sex is cool but have you ever experienced someone providing such profound emotional safety that you could openly break down and confront trauma in their presence, free from the fear of judgment or ridicule?
Imagine you and Miles got into this big fight and you being petty, decide to hang up in his face and block him. As time past, more or so an hour, you're chilling on your bed mindlessly scrolling through social media you suddenly hear music blasting outside of your apartment and as you get up off your bed and make your way to the window to see what all that commotion was about, it was none other than your boyfriend Miles Morales, holding a jukebox and standing beside Ganke, who had a big "I'm sorry" poster in his hands.
“can you come down and talk to me, ma?!! I’m sorry!!” he yelled out as the slow R&B music fills the streets of New York with its loud melody.
As the events unfold before you, you notice concerned bystanders murmuring.
It was hard to contain your laughter as you were taken aback by his efforts to humiliate himself in order to win your favor back.
everyone sleeping in my girl the wild. she bottoms every tier list. it's hard to make art of her.
and yet she is not only the most powerful princess, she's the best chapter 3 and the best princess and the most lore and also yes she is objectively the most fuckable
once again grappling with my unfortunate and truly baffling tendency of developing stalkerish, satellite, one-sided, idol worship relationships with the smallest, nichest, most random internet users i literally know nothing about
swissalps. UGH. How can they be the exact opposite but so similar at the same time I can’t even explain. It’s all so gentle but intense…I think I’m going mad.
stalker enid au except its not the one from main but rather a completely separate au
i propose, enid sinclair. Busted nose, seen as a defect since birth even after wolfing out. Grew up learning all about how you just know you're mated and how it'll consume you. Its a whole thing in her pack, how having your one and only is everything
enid takes this to heart, after all she is a hopeless romantic but after an accident when she was young where she completely fucked up her nose, everyone around her had low hopes for her finding her mate, thinking that it fucked up her sense of smell. It didn't help that she's a late bloomer too and so enid is devastated
being in a very packed werewolf town, not alot of people want to befriend the literal outcast of outcasts so she didn't have alot of friends
and sure, she finds success! having done her best in hopes that it'll give her the validation she's been searching for since she was a child but in the end, as she finds herself a house and a good job, it leads her to nothing but emptiness when she celebrates her 30th bday alone
The werewolf may talk to coworkers and finds a place in this new community but its not the one until she decides to rent out her house and meets college student, Wednesday Addams
All sharp edges and glaring eyes, she's the person that would've bullied enid back then but...
She smelt enticing and even years later, Enid has always believed in soulmates
for no reason other than being an glutton for pain, i want to find a good unrequited love, no happy ending alastor x reader fic where at some point they have an exchange go a little like:
Al: You do know I’ll never truly love you, right, darling?
Reader: (Chuckling) Oh I am well aware that. I’ve been aware, I didn’t insist on you for the purpose of changing you. I can love you enough for the both of us.
Al: What absolute nonsense (Laugh track plays). You’d break your own heart and waste yourself for something unattainable. That’s a type of masochism I can’t comprehend.
Reader: And for this deal to continue working you don’t need to. It’s not a waste if I was never trying to obtain the thing to begin with, Alastor. We’re both getting something we want, we’re both satisfied. Some things are just as simple as being functional by a means of mutual benefit. I would have thought you’d understand at least that (said with a sincere smile).
Al:…
Al: Hm. I suppose you are right in this case, my dear.
Or along the lines of. Idk, a talk between the two of them where Alastor really doesn’t understand why Reader puts themselves in such a position and he’s simply getting entertainment out of “playing house”