at her too often. (Beat they ass, Nagisa)

The Omoiai album, which is where HeroIdol came from, is about various different relationships. While Aizou and Yujiro's are familial, Hiyori's was a unique one. A, as I've said above, anti-fan song.

Which goes directly against Chuutan's fan songs.

I think it's important to have them both, and I like that we get the perspective of Chuutan, someone who genuinely sees them as princely, and Hiyori, who cringes when she sees their prince-sonas.

And it is important to note that we never get lipxlip's perspective- knowing they find their over excited fans annoying, and only see Hiyori as a friend. Otherwise she would be in more of their MVs and not just a background character.

I think too many people forget to realize that if they were going into a relationship, then we need them to say "yeah I'm falling for her" and not just Hiyori, when she's known to fall into little delusions. (And no, I don't mean that in a negative way)

IN SHORT: No, lhiyo is not canon, and this song was just an anti-fan song.

[luminouslywriting]

Hi. Really enjoying your writings so far. I’m looking forward to reading more of your Mastermind fic.

I see that you’ve got your requests open. So can I request some domestic headcanons for John Brady please.

Hope you have a great weekend!

Not gonna lie, as a fellow Lady Who Brady's....I was twirling my hair, giggling, and immediately running to tell @lambcow about this one since I love him so much! So buckle up, this one is LONG and I could talk about him for DAYS!!!

-This man?

-This precious angel is the best husband and you cannot convince me otherwise, okay??

-Like he's just the sweetest! I don't think he's necessarily over the top in his words or his deeds, but he's devoted and that's the important thing here

-Marriage is sacred to him and you're his entire world. He absolutely makes sure to treat you like that and makes sure that you know how he feels about you.

-He's a man of WORDS. He absolutely considers it a God-given gift that he gets to tell you he loves you every day before work, always thanks you for whatever time or effort you've put into things, and always kisses you goodnight and murmurs sweet nothings into your ears.

-John Brady also really loves to treat you on special occasions. Some of the gifts include a pearl necklace, pretty bows for your hair, new gloves, a nice pair of heels, he loves to see how excited you get at his little gifts

-Anniversaries are a big deal to him and he makes a big deal of birthdays and celebrating holidays

-He prefers intimate gatherings to large affairs and this is reflective in the way that he's not very big on PDA

-But if you're out in public and he feels so inclined, he might like to rest his hand on your waist or the small of your back

-Loves holding hands while cuddling, especially at nighttime

-I can't explain it, but he's very refined when it comes to literature and books and so you two definitely read together at nighttime—especially poetry or particularly beautiful literature.

-Would, in fact, write you small poems to let you know how much he loves you

-If you're musically inclined, IT'S LITERALLY the best thing ever for this man

-Playing the piano together always turns into tickling or giggling fits after a while of actually attempting to play the music

-Really wants to teach all of your future children music too

-If you're not musically inclined, that's fine, he's still going to try and teach you haha

-He loves to serenade you and don't tell anyone, but if you're ever having a hard time falling asleep, he does sing to you to get you to get sleepy and it works every single damn time

-Because he's really big on words and conversation and communication, he's always really patient with you if you're frustrated or upset about things

-He's the type of husband who could listen to someone talk for hours and hours

-But also sit in comfortable silence because you two are just at ease with one another

-Doesn’t really sleep in but he loves waking up before you to watch you sleep….its something that really calms him and reassures him

-Loves to go dancing and is really really good at it. He has a ton of fun doing all of the spins and fancy moves bc you know he can.

-Will help you detangle your hair. I can't explain it, but I just know that he could braid hair. I have no context for given thing, but I just know it

-Likes to help you get your shoes on

-Is very touchy and sweet when it's just the two of you

-Is a decent cook? Like it's definitely edible but idk if the flavor is gonna be very good haha

-Very traditional in the sense of what he feels like he should be doing for you and around the house

-Loves sitting with his arm around you in church and is ever-slightly pleased when everyone looks at you like you're the most stunning thing ever because OBVIOUSLY they're seeing what he's seeing

-Always knows exactly what to say to make you feel better if you’re having a hard day

-Lingering kisses, kisses that are softly feathered down necks, massages when you're stressed—HIS HANDS PLS I CAN'T

-Literally just wants to be a dad, give the man several babies please

Spicy thoughts below:

-He strikes me as the type of man to like baths and loves sharing baths with you. It doesn't even have to be a sexual thing, it's the intimacy of it all that really has him hooked.

-Going back to the hands thing....listen, we all know Brady is skilled with his hands *coughs at Marina and Bee* but he adores making you come apart with his hands

-Hates to argue but LOVES makeup sex and it's always really hot. He definitely doms in that situation and enjoys being possessive and making you lose control.

-Is really good at hiding when he's turned on but there's a certain look that he gives you and you just know things are about to take a turn

-Doesn't get jealous easily, which is great—but also really loves to show you that he's all yours

-Just as skilled with his mouth as he is with his hands and don't you ever forget it

-Doesn't enjoy quickies but quickies in the sense of sexual acts? He's all for it if it means giving you pleasure

-Loves it when you make sounds in the bedroom and is pretty vocal himself

-Big on praise kink for both you and him (he def calls you “pretty girl and baby in the bedroom)

-also a breeding kink heheh…..why else would there be seven children in the future haha?

-swimming pool sex

-car sex

-Just really good sex in general haha

[maria-rayro]

johnshi hc (part one?)

- Johnny likes to call Kenshi Ken, Ken-doll, Ken-boy, Kenny, Babe, Honey, Kitten, Greatest Swordsman (special cases), Sexy (and Sexy Face), Sunshine (especially when he's acting grumpy), Love, Tattoo and some other things, he's just really into pet-names okay, Kenshi thinks about starting making a list now lol

- Kenshi is not really used to pet names, so usually he just calls him "Cage" or "Johnny". Is really shy to use anything else, literally makes him blush to try. In his culture, when you call your loved one by the first name is already kinda intimate, so whenever he wants to emphasize his tenderness towards the man he just calls him Johnny. But secretly likes it when Johnny calls him something cute.

- When Kenshi introduces Johnny to his family, they're both really worried, but at some point Cage starts talking to the older generation of the Takahashi family about the history of their clan, the Sento, and Japanese history in general, and because of this he wins their respect and affection (well, because of this among other things of course; some had seen movies with him, so it was easier with them).

- After that, they have a conversation about Johnny's family, and he reveals that he was never on good terms with his brother or father, and his mom, the only family member dear to him (but who was away at work most of the time), died in service a long time ago. He mentions that he sometimes visits her grave, but he always gets very sad there because it makes him feel his loneliness more strongly. After this conversation, the next time it's time for Johnny to visit his mother's grave, Kenshi goes with him, keeping a hand on his shoulder because he wants him to know that he is not alone now. "You've done a lot, Johnny. She would have been proud of you"; "She would have liked you" Cage replies and feels like crying, immediately laughing because of how stupid it is. Kenshi strokes his back, silently helping him calm down.

- Kenshi has nightmares about his time as a Yakuza; losing his eyes wasn't as mentally traumatizing to him as the time before he decided to leave the Yakuza. Blames himself for all the pain he's caused people. Almost never talks about it, even to Johnny, but does say a couple things once, ending it with something like "Why did you ever think it would be a good idea to date someone like me?" Done a lot of things, including having some problems with alcohol, taking pills to make it easier to deal with the trauma after all the horrors he's inflicted on others or experienced himself. Cage responds by talking about how he got into rehab when he was at the beginning of his career.

- Johnny had an alcoholic father, so after going through a similar experience himself and going through rehab, he matured and began to take these things seriously. He starts drinking less himself to make it easier for Kenshi not to drink at all.

- Johnny has nightmares about Kenshi losing his eyes again or dying. He doesn't wake up screaming, but sweats from the stress of sleep and wakes up abruptly as if he's been doused with cold water. He then checks on Kenshi sleeping next to him, who, since he sleeps quite sensitively, wakes up as well. Seeing Takahashi immediately, frowning adorably, trying to fumble for the man's warm body next to him, Johnny's heart melts. "I'm here, kitten" he says quietly, lying down closer, and Kenshi, sleepily muttering something under his breath, pulls him to himself, taking the role of a big spoon now.

[aponii1]

Just finished this book, honestly one of the best books I have read so far this year. The writing style was impressive and intimate, she had such a vivid way of depicting pain. it felt like I was next to him throughout the whole book. I liked the ending wasn’t expected but very realistic. (5/5)

Favorite quotes:

“When I was writing, I realized something. Your voice reminds me of a 6B. I'm not sure if this is going to make sense, but it's like they're soft and rigid at the same time. Almost unbreakable.”

“I remembered how she wrote once about when you send someone a letter, how it's out of your hands. It's not yours anymore, even though you wrote it.”

“You think about how other people feel. You're so kind. It makes sense. Because we're always in pain, we know exactly what it means to hurt somebody else.”

“Then it hit me: dying is just like sleeping. You only know you’re sleeping when you wake up the next day, but if morning never comes, you sleep forever. That must be what death is like. When someone dies, they don’t even know they’re dead. Because they never see it happen, nobody ever really dies. This hit me like a sucker punch.”

“But I wasn’t crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had nowhere else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us.”

[whumpcloud]

Red Room - Mine

content: creepy/intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, kidnapping, filmed whump, threat of future torture, restraints, gagging, implied threat of noncon but it won't happen/it's not really stated, pet names, begging, noncon kissing, manhandling, choking, whumpee tells whumper to kys

Jack wakes to a light bulb.

Back and forth. Back and forth. His fluttering eyes follow it for a moment, trying to focus. He tries to move, but his limbs feel leaden, and all it does is make him softly whimper at the leather biting into his skin.

Leather.

Jack's eyes widen and he snaps his head to the side. He's flat on his back on a wooden table, tightly strapped by his wrists and ankles and throat. Bile burns his mouth.

A door slams open and Jack lets out a small scream into his gag, into the cloth gag shoved inside his mouth and tied tightly around his head. He hears a laugh.

"Aw, baby boy…"

A face appears, framed by the flickering light, long black hair tickling the sides of Jack's face. The man grins.

"Heya, cutie," he says, soft, almost soothing. "No need to scream, okay? If you keep doing that, I'll let you scream yourself hoarse. And if you don't, I'll take off the gag and let you ask some questions. I'm sure you've got some, yeah?"

Jack exhales harshly through his nose, tears forming in his eyes, and nods.

"Alright." The man gently tugs the gag from Jack's mouth, and uses the free moment of Jack swallowing his spit to speak. "Don't try begging, by the way. No, I'm not gonna let you go, yes I'm gonna hurt you, no there's nothing you can do about it. Now ask a sensible question, okay, baby?"

Jack's head spins. He remembers walking home, he remembers the sound of the car door opening and being shoved inside, the man straddling his lap and whispering softly as he was sedated. Only in a haze, but he remembers.

"W-Who are you?" Jack finally says, voice more of a whimper than he means it to be. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Matthew Seung." He grins. "I'm just a content creator. And I'm gonna do… whatever the audience wants, really."

"Th-The audience?" Jack's heart becomes a pit in his stomach.

"Oh, yeah, they're gonna love you, sweetheart." Matthew's fingertips come to Jack's jaw, tilting it to the side. "You have to know how pretty you are. Very photogenic. And your eyes, baby boy, goddamn."

Jack flinches and lets out a soft whine when Matthew trails his fingers around Jack's eyes and over his cheekbones.

"I'll set some rules, obviously," Matthew says, lilting and gentle. "No damage to your face, nothing too permanent, but anything else goes. They might wanna cut you up. Boring, but doable. Maybe break a couple fingers, or let you almost drown, something like that."

Matthew playfully taps Jack on the nose.

"I'm not very creative," Matthew says. "That's why I leave it up to the viewers."

Jack bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood and contorts his face with the effort of refusing to cry.

"Ohhh…" Matthew sighs happily. "Go on, cry, lemme see you cry. I bet it'll be just adorable."

"S-Stop, please," Jack whispers. "Don't, please, please don't do this to me…"

"Shh, shh." Matthew runs his hand through Jack's hair. "I can't help it, baby boy. I don't find someone like you every day. Really, I'm surprised you didn't get nabbed before, looking the way you do. You got lucky."

"Lucky?" Jack shivers at Matthew's touch. "How is this lucky?"

"Oh, I know plenty of creepies who'd bid for you," Matthew grins. "I'm pretty tame, all things considered. If you were put with someone who was really sadistic, well, they might not even care if you died on camera. Not to mention what would happen behind the scenes to break you in. Nah, you're very lucky you got me instead."

"B-Bid-" Jack squeezes his eyes shut. This isn't real, this is something that happens in movies, not to real people, not to him. "Bid for me?"

"Yeah, I could easily sell you on, baby boy," Matthew chuckles. "Do you have any idea what people would pay for a face like yours? God, you're so fucking pretty. You're really lucky I admire you so much. I could sell you to someone who'd make a real mess of you."

That's when the dam breaks, and a wretched sob forces its way out of Jack's throat. Matthew laughs, and there's a click as a camera turns on.

"Sorry, baby boy, I gotta capture this," Matthew says, throwing his hood over his head and pulling a scarf up to his mouth. "God, you see that? Gonna love you."

"Stop it!" Jack snaps, though it holds no energy coming through tears. "S-Stop it, just let me go, I'm fucking begging you, please!"

Matthew rolls his eyes and whistles softly. "Told you I wasn't gonna do that already."

"I can pay you!" Jack tries, desperately pulling at his bindings. "P-Please, my family's rich, they'll- they'll give you whatever money you want!"

Matthew laughs so hard he has to put a hand against the wall and vaguely apologise to the camera for how loud he is.

"You hear that?" Matthew circles around so that he's crouching out of Jack's sight, just behind his head. "My new work of art thinks I'll let him go for money."

Matthew chuckles, and leans up, gripping Jack's face between his hands. He's so close that Jack can feel Matthew's hair on his forehead. His eyes glitter. Excited. Hungry.

"I'm doing this for fun, silly. For the attention. And you, baby boy"–Matthew presses his fingers against Jack's lips–"are gonna be my star."

Jack can't find any more words to say. What is there to say? This man wouldn't let him go for all the money in the fucking world, because he's cute when he cries and his only worth is looking good in front of a camera.

Matthew wrenches Jack's head toward the camera, curling his fingers into Jack's hair.

"You wanna tell them your name, baby boy?" Matthew coos, and the scarf does nothing to hide that he's grinning.

"J-Jack." His voice isn't more than a croak. "Jack Mitchell."

Matthew stops. Completely and utterly stops.

"Say that again," Matthew says, disbelief in his tone, just loud enough to be heard.

"Jack Mitchell," Jack squeaks.

"I fucking knew I recognised you!" Matthew lets go of him and claps in delight. "Kid of Killian Mitchell? Like, for real?"

Jack nods silently. People recognise him often enough, but not really for him, just for his father. He hasn't done any acting in recent years, and he doesn't look enough like his younger self to be recognised for those roles. So his father drags him out at events, pretties him up for the red carpets and the charity balls and tugs at the back of his collar where nobody can see the moment he says a word wrong.

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Matthew's voice is growing frantically giddy. "You're perfect, you're so, so perfect. The views. I'm never gonna be this popular again."

"Fucking kill yourself," Jack hisses.

"Spicy baby boy." Matthew reaches under the table and pulls at something, and Jack gags as the leather around his throat sharply tightens. "You wanna say that again?"

Jack's vision pulses at the edges and he whines. It's tight, but not so tight that he can't breathe at all. Just to hurt.

He's here just to hurt.

"Fuck…" Matthew lets out a breathy laugh. "This is gonna make such a good intro video. You know just how to behave in front of a camera, yeah?"

He does, he knows exactly how to behave, he's behaved for the cameras his entire life, buried every part of himself to look however they want him and that's exactly what Matthew wants out of him too.

Jack takes in a ragged breath the moment the buckle loosens, and lets it back out with a scream. He doesn't know why, and Matthew doesn't stop him.

Matthew just regards him with nothing more than mild amusement.

The end of the scream comes sooner than Jack thought it would, and he coughs, phlegm trapped in the back of his throat. He's still crying, can't stop crying.

"You tire yourself out already, baby boy?" Matthew asks. "Adorable. Lemme turn the camera off."

Click.

Jack lays limply as Matthew unbuckles him and lifts him up. His head throbs. Matthew carries him out of the dimly lit room, into an entirely dark one, that Matthew easily navigates through and sits down on top of a mattress, holding Jack around the waist.

"Relax now, baby boy," Matthew whispers. "You can relax now. It's just us."

Matthew presses a soft kiss to the back of Jack's neck, and smiles when Jack flinches away.

"You're so cute," Matthew says, gripping Jack's jaw with his other hand. "I gotta keep you. I'll take care of you off-camera, promise."

"Are you going to kill me?" Jack whispers. "W-When you're done with me?"

Matthew hums, as though he hadn't considered that. Kisses Jack's neck again, then his jaw, then his temple. Jack lets him, because he isn't stupid enough to think that these soft words and touches are anything but a thin layer over a man who has so clearly done this before and felt nothing more than delight.

"Nah," is the eventual answer. "The audience will get bored of you quicker than I will. And I can bring you back out to spice things up. Nah. I'm not gonna waste your pretty li'l face like that."

Matthew kisses him again, at the corner of his mouth, and lingers.

"Keep you for myself," he murmurs. "Yeah. Couldn't let you go to someone else."

Jack keeps still, as the hand on his waist traces upwards along his chest, slips just underneath his sweater to feel the ridge of his collarbone. The scars on Matthew's hands tell stories - teeth marks on his thumb, a faded knife wound through the palm, crescent shaped marks like nails cutting into the skin. If they were from innocent sources, Jack would be surprised. He's not the first, but the others fought.

It's an odd comfort. He'll stay alive, in the videos of him pleading and the reminders of his suffering on his captor's skin, even if he isn't quite here when Matthew's done with him, even if he doesn't figure out how to get the upper hand and escape.

Jack jams his elbow into Matthew's ribs, and the man's only reaction is to pin Jack's arms to his sides. Not even a sound of pain or annoyance.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, baby boy," Matthew sings. "How about you just let me hold you, huh? Just wanna hold you. Fuck, I think I love you."

Matthew starts murmuring to himself again. Jack doesn't catch most of it, just a vague impression of the word: "Mine."

[peachjagiya]

https://x.com/taekookiieness/status/1776155729562419570

What is this need they have to be glued to eachother all the time lol. They really are like magnets. Also maybe its just me but I feel like entangling your legs with someone is really intimate no? Like that is something I reserve for my husband, especially if I we are feeling clingy but in company, then our legs will do the talking lol. I get that the members are close on a different level than most friendships but these two will comfortably sit like that for long periods without even acknowledging what they are doing, it's like an unconcious thing and so different from the usual bursts of affection the members have with eachother. It's not like blatant flirting or anything so I get why people brush it off as nothing but gestures like these speak of a certain intimacy and lack of boundaries you usually see with couples.

🥹🥹🥹

I just went to watch a video of them all cuddling up and I noticed a few things:

👉 Joonie and Yoongi don't really seem to do a lot of this.

👉 Jin and Hobi will definitely climb on the maknae line in bed to wake them up or cuddle them but it's always with a purpose. Incidentally these two are most likely to refer to them as their babies.

👉 JK definitely seems to regard his hyungs as like four parents and himself as their baby and gets his cuddles from them accordingly. He's particularly happy cuddling Hobi and Jin, the self-described parents with mummy vibes.

👉 Tae seems less adhered to age dynamics and has his favoured cuddles, namely anyone who doesn't freely give it ie; Yoongi 😂 and trying to get Joonie to hold him in his sleep. Tae seems to enjoy receiving big demonstrations of affection. His Wooga hyungs cuddling him in bed, getting a morning kiss from Wooshik.... I think he likes to feel loved in that way.

👉 Jimin is at an awkward almost middle of the group where it's fair game with everyone.

Then you get to the maknae interactions when it becomes less about parent-child dynamics:

👉 Jimin seems like the cuddliest of the maknae line. Tae is unbothered by this but it doesn't feel like he seeks it out? He's curiously passive in a lot of these hyper cuddly moments with Jimin. But their general comfort levels say a lot about their bond. It's sweet to see. I get ZERO romantic vibes. Like if it's possible to be NEGATIVE romantic? 😂

👉 Jungkook seems less comfortable with Jimin hugs. I'm sorry that's just how I read it. I'm not saying I'm right. *Puts on a helmet* 50% of the time he's leaning away. I don't think this is about Jimin himself. I think it's about JK not quite feeling like baby or boyfriend with Jimin.

Edit: because someone thinks I'm painting Jimin in a bad light - I don't think Jimin is forcing anything and in fact I think Jungkook being like a grouchy little brother about it sometimes is a tried and tested friend dynamic and speaks to their closeness. I think they're close friends and value each other. Ok? Ok. Chill. Jeez.

So bearing their general puppy pile vibes in mind, why does it feel different with Taekook?

👉 The cuddliness is equal. People who claim Tae is all over JK while JK hates it are at best just wrong (and at worse wilfully trying to drag Tae) It's equally distributed between initiating and reciprocating.

👉 The affection is small so it feels more intimate. It's less showy. Never presented with any ceremony. It just seems second nature from their lack of reaction to the affection. No surprise or like "oof, we're hugging now!", just naturally fitting into each others space. It's not just JK getting hugs from his hyungs or Tae requiring outward demonstrations of love. With JK and Tae, it's just easy and natural magnetism.

(On a side note: Does anyone else remember Tae saying that he loves to cuddle in bed and the others are a bit weird about it but Jungkook thinks it's cute and cuddles him? Did I imagine that?)

Thanks anon. I loved this 💜

[tcfactory]

imagine the horror sy would feel when he gets to see the aftermath of sqh meeting mbj. he was nervous and jumpy before, now hes terrified. theres bruises and breaks and black eyes that he desperately tries to play off as being clumsy. sj is paranoid and scared and yq is broken and traumatised. he gets to see the first flinch from "a-lou". he gets to see the flinch and sweat when someone asks to see yq's sword. they're all so scared. and he was content to just watch.

(Continuation from here)

The situation with Shang Qinghua is even worse once all of this crashes and burns, because it starts when Sang Qinghua is still a disciple and Shen Yuan is a peak lord. He's around for that, he could have prevented it from happening, but he didn't. He was really harsh on 'villainous, 0 IQ canon fodder', so when he sees that his An Ding shidi's new head disciple is a nervous wreck clearly hiding bruises and injuries, he simply thinks

"Oh, so that's the sect traitor. Must be really shit at both of his jobs to get beat up even by Mobei-jun, hah! No wonder he will be killed eventually. Serves you right, sucker."

and moves on with his day. Because why should he care about this shitty little backstabbing NPC? He treats this experience like one of those studio tours, where you can walk through all the set pieces and look at all the costumes laid out all nice before they start filming a show. Nothing here matters, the Plot will come and he has nothing to do with it (was Shen Qingqiu's shizun even named in PIDW? He doesn't remember, so probably not.), so why should he step in and change things? What if he messes with the set pieces (like chases Mobei-jun off) and it changes things. Like Mobei-jun never sets off the attack against the Immortal Alliance Conference and Luo Binghe never gets unsealed? No, better not meddle.

That, of course, comes back to haunt him when he realizes that all of these people around him are actually people. The detachment coming from his cultivation, age and the System's framing of the world as 'expanding on lore' really made him forget that he's not the only person in this setting. In the case of Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu he was ignorant, but in the case of Shang Qinghua he willingly looked away.

Shen Yuan ascends and as god of secrets he suddenly has extremely detailed insight into what all these people are trying to keep the most hidden about themselves - their fear, their pain, their shitty horrible backstories WTF Airplane-bro - and at that point he can't pretend anymore that they are all just the equivalent of papier-mâché trees.

And it really seems to be fear that makes this abusive cycle go around. Mobei-jun is afraid that his family will kill him (as they are actively trying to do) and Shang Qinghua is too good to be true, so he hits him. Shang Qinghua is terrified that Mobei-jun is going to hit him too hard in one of his fits and he never wakes up again. Fear, fear, fear everywhere.

Except for Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe, even as a child, is not afraid of the abuse or his shitty shizun. He's confused, disappointed, unhappy, but all of that is going to distill into hatred and resentment - and that's when Shen Yuan knows that he has to do something, he has to step in, because none of his scared beasts stand a chance against the thing festering behind Luo Binghe's angelic little face. He's the Protagonist and he's going to revisit every slight upon them a thousandfold.

Shen Yuan, who now has an intimate understanding of their emotional states and motivations (despite very much not wanting any of that, System, he just wanted to watch the Plot from somewhere safe!) doesn't want that. He doesn't want more pain and he doesn't want Luo Binghe to succumb to the hate and madness that's already starting to take root in him. He deserves better.

They all deserve better. And if he was too self-absorbed and stupid to prevent it, then all is left to do is try and salvage what he can.

Lucky for him, there's a lot of wiggle room in 'ascended master has foreseen a horrible calamity and descended to try and prevent it' so he has a lot of rope to work with, but it's going to be a difficult thing to set things right.

He has to stay as Shen Qingqiu too, no, System, he's not arguing about that, do something so Shen Jiu can't come back to his position right away (initiating: teen devil Jiu scenario - he's going to be fifteen and those not in the know will fully think Shen Qingqiu just separated into his good and his horrible attributes during his deviation, but his shitty self is somehow younger) and he has to do a good job of being a caring Shizun this time around. He has to be the one who steps in and stops the abuse.

All the while the people he's trying to protect the most are looking at him with fear and suspicion, because he sure as hell wasn't a reliable, trustworthy adult before, so trying to do it now when it looks like he has essentially stolen Shen Qingqiu's body during a qi-deviation so he could insert himself into the situation easier is... not a good look. At all.

He would have lived the rest of his life happier if he never had to see Shen Jiu break down crying because after how hard he worked and fought for his position and cultivation, his fucking deadbeat shizun descended and stole it all from him for the sake of convenience. His body is the same state it was when he first joined the sect and he doesn't care about Shen Yuan's awkward suggestions about plants and whatever to fix his wonky foundation, he will have to do all his breakthroughs and everything all over again and it's just too much. Part of the meltdown is definitely the body, with its teenage hormones and the mood-destabilizing effects of demonic cultivation still in his system, but he's not wrong. Shen Yuan has jumped into this, once again, without considering how any of the other people in the scenario feel and he destroyed whatever minuscule amount of trust Shen Jiu had in him.

Keep up the good work, host! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

[castlebyersafterdark]

you know something ive never ever seen discussed (in so many words) on here is the possibility of... i dont even know what you'd call it. a softness kink? mike or will (or both) liking each other when theyre soft and not hard yet. it's like the anticipation of getting each other hard (or provoking that reaction without touch even), of seeing the transformation, admiring the size change (if any - mike is just bigggggg anyway) and the tactile texture thing of being soft and snug in nice underwear. there's something so cosy and nice about them being obsessed with each other's crotches even when they're not 'in the mood' and i never see it discussed or even know what its called!

This one is very spicy and I am OBSESSED this was sent. And not just because I have a pretty blatant underwear kink that I'm not really shy about indulging and sharing on here 🤭 But I like it for the two of them as well. There's so much that's so sexy about the way a man looks in underwear. I've always hyped up and praised the concept that someone does not need to be fully nude to be appreciated and sometimes the way a garment frames the body and hides parts of the body is hotter than just, hey look here's a dick.

And it's such a common topic to explore with guys, and really formative especially when you're young and how that develops over time. There's an innocence that leads into lust, and I know some cringe like oooh don't use that word, but it's true! Some of the first instances of attraction are going to come from seeing other boys or men in their underwear - it's more common than just seeing naked guys. And that attraction remains.

All that to say, you are so onto it here with the fascination with the casual body or before apparent arousal. It's so hot to get up close and personal, to feel a cock before it gets hard. So intimate, and maybe they're just lying there and things haven't really gotten started yet, one of them is just trailing a hand casually over the other's body. They're lying in bed with music on, talking. Or they could be on the couch, TV on. They both know the night's going somewhere, as it usually does, but there's no rush yet. They're comfortable with each other, stripped to sleepwear, or a version of it. Big tshirts and underwear. That trailing hand is tracing over the hem of a pair of tight briefs, slipping underneath to feel soft skin at the crease of a thigh. A palm cups around the other's cock, just holding it there, feeling the warmth of the other man under the fabric, feeling the shape. Just a comfort, a tease to work up to something else. The ease and comfort and trust in just exploring each other.

I had several bold anons who've sent asks over time about "grower vs shower?" for each of them and I laugh about it, still a little bashful about sharing really detailed thoughts. But it's relevant and authentic! Most fall in between, honestly, but it's still fun to think about in regards to this specific scenario posed. The idea of Will going down on Mike, for example. He's still a pretty good size soft, and though our favorite size queen does appreciate Mike for all he's got going, he enjoys taking his time and working Mike up to it and feeling that wonderful sensation of him growing hard in his mouth, how he's able to get a bit more of him easily inside at the beginning doing this method. And Will loves it, savors feeling that eventual stretch and the way he's doing that to Mike, so blatantly, and indulges in the moments where it's easy to take him down before the real effort kicks in.

He especially loves it in the morning, on the occasions where they've an understanding that there's a freedom offered to the one who wakes first, the other's body is theirs to explore. And Will shifts down, flat on his stomach between Mike's spread legs as he's still dozing away. Pressing light kisses to Mike's pale inner thighs, leaving little red bites all over the skin. Licking at his soft cock, lips rubbing over the skin, just letting it sit in his mouth as he tongues at it, sucks languidly until Mike gets hard. He likes taking his time but so often when Mike's awake, he's too aware and Will turns him on too much, so these specific indulgences Will enjoys are often brief when both are awake. But Will likes to play. So this is different. Always Mike's favorite way to wake up on these very special occasions.

[dovahkinniez]

I love your blog!! If you don't mind, could you do a NSFW alphabet for Serana??? Thank you!!

` 𖤓 . . . NSFW ALPHABET: SERANA.

Thank you vvv much!! :D

Not proofread, if mistakes seen please tell me so I can change it. (I am incredibly lazy..)

Enjoy! <3

18+ only! Sexual content ahead, minors dni!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She is very caring. She treats it almost as a ritual, she loves to do the routine and for you both to take care of each other, washing each others hair, massaging each others skin, kissing the bruises and marks you left on each others skin. She loves to cuddle in silence as she hears your breathing soften as you drift off to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hers: she likes her legs, they're strong and she has nice thighs, she loves it when you ride them (female bodied) / fuck them (male bodied)

Yours: hands, fingers, she loves to suck on them. Your neck. Pretty self explanatory since she's a vampire really, but she loves the trust you have in her when she presses her lips against your neck and especially when you allow her to take a lil bite.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Since she's female I'm just going to speak about wetness, when she gets wet, she's wet. It's amazing. She loves to rub against your thighs, and on your pussy/cock, creaming all over it and she finds it so hot when you eat her out, seeing her juices glisten on your mouth and chin.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She's had multiple dreams where you fuck after fighting someone, covered in blood of the person you just took out and she feels sort of bad for being so into it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She's lived for many many many years but the majority of those years she's been hid away so I don't think she'll have much experience personally. She knew the basics, that was it. She treated sex as something to get done until you showed her its about having fun and feeling good. She picks things up with time, she's a natural.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

As a switch she'd need balance I think so positions where she isn't being overpowered or where you aren't either is what she likes the most. She loves to cuddle fuck, it's soft and sweet and she loves to be as close to you as possible.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not very goofy, no. She seems like a serious and awkward person in general and in the bedroom she still comes across as serious there. She wants to get lost in the feeling and wants to see you feel good, so if you both start joking around she feels the mood kinda slip.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Do vampires grow hair? Question of the day. I'm not sure.

Either way, doesn't matter. Simply answered. She doesn't care either way.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very intimate. She doesn't trust many and so her having sex with you, or even being naked together, she has to feel the Intimacy between you both. Deep kisses, soft spoken words of adoration, holding each other. Everything. She loves feeling intimate with you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I don't see her as a sexual person, not as much as the others. So I highly doubt she'll masturbate a lot. She usually gets it all out her system with you anyway so she doesn't see the point in masturbating.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blood: goes without saying. It's a mix of lust and trust. She loves how you trust her not to go too far as she sucks at your flesh with her fangs deep. She loves to see the blood ooze out as you both fuck, to lick it off. And how you react and moan when you do it.

Somnophillia: remember that consent is key. She loves to wake you up, touching you gently. She loves it the other way around too. She likes to hear your breathing change and whimper as you stir in your sleep.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The usual places, pretty much all around the house tbh... when it's just you two alone she doesn't waste too much time taking you upstairs, just do it where you're sat downstairs, why not.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As I said, I don't see her as a highly sexual person but I think kissing her neck, just below her ear. Drives her crazy. It sends tingles across her body. She loves it when you start pawing and kneading at her ass and tits, mouth around her nipples and she's ready.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing at involves any type of cnc, never.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I see her as someone that didn't see the point until you both did it together. She loves to take turns, to taste each other and explore each others bodies with your mouths. She likes to take her time, let her tongue travel across, collecting all your juices to taste you. She loves it when you kiss from her thighs to her pussy before you fuck her with your tongue.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. She likes to take her time, to build it up and allow it to naturally increase, she prefers to 'make love' rather than just fuck. She needs the feeling there so slow and romantic is everything to her.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not too keen on them unless it's grinding against each other, quickly using your mouths on each other. She'd never go the full mile if you both didn't have the time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Bdsm related kinks, she'd want to try them out but wouldn't know how to ask, she'd want it to be mutual where you do it to each other and create a healthy dynamic sexually between a sub and dom (depending on your mood)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She has endless energy, she can go multiple rounds and she can last for hours, literally. It doesn't take long for her to recharge so if you aren't done she focuses on you until she ready again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She owns a few, got them with you in mind and loves to toy you around with them, she let's you use them on her two. Sometimes you do it to each other at the same time, sort of like mutual masturbation really.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She's fair, I'd say. Unless she's taking the role as dominant while doing harder kinks she'd most likely not feel the need to tease and edge you, her aim is to make you feel as good as you can.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Her moans are pretty, soft and breathy with small whines as she draws closer to her orgasms. She isn't louddd but she's not quiet either.

W = Wild Card

You've both had sex in a coffin before, it happened. I don't make the rules.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Since she doesn't have a ding-a-ling. She has a perfectly round ass, not huge. But it's perky and squeezable. So are her tits. Soft and the right handful, with pretty nipples too. She has a very pretty body, it's so nice to even just look at.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high. It increases when she's thirsty for blood but otherwise, not really high.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depending on what you both do, sometimes she falls asleep before you. Sometimes after. But she doesn't fall asleep right away.

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep 1 rewatch thoughts

Taking it from the top! Why is Phayu literally the nicest person ever? Like he just saw someone's car stalling near the road in the rain and he just stopped to help? I love that this is their official intro to each other bc it gives us viewers a clear impression of their dynamic from the very beginning. The music selection in this scene is so funny though bc it's intense and dangerous and Phayu is literally just telling Rain to turn his hazard lights on lmao.

I also love that every time Phayu helps Rain, he does so with encouragement for Rain to be more self-sufficient. The tire-changing is example one.

"You're so handsome" RAIN pls control yourself... I mean we all agree and Phayu's already looking interested but danggg

Ah Sky, the long-suffering (affectionate) BFF. Did we ever find out when they met? Was it just in college or before, bc it looks like Sky's Rain-related-nonsense-tolerance meter is constantly maxed out and that usually comes from long-term friendships.

I LOVE HIM there is not a single thought behind these eyes

Yassss department god Phayu for the win!! Love how this montage makes Phayu seem like a highly elegant and smart guy (which he is) but then we just watch him be a dork over Rain the rest of the series.

Fast forward a bit to the restaurant scene bc I forgot to keep typing...

Ok yeah sure you don't remember Rain, Phayu. Please, you made a beeline directly to him as soon as you walked in. Also, this scene makes my heart beat faster even though they do a lot more later on (where are those eyes looking, eh Phayu?).

The next scene where Phayu wipes Rain's hair gives me mixed feelings bc on the one hand, I don't like how Rain literally had to hit Phayu with a pillow before he'd let go, but on the other I didn't actually get a sense of danger from Phayu. I also did like that Phayu threw out "actually I'm bisexual" so casually - love that for us. I also think it's hilarious how fast Rain falls into the "I'm so into Phayu" headspace. I've heard some people call it subspace and from what I know I'm inclined to agree but I don't know enough to comment on that further. Also here begins the saga of Rain having a death-grip on Phayu's neck during intimate moments. We stan <3

Somehow I didn't notice the thermostat being set so low during every rewatch of this episode until now - I was always confused as to why Rain had to go under the covers but I get it.

When they wake up and Rain calls Phayu a bunch of names I couldn't stop laughing - it's even funnier when you know what's coming in the next few eps. Also my son really went "no thoughts head empty" after a single cheek kiss from Phayu. What a cutie

Rain cursing at the storm is so cute!!! Also we love our logical bestie Sky as always.

I LOVE P'Aon!! Also he's the first person to call Rain Phayu's boy and for some reason I think that's v v cute

I accidentally paused and can't stop laughing at Phayu's face here PLSSSS

And we've made it to the ending scene!! Ahhhh this makes me SO SOFT! I love it when characters tuck their face into their partner's neck when they're sleeping - there's something about the trust and comfort needed to do that which makes me so happy to see it play out. And Phayu's little "I'm really starting to like you, Rain" with the SOFTEST little smile on his face URGH I'M EXPERIENCING EMOTIONS

This is one of my favorite opening episodes of a series! We got introduced to all the main players as well as the key side-characters, and we got a good understanding of who Rain and Phayu are as individuals (less so on Phayu's side for now) and their dynamic together. I was so hyped to finish the rest of the series as soon as I finished this episode the first time

[hawkinsglasscloset]

Practice Run (OC X Canon Kiss Week 2024)

Word count: 2k

Warning: none

A/n: My second collab with the most amazing @mrprettywhenhecries for @theocxcanonweek day 6: An Intimate Moment. This is part of our Stranger Timeline Verse with Stranger Things characters. Hope you all enjoy it <3

[Masterlist]

"If you had to pick a boy from school to date... who would you pick?" Blossom asked, not sure if she'd wanna know the answer. She was lying on her stomach, flipping through a magazine in Robin's bedroom where they held one of many slumber parties.

"Uh..." Robin hesitated, not knowing what to say. She was so tired of lying to her best friend about her feelings, but what was she supposed to say? That she was in love with her?

"I don't think I'd pick anyone. They're all either ugly or boring, the only nice and sorta good-looking one is Dustin but he's too young for me," Blossom murmured. Truth was she never liked a girl before, but when Robin was there she felt... something different.

"Yeah, me either. They're all too... immature," she exclaimed, glad that Blossom had answered the way she had, not only to find out she didn't like anyone else, but so she could latch onto her answer as well.

Blossom sat up to face Robin with a little smirk. "But have you ever dated anyone?" The question definitely had ulterior motives, she desperately wanted to know if her friend liked someone and if so, what her type was.

"Not... exactly. Okay, no, I haven't," Robin exclaimed, making a face. "Have you?" She wondered reluctantly.

"I've dated one guy but it didn't last too long..." Blossom murmured. "It was just a little weird with him, you know? Like that's not how it's meant to be."

“Oh?” Robin asked, perking up before quickly clearing her throat. “I mean, why was it weird?” She asked, crossing her legs under her.

"He didn't treat me like I wanted to be treated, I felt attracted to him, but... it's like boys have a few nice bits and are attached to the rest, which is trash." 

Robin couldn’t help but laugh. “I won’t disagree with you there,” she snorted.

"But um... does that mean you never kissed a boy before?" Blossom asked, feeling a little flutter in her stomach, even though she didn't fully understand it.

“I’ve… never kissed anyone,” she admitted, her face flaring brightly and suddenly feeling very hot, her palms starting to sweat.

A little gasp left Blossom's lips when she noticed how flushed (and absolutely adorable) her friend was.  

"That's okay, everyone has their moment, nothing wrong with that," she assured. "But I don't get it. You're so beautiful, you're like... waking up in the morning and seeing the most wonderful day out the window. Your smile is like the sun, your freckles are so cute, and your eyes are gorgeous! Who wouldn't wanna kiss you?"

“I—“ Robin’s voice faltered and she only felt more flustered. “I’m none of those things!” She exclaimed, bleating an awkward laugh.

"You are though, you're also intelligent and funny and kind. You're like the whole package, anyone who doesn't ask you out is stupid."  

Oh my God, it's me... I'm stupid, was all Blossom could think.

“You’re biased cause you’re my friend,” Robin argued, trying to calm her racing heart. Why did it feel like her friend meant all those things she’d said… in more than a friendly way? 

"If you were ugly and uninteresting, I could've just kept my mouth shut so I wouldn't hurt your feelings," Blossom pointed out. "I'm not the most experienced kisser ever, but I mean... I know a few things if you ever want tips."

"Oh, uh, what kind of tips?" Robin asked, intrigued, but a little nervous.

"I don't know, like what to do with your tongue and your hands... stuff I wish I knew before," Blossom shrugged.

"Okay, I guess I could use all the help I can get, though I really doubt I'll be kissing anyone soon..." she mumbled.

"You never know. I'd tell you to let the other person take the lead. Your tongue shouldn't be too present, but also not stiff. Try to caress the neck or the hair with your hands so it adds to the sensation."

"Wait, how do you mean, your tongue shouldn't be stiff?" Robin chuckled, a little confused by her explanation.

"If can't be stiff, like hard. It needs to be relaxed, but not relaxed like a thirsty dog just... soft."

"I think I get what you mean, but it's hard to really understand without doing it, I guess," Robin mumbled, looking down at her legs when she realized how that sounded -- like she wanted Blossom to show her.

"Why don't you try it? I can show you... just for practice," the other girl suggested, trying to sound extra casual, as if she wouldn't jump at the first chance to kiss her best friend.

Robin's face flared bright red. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, swallowing thickly, hastily trying to work moisture back into her mouth.

"Sorry, that was a stupid idea. I'm so sorry, I just thought... it would be easier to show you with practice," Blossom had to resist the urge to hide under a pillow, she felt like such a creep. 

"N-no! No, it's okay! It just took me by surprise is all," Robin exclaimed quickly, not wanting her friend to feel bad. However, she also didn't want her to know how eager she was to kiss her. "We can do that," she said, having to take a steadying breath.

"You don't have to if you think it would be gross or something," Blossom murmured, moving closer to her and taking her hand.

"I don't think it would be gross," Robin assured her, a little too insistently. "So... how do we...?" She murmured, barely able to breathe as they shifted closer.

"Just relax and give it a try like this," Blossom whispered slowly approaching her until their lips touched softly. The kiss was slow and delicate, almost as if they moved in slow motion. 

Robin didn't think her face could get any hotter, she nearly felt as if she were about to faint. Blossom's lips were softer than she could imagine, and she had imagined.

Slowly, Blossom parted her lips and her tongue found Robin's. She didn't mind her inexperience, it didn't take away from the moment and how amazing it felt. That was definitely what a kiss was meant to feel like.

“Oh—“ Robin gasped as her friend's tongue brushed softly against hers, but she didn’t pull away, her hands balling in the blanket beneath her, fighting the urge to kiss her deeper and make a fool of herself by shoving her tongue down her throat.

"That was pretty good," Blossom finally pulled away, looking quite red in the face. "But you can use more of your tongue, that was a little shy. Let's try one more time."

“I was just afraid of-of using too much,” Robin replied shakily, wetting her lips before leaning back in.

"It's okay, if it's too much, I'll let you know," Blossom murmured, burying her fingers into the other girl's hair. This kiss felt more passionate, more heated. Even though it was just for practice... of course.

Robin's breath hitched as she leaned into the kiss, feeling a little more confident this time, her hands grasping at the other girl's waist, losing herself for a moment in the kiss.

And just like that, nothing else mattered, it felt like they were meant to be, two princesses in a romance novel. Nothing had ever felt more right. "Yeah, I think you got it," Blossom breathed. "That was perfect."

"Oh, right," Robin breathed, coming back to her senses as they parted, remembering that this was just practice and that it wasn't supposed to mean anything. "You really think so?" she asked, trying to steady her voice, not wanting her friend to catch the hint of disappointment behind her words.

"I do, I think anyone would be very lucky to kiss you," Blossom said, fighting tears as she realized Robin would probably never want to kiss her again. Maybe she should've lied and said it wasn't good enough... just to get a few more practice runs.

"Wait, B, are you okay?" Robin exclaimed, noticing the tears caught in her lashes. "What's wrong?" She asked, her chest suddenly tight with worry, afraid she'd upset her.

"I'm fine, really, I'm okay," Blossom nodded, wiping her eyes quickly and looking the other way. "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. So silly."

"Hey, you're not silly," Robin insisted, gently turning the other girl's face back to her and instinctively reaching out to brush the tears from her cheek. "Please tell me?" She whispered.

"I can't," she murmured, more tears rolling down her cheeks. "If I tell you, you might never wanna see me again or be my friend and I can't do that."

"Nothing you could tell me would make me not wanna be your friend anymore," Robin assured her, nearly choking on her words, her hands still cupping her friend's face. "Even if you killed someone. I'd help you hide the body," she joked though her voice wavered.

"I never felt like this before," Blossom started, taking a deep breath to gather the courage to admit what had been in her mind for months. "But when I'm with you it's like the rest of the world doesn't matter and everything is perfect. You fix what I never knew was broken... I like you."

Robin blinked. She suddenly felt like she'd been dunked in an ice bath. She had to be dreaming. All the times she'd imagined Blossom saying those words, she'd never really thought it would happen. 

"You... do?" She breathed, almost afraid to speak, afraid if she did the bubble would pop and the dream would end.

"I do, I think you're the coolest, most amazing, prettiest girl in the world. Not an army of Daryl Hannahs and Sissy Spaceks could change my mind. Your laugh and your voice are the first things I wanna hear in the morning and the last I wanna hear before bed."

Robin's eyes fluttered, a tear rolling down her cheek and when she opened her mouth to speak a sob came out instead. "I like you too, Blossom," she finally whispered, her voice cracking. "I've liked you for so long, but I was afraid--"

"I was afraid! I thought you liked that boy from Canada you told me about. I didn't know exactly what was going on, I've liked boys before, but I like you. I don't know if that means I'm a lesbian... a half lesbian? Is there such thing as a half lesbian?"

"I only made him up because I didn't want you to think I was pathetic. This whole time, I only liked you," Robin exclaimed, letting out a wet laugh. "I think that means you're bisexual," she said, pressing an overjoyed kiss to Blossom's mouth, kissing her urgently.

The other girl, in turn, kissed her back with the same enthusiasm, almost getting on top of her as she caressed the back of her neck and her dirty blonde hair.  

"You could never be pathetic, you're like... like a gorgeous mermaid goddess that I can't get enough of," she giggled.

Robin let out a full-bodied laugh. "You're the gorgeous mermaid goddess!" she exclaimed, kissing all over Blossom's face giddily. "Fuck, I can't believe this is really happening!" she cried, holding tightly to the other girl.

"Me neither, you're like a dream," Blossom leaned against her shoulder. "I wanna keep you all to myself and never share with anyone ever again."

"I'm okay with that," Robin laughed. "Does that mean... we're girlfriends?" she wondered, falling to the bed with the other girl in her arms.

"I think it does... we're girlfriends!" Blossom shrieked in excitement. "You're all mine now! This is perfect."

Robin couldn't stop the giddy laughter that filled her chest and she pressed her forehead to her girlfriend's, her cheeks hurting from how much she was smiling. "You know... I think I might need some more practice at this kissing thing. Think you could help me some more?" She teased, tracing the line of Blossom's jaw with her finger.

"What sort of teacher would I be if I refused?" She winked, pulling her closer again.

[dizzydispatch]

what is that 'Studio Ghibli' feeling made of?

It's how they manage that the slice-of-life, but-make-it-magic sort of feeling, mostly from those scenes that most filmmakers would gloss over or entirely cut. It's the fact that they're just as interested in the things that happen between productive scenes as they are the ones that tell the story.

The films tell these profound, heavy-hitting, human interest stories, while also maintaining a sense of childlike wonder in most of the films.

They feel like you're six years old, and something really bad has just happened on the news. Your mom is upset about it, and you don't really understand why, so you start to feel scared. But then she takes you to the aquarium to take your minds off of things, and at some point she sits down on the bench next to the jellyfish exhibit. The jellyfish are glowing all these gorgeous colors, staining the water with strands of radiant blue and green and purple, and as you sit beside your mom, she explains to you what happened today. She doesn't censor it because you're a kid, although she tells you gently, in an age-appropriate way. And so the two of you sit there, listening to the bubbling of the water and watching these ethereal creatures drift by like sea breeze, or the mist that rises from a hot pavement in the early morning, given solid form. And you feel both sad, but also content, knowing that you're here together, and that she loves you, and that bad things happen, at least you have each other.

That's what Studio Ghibli movies feel like. That fleeting, bittersweet transition between innocence and understanding, when you haven't quite entered into the adult world of the latter but you've certainly left the former.

They're made up of those moments when nothing is happening, and yet everything is. They're like the day you see your first rainbow and realize how ephemeral and faint they are in real life, so unlike the cartoonish bands you picture from the Lucky Charms commercial. But it's also the three minutes and forty seconds leading up to you noticing the rainbow, the ones where your head is down, carefully maneuvering your little rubber boots around not just the cracks that you always avoid on some childish superstition, but now the puddles gathering after this morning's rainstorm, too.

Those scenes, the ones where you're in the moment, all but forgetting that you're watching a movie, are like the warm afternoons when your grandma is baking bread, and you want to ask if you can help, but you're transfixed by the way her brittle old fingers move impossibly fast across the challah, nimbly twisting the dough into perfect braids, and you find yourself too captivated to interrupt. It's the feeling of watching the bread rise in the oven, seeing how it turns golden brown like the sky at sunset.

They're waking at dawn on the first day of school, feeling both paralyzed by the fear of the unknown and yet excited by the sight of that familiar, beloved hand-me-down backpack, the one you can officially call your own today, propped up against your bed.

They're falling asleep on the couch and waking up in your own bed, too old to not know that rationally, it must have been a parent who carried you there, but childishly, you find yourself still clinging to the last bit of that suspicion that maybe, just maybe, you teleported there.

Slice-of-life scenes are magical to me, because there's something so intimate about seeing someone who is, by all realistic standards, wholly stylized and completely artificial, yet feels infinitely more human than any hyperrealistic CG action movie.

They feel like a return to childhood, but the parts that your therapist isn't asking about when they prompt you to talk about your upbringing. They're a perfect blend of universal truths and idealized fantasy, somehow making the mundane seem magical, and the magical, mundane.

[theangiediary]

Happy WW! What do they think their brother (or other family member if you like) does better than anybody else in the whole wide world?

There's this paragraph in take the things you love by @hathfrozen :

Which I adore. So the thing Dean thinks Sam does better than anyone is sleeping in Baby. Sure not many other people do, but John was always restless when needs made it happen growing up, and Dean is very light sleeper so while nice, to be so close and bundled with Sam, the smallest forest noise or strong breeze would wake him (always alert, always watching out for Sammy). Occasionally girls would catch a couple hours after sex, but that's pure exhaustion and drink and not the same thing at all.

Sam... okay again, I don't want people to think I don't like him but honestly, for most of the series I'm not sure what Sam would say Dean is "the best" at. There's some mid-late moments where it's just "hunting" overall but idk if that's Sam's emotional truth or the fact that they know they're God/fate's favorite toys at that point, or both... Soulless called himself a better hunter than Dean, and while early seasons Dean might say "Dad is the best"/"Dad'll be fine"/hero worship John, Sam.. wouldn't, re: Dean. Sam left because he was always thinking someone wouldn't come back, ya know? Also the best of the what, 3(?) hunters they knew wasn't really saying anything.

Same kinda concept for like, early Sam wouldn't say Dean was the smartest, or the kindest, or the best at cars, or getting witnesses to talk, or...

Actually maybe "lucky"? Like, their lives really, really suck. No one's saying having your mom die as a kid is lucky, but things just seem.. easier, for Dean. Maybe he's best at obeying John (snide) (I know other people answered this too ✊), but since there's not much competition let's tie it into this larger, "Dean's damn good at adapting". The discount bin always has something Dean can make a meal out of, the prettiest girls in school fall over themselves to take him home (and he never gets bullied for his grungy jeans), doesn't get caught when he uses ridiculous covers like"Bikini Inspector" badges, I mean Faith alone.... Some of these things are practiced skills, some things are fate, some are just hidden from Sam by Dean.

Sorry, I write/think about Sam with a lot of envy/lust toward Dean. And love, but it's.. complicated. Possessive, because Dean is worth possessing. Dean is duty/loyal to Sam, who is special because he is Dean's. That's his little brother, who is incredible but there's lots of incredible people in the world that Dean wouldn't be devastated to lose. So Sammy's The Best title is something intimate. Vs Dean is like a jewel to Sam, anyone would be grateful to have him but they can't, he's wasted a little under John (gonna get him killed), but he belongs to Sam. His The Best title is something everyone gets to experience, but maybe can't see, because they don't have all of him like Sam does.

Does that make sense? I feel like I've just been in bite-y, baby dom Sam mode recently. Or more accurately, edible sweet submissive Dean 🫣.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

It Isn't Enough

Been rereading Is It Enough? again and ngl but kinda wondering what would happen if the others didn't find the hard drive with all the gifts - anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: unrequited love, heartbreak, self-destruction

Pairings: DLAMR (or everyone except roman)

Word Count: 2129

What do you do, Heartsman, when your heart is no longer in your chest?

Well, says the Heartsman, you have to go on living.

    It's not for him, and so he doesn't ask for it.

Roman understands, really, he does, that everyone's relationship with each other and with physical contact is different. He knows that no matter how much they all trust each other--or, rather, how much they trust each other--there are always going to be differences in boundaries, in affection, in comfort level. He understands that. He does, it's just...

Sometimes it's hard.

He watches the others sometimes. Just to see them sit with their shoulders pressed together, or a hand on one knee, or even hands brushing every so often. Soft words--too soft to hear from so far away--exchanged with expressions that speak plenty loudly enough.

Or it's affectionate claps on the shoulder, a friendly nudge, or even handing them something so they don't have to get up. Even the barest brush against each other, silent ways of saying I'm here, I see you, I'm here for you.

When it gets darker, or when Roman isn't there and they think he isn't watching, the touches grow more intimate. A kiss, a cuddle. It crawls on Roman's skin, a hunger he steadfastly refuses to feed.

It's not his place to demand it.

He hasn't earned it.

He can't ask for something he doesn't deserve they would never give him.

But oh, sometimes it aches.

To see the others pull each other into hugs, cuddles, even into laps in front of the TV. To clutch hands, cradle faces, and stroke hair. To see kisses pressed to foreheads, cheeks, hands, mouths.

It is not for him.

The others have earned the comfort they can take from each other, to be worthy of such free and easy affection. To demand it without the weight behind it would be cruel.

Or worse...cold.

Perfunctory. An obligation, not a choice freely made. It would rasp like sandpaper, grind like steel. It would hurt and the hunger within him would hurt more. Better to deal with an ache he has earned than hurt from things he didn't.

And so he sits and watches.

Watches the others take comfort in each other.

Watches the touches grow warm and warmer and warmer.

Watches shoulders drop, brows ease, eyes grow softer and kinder as they press against each other.

He watches and he grows a little colder and he smiles, happy that the others have found solace in each other and wonders what it would be like to reach out and have someone reach back.

It comes to a head one night when they're supposed to be watching a movie. Roman comes downstairs a little late and pauses before he makes it all the way to the living room. He stands there and he watches the others surround Virgil on the couch, kissing and cuddling and downright spoiling him with affection. Virgil's cheeks are flushed and it's clear he doesn't know what to do in the center of all that attention but he's smiling.

God, the way he's smiling.

Roman feels his own cheeks heat up too, out of shame and disgust with himself and how dirty watching this makes him feel, like some voyeur greedily devouring something he should never have seen and he flees that night, back to his room piled high with blankets in the dead of summer because he's always, always cold now.

Thomas wakes up in the middle of that night with a splitting pain in his chest and tears on his cheeks.

Because his chest doesn't stop hurting now. There's always that weird ache that doesn't feel like a muscle strain and isn't enough to stop him from doing things, but it's always there. He's contemplated whether or not to see someone about it, but he's not sure what he would describe it as.

One of his friends jokingly says he's got a broken heart, but Patton's fine. In fact, all of his Sides are doing great. Better than he could've ever hoped. He hasn't brought it up to them because it almost feels rude to, but it's...strange. Normally they're the ones to tell him something's wrong before he's even aware of it.

It's after one of their meetings and he's flicking idly through one of Roman's idea binders, going over the stuff they were considering for the next video, when he comes across a short story. It's not one of the ideas he remembers Roman pitching, and for a moment he wonders if it's one of Remus's.

He reads it. It's very short, only a few pages long, but it leaves him speechless.

It's about this character named the Heartsman, who goes around and finds complementary hearts. People come and ask for their true love and he finds them a match. But he doesn't call it 'true love,' because love is work the same way everything is, and he helps people realize that if they're willing to put in the work, they can grow their own true love.

But the Heartsman is only ever at the beginning of everyone else's stories, and once they find their happy lives, they forget about him. He watches all of these people find love and grow happy with themselves and no one ever spares him so much as a thank-you. It ends with him looking at his own heart, a rusted and mangled and broken thing, curling up around it in the cold and softly whispering it's okay. I'll love you.

The story's enough to make Thomas cry, and what's worse is he recognizes the feeling it leaves in his chest when he finishes.

So he summons Roman.

And he asks, why didn't you share this during the meeting, why did you write this, did you leave it in here by mistake?

And Roman says no, he didn't want to share it during the meeting, and no, he didn't leave it in here by mistake.

"I just wanted to see," he says, "if anyone would notice."

And because the others didn't, and Thomas is the only one who did, maybe Roman breaks a little bit. Maybe when Thomas asks him if he's okay, he sniffles and says no, it's not okay, because how could Romance be okay, all alone in the cold? Maybe Roman apologizes to Thomas because it's his fault Thomas is hurting, and maybe the reason it's been so bad lately is because Roman's been pouring his feelings into his own projects, ones he doesn't share with the others because they're too raw, too personal, and so he hides them away so he can put on a brave face for the world.

Maybe he's still curled around the rustled and mangled remains of his own heart, trying in vain to protect a spark that went out ages ago.

And so when Thomas asks if he wants a hug, Roman suddenly and painfully can't.

Maybe it's Patton, who's at the core of Thomas's feelings, who gets a sudden rush of emotion and goes to find out what's going on.

Maybe it's Logan, who notices that Thomas is still awake so late in the night and goes to find out why he's not asleep.

Maybe it's Virgil, who feels that someone is suddenly desperately afraid and goes to figure out who.

Maybe it's Janus, who realizes that someone is drowning in lies and goes to discover just what they're lying about.

Or maybe it's Remus, who has more of a bond with Roman than the others now and goes because his brother is in terrible pain.

They find Thomas, curled around Roman, who cried himself to sleep after telling him everything. They find the story, still open on the coffee table, about the Heartsman curled about his own heart because he was only ever there to help serve other people's stories.

They find Roman's heart, rusted and mangled and broken thing that it is, beating in the cold, cold air.

But what do you do with a heart?

Do you leave it there? Do you try and stuff it back into the chest? Do you try and stuff it into your own chest?

It's there now. You can't pretend you haven't seen it. You can't pretend you don't know what it means. There's no getting rid of it, not when it's lying there, right in front of you, still beating.

There is a world where they love you and they didn't know. There is a world where they cry with you and fumble to get your heart warm again, because hearts will fail and die if they're left out in the cold. There is a world where your heart is no longer in your chest but that's alright because it's theirs, now, and you can smile because you want to.

But there is also a world where they don't want your heart. They don't want you to hurt, but they don't want that from you. There is a world where they don't touch your heart because it's bloody and messy and yours, and they want nothing to do with it. They're upset that you're hurting, because they are good and kind but they are not yours. There is a world where your heart isn't in your chest but your hands are all bloody and you smile because you have to.

What do you do, Heartsman, when your heart is no longer in your chest?

Well, says the Heartsman, you have to go on living.

Why, says you, when my hands are full of blood and my chest is empty? How, when my heart is so cold and there is nothing around to help me make it warm again?

Because, says the Heartsman, you have to.

But why?

Because, says the Heartsman, you can always choose to love your own heart. Who better than you? Your heart is only so strong, it is only so weak. It may grow cold but as long as you love it, it will never fail and die. You love your own heart because you have to. Because there is always more to this life than just love.

But what do I do, says you, when all my heart can do is love and it is growing so, so cold? What else is there?

Life, says the Heartsman, there is always life. A heart hurts because if there was always sun and never rain, the flowers would die. It hurts because if it was always summer and never winter, you would never feel the joy of the first warm morning. It hurts because life is so short and so fleeting and it is the longest thing we will ever do.

Let your heart love what it loves. It loves the song you hear that gets stuck in your head. It loves your favorite meal that you treat yourself to. It loves the pages of a book you've been meaning to read, it loves the feel of the breeze through your hair as you walk, it loves and it loves and it loves.

And it loves you.

Me, says you, how could it love me? I'm so cruel to it.

Perhaps, says the Heartsman, but what else can it do? It is your heart, as you say, and all it can do is love.

So when your hands are bloody and your chest is empty, and all you want to do it curl around your heart and stay there, let yourself love. Grief, loss, pain…they will stay with your heart because it is only so strong, after all, but it is only so weak. Life will grow bigger around your bloodied hands and if you let it, it can help it feel warm again. Pick up your heart, hold it to your chest, and keep going. Life is the longest thing we will ever do and all our hearts can do is love.

You must go on living.

There is a world where Roman fades there, curled into Thomas's embrace. There is a world where Creativity becomes one again. There is a world where the story ends once the Heartsman fulfills his duties and there is no need for him anymore.

There is also a world where Roman gathers his story up from the table and bids everyone good night. There is a world where he goes into the Imagination and sits on a cliff overlooking a valley of sparkling grass covered in dew drops that glisten in the moonlight. There is a world where Roman cradles his heart to his chest and whispers it's okay, I'll love you.

After all, there must be night in order for there to be day, and Roman has always loved sunrises.

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