#cue uncontrollable sobbing

[shinelikethunder]

it's remarkable the degree to which Whether A Story Lands depends on its ability to persuade you that even if a character's only present here due to their relevance in a particular role, they do actually exist as a whole human being outside it

#this is about Grace Person of Interest but it's also about way more than that #her job within the show is to make me sob uncontrollably whenever the pavlovian response to that soundtrack cue kicks in #but the reason it's uncontrollable-sobbing material is that i do buy that she's just an ordinary woman living with what she thinks is #ordinary grief. when in fact she's been carefully and lovingly shielded from the knowledge that she brushed shoulders with the sublime

[sadhours]

obsessed with steve eating pussy. sorry.

steve x f!reader

cw: 18+ smut, oral (f receiving)

“Steve,” you choke out in a breathy sob, fingers knitting into the damp locks of hair at the nape of his neck.

He moans in response, the sound vibrating through your core where he’s got his mouth on you. Your eyes meet his, under his thick lashes, his pupils blown wide with desperate arousal. The tip of nose buried in the curls between your legs and it’s the prettiest sight you’ve ever laid eyes on. Even with the pink and orange sunset behind him, Steve’s the best view. His head trapped between your thighs and you find it difficult to hold yourself upright on the hood of his BMW, but you can’t take your eyes off him.

Steve’s got his two middle fingers sunk deep in you, curled just right as you pour out around his knuckles. He eats you like he’s got a point to prove, and well, he thinks he does. Saw the way Hargrove flirted with you as you two walked into the parking lot at the community pool. So, maybe, he’s determined to devour you so beautifully that you won’t be able to think about anything else during your next shift. Jealousy is pretty cute on Steve, especially when it’s so pointless. No way in hell you’re even capable of finding another man attractive. You’re wholly Steve’s.

He whines as he licks through your folds, circles his tongue against your clit and straightens out the fingers he’s got buried deep in you, just to curl them again. You’re a mess of broken moans and cries, brows furrowed and jaw hung open as you watch him. Fingers tug at his hair and he takes the cue, keeping up exactly what he’s doing as your back arches and hips cant up against his face.

“Gonna— god, don’t stop,” you babble out, “just like that, Stevie… gonna cum.”

He blinks up at you, all pretty and wonderful. Eyes urging you on, saying what his mouth can’t because it’s too busy with the task at hand. But you can read it, can practically hear his voice begging you to cum for him.

Steve doesn’t dare let up when your body stills, then seizes against his face. A uncontrollable sob breaking from your throat as you squeeze him between your legs and pull at the roots of his hair. He groans, all deep and lovely against you. Loves his hair tugged at. He pulls your orgasm from you so sweetly, fingers and tongue working together to make you see stars. Only lets up when you let go of the vice grip you’d had on his hair. Steve stands, grabs your jaw and crashes your lips together. Whispers sweet things against your mouth and you cling to him so tightly, whispering compliments right back.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb

[agirlcandream84]

How Frank Would Handle Making You.. ahem… Squirt

Listen, sometimes you get to thinking and then you simply HAVE to write the hottest Frank headcanon.

Word Count: 873

Frank Castle x Reader (written inclusively)

You had been at it for 45 mins, Frank already pulling 3 orgasms out of you and his cock still felt as hard as steel as he thrusted measured and deeply into your core

"Doing so good for me sweetheart. Just need you a little longer," he'd huff into your ear, his pace slowing slightly to sink himself deeper.

You felt the flush creep up your neck, your ears burning tomato red. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the pressure built in your core. You had never come close to 3 orgasms, let alone 4, but you felt the familiar winding in your gut.

Despite Frank's praise, it all started to feel like too... much. The sweat beading at your brow. The hair stuck to your neck. The sheet bunched below your back. The everlasting sting and stretch of his cock. The deep punch punch punch as he he hit the spongey spot. Pleasure, yes, but too much of everything.

But you couldn't find words. You weren't sure you wanted anything to stop but the overstimulation had you panicky about the next orgasm, your heart racing as the tip of his cock nudged your wall so deeply that the air felt squeezed from your lungs.

"FFffrrannkie..." you stammer out, eyes squeezed so tight that tears fall out the corners.

"Fuck honey I know. I know baby," he says, grunting to give you to orgasm he thought you were whining for.

He changes pace to seat himself deeply against your slit, heavy balls slapping you, micro-thrusts of his cock so powerful that your vision goes black around the edges and your breath stalls in your lungs.

Your hand lands on his broad chest to stop his movements just as the orgasm tears through, making you squirt so forcefully that he pulls out instantly. Your back arches, eyes rolling back in your head as warm, clear liquid squirts in a steady stream from your pink walls. Your legs shake uncontrollably and tears stream down your cheeks.

"Fuck, honey. Shit, baby, you ok?," Frank is instantly attentive, guilt flooding him as he realizes he misread your cues. His only concern is you, his calloused hand landing feather-light on your cheek to swipe away the tears and gently push the hair from your face.

"Breathe for me sweetheart. Come on-- slow breath," he coos as one hand lands softly on your lower belly and the other on your quaking leg, trying to still your aftershocks.

Your heart rate slows and you can't help the hiccupped sob that bubbles up, covering your eyes with your forearm to hide the tears pouring out. Embarrassment burns through you. Shame at the mess you made in Frank's bed, the theatrics you put on. You had just been so overstimulated -- an impending orgasm had never felt so frightening before.

At the sound of your sob Frank scoops up your form to cradle you in his lap, I'm sorrys tumbling out of his mouth.

"Fuck honey I'm so sorry. Shoulda checked in with you better. I got caught up in the moment and I wasn't listenin'. Shit, baby, don't cry. You're ok. You're ok."

Through messy sobs you choke out "S'not your fault Frankie. I'm so embarrassed. I made such a mess"

You feel Frank pause, can practically hear his brows furrowing as he says, "Wait wait, hang on. Honey, none of this is your fault. You know that, don't you baby?"

You shake your head no and burrow it deeper into his chest. You couldn't bear looking at him after the show you'd just put on.

Gently, his hands pull you away from his chest but you avoid his eyes. "Sweetheart, you know that right? Need you to look at me baby"

You venture a quick glance to his face. His brows are furrowed and his eyes are scanning your features. You mumble out "I'm so embarrassed," before curling into his chest again, feeling like a blubbering, messy fool.

"Let's get something straight sweetheart," Franks starts, his words stern but his touch gentle. He rests his chin on your head as his hand makes slow, soft circles on your back. "I love every fuckin' part of your body and if i weren't so scared that I hurt you, I'd tell you how fuckin' gorgeous you looked taking me so well like that. You can make a mess in my bed anytime but we don't have to do that ever again if you don't want to. Ok?" and at his final word his finger hooked under your chin to lift your face to peer up at his.

You nod your head because you believe him and force out a soft "ok" in acknowledgement.

"Attagirl," he responds as he stands, your body still supported in his arms.

"Where are we going?" you ask quietly, your energy still zapped from the proceedings.

"First shower, then couch. I'm gonna clean you up and I'll order from the Bahn Mi place. But you gotta make me a promise sweetheart."

"What Frankie?' you respond tentatively.

"You're gonna let me take care you and get you cleaned up. No shame. No embarrassment. Understand?"

You nod yes against his chest as he carries you to the bathroom.

Ok I'm dead now bye.

#frank castle fic #frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle fanfic #frank castle #frank castle x y/n #frank castle x you #frank castle headcanons #frank castle smut

[jnkangels]

I NEED U TO MAKE A CEO SEVIKA SO I CAN CONTINUE LIVING WELL😩😩!!!!!!

—I love your writing<3

Hi babe, I'm glad you like it<3!!

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Hectic breaths and loud moans echo throughout the office, your head collided against the armored glass while the opponent's fingers played with your folds. The Rolex on her wrist screamed: Expensive! In the face of anyone who looked at it, the cold of the metal was close to your humidity; It made you shudder.

"Since you would like everyone to see how I'm fucking you right now, wouldn't you, my little flower?" She slammed your face even harder against the glass, the entire city could be seen from above, so much so that if you didn't were high enough someone would probably see them. She inserted two of her digits inside you, you arched your back at this.

"Answer you little scum, would you like everyone to see us? Do you like the idea of them seeing that you are my damn property? Come on, answer." She began a lazy rhythm with her fingers, waiting for the desired response: "Fuck yes!" Only for her soft thrusts to turn into more needy and rough ones.

Her fingers slides in and out of you; Introducing them deeper and deeper into the lubricious well of your walls, your thighs tremble while she fucks you with them. Unintentional sobs and moans that leave your throat uncontrolled and honestly, you wouldn't be able to describe it the feeling itself was so euphoric. She inserted another of her digits causing a squelch with each assault against your now sensitive pussy. "Please, Vika..." you whisper, the orgasm becoming more and more present.

As you remove her fingers from inside you, leaving your body shaking again. She brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them with an almost artistic discipline, but it is discouraging for her to want to taste you one more time, however, the throbbing of her point defeats that longing. "Would you like to eat my pussy, sweetness? Would you like me to cum all over your pretty face?"

“Yes, please,” you obey, she steps away from you and sits in her chair, the jingle of the belt buckle was your cue. You cautiously lowered her pants while she carefully watched your every movement. Sevika leaned her head against her headboard; you ran your tongue gently along the part of her pussy, she gently grabbed your hair to bring your head closer to her entrance. She set an almost obscene rhythm with her hips seeking more friction.

Sevika's fingers tangled in your hair pulling it lightly, she bit her lip as your tongue ventured even deeper into the confines of her clit. You lifted one of her legs up to your shoulder and left the other down.

She must have been fascinated by your skillful movement, she kept her eyes on you and you didn't break eye contact. Occasionally, involuntary grunts and moans escaped her lips, her swollen clit dictating that she was even closer to orgasm than before. "I'm going to cum all over your pretty face, sweetness."

Your face collided with her pussy again, her juices spread all over your face and she gave you a satisfied smile. Sevika got up from her seat, pulled up her pants and helped you up, she sat you on the table and cleaned the mess — which she made herself — from your face.

"Go home and clean yourself up, I'll come pick you up at eight."

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#arcane #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #sevika #lesbian #sevika smut #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #smut #sevika league of legends #ceo au #wlw #—cass writings

[leahsgf]

I had a nightmare I picked the queen card and was chased and killed by the girls, nat and I were daying and she held me while I was dying in her arms 😭 I’m traumatized

your inevitable

pairings. post!crash natalie x reader

warnings. mentions of blood/knives and death

i’m sorry about your nightmare BUT also thank you for the writing inspiration! this is just pure sadness i have no other words..

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it had all moved so fast. from the moment you plucked the card from the stack in misty’s grasp, and almost instantly accepted your fate. you knew how this went, it was routine to the group by now, there was no way around it.

no returns.

the practically burning cold belonging to shauna’s blade pressed tightly against your throat, as a crowd of eyes stared you down, emotionless, yet glazed over with an almost enjoyment, like some twisted entertainment act.

in what felt like a split second, the force trapping you in place from behind was ripped away from you, and thrown to the ground, making you freeze and your ears ring. a blur of utter chaos erupted around you, and a warm hand clasped around yours, dragging you outside, and away from the cabin, refusing to slow or let up through any stumble you took.

the others clocked on within seconds, mirroring your tracks with a statement of how the wilderness had selected you to run, and for them to hunt. howls and screams followed you, echoing and bouncing off of the trees almost mockingly, the drags of their now finely crafted handmade weapons against the snow behind them.

you had never been the fastest runner on the team, and you knew in the pit of your stomach that all of this was simply the delaying of your inevitable. that’s all it was. that was how this ended. you’d seen it countless times. still, you allowed yourself to be pulled forwards, attempting to keep up with the person.

“come on, it’s okay, we’re gonna be okay, i know a place, just keep moving. i’ve got you”

natalie. of course it was her.

in the beginning of your relationship the pair of you had endless discussions about each of your fears and what you needed to help with these. of course, in all of that you had never once imagined that not only would your anxieties about everyone you love turning and ganging up on you be true, but your best friends would be physically hunting you instead, and it wasn’t some silly thought that natalie could help ease.

the same way you couldn’t reassure her that you weren’t going anywhere and that you weren’t going to leave her. because out in the wilderness, your own existence was no longer something that you had any power over. however, the silent tears slipping down her cheeks told you louder than any words could that she knew exactly what was going to happen, and that she was just doing the same as you. desperately pushing back the inevitable.

you fell to the ground and into natalie’s arms, uncontrollably sobbing and heaving as you stumbled into the space that javi had previously hidden out in. the same one that he had been trying to show her when he died. when he was chosen.

“i-i’m so scared. i don’t want to d-die. pl-please” her arms scrambled to wrap around you, as an unspoken knowing that this was the last time they would fell between the pair of you. there was no promise or reassurance she could give you that wouldn’t be entirely empty. the snow would snitch, the imprints of your previous footsteps trailing your hunters right to you.

you whimpered as she was torn away from you, as if on cue, and launched against a ‘wall’, held there by mari, misty and melissa, who’s eyes were never once not on your body, even through all of natalie’s fighting, as you were viciously hauled up and onto your feet.

van held you up, sternly, as shauna resumed her previous position behind you, and that cold feeling against your neck returned, with a significant increase in force. a refusal to allow you to escape once more.

this time there was no pause. not an ounce of hesitation from the once reserved, shy girl who you had known since you were in diapers.

the girl who cried because she’d accidentally taken your block from you when you were five, now taking your life as if it was a casual, everyday doing.

which it now was.

the wilderness wanted you. so it got you.

the last sound you heard was your girlfriend’s screams as you felt the pressure shift, flush against you, a sudden, violent warmth flooding down your neck before you slumped to the ground like a rag doll, the snapping of sticks below you eerily filling the sudden silence that overcame.

“no no no no no”

natalie fell towards you, the hold on her having been released, wailing hysterically as she cradled you, pulling you close into her and blocking out the chants of “the wilderness chose” surrounding her. she wiped away what had been your last tears and pressed a shaky kiss to your forehead as you remained motionless.

“it’s okay, you go. i love you. i’ll love you forever. i’ll never forget you. i’m so sorry baby. i’m so so sorry.” she weeped as she brushed the hair away from your face, and watched the life fade from your eyes.

she remained in that position, holding you and almost rocking you, her screams not letting up for hours until she couldn’t fight off the others from taking you away.

natalie scatorccio had never been certain about anything in her life. not really. but the one thing that she had been certain of, into adulthood, and even in her own death, decades later, when the hunts still remained, was that her love for you was the best thing she’d ever had.

and she never got over that.

not really.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio #nat scatorccio #nat scatorccio x reader #angst #sad ending #i’m sorry #no i’m not

[mikachacha]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) Pt. 6

Synopsis: you thought you were finally ready to face her but you were dead wrong. And so the revenge begins.

Warnings: anxiety attacks, y/n being a petty bitch, cursing

(A/N: if y'all don't know yet, this is the reputation era and guess what? We're extending for two more parts! cons of having way too much idea but thank you guys so much for still supporting this little series from start and now we're nearing the finish line 🫶🫶)

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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You felt your heart stop for a moment when you realized it was Bada who you bumped into. You hurriedly picked up the papers and took those that she managed to gather. You apologized for bumping into her before thanking her hurriedly then you scurried off. You went to the comfort room, hid inside one of the stalls as you began sobbing uncontrollably. Your heart is beating way too fast inside your chest and you didn't like it at all. You hated the feeling. It's like you're being chased by someone and you're struggling to calm yourself down.

"Hey? Are you okay there?" someone knocked on your door and you couldn't speak due to the fact that you're still sobbing and shaking like a leaf. You needed help, you know it so you opened the door and when the person saw you in that situation, they led you out of the stall and began rubbing your back in a soothing manner.

"Hey.. Hey listen to my voice, sweetie.. I want you to breathe with me, okay?" the person said and cupped your cheeks with their palm and you nodded. You're feeling light headed from this anxiety attack and you could hardly breathe and this person is doing an amazing job at helping you calm down. You followed their voice and breathed at their cue. Your sobs became less and less and you were breathing on your own.

You hugged the person in front of you, really thankful that they found you on time and helped you. You couldn't imagine what could've happened if they didn't come to your aid. The person only rubbed your back, sighing in relief that you're okay now.

"Thank you so much for helping me out.. I really appreciate it. I'm Y/N by the way.." you pulled away from the hug and introduced yourself to your savior.

"I'm Yeni. It's nice meeting you and no worries, if you ever need someone to talk to, just go over to Wolf'Lo or if I'm not there, you can always ask my team." Yeni says and you nodded happily. You're glad that you're making new friends and Yeni seemed really nice and sweet.

You fixed yourself up and walked out of the comfort room with Yeni, joking and laughing like you've known each other for years. Unbeknownst to both of you, Bada saw and she's confused and a bit hurt but she really couldn't blame you. It's been three years and you definitely deserve someone who will make you laugh, not someone who makes you cry and doubt your own worth constantly. She wants to be happy for you, she really does but she couldn't help but feel jealous and wish it was her who's making you laugh. She's annoyed with how selfish she sounds but Bada's still not over you, she's still so in love with you.

Days went by and you're doing your best to avoid Bada at all cost which was quite hard since you're technically working together and she's actively seeking you out. You just pretend that she's not there or go stick with Jam Republic or go to Wolf'Lo but if both options are not available, you just go the opposite way pretending to have forgotten something. Bada was getting slightly annoyed by this so when they took a break from filming, she went over to where you stood with Jam Republic and tapped your shoulder.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" Bada asked and you gave her your most nonchalant over the shoulder look and raised your eyebrow while looking at her. Before you could respond, Ling spoke.

"Do you guys know each other, Y/N?" she asks and you turned to face her and the rest of the team before shaking your head, denying that you and Bada know each other which was a pretty low blow but it's pretty satisfying, especially when you saw how Bada's smile faltered at the denial.

"Not really. I must have gotten her papers mixed with yours when I bumped into her a few days ago. I'm gonna have to check to sort it all out." you told them and smiled. You then left with Jam Republic, leaving Bada there to process what the heck just happened.

Bada stood there, watching you leave with the pink group. She knows she deserve that cold treatment but damn did it hurt. Now she knows a fraction of how you felt years ago when she was this asshole who played with her. It wasn't a nice feeling, she felt like she was stabbed repeatedly on the chest.

"I'm not gonna lie just because you're my unnie but you did deserve that." Lusher said and patted Bada on the shoulder. She wanted to bitch out but she knows her friend is right, she did deserve it. She deserves more than that if she's gonna be totally honest. What she did to you and what she put you through is just plain cruel and there's no excuse that will justify that. But Bada is still wishing that maybe someday, you'll give her a chance to make it up to you. Maybe someday she can apologize for you and show you how sincere she is and she knows that it's impossible but she's still wishing that she can make things right and love you better this time.

Just because you're actively avoiding Bada doesn't mean that she has stopped putting effort into getting you to notice her. She'd send you flowers, cards, snacks and just about everything she knows you like but they always end up in the trash or given to other people. Your fellow translators would often shake their heads and snicker whenever something is delivered for you that came from Bada because they always knew its eventual fate, it's either in the trash or given to others.

Word got around that Bada is pursuing you but then someone leaked out the info of you being Bada's previous girlfriend and that you guys broke up in bad terms. You were honestly pissed off but you knew it'll come out eventually. You were hanging out on the bench outside, it was already dark out and you just wanted to feel the fresh air as you felt suffocated inside the studio. You had your eyes close when you felt someone sit beside you. You thought it was Bada and your rage must've been visible that it got Yeni laughing and placing an arm on your shoulder which calmed you down.

"It's just me, Y/N. Thought you fell asleep but I was proven wrong." she chuckles and you playfully slapped her thigh as you rolled your eyes. You knew why she was there, she's curious as well about your past relationship with Bada, as most people are.

"I know why you're here and it's okay, I know you're curious like the others. But please, don't tell anyone else about this. As much as I want to punch Bada in the face right now for all the things she did, I saw with my own eyes how hard she has worked to get to where she is right now. I don't want our past relationship define her, I don't want her past to define who she is right now." you told Yeni and she nodded, a silent reassurance that she understands and that she honors your request. You told her everything, how it started so well and how it fell apart. You were crying but you really wanted to get it off your chest and you felt like you could trust Yeni with all the burden you've been carrying in your heart for so long.

Yeni was shocked, angry and in awe as you told her your story with Bada. She didn't know that Bada was so cruel to you, she's also in awe how you managed to find the courage to get out of that relationship and begin again. Yeni was in tears as you finished and just hugged you tight. You were literally the sweetest person she knows and it's crazy that you went through all of that shit because of your love for that one person.

"Oh Y/N.. I'm so sorry that you went through that. But also thank you for telling me your story. I couldn't start to imagine how painful it must've felt for you to reopen that memory.. I really wish I could take some of your pain because that's too much for one person, too much for one lifetime but I can't.. All I can do is be here for you, talk to you and comfort you." Yeni says and you wiped your tears away, just letting yourself melt into her warm embrace as you slowly calmed down.

"Thank you, Yeni.. Thank you for always listening and being here for me when I needed someone to cry on.." you say and kissed her cheek. You wanted to stay like that some more but then you were both called back in as filming resumed. You parted ways but you're in a much better mood now. Yeni kept looking at you, a smile on her lips as she couldn't deny that her admiration for you grew even more as she got to know you better.

———;

@lil-elliesgf @efyyylee @hwm1hyun @mikaleialt @bunnywonyo @badaswifey @mrs-grim-reaper @b1ackbunny @wifey-badalee

#bada lee #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee imagine #bada fanfic #yeni cho

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

HANDS ON YOU — 024

IN WHICH; ILAND 2 happened and you debuted first place as the leader of LUMIÉRE. Having been told that your group is involved in a lore crossover with ENHYPEN, you navigate work, friendship, and love while trying to make it in an industry filled with animosity and condemnation. When life throws you lemons, you gotta make lemonades chuck it right back!

smau + written (1.1k words)

❥･• chapter 24 — you

You stand behind a van at the entrance of the park, seeking cover beneath a magnificent tree. It didn’t help much that it was still bright out and your tear-soaked mask fails to conceal your emotions, which have been pouring out ceaselessly since you excused yourself from the dorm.

Fortunately, it being a quiet Monday afternoon, there are hardly any passersby. The few exceptions, mostly older individuals taking their customary walks, do not pay you much attention.

Silently, you rock back and forth, noticing the coolness in the air and the leaves on the trees around you transitioning to hues of amber and gold, signaling the impending arrival of autumn.

You can't help but find it ironic that the person you long to see after Ray dropped such a devastating bombshell on you is him. Somewhere amidst the late-night conversations and intimate moments you shared, Heeseung became your anchor. In times of adversity, he is the one who offers solace, the same guy who held you in a headlock nearly three months ago.

"Y/N!" Your head whips toward the sound of the familiar voice, and you see Heeseung running toward you. Chuckling softly, you notice he has thrown a coat over his sleeping hoodie, his tousled bed hair still in disarray, and his shoelaces untied. "You didn't have to rush!"

"I didn't want to keep you waiting—oh my God, are you crying?" Instinctively, he cups your face, trapping you between the unassuming van and his body. As if on cue, all the emotions you have been suppressing burst forth once again, and you find yourself uncontrollably sobbing, seeking solace in his arms. Heeseung gently caresses your hair while you try to muffle your sobs against his shoulder.

"God, I hate seeing you like this," he grumbles, his breath brushing against the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm sorry. Come to think of it, I always look like absolute shit whenever you see me."

"Hey, every time I lay my eyes on you is a blessing. Unless you're suggesting that I'm not only rizzless but also tasteless, I don't want to hear you say that about yourself." He huffs, and you laugh at his playful antics, grateful that they manage to lift your spirits, even if only momentarily.

"So, do you want to talk about what's troubling you?" He prompts, carefully studying your expression before delving deeper. "If it makes you feel any better, Ray seems much calmer now than when she first showed up."

"That's good.” You breathe a sigh of relief, your voice surprisingly calm. You create some distance between the two of you which leads to his hands dropping from your face to your waist, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your sides, much like the times when the two of you practiced the partner choreography together. Heeseung has always made sure you feel comfortable during rehearsals, and you've come to find solace in the little things he does for you, perhaps way too much.

You look up at him, a lone tear escaping the corner of your eye, and Heeseung swears he has never seen you so vulnerable yet so breathtakingly beautiful. It is no secret that he has an enormous crush on you, but he has never been certain if you reciprocate his feelings or if you consider him just a close friend, like you do Jungwon.

Heeseung smiles encouragingly, urging you to speak, and after deliberating for some time on how to articulate your thoughts, you finally do. "I just found out something that supposedly happened during I-LAND, and now I don't know what to do with this information."

"I know it's been ages since the show ended, and I shouldn't dwell on what happened, but I can't help but feel..." You trail off, averting your gaze while toying with the strap of his coat.

"Hurt?" Heeseung finishes your sentence, causing you to snap your eyes up to meet his. "Yeah, how did you…?"

"Ray filled me in before I left. YN, I've been where you are, more than two years ago. I know better than anyone what you're going through." It takes you a moment to grasp his meaning, and once you do, a laugh escapes your lips. "How did you manage?"

"Back then, we were all young and desperate," Heeseung begins, his fingers gently caressing your hair as he speaks, and you instinctively lean into his touch. "I believe everything happens for a reason. No matter how fucked up the situation was, it played a part in leading you here as the leader of Lumière."

"How so?"

"For instance, if you had ended up taking on the vocal representative role, you wouldn't have shown the rest of the I-landers that you in fact, don't consider yourself better than them." He squeezes your cheeks playfully, causing you to pout as memories of the incident resurface.

"Remember that conversation you had with Minjung on the balcony? You mentioned feeling pressured because of everyone's high expectations?" You nod, recalling the context of the heartfelt talk that was showcased in that episode.

"And if I know a thing or two, you were probably relieved when they took you off the role, weren't you?" He arches an eyebrow, and you mimic his expression, surprised that he read you like an open book despite not being there physically. "Honestly, yeah. But at the time, I genuinely thought it was because I wasn't good enough. For the sake of the team, I was willing to do whatever they wanted. I just didn't realize they saw me that way back then. I must have looked like a complete fool walking around like I owned the place."

"Y/N, respectfully, shut up." You stifle a laugh, and he smiles down at you. It's in that moment that you become acutely aware of how close you are to each other. A slight movement, and your lips would be pressed against his—not that you’d complain if it ever comes down to it.

"All that matters is that you proved them wrong. And if anything, I'm sure your members feel just as remorseful as Ray does, doesn’t excuse her for being a B-word towards you though.” Heeseung pouts, somehow more angrier than you who is in the unfortunate predicament in the first place. You mentally thank Heeseung for still respecting your members despite being visibly upset over it. It’s one of the traits you like about him.

“Talk to them, Y/N."

"I'm not planning to avoid it. I'm just unsure of how I should approach it," you confess, feeling deflated as thoughts of confrontation fill your mind. Yes, you may be the leader of Lumière, and may always seem like you’re calm and somehow have the answer to everything, but just like everyone else, you're human; you get lost and your feelings get hurt too.

“Come to think of it, if you knew what happened during our I-LAND, you must’ve watched the show didn’t you?” A mischievous smirk plays on your lips as you recall how Heeseung vehemently denied watching it, only remembering you from the final episode.

"Be honest, you planned this to get it out of me, didn't you?" He playfully pokes your side, causing you to cave in on yourself, laughing.

“How could I not when someone as talented as you was performing one of our songs? On top of that, it was Fever?” You know he’s playing with you but you could still feel your cheeks heating up, as you smile foolishly to yourself. You were suppose to be the one teasing him, not the other way around!

"That means you voted too?" you ask, intending to turn the table on him.

“Of course, I did.”

“For who?”

“You.” (you in fact did not turn tables 🤡)

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authors note: i love how i’m going back and forth between heeyn and drama with these chapters 💀 some context for all my fellow engenes who didn’t manage to watch I-LAND (just to be clear, y’all don’t have to watch it to be engenes! in fact i recommend against watching the show, it was traumatic asf 😀). basically for their first mission, based on what i rmbr, Heeseung was originally part 1 (centre) for the signal song but a few of the ilanders didn’t really like the way he lead practises. So they, kinda conspired(?) behind his back and instigated to vote him out of the part and put Ni-ki up instead, he basically ended up in part 10 with one line in the song even though he was the most capable one there. this is not intended to throw any shade at any trainees at that time of the show (maybe seon 🫢), only for the development of the plot!! only love for all members of enha allowed <3 also heeyn situationship era is so fun to write y’all have no idea 👀

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[audinosaur]

seijoh road trip ¡!

(bc i’m on a super long car ride right now)

let’s start with seating arrangements (assume they’re in an suv or something bc those maniacs would not be able to fit in anything small) 

iwaizumi’s driving (i don’t think this needs an explanation) 

matsukawa’s in the passengers seat. always. he’s the oldest sibling so therefore the front seat is his god-given right, sitting in the back is just too foreign for him

(he’d also put together a pretty nice playlist for the trip let’s be honest) 

kindaichi’s also usually a front seater (when he drives w his family), but with anyone else he prefers the very back row. it’s nice and secluded :)

plus he always sits next to kunimi, and kunimi needs the seclusion

speaking of needs, yahaba gets car sick ridiculously easy, so he needs to be next to a window so he can have easy vomiting access

like actually, the slightest bump or turn will make him throw up. 

watari’s right there next to him (he’s the only one sane enough & versatile enough to handle being in the very center of everything)

oikawa’s sitting behind iwaizumi, partially to be a helpful navigator and partially to annoy the fuck outta him

makki’s in the third row. i don’t have much to say about this, he’s just chill. you could put him on the hood of the car and he’d be all “this is cool man”

kyoutani’s in the trunk lol

he’s a trunk guy?? he’d sit back there with his dog and enjoy being away from everyone (plus he kinda hates the feel of seatbelts, they’re too constrictive)

(“that’s kind of the fucking point kyou”)

(“you are literally turning green go puke your guts out yahaba”)

hanamaki is the king of snacks. chips? he’s got em. chocolates? he’s got em. cookies? he’s got em. that boys bag is the equivalent to mary poppins’, the snacks just keep coming

funnily enough he can never remember to bring a phone charger

(chargers are kunimi’s department) 

kunimi’s blasting music/white noise/anything into his earbuds the entire ride. he NEEDS his shit to be charged because he’s not about to listen to people talking (read: arguing) for hours on end

kindaichi’s always the one who had to go to the bathroom immediately after they leave the rest stop

“why didn’t you go back there??”

“I DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THEN-”  

when everyone falls asleep iwaizumi likes to listen to true crime podcasts

the only thing is, watari is physically incapable of falling asleep in cars (i am projecting) so he just has to listen in horror as a narrator describes the most gruesome, bloody murders he’s ever heard

they accidentally left kindaichi behind once at a gas station (it was only for 5 minutes, but he sobbed uncontrollably)

after that they made sure to do a head count at every stop

every half hour oikawa will get bored and make them all play games like i spy, 20 questions, truth or dare (mostly truths), etc. 

cue kyouhaba crawling over the seats to beat the shit out of each other during punch buggy

kunimi’s splayed over kindaichi for half of the trip

so hanamaki will be having a conversation with kindaichi and trying so hard to ignore the fact that kunimi’s head is in his lap and the former is combing his fingers through the latters hair 

oikawa switches out to drive so that iwaizumi can sleep for a bit, but ends up screaming at some dumb crap another car did and is banned from the wheel (road rage oikawa supremacy!)

kyoutani’s the “are we there yet?” person. every ten minutes he’ll ask how much longer until they stop

when they do stop, he’ll just go run a lap or two. then come back ten times happier than before, he just needs to stretch his legs !!

mattsun will look up fun facts about each place they visit to entertain everyone :) he’ll be very “dad”-ish about it, like “woaahh, listen to this kids” and “jeez louise that’s a cool little nugget of information”

(we need more dorky matsukawa he’s a total fucking nerd sometimes)

he likes to recline his seat all the way back just to piss yahaba off (he moves it back upright but only after making the second year say please)

yahaba practically falls to the ground when they pull over at rest stops. everyone will go get food/water and pee and he’ll still be kneeling on the pavement holding his stomach when they get back

(when i said the guy gets car sick i MEANT CAR SICK)

in between podcast episodes, iwaizumi will look back at all his sleeping teammates (and a mortified watari) and just think about how much he loves his friends :)) 

#this got very long sorry :’D #i just love them so much #seijoh #aoba johsai #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #yahaba shigeru #watari shinji #oikawa tooru #hanamaki takahiro #kyoutani kentarou #kyouhaba #kinkuni #haikyuu!!

[reallyromealone]

After reading the fic about the Mizo middle crew throwing cheese at baby michi it gave me this request idea okay so the Mizo middle crew buy these masks (I know five nights at Freddy didn’t exist back then but let’s pretend it does) of the animatronics in hopes to scare takemichi since takemichi is scared of them and they go hide in hopes to scare him and they hear foot steps and they jump up to scare him except it wasn’t takemichi who they scared it was baby michi and baby michi is just bawling their eyes out cause of the masks and the Mizo crew remove their mask and start saying “no no no it’s us your friends it’s just a mask see?” And cue the Mizo crew being chased by baji, chifuyu, smiley and peh and pah while being Draken, mitsuya and Hakkai are comforting the crying baby

As someone who actively remembers pre Fnaf, I know the bs that's perfect for this.

Do y'all remember the maze game?

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"Oh this is gonna be so good!" Makoto said excitedly as they put on the creepy Regan mask, the teens recently played an online game that had a jumpscare that made Takemichi scared of his own shadow.

So the rest of the Mizo mid gang decided it would be perfect to scare the crap out of him.

With the spare key in hand the teens went into the blonds house and hid in the hall closet, holding in their giggles as they waited.

Twenty minutes later the front door opened and the sound of footsteps in the livingroom but what they failed to hear was the multiple footsteps and voices as Toman was also there.

(Name) waddled down the hall to grab his new toy to show Mikey, the blond becoming (name)s favorite as the two could be equally childish.

The Mizo mid mistook the footsteps of little (name) for Takemichi and jumped out of the closet yelling, terrifying poor (name) who let out a blood curdling scream "MIMI!" he screamed out and ran back into the livingroom sobbing uncontrollably as Toman immediately got up and went to find out who terrified the tiny Hanagaki who was shaking and sobbing "who the hell?!" Baji yelled out as smiley cracked his neck "someone lookin' to die!"

Mizo mid felt their blood freeze as Baji, Mikey, Chifuyu, smiley along with Peh and Pah looked ready to bust their asses "SHIT---" Akkun yelled as the Mizo mid ran for their lives, knowing if they didn't they would get their asses handed to them.

"Shhh bud it's ok" Takemichi said to his baby brother while, Mitsuya, Hakkai and Draken fretted over the boy, the rest of Toman checking the house to make sure no one else was hiding.

It took an hour and a half to sooth (name) and even then he wouldn't go anywhere without someone, talking about the scary monster and bad to be put back on pull ups at night because Mizo mid truamatized the poor boy.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #toman x male reader #toman x reader #toman gang

[prismaticfaery]

Headcanons for some of our boys handling your nosebleeds! (Ghost, Soap, and Gaz)

Summary: Your nose bleeds whenever you experience extreme emotions. (GN Reader!)

TW: Blood

A/N: I found myself cackling to a few things in these headcanons. Enjoy, loves!

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He was surprised when you told him initially that any intense emotion you felt caused a gushing nosebleed.

The first time it happened, he was so unprepared when you had burst into tears about a canceled plan you’d made weeks ago with a friend. He cupped a hand over your face and dragged you to the bathroom. 

From then on, he kept tissues in his pocket. 

Anytime after, if he was with you and a major shift in your emotions caused another nosebleed, he would dig a tissue out of his pocket, placing it on your nose and gingerly placing his hand on your back so you could lean forward to let the blood flow out of your nose and not into the back of your throat

His timing was impeccable whenever you had a nosebleed, catching it with his hand or a tissue with light speed. He would never get a drop on the floor. 

Once, you had sneezed during a nosebleed and sprayed him. He never lets you live that down. 

Learned to never wear white ever again. 

He invested a lot into a good washer and dryer. 

Always made sure to never cause you stress, de-escalating any situation with great care. 

Ran out of tissues one time when you were watching a sad movie at the theater and an animal character died, and used the sleeve of his pullover, holding his covered arm over your nose as you sob uncontrollably, shoving popcorn in your mouth. 

Also never let you live that down. 

Is the King of stain removal— he’s a Special Forces Lieutenant so he knows all the tips and tricks for bloodstains. 

John “Soap” MacTavish 

He first found out about your nosebleeds when you punched a teammate for making the stupid decision to call you a nasty name out in the training field for making a mistake. You were seething. 

Cue the trail of blood. John immediately pinches your nose, asking if anyone had something to cover your face with. A teammate hands him a towel, covering your face with it as he drags you to the infirmary. 

Stupidly called you his “little ketchup packet”. 

“Get it, ‘cause, you know… the blood?”

Has had to throw out multiple shirts because he would never keep his word on stocking up on tissues so he’d use the next best thing— his shirts. 

Never mastered the blood catching technique with his hands, it would always drip everywhere and leave trails behind you both that he’d have to clean later. 

After seeing you get upset one day and having a nosebleed, he drags you to the infirmary for the upteenth time. One of your teammates had stuck a tampon up each of your nostrils to hold you over. 

John once asked what size he should get in tampons so he could just slide them into your nostrils and save the toilet paper rolls.

“I’m going to get super plus since they seem to soak up more.”

Needless to say, they were not able to fit inside your nostrils. 

Kissed you once after a nosebleed and caused another immediately. 

Created a board that said: “days without a nosebleed-“. 

Made you upset one day and would immediately regret it when your nose gushed for 15 minutes. He makes it up to you with a movie and pizza. 

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

The first time your nose bled, it was during your first date. You were so excited during your conversation that your nose bled onto the table. 

He was so worried that his first instinct was to lean over the table and pinch your nose, and you sat there immediately enamored by his action. 

After the date, he knew he wanted to be with you and so he had an embroidered handkerchief made for him to keep in his pocket. 

Calls the handkerchief “Edward Cullen”. 

He always talked you out of anything that made you angry because your anger caused the worst nosebleeds. 

Has a good stain fighting detergent and keeps Tide pens with him. 

Gaz had questioned how much blood you lost in a year many times. 

He’s always strangely calm during a nosebleed, taking his handkerchief out of his pocket while shushing you quietly, watching the blood soak into the cloth. 

Was never upset when you got blood on his clothes because stains could always come out or clothes could be replaced. 

Has given you his hoodies if you get blood on your shirt while out of the house. 

You once got sad while you were reading and had blood drip into your bowl of ice cream and he laughed and said: “hey, strawberry sauce on tap”. 

#call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty headcanons #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

[dotieeee]

The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 5

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — Weekly updates (either Saturday or Sunday) because I found a rhythm of sorts lol

(The entire fic has been outlined, so I will see this to the end, you have my word)

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Link to the Masterlist

Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

Non-con touching and kissing

Graphic depictions of violence

powerplay

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

Link to the previous chapter

Chapter 5: Your King

Perhaps you had been foolish to think that your master’s blossoming infatuation was just a passing fancy – that he’d eventually set sight on someone else if you’d just kept avoiding him. That faint glimmer of hope was your only solace; but even that, and your chances of living a normal life as a nobody in the realm of the Dreaming, was just crushed by no more than a simple bunch of stupid red flowers. You had nothing going for you now: you had no one you can trust and nowhere to go. Like he did in the library, he had completely backed you into a corner with no chance of ever escaping.

You had never felt so helpless in your entire, albeit still short, existence. And this was all the doing of an Endless you had sworn to devote your life to.

Not that your loyalty to your duties and his realm has wavered – it never will for as long as you breathe – but what he has so far implied seems to ask for a whole new kind of commitment altogether.

So, why you?  He is Dream of the Endless - he, of all beings, could easily woo any goddess, queen, or celestial being. You had heard he was wed once to one of the Greek Muses. Surely, any of them would make a perfect match to one such as him. Not you, nor any of his creations could possibly meet their creator’s needs.

Never mind what he needs – is this something you want? You had been avoiding this question in your head since the Dream Lord kissed you. Would you be able to look at him as someone else besides your king? Would he take it well if you said ‘no’ right now and be done with it? Would he force you? Perhaps it’s better that you give up and let him have his way. And where is that useless little voice when you need it?

“What do you think of that now, huh? Where are you? Why won’t you fucking talk to me?!”

You’re in your chambers, yelling at nobody in the dark. Just a few moments ago, after you read that awful thing in the florist’s manual, you ran to your room and dragged the sofa to the door, barricading yourself in. You closed the door to the balcony and drew all the curtains, so you’re left with just the faint glow of the setting sun coming through the brocade drapes on the windows, and the soft shimmer of the painted night sky in the ceiling.

You’re now huddled behind the four-poster bed, knees to your chest, scared out of your wits. Your screaming turns into uncontrollable sobbing as you hug your legs for comfort that won’t come.

“I need your help, I don’t know what to do anymore,” you whisper through your tears, hoping for even just one snarky retort from that resident at the back of your head.

But it stays silent, and you’re left without help, alone to deal with that storm of emotions in you that refuse to let up.

***

You’re lying on the floor in a fetal position, never having moved an inch from behind the bed’s headboard. You’ve lost track of time since you had drawn the curtains and had been drifting in and out of sleep. You had heard knocking and perhaps the faint voice of Morwyn calling from outside your door. You also vaguely remember responding how “you wanted to be left alone,” but you’re not sure if she heard. Frankly, you don’t care – you know you’ll eventually need to snap out of it, but right now, you just wanted to stay away from anyone and anything that reminded you of him.

There’s that knock, again.

“M’lady? Lady Mera?”

It was the muffled voice of Morwyn from the other side of the door.

“Please, lady Mera… it’s been more than two days,” she calls out imploringly. “I just wanted to know if you’re all right…”

So, two days since your self-imposed lockdown. Perhaps it’s the genuine concern in her voice that compels you – you slowly get to your feet and approach the door, not quite ready to open it yet. You sit on the chaise you had barricaded the door with. Your voice comes out hoarse from being unused for over 48 hours.

“Morwyn?”

“Lady Mera! Are you okay?” There is a hint of relief in her tone, having finally heard from you.

“No need to concern yourself with me, Morwyn. I’m doing fine. There was this dream that just… drained all my energy. I just need time to recuperate, please,” You lie through gritted teeth, doing your best to sound as feeble as you can.

“Oh my! Do you need Lucienne? I can call her for y –”

“No!” Realizing that you might’ve sounded a little too forceful, you amend, “No, you don’t have to do that, she’s already busy enough as it is.” Lucienne had a habit of asking questions you’d rather not answer, and you’re still not sure how much information she relays to the Dream Lord. There is no way you can trust her to keep this to herself should you ask for advice.

Maybe you could trust Morwyn?

“M’lady? Please. I wouldn’t know what to tell the Dream King when he comes back, he’d be so worried.”

Maybe not. You had to distract her then, so you can make a run for it.

But, where would you go?

“Morwyn? I’m kind of hungry, actually. Would you do me a solid and get me some food, please?”

“O-of course! I could run quickly to the kitchens and get you breakfast. They prepared muffins and clotted cream…”

That won’t do – you need her out of the way for as long as possible. “I was thinking something more comforting… could you make me some soup, please? Preferably with beans, if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, absolutely! Anything. It’ll take me some time, but I’ll have it ready. Will you be letting me in, then?”

I’ll be gone by then, you think, but respond, “Yes, yes, I will. Thank you Morwyn.”  And I’m sorry, you add in your head.

“Not at all, m’lady. I’ll be back!”

Leaning against the door, you strain for the sound of her retreating footsteps. You wait for a few more minutes to ensure she has gone down the staircase before you pull the chaise lounge away from the door and quietly step out of the room.

Descending the wide marble stairs in a hush, you get a terribly brilliant idea of where to go.

But you’d be breaking one of your master’s supreme laws in the process.

***

Whenever you’re a bundle of nerves – and you have been more often than before for the past few weeks – a visit to your dreamers always lifts your spirits. This time, however, in a recurring dream of Misaki Sato, you pace to and fro in the flat she shared with her partner. Your anxiety grows by the minute – you’re aware that what you’re about to do would be extremely reckless, not to mention frightfully dangerous for a myriad of reasons. And once you did it, there was no going back: you’d forever be branded an outlaw, cut off from the land you called home, for eternity.

Which is why you take your time recalling the conversation you had with Fiddler’s Green when you asked him how to get to the Waking World.

***

“Ah, but would a young, little dream such as yourself do with that sort of knowledge?”

Fiddler’s Green, or Gilbert, as he liked to be called, seemed to be genuinely surprised at the question you had brought up. His gentle breeze whooshed against your sitting form a tad more urgently as if trying to dissuade you from your line of questioning.

You gave him a shrug and said, “Nothing, I suppose. I just heard that some nightmares have gone there. The Dream Lord has been looking for them.”

“Well, I suppose if it’s for the sake of curiosity, then I shall have to oblige.”  His good-humoured voice echoed in your head and with the wind, the grass, and the leaves of the trees he cradled waving in his response.  “You see, we Dreaming folk have this incredible ability to will ourselves into the wonderful world of the mortals whose dreams we shape. It is quite humbling how much power our Dream King was willing to impart to us. In fact, with a thorough and detailed imagining of the place you should like to appear to, you can manifest the form with which you prefer with little to no effort.”

“You have to keep in mind, though, little one, that such a world isn’t so welcoming of our kind,” He continued, his tone morose, the atmosphere stilling with it. “You could easily find yourself trapped in its innate darkness, and the more malevolent forces of humanity might sap your strength and use it against you. The Dreamfolk whom I’ve known had spent their time in the Waking return an empty shell; the Dream Lord’s act of unmaking had been but an act of mercy. The nightmares, however, mirror that evil, and it is by the use of, and even by inspiring it, that they survive.”

Cautioning you with a final gentle blow that whipped your hair in the air, he said, “Perhaps it’s best that you occupy yourself with much more pleasant thoughts of our Realm, little one, lest curiosity gets the better of you.”

You only hummed in reply.

***

You had ceased your pacing a few moments ago. You now sit on the secondhand, threadbare sofa, mulling over what Gilbert has told you. According to him, you needed only to will yourself to appear in a place you know in great detail, or there could be dire consequences if you land somewhere you weren’t familiar with. Finally, you get on your feet, looking around the dream you’ve brought yourself to: it’s one of Misaki’s memory of her partner, Gillespie, leaving her in the flat – her final memory of them together, before her dear Gillie disappeared, never to be heard of again.

Meaning no disrespect to this recurring dream, you ask yourself: is this dingy Victorian-era flat detailed enough for you to make an appearance?

You walk around, trying to find inconsistencies with the dream. The most glaring one is the odd fact that in the two small rooms of the tiny flat, there were no closets. You had been closely following the recent fashion trends at the turn of the century, and you had known for quite some time that women in general owned more articles of clothing compared to men. You’re looking at two women who lived together, so the absence of a wardrobe is suspicious. The other, more subtle clue is that every mirror you find in the entire flat seemed to have a single, large spider-web crack with unusually similar patterns.

Realizing that Misaki must be suppressing this memory, you halt your inspection and decide this wouldn’t do. You had to move on to a different dream that showed all the signs of being copied down to the least visible hairline crack on the walls. You make a mental reminder to come back to Misaki in the future to see how you can help her move on from her girlfriend’s disappearance. Workwise, there was nothing you could do to a memory she refuses to acknowledge.

***

It was an exhausting feat trying to find a dream that met your qualifications. Thankfully, after a long and arduous search, you land in the well-kept greenhouse of Rafaela Murray.

Rafaela and her husband own a mini grocer known for their inventive and unique flavours of homemade jam, jellies, and marmalades which you had inspired in her previous dreams. Her business, formerly on the brink of bankruptcy, is now thriving, not only because of their famed mixed-berries jam which you had helped her discover but also because of the lush garden that supplied most of their fresh ingredients. Taking slow steps around the lovingly cared-for greenhouse, you note the rows upon rows of little berry bushes, all heavy with fruit nearly ripe for harvest. Outside, Rafaela herself is picking oranges from the citrus trees, humming to herself. In the air is the delicious smell of sugar and fruit boiling away in her kitchen.

In this memory-dream of hers, you find the most optimal location to make your first-ever appearance in the Waking realm.

Taking in a deep breath, you mentally search for that figurative link between the Dreaming and the Waking. Inside your mind, it manifests in the form of a string – instinctively, you knew that once you gripped the string, you would be taken to the Waking World and ultimately betray your sovereign.

As soon as your fingers touch the string, you feel the beginning of a tug in your belly button, a telltale sign that the link is starting to work. A sense of panic overwhelms you the moment the tug grows more insistent – as if burned, you withdraw your fingers and break the connection.

Treason. What in the ever-living fuck were you thinking? You mentally scold yourself, breaking out of your trance. A part of you is disappointed at yourself for backing out of the plan cowardly, but a bigger part of you seemed to struggle greatly with the idea of leaving behind the Dreaming and in turn, abandoning your dreamers. Gilbert was right – knowing this information had almost led you to desert your function and seal your own demise at the hands of your King. Without preamble, you go back to the sandy shores of the sea of dreams and hurriedly return to the palace before your absence is reported and he gets wind of what you had just attempted.

You get into the castle without being approached by anyone, but that luck soon dissipates before you even ascend the marble staircase on the way to your room.

Your name is called by Lucienne before you take the first flight of steps. You watch in trepidation as she makes her way to you.

“Mera, have you been to the dreams again? Morwyn has told me that she left to get you breakfast, but you weren’t in your chambers when she got back. That was two days ago.” She says, tilting her head and arching her eyebrows in a questioning manner.

Before you could respond, however, she delivers a blow that you had hoped never to hear.

“You’d better explain that to the Dream Lord. He has summoned you to his throne room.”

Her news has you reeling, and although you try not to show it, Lucienne must’ve seen a flash of fear in your eyes, for she looks over you with concern. She gives you a short rub on the bicep and softly says, “You’ll be fine, Mera. He’s not angry, he just wants to see you.”

This fact does not reassure you – in fact, it heightens your sense of dread, but you follow her as she leads you to the towering doors to the Dream King’s throne. She pushes the doors open, their sound reverberating throughout the vast halls and starry ceilings. Both your heels echo against the stone floors as you approach the winding staircase leading to the monarch’s imposing, intricately carved throne.

You’ve only been to this hall a handful of times; you could only describe it as beautiful in a cold and haunting way. The galaxy-laden skies and the stained glass provide a stark contrast to the gray hues of stone arches and pillars, and to the rich, black robes that the waiting king preferred to wear at all times. You avoid looking in his direction as much as you can and instead focus on the images that the stained glass portrayed. To your horror, every panel had but one image: you, clad in blood-crimson, with that ruby on your head. Lucienne seems to ignore this detail, and as you arrive at the foot of the stairs, she announces your presence.

“Lucienne, leave us.”

Bowing solemnly, she turns to leave, but not before flashing you an encouraging look to try to calm you. But then she closes the heavy doors behind her, effectively leaving you at the mercy of the Endless you had tried so hard to give a wide berth to.

The Dream King starts descending from his perch on the high throne with slow, deliberate steps. Looking down at your feet, you could hear your heart thrumming heavily in your ears as he draws closer, so you clutch your hands to your chest in a vain effort to soothe it. As you wait with bated breath, his footsteps come to halt just mere inches before you, invading your personal space just as he did in the library. Inside, you quell that growing urge to run from him, knowing any escape would now be futile.

He starts speaking in this velvety, breathy voice you know so well.

“Lucienne tells me you have been quite elusive these past days, my little dream.”

Trying to gauge his reaction, you finally turn your gaze to him – only to immediately regret it, his heated smirk freezing you on the spot. He starts circling you closely, like a predator about to zero in on its prey.

“Don’t think I’m not aware of your little visits in the ocean of Dreams, my Mera.”  He drawls in a teasing tone.  “Naughty as you have been, I can not find in myself to be upset. In fact, it just further solidifies my choice.”

Abruptly he stops before you once more, addressing you with all the authority of an Endless sovereign:

“I trust that you know my intentions by now, my dream. I hereby declare your new purpose: you are to be bound to me as my only consort. You will now serve me alone, your king and your master. This my new function for you, my Mera, and for the rest of eternity.”

His declaration, echoing in the throne room, sends chills down your spine and finally breaks your composure. He looms in on you to kiss you once more, but you take a sidestep before backing away from him.

No…this can’t be.

“'No’?”  His voice dips dangerously low, his jaw clenching and his eyes narrowing on you.

Belatedly realizing you said that out loud, you make an effort to amend your words to appease the controlled rage emanating from him in waves.

“I mean, my Lord, I c-can’t possibly perform those duties to your satisfaction,” Your voice comes out faint and shaking as you continue to back away from his approaching figure. “Please, I’m only a dream …”

Your back hits a pillar, and he’s immediately on you, trapping you between the pillar and his unmoving body. His eyes, furious and disappointed, bore into yours.

“Did you not give me your word the day I gave you life? Or have you forgotten?”

You’re now visibly frightened, and your palms move to push him away, but he grabs your wrists roughly and pins them above your head. In an instant he covers your body with his own, his head dipping into yours and whispering closely in your ear:

“Do you truly have it in your heart to defy your creator?”

Your lips tremble as you fight back a sob threatening to surface; you’ve never seen this side of your master before, and now that you have, you’re deathly afraid of him.

“Please, my King…” you plead softly, closing your eyes to prevent the tears.

But in response, he growls in your ear, “I am, indeed, your king, and you belong to me. I will not be denied by my own creation.”

And he captures your lips into his in a fierce kiss. It was the library all over again, except his kiss now seeks to bruise and possess, trying to sate his endless hunger. You squirm, but it’s no use – in your defiance, he bites your lower lip, earning a pained gasp – and immediately his tongue is on yours, marking every corner of your mouth. Letting go of your wrists, he holds the back of your neck to control the angle and deepen the kiss, seemingly seeking to punish you for even thinking of saying ‘no.’

You whine in his mouth as he starts lifting your gown and running his hand up and down your thigh. Perhaps growing tired of your refusal, he grabs the back of your legs and pushes you upward against the pillar. He then wraps your thighs around his waist, hiking your dress up further and now exposing you to the cold, giving you goosebumps. You’re left with no choice but to hold on to his shoulders, sobbing and whimpering in his mouth at the unwanted contact. His lips move from yours down to the groove of your neck, where he begins suckling and biting your flesh, hell-bent on leaving angry welts and bruises: a mark of his possession. In your compromising position, you start feeling a hard bulge rub against your core as he bucks his hips, indicating his arousal. Against your wishes, an unfamiliar heat starts to pool in your lower belly as he grinds into you more urgently, desperate for his release.

Wanting an end to this, you beg before your body starts betraying you further.

“Pl..please, my Lord, l-let m-me go…” you choke between your tears.

This earns a deep growl of disapproval from your master, but he stops his ministrations, his lips hovering over your collarbone in seeming contemplation. To your relief and surprise, he releases you from his hold on the pillar. He drags his palms from your thighs to your waist to grip you in place. Seeing your tear-stricken face, his expression slightly softens.

“You are right. This is not the time for such activities.”

With a sudden swirl of his sand, he transports you to his chambers and, sensing your panic, his hold on you grows firmer in an attempt to reassure you.

“We have much to talk about.”

He steps away from you, although there is reluctance in the way he lets go of his grip on your waist. Fearing more retaliation from him, you stay rooted to the spot, awaiting his word.

“I have a rogue nightmare to capture. The Corinthian. I should like you to wait here until my return. We will then discuss the extent of your duties to me.”

He has his hands on the door, but turns to face you to leave a warning:

“Remember, my little dream: if I find you gone, your punishment will not be so light.”

***

But he doesn’t return that night. Or the day after that.

So, on the third day of his absence, you deemed it safe to finally step outside his chambers, growing tired of the anxiety staying in there brought you. You remember the moment he left; you had bawled your eyes out at the helplessness you felt in his touch – his chambers only reminded you of the shame you felt at your body’s reaction to him, even if you knew you couldn’t control it.

But you also grow weary of moping. Your king might’ve sealed your fate with your new… role, but he had not yet taken your ability to form dreams – and so with that, you hold on, resolving to stay the same dream you always have been, regardless of function.

But, like any obedient subject, you return to his chambers at night; whether out of acceptance of your fate, or fear of the repercussions, you don’t know. Perhaps you can one day convince the Dream Lord to allow you to continue shaping dreams for his dreamers, all while fulfilling your other responsibilities to him – perhaps you can ask him to grant you that one boon when he returns.

If he returns.

***

The first year of the Dream King’s disappearance in his realm was uneventful – for some of the residents, it was even welcome – having no brooding monarch breathing down on their necks and ordering them about was a breath of fresh air. Sure, a number of things started disappearing: several pots from the kitchen, a few knickknacks from Cain and Abel’s houses, a few rooms from the staff quarters – they were inconsequential, and life in the Dreaming seemed to move without its ruler.

But in the years that followed, these losses would only keep piling up – entire sections of the castle would collapse, the once-lush gardens would wilt, and parts of the realm would disappear without a trace. To yours and Lucienne’s consternation, books started disappearing from the library by the bookshelf – and soon enough, some of the residents, in their mounting dissatisfaction at their king’s prolonged absence, started packing up and leaving the realm.

Morwyn once revealed a rumor making rounds among the dreaming folk: that the Endless has finally tired of his functions and ditched the realm forever. This was a rumor you had tried to suppress, but the others shut you down like they always did. Cain was quick to point out that he wouldn’t be the first Endless to do so: Destruction, Dream’s sibling, had once abandoned his own and was never seen again.

“You want to hear another story? Lord Morpheus offered residence to a creature of Destruction’s – and a dangerous one, to boot. Word has it that anyone who crosses its path will meet their ultimate demise. Not too far-fetched, if you ask me.”

Abel had tried arguing with him over tea about how Lord Morpheus couldn’t possibly keep a creature of such devastating abilities. Still, Cain proceeded to bludgeon him with a marble bust before he could complete his sentence.

The realm you loved with all your heart – once teeming with life and beauty – began decaying right before your eyes. It was nothing short of heartbreaking.

You and the Dream Lord had unresolved matters between you, but the Dreaming needed him. So you one day offer to Lucienne to start combing through the dreams of the humans and track his whereabouts. She was against the idea at first, but given no other alternative, she eventually relented.

The humans also had it rough. Dreams started becoming more volatile. With your powers, you could still shape them and tame them, but who knows what goes on with them when you, or any other dream, weren’t there? You had caught several of your kind taking refuge in their own pocket-dreams – cutting the human off from the rest of the dreaming and placing them in a bubble of their own creation – but you were in no place to reprimand them or take them back. Day after day, you had to go back to the crumbling castle and report to Lucienne empty-handed.

The waters had also become more violent without its master to keep them in check. It had gotten even more strenuous navigating through, and sometimes you’d get stuck there for days on end, lost in the increasingly unstable dreams of the mortals.

One day, the journey proved almost fatal.

You had been trapped in the water for six straight days, unable to connect with your usual link to the shores – so when you started feeling a flicker of the link come alive, you will yourself to it, only to come face-to-face in the waters with yourself.

Or a mirror of you, to be exact. It looks exactly like you – same hair, same clothes, same ruby headpiece, save for the eyes: they’re completely black and glinting with malice, an emotion you have never felt before. You brush the image away and try to make it ashore, but it grabs you by the ankles and drags you further into the depths.

In your thoughts, it speaks: “Dream of the Endless will destroy you and that realm you claim to love.”

Without warning, its hands wrap around your throat and begin squeezing.

For a mere illusion, it has surprising force – you kick and punch at it and try to scramble away, but it wouldn’t let go. All you could hear in your head is your own voice, cackling with hysterical laughter. In one last desperate attempt to get it off you, you grab ahold of its head and start pressing your thumbs on its eyes – blood starts flowing from its sockets, and its otherworldly screaming fills your head – the illusion then disappears in a puff of gray smoke. With no strength left in you, you close your eyes, and a name escapes your lips in a whisper, before drifting off to unconsciousness.

***

Elsewhere, Dream of the Endless stirs in his glass confinement, having heard a voice he had not heard of in decades – the voice of the precious little dream he had left behind in his chambers.

He had regretted leaving you in such a distraught state, especially with that threat he had left you with in the heat of his emotions. He had hoped to make amends with you the moment he returned, so he could finally claim you and have you by his side as he had always envisioned – but it was not to be. Mortals seem to have gotten more foolishly arrogant over the centuries to have dared to initiate the capture of one such as him.

What had become of you that you had to call his name in such a weakened state? His insides boil with a flaming rage he hadn’t felt in eons, worried for you at your current predicament, and frustrated at his inability to reach you when it seemed you were in dire need of him.

But he had complete confidence in your ability to get yourself out of trouble – he knows, for he fashioned you to perfection. He closes his eyes and lets the rare warmth spread in his heart at the fact that you had called out to him in a position of vulnerability.

Once he opens them, however, they bleed entirely to black – he gives a silent vow that his captors, especially Roderick Burgess, would rue the day they robbed him of his time with you.

***

Link to the next chapter Author notes:

Thank you, THANK YOU for reading!!

Please engage, comment and reblog!! I love feedback from you guys :) This is my first ever fic, so kindness is truly appreciated!

Thank you to my queen @queenshelby @endlessdreamqueen3 for encouraging me to pen this, as well as to my fellow Dark!Morpheus writers whose work I have thoroughly enjoyed and keep rereading :)

Post date: 11/19/22

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[kitcat22]

Another Au thats been rattling around my head is a time travel Au where Turgon and the Lords of Gondolin wake up in the years of the trees

Turgon wakes up in his parents house in Tirion to the sound of birds tweeting outside his window.

Like most of his mornings his first moments of waking are blissfully pleasant … until reality comes crashing down on him. This time around the reality of his existence is even worse than before

He remembers watching as morgoths armies marched towards his city. He remembers the battles on the walls and in the streets and before his own tower. He remembers the death of his lords, his friends, and he remembers his own death too. He remembers of every piece of advice he ignored and every quiet warning from his daughter and the sounds of his people screaming, men,women and children all

And Turgon weeps

It takes a little while of crying his eyes out before it occurs to him that the halls of Mandos look an awful lot like his room at his parents house in tirion.

Confused, he wonders down the stairs through the familiar hallways and into the dining room where his father sits eating breakfast

Cue more confused crying

Nolofinwe is equally bewildered and very worried why Turukano is uncontrollably sobbing into his arms. He calls Anaire into the room but she is just as helpless as him

During this breakdown Turgon has his realisation that he’s in pre darking valinor comes to understand that either he’s been sent back in time ore the last few hundred years for him have been some strange dream. It occurs to him that if his parents are whole and well in front of him Elenwe must be alive too

Hearing his son mumble Elenwe’s name causes Nolofinwe to write a letter to Elenwe asking if everythings all right and if she could please return to tirion as something is very wrong with her husband.

Anaire tucks Turgon back into bed and sits beside him keeping watch.

Elenwe who is at an academic conference in Taniquetil while also visiting family, wakes up with memories up until falling through the ice.

She never reads her father in laws letter as she’s already madly dashing towards tirion.

When she arrives she and Turgon spend a long time cuddling and crying

Nolofinwe and Anaire, and by this point Findekano and Irrise, still have no clue whats going on

Elenwe and Turgon in the privacy of Turgons room tell each other what they remember

Elenwe is horrified and grieved to hear of all that happened after her death.

She longs for her brave,sensible daughter who grew up without her. Her daughter who has not even been conceived yet . She wishes she could have met her son in law who her husband speaks of with trust fondness, admiration and regret. She wonders about her apparently half elven grandson who Turgon speaks of as a sweet energetic child who loved sweets and games and staying up past his bedtime. She listens in horror at the tale of what fate befell the noldor upon reahcing beleriand.

Turgon realises with a panic that he doesnt know what happened to Maeglin. He desperately hopes he managed to escape. His nephew is to young to die , too young and full of promise. If Maeglin is dead then Turgon is responsible for the death of Aredhels son and that is not something that he can live with.

Neither of them can allow this dark future to become reality again

They realise that this is too difficult and unbelievable to explain to Turgons family so they promise them that they’ll explain everything eventually

No matter what it takes they will end the doom of the Noldor before it even begins

To be continued…

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[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Homecoming"

Hera's daddy issues, and lots of fanservice for TCW fans.

Oh hey, one of my husband's favorite episodes!

Three guesses as to why.

Yep it's because of the Quasar Fire-class cruiser-carrier.

Anyway, the need for such a thing is demonstrated right with this opening scene, with an ill-fated A-wing getting blown up as it tries to dock.

The A-wings get a raw deal in this show, seems like any time they need a fighter to blow up they do an A-wing.

:(

You know by now Hera's started to get to know the pilots under her command, so every loss is a little bit more personal now.

Kanan being silently supportive as Hera goes to call home.

Cham appears and cue TCW fans freaking out.

Not sure why we forwent the fanfare this episode, I don't think the circumstances are quite serious enough for it.

Kanan acting all cutely nervous to be meeting Hera's father kjhkjds.

And him getting everyone's names wrong lol, look at their faces. They're all just like, "Dad. Dad, that's not my name."

Numa introduced and though I have only seen the episode where she appears once I understand TCW fandom's base instinct to sob uncontrollably at how big she's gotten.

Cham being all, "NO I won't let you have this carrier I have to BLOW IT UP as a SYMBOL of RYLOTH RESISTANCE!" is absolutely annoying, Sato and Hera are saints for putting up with it.

I love the immediate cut to Ezra helping Hera tune Chopper up, implying he did his whole "follow you out of concern" routine and got invited to stay. :)

This is becoming a familiar sight isn't it? Ezra's role as heart of the team, peacemaker, counselor, and "bridge" is particularly emphasized this season. Not surprising, we collect most of our finale-important assets and allies this season.

Hngh that vulnerable little, "More important than family?" Fandom sometimes like to portray Mira and Ephraim as workaholics who had no time for Ezra between their broadcasts and resistance but this little line here, that Ezra would be so quietly horrified at the idea of rebellion being more important than one's own family, suggests otherwise.

Also! "Well, there's nothing more important to me." Throw that shade baby boy, love you for it.

Hhhmgngnll shut uuuuuuuuup Cham. When Ezra was preoccupied with concern over his homeworld he wasn't nearly so obnoxious. And, you know, actually accepted that other people and other worlds need help too.

Hera slipping back into her Rylothi accent when talking to her father. <3

Kanan implying his grandmaster Mace Windu talked to him about Clone Wars adventures. <3

Hera's absolutely sour sulk face. XD

This whole scene really, Gobi teasing Hera about "your Jedi", Kanan gushing about Cham, Hera cutting her father off with the doors twice.

It has all the vibes of "surly adult daughter reluctantly visiting estranged home to show off the grandkids and being annoyed that husband and dad get along so well".

Kanan's fake accent here is kind of amazing.

Hera's devotion to authenticity dislodges and reveals the supply of grenades in Numa's sack. Honestly, Cham reminds me a little bit of Saw with how obsessive he is about his own personal cause. He and Saw are both fighting for a good reason, true, but their attachments--Cham to Ryloth's freedom in particular, Saw to being right about the Death Star stopping the Empire from inflicting more loss at all costs--have blinded them, made them single-minded and selfish, hostile to others and uncaring about their plight.

Ezra, on the other hand, though he's always very worried for his world, his people, still is able to put them aside in order to do things for the wider cause, still able to access his compassion for people outside of his immediate circle.

(This would take a brief backslide in Season 3 after Malachor but come back with internal character development at the beginning of Season 4.)

Lol I knew as soon as that mouse droid got trapped that it would be used later.

Synchronized Force Push FTW.

And I love this moment where they throw each other forward, it's so awesome. Been a while since we've heard the Main Titles theme used to denote heroism too.

Ezra bouncing excitedly once he pulls off the Mind Trick, like Kanan knew he could aww.

Hera's double-take lol.

"I must destroy this ship for Ryloth!" Oh take a chill pill.

This is another case of, "Wow, that's a fast turnaround." but it's way less egregious than Ketsu's turn, since there are multiple other voices chiming in in support of Hera after her speech and all Cham does is take a step back and let Hera have the floor, he doesn't actually help until later.

Sounds like a muted version of the TIE Fighter Attack track here.

Right, so, this moment is touching and all but pulling harder on the yoke wouldn't actually do anything, this is orbit not atmosphere.

Imperial theme here, and then a snippet of "Shenanigans".

Ezra has an idea! Bet Sabine loves it because it involves blowing stuff up lol.

Love the teamwork here with this moment.

Eyyyyy everyone wins! The Rebels get the carrier, Cham gets his symbolic firey ship explosion of justice, way to go Ezra, that was a good idea, nice "bridging".

Hugs! <3

An almost Stargate-esque cue here (no surprise, Kiner worked on Stargate SG-1) which... it's not Hera's theme I don't think, at least I can't find another occurrence in "Wings of the Master". Cham's maybe? It definitely sounds like a leitmotif.

Aaaaaand a nice moneyshot of our spacefamily.

Another quality Hera-focused episode, expanding on her backstory without contradicting what we already knew. (Which I've already talked about was a bit of a problem with Sabine and "Blood Sisters".) Hera doesn't really develop much but then, again, she never really needed to. Still nice to see her reconcile with her father.

Another variation on the Friendship Fetch Quest--though Cham reappears later he's not a crucial asset to the finale like the other allies we gain this season, and once more the most important gain this episode is a ship. That Quasar carrier is going become a familiar marker and staple of the Phoenix Cell and we're going to get very used to seeing it in establishing shots... which makes the great big hero moment in "Zero Hour" it gets hurt a LOT more.

Honestly it's worth watching just for how seamlessly synchronized Kanan and Ezra are getting in combat. :)

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #space dad and his precious pumpkin child #rebels rewatch #liveblog #kanan x hera

[alltoounwellll]

HEYYY

Name your favourite regulus black headcanons!

hey there!

well if I listed them ALL we would be here all day, but my favourite types of regulus centric stories to read are those that explore his relationship with his brother (those two are so dear to me you have no idea), so here are some that stick out to me the most:

1. regulus’ patronus is a dog!

2. his first word was sirius…and it was also his last word *cue uncontrollable sobbing* (saw this for the first time here)

3. after sirius leaves grimmauld, regulus and sirius both talk to each other’s stars at night because they can’t talk to each other anymore

4. he was a poet (couldn’t leave you hanging with too much angst)

thanks for asking, I love talking about reg <3

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[anti-endo-haven]

Vent, parental death.

Me, 99% of the time; “Yeah my mommy died lolz. #Orphan!!!”

Me, the other 1% of the time; cue uncontrollable sobbing and wailing because one part dearly misses the old life, another recognizes that she was getting better and we could’ve actually had a mom instead of a mother, and another that hates her and is glad she died so we could escape, and the last one crying because. Y’know. We’re a fucking orphan now. (Father abandonment & mother death)

Anyways. Goes back to funny cowboy & pirate music.

~ 🥀🦷

🫂

I don’t know what all to say but we’re here for you.

#🥀�� #anti-endo-haven-vents #anti-endo-haven-vent #tw parental death #tw parent death

[ateawithoney]

Lazlo: You’re my sweet baby, and I’m here to stop that kind of jive

*cue romantic music*

Nadja: Oh, crazy night in shining black coat 🥺🖤

me in the corner sobbing uncontrollably 

#literally the most romantic words in existence #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nadja of antipaxos #laszlo cravensworth #nadja x laszlo #ladja