#their chemistry is just insane it's just so magnetic

[ace-no-isha]

ew im in love how did that happen

#with a white man no less #one day a few years ago my older sister said sumn abt how desi girls sometimes date white men and it’s the healthiest relationships they’ve #ever been in #and it felt like an omen at the time #i was right cus flash forward to may and i meet my boyfriend a pasty hospital worker #with the prettiest deep resonant voice who’s sweet to the elderly and is absolutely so charming #also he told me this much later but he said when he saw me smile it was a wrap for him like instant crush #our chemistry is magnetic it’s kinda insane that i wouldn’t have met him otherwise ya know #like he’s only in my life because i didn’t die #and was in the hospital next to a specific old lady who needed her heart checked in the hospital #he also told me that he lied about forgetting some papers down on the floor where i was at cus he just wanted an excuse to see me #and that when he sets up his machine for the next patient it usually takes like 30 seconds but cus he wanted to talk to me it took like 5mn #adore him #seriously thought i was a lesbian before him #was terrified to publicly admit it cus of the consequences of what it would do to my family relations… #oh well #anyways just random rant #isha rambles

[pinksturniolo]

If I Can’t Have You, No One Can - Part Two

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Summary: Matt can’t seem to stand the fact that he can’t have you to himself. He knows it’s wrong to want you. After all, you’ve been dating his best friend for the past few months. But he never claimed to be a good guy. And he’s more than willing to show you just what you’ve been missing.

Content warnings (not in every part): smut, oral, fingering, raw sex, cheating, unhealthy relationship, obsession, use of alcohol

matt being a dirty little simp in this part 👀

word count: 4,260

Matt’s POV

I thought about her all fucking night long, I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing her face and remembering the way her lips tasted on mine. I tossed and turned, the tent in my sweatpants growing, my dick so hard it was painful, until I found myself pulling them down in a haste and thrusting into my hand only to cum a mere 60 seconds later all over my stomach.

To be honest, that wasn’t the first time I touched myself to the thought of Y/N.

But now that I knew the feeling of her kiss, finally able to lay my hands on the soft skin of her waist, and hear her moan…

I could easily jerk off again to the thought of it, already feeling my self grow hard for the second time.

But I needed more, I craved more.

I feared that she wouldn’t talk to me after that kiss, that maybe I crossed the line. But I also didn’t regret it. The tension between us had been building for a while and I wanted her more than anything.

Boyfriend or no boyfriend.

When I first met her, I was attracted right away. My heart sank when Mark introduced her as his girlfriend. She had this magnetic energy I was drawn to, and a smile that made my heart race in my chest. She spoke with confidence and was naturally funny without even trying. The more she came around, the more positive things I noticed about her, and I couldn’t help myself from staring at her when she talked, or walked, or did anything really.

I felt like an idiot for falling for a girl I had only known for a couple months, no less a girl that was with one of my best friends. Mark was a decent guy and he seemed to really like her. At first. But there was just no chemistry there, and anyone with a working brain could see that there wasn’t much of a connection. Sure, they looked good together but that’s all it was.

I kept my thoughts and feelings to myself though, being respectful and polite when they were around. Whenever it was just her at the house without Mark, she seemed more comfortable and would joke around more. I found myself looking forward to the weekends when she would come and just hang out, sometimes spending the night in Nick’s room.

But when I was alone, thoughts of her lips, her eyes, her body consumed me. More than often, I gave into my needs, my fist wrapped around my cock, moaning out her name, panting and sweating until I came in my hand. I just couldn’t help myself when it came to her. No other girl piqued my interest, and it frustrated me to no end because I couldn’t do anything about it.

If I made a move on her, she would without a doubt reject me. That would be cheating. I couldn’t talk to my brothers about it because they would think I’m insane for sure. I’m sure they noticed that I felt some type of way though, always making suggestive comments and giving me suspicious looks when she was around.

There was one night when I thought maybe, just maybe she might feel the same way I did. We had all gone out that day to random places in the city, thrifting and just walking around. Once the sun started to set, we decided to drive back to the house and watch a movie on the couch like usual.

 It was just me and her, sitting in the car and waiting for Chris and Nick while they were in the gas station getting snacks. She looked out the passenger window, the look on her face like she was deep in thought. The little scrunch in her eyebrows and the way her bottom lip stick out slightly whenever she was zoned out like that was incredibly cute to me.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked, causing her to break her focus and look over to me, her expression sheepish.

“Oh, nothing important.” she replied, shaking her head with a small smile and looking down at her lap.

“Don’t do that.” I spoke.

“Do what?” She said, looking back up at me.

“You always brush off personal questions. Like you’re afraid to open up.”

She chuckled. “Trust me, you don’t want to know what I’m thinking about.” She looked back out the window, a suggestive tone in her voice, making me even more curious.

“Try me.”

A few seconds of silence passes.

“Have you ever had a secret Matt? Like a secret you couldn’t tell anyone?” She turns towards me.

“Yeah, sure. Doesn’t everyone?”

“No, I mean like a secret so bad, it would change everything. Even hurt someone?”

“…..Okay do I need to be worried?”

She laughs, a sound I could never get tired of. My heart starts to race at what secret she could possibly be talking about, and the look on her face is unreadable.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be dramatic. I just… I have a secret that I haven’t talked about with anyone, not even Mark…. especially not Mark.”

“Are you okay? Like, he’s not doing anything bad is he-“

“No, no. Nothing like that. It’s… something I did that’s bad.”

Her eyes are filled with desperation as she looks at me, like she’s terrified of what I’m going to say.

I grab her hand instinctively, and the feeling of her skin against mine is amazing. It’s a simple act, but it elicits a fire within me.

“What could you possibly do that’s so bad? I won’t judge you, I promise.” I tell her.

The eye contact is driving me insane, the tension in the car now thick as she squeezes my hand.

“That’s the thing Matt… I’m scared you will.”

Before she can say anything more, the back door opens, and Nick and Chris come climbing in.

She drops my hand and turns back to face the front of her seat, making my heart sink.

Chris opens his bag of chips, immediately chewing obnoxiously while Nick thumps on the back of my seat. “Come on, Matt! I got ice cream, and I don’t want it to melt!”

I roll my eyes, and sigh heavily, backing out of the parking lot.

“What’s up his ass?” Nick asks, looking at Y/N. She simply shrugs, looking out the window again, silent for the rest of the car ride.

She never brought up the conversation again, even making an excuse to leave that night instead of watching the movie with us. I felt horrible, like I upset her in some way. After that night, she started to be distant and her visits less and less frequent.

Until eventually, she stopped coming at all. Every time one of us would call or text her to ask where she was or what was wrong, she either answered with an extremely dry response or didn’t even bother to answer at all.

Chris and Nick constantly bombarded me with questions, asking what the fuck happened in the car that night and I just told them I had no clue, never mentioning her “secret.” Whenever Mark came around, it only annoyed me, having to see his face instead of hers.

He acted like it didn’t really matter if she was there or not, which aggravated me. He avoided questions of where or how she was. He seemed to have the time of his life without her around. I could tell he never appreciated her, never took care of her the way she actually deserved, and most likely didn’t satisfy her in the way she needed.

I knew it was wrong, but I started to despise my best friend. I felt like a jealous teenager in high school again, but I just couldn’t get her out of my thoughts, especially now that I had no clue as to why she stopped coming around. I constantly thought about our last conversation, and if her big secret had anything to do with me.

Why else would she bring it up to me? I started to obsess over it, over her. Thoughts and pictures of her while I touched myself in my bed, in the shower, fuck, even on the couch when no one was home, wasn’t enough. It was pathetic. I needed to see her.

✿

It was 2 a.m., the moon hung brightly in the sky, illuminating the dark night. There weren’t many people out on the streets, and I had the car windows rolled down, the brisk spring air feeling cool against my face.

I’m not sure what the fuck I was doing, all I knew, was that I couldn’t sit at home anymore. I originally intended to go for a night drive to clear my head, but instead, I found myself driving to her house.

I’m not even sure what I planned on doing when I got there. I couldn’t tell her I was coming, given the fact that my calls were currently going straight to her voicemail, and I for damn sure wasn’t going to knock on her door. She definitely didn’t want to see me if she couldn’t even bother to answer the phone.

So, I awkwardly parked across the street from her apartment complex. The light in her bedroom window shone, and I could see clearly into it because her curtains were open. Her apartment was on the first floor, near the street, a couple trees surrounding it but if you were in the right spot, you could see most of the room.

I had only been over a couple times, with my brothers and Jackson when we decided to have movie night there. It was always a running joke how easily someone could spy on her if she left her curtains open, and now here I was, doing the exact same thing.

She sat on her bed, her lugs tucked under her, computer on her lap. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, her pajamas on. She looked content, focused on whatever she was working on.

I felt like such a fucking creep.

If Chris and Nick knew what I was currently doing, they would have me taken away to the loony bin in a strait jacket for sure.

I convinced myself this was insane and was about to drive away when I saw Mark enter through her bedroom door, and she got up, setting her computer down and putting her arms around him in a hug. His hands wrapped around her waist, nuzzling his head into her neck.

My heart raced in my chest, my cheeks flushing at seeing them together. The anger was radiating off me as I watched them embrace for a few more seconds and then kiss, moving down to her bed. It was like watching a car crash, it was horrible, but I couldn’t look away.

He lay down next to her, holding her while she laid her head on his chest. I could still see her face.

She looked happy.

I never drove off so fast in my life. I couldn’t bear to watch one more second and I felt disgusting for even intruding on her private moment like that.

It was hard to sleep that night, my mind racing with thoughts of his hands on her, touching her in the ways I so desperately wanted.

As crazy as it was, I found myself going back a few more times, on the nights where I just couldn’t get her off my mind. Thankfully, he wasn’t there, and I would stay for a few minutes, just watching while she worked, read or scrolled aimlessly on her phone. She looked so beautiful, and all I wanted was to be there with her, even if it meant sitting in my car across the street like an absolute maniac.

And to my surprise when she finally came over again after three excruciating long weeks, I couldn’t just tell her I had been stalking her at least once a week. But her body language and the way she got so nervous when I asked her why she had been ignoring me, made it click in my head. The tension between us, and the night she brought up a “secret.” She had to have feelings like I did.

So, I had to confront her, and when she kissed me back, it only confirmed to me what she felt.

But that had been a week ago, and I was back to pining over her, not hearing from her since then.

Until Jackson called on a Friday night, asking me and Nick to come over to her house where they were having game night. Chris had left earlier that day for plans he had made with some of his friends.

As we pulled into her apartment complex, it was embarrassing how excited I was to see her again. I knew I had to get her alone somehow and talk to her about last week.

Nick knocked on the door, it opening to reveal her behind it, looking gorgeous as ever. Her hair was down, her natural curls falling, and she was in a pair of tiny shorts and a plain tank top, a bright smile on her face and her cheeks tinted with a light blush when she saw me.

God, I wanted nothing more then to pin her against the wall right now, ripping off those shorts she was teasing me with and tell her all the ways I could ruin her.

My dick was already straining in my pants as we walked in, sitting around her kitchen table. I forced myself to calm down, thinking of sad puppies and make a wish kids.

There was already a game of Uno started when we joined in and Nick immediately announced he would win, causing Jackson to get serious. They were annoyingly competitive.

It was hard to focus on the game though, as Y/N was staring at me, teeth sinking into her bottom lip like she was contemplating something. I tried really hard to participate, but I felt my self-resolve slipping as I stared back, letting my eyes roam over her body. Her bare thighs squished together on the chair, her shirt riding up slightly, showing the skin of her hips.

It took everything in me not to audibly groan, the desire coursing through my veins. I had to figure out a way to get her alone, and my thoughts continued to wander when I heard her voice pull me back to reality. “Matt?”

My head snapped up, and her eyebrows were raised in expectation, everyone now looking at me.

“Yeah?” I asked, realizing I was too in my head earlier to hear her the first time.

“I said, I need to talk to you.” She replied, getting up from the table and setting her cards down. She walked to her room and my heart jumped as I got up as well, following her.

“Anyways…. Where were we...” I heard Nick say to Jackson, his voice fading as I stepped into her room down the hall, shutting the door behind me.

She stood a few feet away from me as I stayed near the door, unsure if I should move any closer. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Finally, she spoke, her voice a little shaky. “Matt, I want to talk about what happened.”

“Okay.” I say, gaining the courage to move towards her and her arms are down by her side, clutching onto the hem of her shorts nervously.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea… I mean- obviously, it’s not.” She says and I now stand a few inches from her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating between us.

“It’s not.” I reply and her eyes flicker from mine to my lips. I can see the black of her pupils expanding, the pulse in her neck jumping.

“And I want to do the right thing…” she continues, and I can’t help but attach my hands to her hips, like they have a mind of their own, causing her to pause in her words.

My thumbs brush over the bare skin there between her shirt and her shorts, rubbing mindless circles. The energy bouncing back and forth is almost too intense, our faces now dangerously close.

“Y/N. There’s absolutely nothing wrong you can do in my eyes.” I tell her and she sighs, her breath fanning against my lips, her arms now coming up to wrap around my neck, her body relaxing into me.

There’s a lot that needs to be said, feelings to unpack, and things we need to discuss. I know that. She knows that. But right now, in this moment, the only thing I can think about, the only thing I can feel is her.

“Just let me show you, please. Let me make you feel good, Y/N.” I breathe, tightening my hands around her waist and she crashes her lips onto mine, tongues meshing and teeth clashing as we kiss for the second time, even more desperate than the last.

Our lips move in sync, smacking sounds filling the room. Her hands tug on my hair as I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking, and she moans into my mouth. I trail my lips down her jaw, onto her neck, breathing in her scent. “You smell so fucking good.” I say, holding her even tighter to me and I feel her nipples harden through her shirt as I suck on her neck harshly, flicking my tongue after to soothe it, leaving the beginning of bruises on her soft skin.

I hope he fucking sees them.

“Matt…” She whimpers, pulling on my hair again, making me groan against her. I’ve never been harder than I am right now, her sounds and smell intoxicating, the feeling of her supple hips in my hands. I grip them, moving her to the bed and hover on top of her, attaching my lips to hers once more.

I rest most of my weight on my arm on one side of her, the other placed gently on the side of her neck. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I grind down on her, the friction making us both moan out.

“Matt, the door.” She says breathlessly, panting against my mouth as we continue to grind on each other, the feeling too good to stop. At this point, anyone could interrupt us.

“Mm, you scared, baby? Scared someone’s gonna walk in and see what I’m doing to you?” I tease, my hand running down her chest, grazing over the valley of her breasts and resting on her stomach, right above her shorts.

She moans at my words, and I smirk, leaning down to whisper in her ear while my hand continues to explore her body, massaging her tits and running over her curves. “You like that? Does it feel good knowing I finally get you all to myself?”

“Fuck, Matt...” She sighs, her nails digging into my shoulder. The way she says my name alone could make me cum in my pants, but I want nothing more than to make her scream it, burying my cock deep inside her. “I bet you’re soaking.” I say, running my hand down to her shorts, unbuttoning them. She bites her lip in anticipation and bucks her hips up. I pin them down, making her stay still.

“Be a good girl for me, yeah?” I tell her, and the submissive look in her eyes has my cock throbbing.

She nods, and I slide her shorts off, exposing her red cotton panties. There’s a visible wet spot forming, and I groan aloud from the sight. I slide down the bed a little bit, positioning myself lower, my shoulders between her legs, spreading them open for me. I look up at her before I continue, and there’s nothing but lust in her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and lips swollen.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Is this okay? Can I take these off?” I ask her, placing my hands around the hem of her panties.

“Yes, please.” She says sweetly, making my heart ache in my chest. I waste no time sliding them off her, discarding them on the floor and she whines at the cool air now exposing her. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, admiring her. She’s perfect, better than I ever imagined, and I spread her folds, applying a light pressure as I slick my fingers through her wetness. She moans loudly and moves her hips again, squirming from my touch.

I grab them roughly, pinning her down once more and she whines when I remove my fingers from her. “Shhh, you have to be quiet baby. Can you do that for me?” She groans softly and nods her head, closing her eyes and laying her head back. I know at any moment, Nick or Jackson could walk in or hear the sinful acts I’m about to do to her, but I simply don’t give a fuck. I didn’t want to put her in that situation, yet the thrill of it turned me on more than anything.

“Uh uh. Keep your eyes on me. You look away or make one noise and I stop. You understand?” I demanded, pressing my hands into her thighs firmly, holding her open for me. She snaps her head up and sits up to rest on her elbows, licking her lips and nodding her head. The smirk on her face drives me crazy.

“Yes, Matt. I’ll be good.” She says and an idea suddenly sparks in my head when I see a tie on her bedside table. It must be Mark’s. My ego swells as I snatch it, her eyes widening when I stuff it in her mouth, tying the back of it around her head.

“Is that okay?” I confirm and she nods, biting down on the tie. I take my place back down between her thighs, laying on the bed and run two fingers up and down her slit before pushing it into her slowly. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” I moan, mesmerized at the sight of her wet hole squeezing around my fingers. She was already dripping, the sounds of her arousal echoing through the room as I started to pump them in and out of her.

She breathes hard through her nose, her eyes threatening to roll back in her head as I watch her, thrusting my fingers a few times before I pull them out and replace it with my tongue, tasting her for the first time.

She tasted incredible, a taste I could get addicted to. I massage her gummy walls, burying my face as deep in her pussy as I could, my thumb making small, tight circles on her clit. I hear her whine softly and one of her hands comes up to pull on my hair, making me moan against her.

 I move faster, my hands now gripping her hips as I let her ride my tongue. She’s so fucking hot and I can’t help but thrust down into her mattress, the feeling of her body unravelling and shaking beneath me.

I thrust my fingers back into her, pressing against the spongy spot as I curl them, and she moans lightly, her face contorted in pleasure, tears forming in her eyes from the frustration. “Are you close baby?” I say and she nods feverishly, her eyes desperate, and drool starting to pool down her chin form the tie in her mouth. “Its okay, sweetheart, you can lay back. Let me take care of it.”

She collapses on the bed, my fingers moving at a faster pace now, and throws her head back in ecstasy, small moans escaping her. I press my lips around her clit and suck, her back arching off the bed. She clenches around my fingers, whining frantically as she’s seconds away from her release.

“You’re doing so good for me... I want you to cum on my fingers, you can do it baby.” I praise and seconds later her arousal leaks out, dripping down my hand, my fingers still moving as she orgasms, panting relentlessly and I press light kisses on her inner thigh.

Holy shit, why didn’t I ever do this before? If I get the chance to do more, I’ll never stop.

Her legs are shaking as I pull my fingers out, massaging her with my other hand as she catches her breath. I sit up and help her take off the tie, smoothing her hair back from her face, and kiss her.

“Oh my god, Matt…” She starts, and I hold her face in my hands, looking into her eyes but before she can continue, there’s a knock on the door.

“Matthew! What the fuck is taking so long?! We’ve played literally 8 rounds of Uno already!!” Nick shouts and she laughs, her face reddening in embarrassment.

She gets up to clean herself before I can even help her and gets dressed. Suddenly I’m pulled back into reality, our little bubble of pleasure bursted. My heart sinks when I’m reminded, she’s not mine. We’ve only dug ourselves deeper into this hole we’ve created.

But as me and Nick drive back to the house later, all I can think about is when and how I can get my hands on her again.

a/n: the dots are connecting…. the plot is PLOTTING

also, sorry if the time jumps back and forth between parts confuse you guys, i just thought it would make it more interesting to introduce both of their povs

taglist: (thank you to everyone who requested, commented and liked, i appreciate each and every single one!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷) if i forgot anyone please lmk!

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[em-harlsnow]

I wanna talk for a second about Fiona and JimmySteve, and I want to compare them to Gallavich

They have a lot of similarities:

Fiona loved him more than she'll ever love anyone, and I think Jimmy's the same. Just like Ian and Mickey.

Obviously, the whole on and off thing, since both couples had one of them leave and come back again and again.

I think with both Ian and Fiona, their partners outside of jimmy or Mickey are always characters which relate to Jimmy or Mickey. That's weirdly phrased, but I think it's more like both Ian and Fiona would be like 'oh, Mickey used to say stuff like that' or 'Jimmy kissed better'. Like their other relationships are almost a consequence or comparison of their main love.

Both couples also have a hell of a lot of chemistry.

However, they're also so very, very different.

Ian and Mickey are an example of loving someone an insane amount and, against all odds, it works.

Fiona and JimmySteve are an example of loving someone an insane amount and it not working.

Fiona and JimmySteve are a tragic trope; they'll never work. I don't think Fiona goes back to him after she leaves. I hope she finds someone else who she loves, perhaps not as much, because loving someone that much is hard and a little destructive.

Ian and Mickey are not tragic. Their storyline is, but they can't be tragic because they will always work out. They can't stay away from each other. Magnets.

There is certain completed element of Fiona and JimmySteve's goodbye, which every single Gallavich goodbye lacked. Even Mexico, when logically they both knew there was no chance of getting back together (because Mick would eventually come out of prison, ruling the season 1,2 and 6 goodbyes out), lacks a completedness. There's no goodbye, just an 'I love you - fuck you' which almost says 'I'll see you soon.'

Fiona and JimmySteve say goodbye. He tells her he loves her, much like Ian did, but she still needs something else. They could have been together, nothing was keeping them apart that time. (Aside from his compulsive lying - but this is about the couple and not about Jimmy).

They were an example of people falling in love with the wrong person. Love doesn't mean it works. They weren't right for each other, and I think that's one of the saddest things. Just because they loved each other, does not mean they can be together. Sometimes love does not conquer all.

Ian and Mickey are different. They fell in love with the right person, they almost moulded themselves to fit each other better. The reason they stayed apart so long was mostly due to circumstance - which you can argue for Fiona and JS too, but most of their problems could be solved with communication. Half the time I watched Fiona and JS, I felt like they were speaking two different languages. They couldn't understand each other, couldn't hear each other. It's really hard, I think, when you love someone so much, but you just don't fit right. They didn't love each other right.

("Why don't you go cry to your gay dad about it?" "Living in a goddamn slum" "I trust you - that means more to me" "I love you - I think I need something else now" "You need to let me go, you need to let me let you go")

I've always felt like Gallavich were on the same wavelength, they understood each other.

("You love me, and you're gay." "You're sick." "You're so much better than that." "I understand better than anyone: you're afraid of your father, you're afraid of your wife, you're afraid to be who you are." "I love you - What the hell does that even mean? - It means we take care of each other" "I love you, Mickey Milkovich, and if you'll let me, I'd like to spend the rest of my life - Jesus Christ save the fucking speech you pussy.") See, they get each other.

There's a lot to be said about their miscommunication as well, but they clearly get each other, in a way that Fiona and JimmySteve don't. It's like puzzle pieces. Ian and Mickey's pieces fit together, even if there were external forces keeping them apart. Sure, it may not be a perfect fit, but what is in humanity? There's so much beauty in imperfection. Fiona's and Jimmy Steve's pieces didn't fit. There were giant gaps where there shouldn't have been - such as JS's lying problem and Fiona's inability to feel empathy for anything he went through. Have you ever got so frustrated with a puzzle you just try and shove two pieces together so hard because you just want them together so bad? Maybe they'd look better in the puzzle if they went together. No matter how hard you try, they won't fit.

It just doesn't work, and that's so hard to accept. That sometimes, it just does not work.

I thought about this because of the sound trending on TikTok from Ocean's 11.

"Does he make you laugh?"

"He doesn't make me cry."

Anyway, rant over. Again, I'm not talking about the actions of JS or Fiona individually in this, those are whole different essays and I don't like JS enough to rewatch all his scenes and put one together for him. I think I've done one on Fiona though, but my feelings towards her are complicated. I'm talking about them as a couple.

Also, I'm not saying JimmySteve is anything like Mickey, or Fiona is like Ian.

Sorry for the deep stuff, I didn't think this would get so heavy.

#ian gallagher #shameless #gallavich #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #shameless opinions #fiona gallagher #jimmy steve #Fiona x jimmysteve #love #sometimes it doesn't work and it's hard but it's OKAY #don't force something where it doesn't fit it will only hurt more.

[alovelessautumn]

The chemistry between us.

My dear, 

Electrons aren’t supposed to bond until they are in a close range of distance. A couple of angstroms is their limit, they say.

Yet, despite being over a thousand kilometers away my atoms were found of yours the moment we started talking. The strongest bond I’ve ever seen was formed.

Maybe as children of the stars our atoms were next to each other on the day they died. Or maybe they were on opposite sides of the galaxy and are just now being reunited for the first time in a brief casualty of time.

Honey, until they reunite I hope you know that every single one of my calcium atoms is making me think of you. Whenever I read your favorite books, your favorite songs or whenever I smile like a fool reading your texts.

Somehow, I fear this is one sided. 

Your magnetic field is drawing me insane, it doesn’t matter how much I try to escape I know I’ll never be able to do so and I’ll end up spiraling into madness. 

You started a fire that made my bonds break, now I can’t stop running from the consequences of my stupid love.

Maybe the reason our atoms were distanced is because they were both negative charges. Unable to be together for eternity.

#chemistry #science #aesthetic #blog #girlblogger #poetry #girlblogging #coquette #writing #poem #unrequited love #writers on tumblr #atom #astronomy #biology

[sylvies-chen]

mmmmkay no so I’m not actually over it, so I’m going to keep talking about it! let’s do rebecca + tedbecca first

The matchbox with the army man, the magnets, all the little signs and clues that led us to believe it meant something… I don’t think those kinds of shots were baiting to be honest. I think they could have very well just been little reminders of Ted and Rebecca’s soulmate connection without implying it would become more. However, what WAS undeniably a bait moment was that first scene with them. It was honestly a little rude. I picture some writer adding it in for shits and giggles and it doesn’t sit well with me.

I said this in another post but I want to repeat it because it’s important. I do believe this is a show about Ted and Rebecca. Even though it’s called Ted Lasso, and even though they don’t end up together, and it’s also very heavily about the team in general and how they grow, this is a show in which Ted and Rebecca are the two most central characters. Jason Sudeikis said this himself when explaining why the show’s first shot is of Rebecca, likening it to Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid. Which is why…

Writing one of your main characters as having a happily ever after with a man who remains nameless in his fifteen amassed minutes of screentime is never a good writing choice.

I do believe that. And I don’t mean like, a college kid casually dating someone in an epilogue of some coming of age movie. There’s a more finite sense to that. I’m talking about endings in which it is clear that the person they end up with for good is still nameless. That is what happens here, and the result is that it gives us nothing to emotionally grasp onto. This daughter that is supposedly going to be Rebecca’s key to motherhood? We’ve seen no connection from them other than that Rebecca helped her up after a fall, and that she’s attracted to her father. We don’t even know how this child feels about gaining a new mother figure, or even where the ex-wife is or how she feels about it. It’s weird, it’s rushed, and it’s baffling that they expect so many viewers to truly root for that situation.

My second massive problem with the Rebecca ending and the way the show treated Tedbecca in general was that it felt so unnaturally avoided. (Again, this is just my opinion.) I see these two characters whose journies do heavily involve having love fail and leave them, and their processes in accepting it again. And so much of their pasts and presents are linked, entrenched in that soulmate connection that Jason confirmed, so having them find it in each other might have been predictable or cheesy, but it would have felt organic. Two people who have insane chemistry, whose lives are cosmically intertwined, and who have helped each other become better people? Ships have been built on way less. Ships have been formed from interactions with the weight of a straw of hay. Ted and Rebecca, in comparison, were an anvil.

Instead, the writers swerved. Like I said earlier, I don’t think they ever veered that much in favour of Tedbecca endgame anyway, and I never thought them to be open to the idea frankly. But still, it remains that I think based on this philosophy of rom-communism that was built into the show, it would have just made sense to merge them together into a relationship.

And that rom-communism is also why it’s so heavily disappointing that the two big romances we had (Tedbecca and Roykeeley) built to nothing.

#tedbecca #ted lasso #meta #ted lasso meta #abby has thoughts and decides you want to hear them

[neyafromfrance95]

i said it before and i will say it again, smtms shippers exaggerate when we say that chemistry between the characters we ship is insane. smtms it's just us seeing things from our shipper goggles bc we really want to see two characters kiss. and that's okay, we all do that here.

BUT opla!zona is so satisfying to me bc chemistry is OBJECTIVELY there and it's CHEMISTRYING! i didn't really ship anyone in one piece before the live action series but now this version of nami & zoro and their dynamic forever changed my perception of them! it really is insane how intensely magnetic their chemistry is, how it radiates electric sparks between them, there is smtng so tangible, palpable between these two, this is what makes their chemistry so CAPTIVATING!

it is that kind of chemistry that's actually very rarely there. and i don't care if they aren't canon in opla, i just don't want the potential of their to be wasted so i hope we get more scenes of them together!

( also, please go check and reblog gifs by amazing @rotblut her zonami stuff really is a proof of their chemistry )

#zonami #one piece live action #nami #roronoa zoro #opla #nami x zoro #zoro x nami #opla!zona #nami/zoro #zoro/nami

[waterlilyvioletfog]

Current list of Xiaoyao’s suitors (Ep. 27 mark):

Tushan Jing/Ye Shiqi: deeply insane about Xiaoyao, likes giving her stuff and listens to everything she says, extremely rich smart handsome and talented, genuinely sweet and kind, is actively courting her. Engaged to someone else and has so many personal issues that it’s just a mess honestly. (These personal issues could be overlooked for her if he’d just de-engage himself, but unfortunately he is locked in a gothic romance of a family so that’s not going very well.)

Xiang Liu/Fangfeng Bei: absurdly in love with Xiaoyao, takes her on fun dates, handsome intelligent and charming and has hella chemistry with her, encourages her hobbies (archery, food, poison), likes munching on snacks she makes him (poison). Extremely dangerous and temperamental, has physically and emotionally hurt Xiaoyao on multiple occasions, easily hurt by things Xiaoyao says or does unintentionally thus causing him to lash out, has yet to explain to her that he’s in love with her, and is Cang Xuan’s enemy one way or another. (Initial power dynamics aside, I can see how they’re pretty evenly matched now. Princess marries a crazy powerful demon general. They enjoy date nights and regular poisonings.)

Cang Xuan: would do many many many many MANY things for Xiaoyao and likes to brew wine. Is not remotely courting her because they are very firmly entrenched in a brother-sister relationship, is perfectly capable of tyrannical jealousy given leeway to act on it, also he’s very busy rn trying to become king. (The premise of this show is that CX is a suitor of XY’s but. I really don’t think he’s a love interest for her. He’s just a person she might spend her life with.)

Chishui Fenglong: allied with Cang Xuan, has yet to display any signs of mental illness, has never hurt Xiaoyao, has a normal relationship with his family, has a working brain, and thinks Xiaoyao is pretty and cool. Probably would be completely in over his head in a relationship with Xiaoyao, “is too much like Cang Xuan” according to the lady herself, not nearly as magnetic as the others. (He’s so so normal. Unfortunately, Xiaoyao has different taste.)

#lost you forever #cdrama #cxs #lyf 1x27 #chishui fenglong #cang xuan #xiang liu #fangfeng bei #ye shiqi #tushan jing #everyone atp has serious advantages and drawbacks! it’s very fun. #xiaoyao #okay I’ve caught up from the last 2 weeks I might not post for a second bc I’ve got college shit ok byeeeee

[mountinez]

One of my favorite things of watching PSG games (I only watch them for Neymessi obvi cause watching PSG physically pains me otherwise lmao) is that everytime someone or Neymessi make a goal Neymessi has to have an obligatory, private, mini celebration. Like they legit hug everybody and then they have find each like they're magnets. They just HAVE to hug eachother no matter what. And even if they already did a group hug then they have to have a hug just the two of them and I think that's just so fucking wholesome! They love each other so much! And their hugs with eachother are so different than when they do it with another teammate! Legit they just GRAVITATE to each other! All I can think about is Ney being the Sun and Leo being the moon!

Also amist the Leo transfer rumors. Him leaving in the summer makes my Neymessi brain go all haywire and made me think of Neymar being the literal represetantion of Lana Del Rey's summertime sadness song

Like:

Think I'll miss you forever

Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

Later's better than never

Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive (drive), drive

I got that summertime, summertime sadness

Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness

Got that summertime, summertime sadness

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Kiss me hard before you go

Summertime sadness

I just wanted you to know

That baby, you the best

Like HELLO!?!?! IM SOBBING!!!!!!!! Ney being like kiss me hard before you go and that baby youre the best!?!?!? LORD HAVE MERCYYYYY!!! I CAAAANT!!!! I mean idk if im bugging but for me Ney smiles so much when Leo is around! Like u can see it on his face!!! U can see the difference! Both of them are always giggling so much and whispering to each other ALL the time, like damn I wanna know what's funny too!

Anyways, sorry, I'm in my feels. I just love these two so so so so so sooo much!

first of all, are you married anon? because i'm really interested in share my whole life with you now 😭😭😭 seriously, this kinda stuff is why i'm still in tumblr. look at this giant ask, full of emotion and poetry. idk if i want to marry you or this ask 😭

seriously, the actual insanity neymessi is

"i want you back. only together we can win another ucl"

"i learn with him everyday, not only the player but the person. i'm completely in love with him"

"it made me very happy that 'a boy like him' said something like that about me"

"i'll defend him till death"

all those quotes could be part of a romance book or whatever but it was said by them about each other. so yeahl, they are insane, we are insane, everybody is insane!!!

i need to confess i don't like psg. i never liked the team and i'm only watching their games because of messi (and consequently because of ney). i don't care about psg, i care about THEM and so we have to go through this. the good part is the hugs and all the love they share being intact even after their separation. this can also be said about their chemistry on the pitch, their sync continues unbeatable. both are made for each other. their play style literally fits, their opposite personalities complement each other and they have the greatest love story in history since romeo and juliet (ok, i'm a bit dramatic but please we are talking about lana del rey in the end).

neymessi is not just a ship. what they share is real and it is beyond football, beyond their countries. the fact antonella likes neymar and share her husband with him proves my point. the thing is they are so intimate and know each other so well and bro, you just gave me an idea for a multi-chaptered fic... what if i dare to write? 👀

#well i'm joking but not that joking #neymessi #anon <3 #asks

[mybigfatheartpoems]

heartbreak in 11 parts (unsent texts.)

1. I’d like to pretend that I’m fine, that I’m moving on and doing okay, but I’m not okay. I still cry about you. I think about you every day. Every song reminds me of you. I miss your arms around me and your hands and your mouth. I miss your eyes. I miss hearing you say you’re obsessed with me. It’s insane and sad and nonsensical. You’re a ghost in my head. I can’t get rid of you.

2. The truth is, I’d still give you my heart if you asked for it. If you told me tomorrow that you wanted me back, I’d run to you without question. I’d kiss you until we forgot we were ever apart. And somewhere in my mind, I’d think — this is a huge risk. I’d ask myself, are you sure? What if he hurts you again? What if you ruin each other? What if you’re still not enough for him? Do you really want to take that chance? And the answer would be yes. Obviously it wouldn’t be easy, it would take work and patience and conflict and compromise, but you’d be worth it. If there’s a chance it could work, I’d still want to try. You made my heart so happy in the short time we were together that any more time with you would be precious in and of itself, regardless of the outcome. Knowing you is a gift. Loving you would be effortless. And I want to, god I want to.

I understand your hesitation. I know your concerns and they’re valid and important. I know why you don’t think we have a chance. I just can’t help wondering, is this truly how it’s supposed to be if we both hate it so much? If it feels so wrong? Everything in me is telling me to fight for this, to convince you to live in the moment with me, but logically I know it would be pointless. Idk. Something about us is special. The way we fit, our common interests, our similarities, the timing, the chemistry, our locations — it felt like fate. I’ve been grieving this loss for weeks and I’m no closer to acceptance.

I’m grateful to have you in my life in whatever way I can, full stop. You’re amazing and I don’t want to lose you, and I’d be honored to be your friend. I’m just not sure I’ll find this kind of connection with someone else. Maybe someday, years from now, but I just want you. It’s pathetic and selfish and scary but it’s how I feel. I don’t want to feel this way, I wish I could turn it off, wish I could break this magnetic pull you have on me, but I can’t. Why is it so hard?

I know this is a lot and it’s unfair, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to overwhelm you just because I am overwhelmed with everything I’m still feeling. You owe me nothing. I just want you so badly and everything hurts.

3. One of the hardest parts of this is not inviting you over when I’m home with nothing to do. I’ve never craved someone like this.

4. You said it was me, that I was your type. I can still be your type. I still wanna be yours.

5. Maybe this is all just temporary infatuation. Maybe I’m being childish, thinking these feelings won’t one day disappear, like they all do. Maybe it’s naïve, imagining a future with you where there isn’t one. I have too much hope. I want more than I can have.

6. I’m trying to tell myself that everything happens for a reason, that maybe I’m better off without you, that I’ll feel better once more time passes, but it all sounds like bullshit. Not talking to you, trying not to think about you, it feels wrong. I hate this. I can’t stand it.

7. Sometimes it hurts so bad I don’t want to get out of bed. I do, because I have to, but it’s hard. There’s a pit in my stomach and I’m nauseous about it all day. Some days I’m fine, I’m distracted, I can forget for a while. But when I’m alone with my thoughts, it just hurts.

8. I’m realizing the space that you need doesn’t help me at all, but I know this isn’t just about me. I want you to be okay, and if we want any chance at developing a friendship, I know I’ve got to give you that space. I just didn’t expect it to be this hard.

9. Everything reminds me of you. But I know I can’t have you, so I’m going to try to move on. I’m going to try and eventually I will succeed. Part of me hopes you are filled with regret when I do. Part of me hopes we can remain friends when I do. Part of me hopes you come back to me some day. Part of me never wants to see you again.

10. I still think about you. I still miss you. The thought of us still makes me sad. But it doesn’t tear me apart the same way anymore. It’s just a dull ache. But it’s there and idk when it’ll go away.

11. It breaks my heart to let you go. But I’m letting you go.

#unsent texts #poem #spilled ink #poetry #free verse #text poetry #text poem #heartbreak #moving on #j

[wulfhalls]

bestie wait i need to tell you about my encounter with mattemma last week now that the craze about the death of daemyra is over! they were lichrally chilling together in shoreditch and at first i didn’t even recognize them asdfghk it was at a pub so there was music etc etc but i did say hi! they are sooo magnetic in person, both of them! i didn’t ask for a pic but still ✋ i love them you can feel the chemistry they have from miles away

shut UP. are u serious girl. obsessed with the way u just went thank u for exuding insane amounts of vibes in general and for ur service specially <3

#no but are u actually serious!!! this is so!!!! #my anons straight up the sexiest hottest people on this website and the backbone of the daemyra brain rot community #asks #hotd #mattemma

[puella-peanut]

Hi ☺️ I was wondering, how did you get into Silverusso?

So, I didn't get into Silverusso. Silverusso got into me.

Y'know, like how you get infected by chicken pox as a kid, and then once you get it you're immune to it? That didn't happen to me (I was vaccinated)--or actually, only the first part happened to me. I got infected Big Time with Silverusso fever, and Lord knows I shall never recover!! (I don't wanna either.)

Anyway, back in Ye Olde Days, I grew up watching the KK movies. (Well, I grew up watching KK1, and watched the other two once or twice at most, also the Hilary Swank one, since I disliked all after 1, lol.)

Anyway, Daniel LaRusso was my childhood, tween, and teenage girl-self's love (which in itself it So Very Odd because I never liked small little pretty boys, always going for ones that were older and looked far more rugged (lmao, like Kreese) or even handsome, tall, and sophisticated (like Terry, LOL)--ANYWAY--so when I heard of Cobra Kai, I KNEW I HAD TO WATCH IT. Then I saw the trailer for season one, and I thought it was gonna be trash, so...I didn't. Oof.

What got me to watch it? A very shallow reason.

I saw the trailer for season 4, and oh my gosh, is that TERRY SILVER?? Looking so TALL AND HANDSOME?? SILVER FOX DADDY??? And that was it. I was HOOKED.

I started off shipping Lawrusso (their AMAZING chemistry in season 1 and 2, but especially 1, is still fantastic!), but even while I liked it, I was slightly bored by it. Meanwhile, I was reading more and more on Terry, looking at all his scenes in season 4, spoiling it for myself, and loving every second. TIG was magnetic, he stole every scene he was in with his demeanor, his charm, his dialogue, the small little quirks of body and build--and that strange, sensual, unholy, tension soaked and oddly flirty chemistry he had with my baby boy, Daniel....oh boy. OH BOY!!

Silverusso stole my heart from the moment they shared their first interaction at the dojo. I watched that scene over and over even while I was still making my way through season 2. The CHEMISTRY between the two of them--off the charts! Daniel has more chemistry with Terry in this one scene (and of course the convenience store scene) then he has with any other character in the show, even his wife, Amanda lol. What the shit!

I mean, even when Terry and Daniel didn't share the screen with each other, their presence in the other's life and what had come of it some 30 years hence was undeniable and tangible. There was a...heat, an intensity. A dark caress across time. A shadow. It was alluring. Mesmerizing. The way Terry and Daniel bounced off each other, how easily triggered by their other they were despite trying to be composed and rational about it (well, at least Daniel lol). Insane. Illegal!

I hadn't fallen so hard for a pairing since Reylo (tall, dark, dominant and sinister Kylo Ren/Ben and brown haired, brown eyed tiny, pretty, spunky and sassy, tempted-by-the-dark-side Rey from Star Wars--another pairing that shares a LOT of similarities with Silverusso!).

So, I finally re-watched KK3 as soon as I finished season 3, and. Holy shit. The Silverusso was ONCE AGAIN OFF THE CHARTS. I totally forgot that Terry got into this zany scheme for Kreese, because once Daniel LaRusso got roped into this stupid plot, it was like the boy pulled something beyond everything else outta him. Ridiculous. Crazy! This goes way beyond cocaine, if you ask me.

I had so many questions--why is Terry so obsessed with this boy? Why does he stick so close to him all the time? Why does Daniel turn to putty at the sound of his voice, a touch of the hands? WHY IS TERRY SO TOUCHY FEELY?? Why does he look at Daniel Like That? Why is he such a Wolf to Daniel's naive Little Red? Was this intentional? If not, why does it come across this way? Ahem. It just goes on and on. And on.

I did NOT recall it being this dark and sensual as a little girl. Was this normal in family movies from the 1980s? (It's not.) If this was actually a good film (because let's be real, this movie is garbage lol), one made for adults, it would definitely be a dark, perhaps tragic coming of age/first love story. It had and has all the elements--it was simply the execution that made it fall so short, sadly.

But yeah. Ship for the ages here, folks!

#in which i respond to your inquiries #silverusso #terry silver #daniel larusso #sweep the leg

[solibrie]

i have such a specific vision for jatp's first touring experience... i DO think they hold back from any long term touring until julie finishes high school but i've concocted an idea for the 22C-verse that i really really love...

first off: it's during the summer of 2022 between julie's junior and senior year of HS. she is 17

they're the openers for some other band's west coast tour dates, and i made this band up because i couldn't be assed to try and align them with a real one. they have shows in seattle, portland, san francisco, los angeles, and san diego—five shows in ten days, basically.

theyre the openers. the show that introduces the Main Event. and they 1,000% completely unintentionally ABSOLUTELY upstage the main band 😭 they're only on stage for like 30mins compared to the main event's 90 but they OBLITERATE the main event so utterly. in my mind the band was a cover band that went viral online which got them signed, but it's clear to the jatp members that the band doesn't seem to vibe with each other super well??? and that they stayed together because of getting signed and getting cash.

jatp's chemistry is so electric by comparison, their performances so magnetic, that they just blow the main band out of the water. it's crazy

and OBVIOUSLY this makes the main band hate them sososo bad 😭 beyond being kinda dickish to the band i think they also try their hand at sabotage...

at the portland show they hog the entirety of soundcheck in hopes to throw jatp off and it doesn't work. (luke voice) this is just like when we performed bright! and at the los angeles show they decide to be LATE and make jatp improvise another 30 minutes of songs except they failed to consider jatp are fucking insane and OBVIOUSLY planned for an "in case we need to perform for longer than 30 mins" scenario.

i just loved the idea of some people in their mid20s hating julie and the phantoms sososo bad 😭 it's very comical to me. me when i have serious beef with a group of teenagers

#hummingbird chirp #fic rambles

[gunsatthaphan]

I don't mind the fixed couple thing I agree that if two guys have insane chemistry they should do multiple shows together it is more that I think it hinders other pairings because while they can go on and do multiple het shows they very rarely if ever get to do other BL projects with different actors once they are "fixed" for example watching Midnight Museum it was so refreshing to see Gun act with a guy that wasn't Off even though it wasn't you know explicit BL we all saw it, even the little bit of Alanwen we got in Moonlight Chicken was so good like FirstMix have really good chemistry but will most likely never be paired in a show together again

the anon who said that it'd be awkward for grown couples "to have lightsticks and fan service and whatever other cringe thing the younger couples can get away with" made me laugh so bad i almost fell to the floor 🤣 thank you fellow anon, that was a good laugh. but it made me realize that i never thought about this 🤔 this kind of marketing works because these fixed couples are still quite young but they are gonna get older as the years go by. some are already almost 30. if they are still under gmmtv by then, will gmmtv continue this marketing or will they move on to younger couples lol? 🧐

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yeah idk. the fixed thing has its up- and downsides lol.

I think it's a nice concept to put them together and promote them etc. but like don't overdo it please lol. do they really need 5 merch lines, 4 concerts and a lightstick? No. they're actors not kpop-idols ffs. I just wish they would tone down the milking altogether because it's highkey embarrassing tbh. like the fact that two men in their 30s have a baby bottle as a lightstick makes me cringe so hard that I wanna crawl into a hole lmao rip.

but yeah I'm repeating myself but as much as I like seeing fixed pairs showcase their chemistry as much as possible, I think the company's branding ideology should not hinder them from broadening their horizon as actors. I still stand by that. people are still gonna pay attention to them even if they dont have magnets, pins and concerts where they sing wrong notes. promise.

xxx

#gmmtv #stop the branding madness 2k23 #please #i know they wont

[nerdynikki94]

Guys, already at season 3, and I'm just going to say it... I'm an unapologetic Hannigram Whore. Problematic. Evil. Gaslight. Toxicity. Murder. Cannibalism. Manipulation. And psychopathy, be damned. Those two men are so fucking obsessed with each other and want to bang so insanely, it's embarrassing.

Ngl, I have to check my morality at the door for this one, like it's frequently quite hard to sit through. That being said, the connection between them is so profound and immeasurable that they are in a hypnotizing, endless circle.

To discover Hannibal, Will had to empathize with him, but Hannibal had already chosen him as his obsession. And Will's empathy towards the masked murderer pulled him even closer to Hannibal, which spurred his obsession for Will. Their entire relationship is an undeniable and vicious cycle.

That is where the true romance of their connection lies. They are star-crossed cosmic calamities orbiting one another, wreaking havoc in the atmospheres unfortunate enough to cross their paths. Their shared capacity for cruelty leaves all bystanders to become nothing but collateral damage.

I just don’t have words for how many contradicting emotions I have about these men. Like I'm not saying I'd want them to have a white-picket fence ending (the finale was spoiled for me long ago, and it honestly seems kind of fitting). Still, I'm enthralled by their magnetic draw to one another. Their chemistry onscreen - especially throughout the brilliant dialogue and phenomenal performances - makes this pairing inherently romantic. They spend their entire relationship straddling a razor-thin line of love and hate, falling so deep into that bond, that they ultimately lost sight of which side they surrendered to.

Hannibal compared Will & himself to Achilles & Patroclus. He asked him to run away with him after he realized that Will hadn't actually killed Freddie Lounds. He wanted to start a life with Will, raising Abigail. Hannibal wants to believe Will is his one equal.

It's hard to see it objectively when you know his character doesn't truly comprehend empathy. But, in Hannibal's mind, he is the scorned lover, the one that opened himself up with desperation to be safe, seen, vulnerable with the person he’d deemed worthy.

And he was rejected.

Just like Alana had said about the desecration of 'Freddie Lounds' corpse. It's a courtship. I sincerely believe that that was not merely a metaphor. In Hannibal's fucked up mind, his Season 2's arc end was proposing to Will. While his Season 1's arc was testing Will's true worthiness. And prediction (and pre-conceived spoilers about the finale abound) says that Season 3's final arc will be the consummation of that eternal vow, their inescapable bond.

So, guys, have I made it onto the Hannigram community on Tumblr? I need this, guys... Macdennis is a perpetual Shroedinger's cat meant to torture me with what if's.... , Sherlock was a quick watch and pretty brief obsession... and honestly, I refuse to watch Supernatural. So, yeah.

Even if my morality (despite this being fiction) won't allow me to ship these men as endgame, I completely fucking get it. Like, this is intense; undeniably twisted, but passionate, and intense, nevertheless.

Two sides of a blood-covered, golden coin. Ruined yet priceless; one face unable to exist in the absence of the other.

#hannibal #will x hannibal #hannigram #y'all this takes gay tragic pining to thw ultimate boss level #the entire foundation of their relationship is wrapped in life and death #it's too traumatic and overwhelming to be stopped. they are enticed by the evils they've discovered in one another. #these two men are written like greek tragedy. and their characters are shot like heroes in doomed romances. #the chemistry between Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy is off the fucking charts!!!💥❤️‍🔥💯 #at least with Hannigram I can find closure that it's over. while Macdennis will murder me with endless seasons😮‍💨

[angelasscribbles]

Bad Romance Epilogue 4: Drake

Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam, Liam x Max, Riley x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Paring this chapter: Riley x Drake

Rating: R

Warnings for this chapter: Language

Word Count: 1,268

A/N: This one is written in first person because I just heard Drake's voice in my head, all I did was transcribe what he told me.

My other stuff: Master List.

When I said I’d do anything for her, I fucking meant it. I killed a man for her. I was willing to die for her. I took a bullet meant for her, and I’d do it again. All of it. And more.

There’s no line I wouldn’t cross for her, no law I wouldn’t break, no length I wouldn’t go to in order to protect her, defend her, avenge her. I might be a little insane when it comes to her, but I don’t care. She’s the only thing that matters. She’s everything. At least to me she is. And she’s mine.

Mine to protect, mine to safeguard, mine to love. Mine to obsess about, mine to dream about when she’s not with me and mine to hold close when she is. And yes, I’m dead fucking serious when I say I would end someone over her and not think twice about it. In fact, I have.

Yeah, I know she has a husband, my best friend no less. The fucking king of the country I grew up in. Which makes her the queen. I don’t mean figuratively, she’s the literal fucking queen. My queen. And Liam’s.

I guess it is both literal and figurative. Because her being the queen is a separate thing from her being my queen. As in, I would do anything for her. Does my devotion border on worship? Obsession? Insanity? Maybe. But she’s fire in my veins and I’m helpless against the feelings she ignites in me, has always ignited in me. My heart was frozen and empty before she filled it with passion and flame.

So, do I care that she has a husband, a country to run and a boyfriend that’s practically a second husband in the form of Maxwell Beaumont? No, I do not. I did, once, but I couldn’t break away. I tried and failed. The problem was that everything in me wanted her with a potency too strong to deny. I crumbled under it. Happily.

There has always been some kind of chemistry compelling us together, from the very first moment. Like a magnet, the force of attraction drawing us nearer and nearer to each other until we were circling one another like the moon orbits the earth, unable to break free from the pull of gravity. I fully expected to fall into her atmosphere and burn up until there was nothing left. But that’s not what happened.

She’s given me so much more than I ever asked for or ever deserved. She’s given me a true sense of belonging, a home. I never really had that before. Even before my father died, we were never really settled. And after…living in the palace surrounded by nobility, without either one of my parents? Well, that wasn’t it either. But now? Somewhere along the way that same ridiculously big, pretentious palace that use to feel more like a prison started to feel like home, warm and welcoming. Because she’s in it.

Valtoria is really our home, all of us. It has more of her personality in it, and I love being there. There, or the occasional time alone at my cabin, just the two of us. All of those places feel like home now. I finally realized, it’s not the structure, it’s the people in the structure that make it a home. Safe, loving, comforting. Never before had my entire body relaxed just because I walked through the door of a certain house. But it does now.

She gave me a son, named after my father. She spelled it Jaxon instead of Jackson, but it’s pronounced the same. And the kid looks just like me, anyone paying any amount of attention at all could put two and two together. She wasn’t even subtle about it. Jaxon Nolan Walker Rys. Nolan is my middle name, my mother named me after the greatest pitcher of all time, Texas Ranger legend Nolan Ryan, all-time leader in no-hitters. He was robbed of a Cy Young Award, and everyone knows it, but that’s not the point.

She certainly made my career more interesting. Guarding Riley has been an exercise in forethought, contingency planning and diplomacy. Trying to stay a step ahead of her can be exhausting. You have no idea the number of international incidents that have been narrowly avoided over the years because someone’s boyfriend, husband or son was a little too enamored of our queen. Or, sometimes their girlfriend, wife or daughter. She attracts attention wherever she goes, and she chaffs under restraint. She has always kept us on our fucking toes. It’s infuriating and frustrating is what it is. But I really wouldn’t have it any other way because then she wouldn’t be her. And I fucking love her.

I love her, and I always have. I loved her almost from the beginning. I loved her through the social season and that stupid engagement tour, through my suspension and trail, through her engagement to another man, through her marriage to my best friend. I have loved her through four decades, five children and three terrorist threats to our nation. I’m never going to stop.

She somehow, against all odds, brought me closer to Liam as well. I love him too, I don’t mean in a sexual or romantic way, but I guess I’m as close to him as I am to Savannah. Closer, if I’m being honest. None of this would feel right without him here. This is not how I imagined my life would turn out, none of it.

But somehow, even Max has burrowed his way under my skin. I like the guy. He’s not as flighty or as frivolous as I once believed him to be. I guess he was my lesson in judging people based on their station in life. I have to admit, he has a calming effect on her, and on Liam. I don’t know how he does that. Liam and I both tend to rile her up more often than not, but Max comes along and just soothes all her ruffled feathers. I never in a million years thought I’d be going to Maxwell Beaumont for relationship advice, but he’s kind of an expert on how to navigate all of….this.

I may not have envisioned this type of relationship when I was younger, but to be fair, I never envisioned any at all. Didn’t want one, didn’t think I needed one. But as it turns out, I needed her, I wanted her. It wasn’t the relationship, per se, it was the woman. And once I let go of all the preconceived notions of what a relationship was supposed to look like….the thing I had never wanted anyway, and just let ours be what it is, that’s when everything changed. Changed for the better.

So yeah, she’s given me a true sense of home, a place where I belong. She’s given me freedom and control over my career. She’s given me a family, in the form of Liam, Max and the kids. But most of all, she’s given me herself. Her body, her heart, her trust, her devotion. This woman planned and helped execute a murder for me. There is no question that her feelings for me are real and it’s hard to believe there ever was. I love her. Completely, unconditionally, maybe a little obsessively.  

So no, I don’t care that she has a husband, and a boyfriend, or whatever Max is to her, exactly. I only care what I am to her, what she is to me, what we are to each other.

Everything.

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in a ship of glass - ch 2

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the second chapter of scott's prequel for my empires superpowers au! many apologies for the next chapter of poisoned rats not being out today, i am stuck on it and want to work a bit longer.

cw: brief violence/blood, mentioned past life in a cult

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Scott’s nineteen, and he’s just been accepted to Empires City University.

Aeor cheers, pours himself a glass of champagne and pours Scott some sparkling cider. They toast, and Scott’s so excited that both glasses freeze.

He goes to apologize, but Aeor waves him off.

“No need, Scott,” he says genially. “It’ll melt, and be better for it.”

Scott looks at the acceptance letter again just to feel that flip of his heart, grins. Then a thought hits him.

“Aeor, I’m—I’m going to be away at school, in a dorm. What if. . . .” he trails off, not sure if he wants to finish his sentence. He still has bad days, days where he can’t help but feel he shouldn’t exist. Part of him wants to have those days, screams that those are a sign from God, that he needs to do what he needs to do and rid this world of another devil. 

He ought to tell someone about those thoughts in particular, but . . . he’s afraid. He’s afraid that if he shares, Aeor will think he’s not well enough to go to school. But that terrible part of him also doesn’t want to warn Aeor, doesn’t want him to ruin everything again.

Scott shakes himself. He’s passive. He’s passive, not active, and if he ever becomes active again, he’s got a support system and a plan in place. Besides, his therapist thinks school will be good for him.

“It’s hardly ‘away’, ECU,” Aeor says gently, taking a seat at the kitchen table. “A two hour drive or a twenty minute flight. And you can always call. As long as I’m not fighting crime, I’ll always pick up.”

Scott clenches his fists, then closes his eyes and runs through a breathing exercise—in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Empires City University. He’s excited. He genuinely is—he’d managed to transfer his credits from those two semesters at Milford, so freshman year’s out of the way and he can hone in on a major.

ECU has an insane amount of options to choose from. He’s not sure what he wants his major to be quite yet—before, he’d always planned on ministry but he just can’t stand the idea of that now. Maybe computer science, or music, or chemistry! No, not chemistry, he’s too volatile for that. He can't imagine what would happen if he spontaneously froze some fluid that should under no circumstances be frozen.

He wants to ask Aeor if he ever went to college, and if so, what he majored in. The question that bursts out of his mouth, though, is, “Can I dye my hair?”

Aeor chuckles. “You don’t need to ask me permission, Scott. But of course you can.”

“Red,” Scott says instantly. “Natural red. My hair’s pretty much blond at this point, anyway. It won’t be hard. And I’ll buy the dye, too, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I’ll handle the dye, it’s not a problem,” Aeor tells him. He runs a hand through his own hair. “I’ve been thinking of covering the grey myself. What say you to green?”

Scott snorts in spite of himself. “Please no. How about a highlighter shade of yellow? That neon look.”

Aeor laughs as well, takes the acceptance letter from Scott and sticks it to the fridge, right next to both the ECU magnet they’d received in the mail and Scott’s antidepressant prescription. He ought to draw something to be pinned on the fridge, like a child bringing home a school project. Anything to make it less depressing.

“Maybe I’ll be an art major,” he murmurs as the thought occurs. He’s always liked drawing, and painting even more. Aeor smiles, opens the fridge.

“What are you feeling for dinner?”

Scott almost answers with what he usually does—whatever you want, it doesn’t matter to me, etc. But for the first time in a long time, he wants to celebrate.

“Can we . . . maybe, er. Have breakfast for dinner? Like, bacon, and eggs, and all that?” Before he’s even finished speaking, Aeor has pulled the eggs out of the fridge.

“Pancakes or biscuits?”

Scott thinks for a moment. “Pancakes.”

Aeor reaches up onto the kitchen shelf, pulls down a cookbook. “There’s a breakfast food section, find the pancake recipe you like and get to work,” he says. “Just pull your hair back and wash your hands first.”

Maybe he can be a culinary major. He likes cooking, has liked it ever since Aeor introduced it as a way to keep his hands occupied.

Scott cries over dinner, of course. The bacon isn’t quite as crisp as his dad makes it, but the differences only serve to remind him that he’s not welcome at home and never will be. His parents probably wish him as dead as he sometimes wishes himself.

Maybe he can major in psychology. Become a therapist, help others like him.

Despite the tears, for the first time in a long time, Scott feels like his world is full of opportunity.

-

Scott’s just turned twenty, and he’s an architecture major. He’s not sure what he’s going to do with it, but he remembers the book of unusual building designs from the Milford public library, and he remembers the moment of awe he’d had staring up at the skyscrapers and how he’d almost put off his plans just to look at the buildings.

It’s a lot more math classes than he cares for, but the design classes are right up his alley and he goes home one weekend after a big design project exhausted but pleased. Aeor hugs him and offers to celebrate, and the powers that Scott’s been working on taming with Aeor prove useful, for once, as he drops ice cubes in both of their drinks.

Scott’s also just having a good time at school. At his therapist’s recommendation, he attends an ex-cult activity group (he’d been surprised one even existed, but the school’s big enough for a jousting club so why not). It helps immensely—he still has problems accepting that he was raised in a cult, but finding others with similar (and in one case, the exact same) experiences is so comforting. They develop into one of his main friend groups, all there to push each other when the world feels forbidden.

He also bonds with his roommate Jack (who is always up at insane hours of the morning doing computer science stuff), and Scott often finds himself hanging out in Jack’s circle. The tech majors are loud and nerdy, but sometimes that’s just what Scott needs, and he genuinely enjoys it.

He works in the theatre department, as the assistant student set designer. It’s good, hard work, and the woodworking professor doesn’t mind that sometimes when Scott’s excited or anxious or hits his thumb with a hammer ice explodes out of him. She never asks questions, just takes it in stride and sits him down and gets him a cup of coffee.

Most important to him, though, is his boyfriend.

Being queer was as taboo as being powered back home, and maybe it’s the liberalism of college or just the newfound freedom, but Scott buys four different pride flags within his first semester, cycling through bi and ace and pan only to settle, eventually, on gay. As soon as he decides that, he asks out Marcus from his ex-cult group of friends and the rest is history.

Marcus is funny and fiery and jaw-droppingly hot, and within a week of their first kiss Jack is voluntarily leaving the two of them alone in the room with a call of “Use protection!” thrown over his shoulder, as Scott laughs and locks the door and dims the lights.

It’s so freeing to have this control over himself and his body, and there are days when he thinks about calling his therapist and lowering his Paxil dose because for the first time since before that first day in the library purchasing a HiSET ticket, Scott feels overwhelmingly happy.

He never does—Aeor had advised him a year ago to track his moods daily and find the weekly average, and there’s still too many panic attacks and days of just going through the motions, brain fogged, that he can’t justify reducing his antidepressants. He doesn’t want to be suicidal again—he’s far too busy.

But otherwise, college is just as good for him as his therapist thought it would be. He’s passionate about his work, has made more friends than he could ever imagine having, and is dating a man he loves.

Everything is as perfect as it can be.

Until it isn’t.

Marcus has been working on a project for a while now. He's majoring in chemistry, so Scott spends a lot of late evenings reading chem books in the mini library outside the lab, waiting on his boyfriend to be done doing whatever. Marcus is a senior and a TA, which grants him special access to the labs. Scott doesn’t initially question the amount of time he spends there, nor the strange hours. He does begin to question, however, the failing grades that Marcus begins to receive, the anger (that’s always been there, that Scott loves because it makes him so passionate) that’s closer to the surface—and the thing that really tips him over the edge is when, while waiting outside Marcus’s dorm building one night for a date they’d planned, he sees a dark shape fly overhead and circle down onto the roof. When Marcus lets him in, his hair is windswept and the small of his back is sweaty.

After that Scott pays closer attention. He finds a red mask in Marcus’s closet on top of a shoebox, a shoebox that has a green supersuit folded neatly within it. He finds strange lists of locations in Marcus’s notebook, most of which (when he looks them up) appear to be government buildings. He watches through the glass windows at the lab, checks again and again against the books he’s become quite familiar with and comes to the inevitable conclusion that Marcus is building chemical bombs.

He’s not sure what to do at first. He spends a day or two trying to act like everything is normal, but he can’t help but think of what Marcus is doing behind the scenes and that tends to kill the mood a little bit when they make out.

Then he comes to an interesting thought: what if he just . . . goes with it? 

He doesn’t really advertise that he’s powered, and Marcus has merely observed that Scott's hands are always cold and hasn’t noticed anything else. If Marcus is shaping up to be a supervillain (and it’s becoming clearer every day), maybe it’s time to reveal to him his own super-tendencies. Scott thinks maybe he wouldn’t mind being the boyfriend (or even accomplice) of a supervillain. It’s a heck of a way to rebel, what with Aeor being the primary protector of the city and practically his guardian. With Marcus’s flight powers and his ice powers, they might be unstoppable. 

He’s very passionate with Marcus after that conclusion, because evil mastermind looks good on Marcus and it’s so very hot that Scott just can’t resist him. It’s taboo, it’s thrilling, and he can’t get enough of it.

Then Marcus comes home with blood on his shoes, the night that Scott had been planning on telling him that he knows everything and is with him to the end. And Scott doesn’t know whose it is, but making out on Marcus’s bed that night turns into more and when they lie in bed after, Marcus snoring lightly with his arm over Scott’s chest, Scott stares at the shoes and wonders who it belongs to. He doesn’t tell Marcus anything.

Then the next day on the news, there's a report of a woman who was murdered by her boyfriend and Scott’s suddenly so very scared because his boyfriend is capable of murder and has plans to commit mass murder and likely has murdered already.

He doesn’t want to tell Aeor. He’s embarrassed—both of the fact that he’s dating a man (he’s pretty sure Aeor’s not homophobic, but he hasn’t asked) and of the fact that he’d been willing to be a supervillain if it meant he could stay with his college boyfriend.

He can take care of this himself.

Scott sneaks into the theatre costume shop after hours—he’s got a key to the building, so it’s not really against the rules or anything, but it’s probably something he shouldn’t do so he makes sure to avoid both security cameras. From there he gets a black leotard along with a blue hooded cloak and a similarly medieval-looking silver top (he thinks it’s left over from last year’s production of Something Rotten). These he takes back to his dorm, where he already has black leggings, a dark blue mask that will cover most of his face, and a beanie to cover his hair.

Then he waits. He tracks Marcus's progress, keeps an eye on the news, practices his ice powers in secret whenever possible. Jack doesn’t ask questions when Scott asks if he knows what radio station is the police airwave, which, after a quick google search, Jack shoots the link to him in an email. There he hears definite mentions of Marcus, who has apparently named himself Kelvin (which is just about the lamest villain name Scott has ever heard. You have your pick of anything to strike fear into the hearts of your enemy, and you pick Kelvin? Science majors) and has three confirmed kills, two of them politicians and one an unconnected bystander.

Scott’s not picked up nothing working in the theatre, and he thinks he deserves an Oscar for his performance as the role of Marcus’s boyfriend, because to all outsiders apart from Jack, nothing has changed about their relationship. His friends still roll their eyes and pretend to vomit when Scott cuddles into Marcus during study sessions, he still gets catcalled by the guys when he impulsively leans up to kiss his partner, still gets the girls cooing at him about how cute they are when Scott gushes about his partner.

Nobody knows that he’s building a secret superhero identity.

He decides to call himself Major, for several reasons. For one thing, Major had been the last name alias he’d put on his Milford library card (at the time meaning Major Sin, a phrase popular in his church). The hospital Aeor had taken him to when he’d found him unconscious that fateful night had been Major Upper Empires Medical Center. But mostly, he becomes Major because it’s the name scribbled on a piece of peeling painter’s tape stuck on the tag of the cloak.

He’s almost too late to stop Marcus the first time. He manages to catch wind of a possible Kelvin situation at a political office building over the police airwaves, and he skips out on class to run to his dorm and shrug on the costume he’s built. Then he texts Jack that he’s taking Jack’s car and takes off, off toward the sound of sirens and in the direction of news trucks.

Sure enough, Marcus is there. Scott hops out of the car two streets down and books it for the incident, feeling his face heat as various members of the crowd gasp and point at him.

The fight is long, longer than he’d hoped it would be. Marcus is good at flying, has clearly had practice at dodging, and none of the ice spikes he throws hit their mark. Scott’s not got experience, not really, and he’s starting to wear out quickly and Marcus is laughing at him but with that irritated tone that tells Scott he’s having a bad day and even though he’s fairly sure he’s fallen out of love with him, he just wants to comfort him and pepper kisses all over his face until they’re both giggling.

He’s emotionally compromised, but he’s the only person who knows Marcus’s weaknesses. One can imagine the problems that creates.

The fight ends in a standstill, Kelvin knocking Scott to the ground before flying off and Scott slipping into the shadows before he has to answer any questions about his identity. That night he winces when Marcus’s fingers accidentally press against a bruise he’d unknowingly caused.

Two days later they have another fight that ends the same way, and news stations have begun to refer to him as the Mute Marauder and he just won’t stand for that, so he creates a Facebook page for himself under the name Major and reaches out to several news outlets anonymously to let them know his name and mission—to defend Empires City from the threat of Kelvin.

The next day is another fight and another standstill, and Scott’s watching the news footage over Jack's shoulder with an ice pack pressed to his lip when Jack turns around, meets his eyes with a serious gaze.

“Dude, you don’t have to tell me anything,” he says, “but you need to stop pulling your punches. It’s pathetic. Put that guy in prison or the hospital, whichever comes first.”

And. Well. What else can Scott do after that?

Their fight on Thursday of the next week is their last one.

Scott, as Jack recommended, does not pull any punches. He’s not sure how he manages it, but he shoots ice from in front and below Kelvin at the same time, crystallizing the ice around his leg in the spike coming up from below when he dodges the one in front of him. From there, Scott pulls him down to the ground, strides toward him with ice gathering in his fist, pulls him up by the collar (he thinks of all the times he’s kissed those lips, all the times he’s unbuttoned his shirt, all the times he’s laughed at the gleam in those eyes), and smashes his fist into Marcus’s jaw.

Kelvin’s eyes roll up into his head as he slumps, the only thing holding him up the encroaching ice on his back. Scott shakes out his wrist and shakes off the ice, watching it fall in crystals on the ground.

The cops load up the unconscious Marcus and promise that they won’t treat him badly when Scott asks. Then he’s crowded by press members and he’s forced to answer a few questions—mainly his name, how he knew Kelvin, and what he’s going to do next.

“You can call me Major,” he says, more than a little unsure of himself. “I knew Kelvin years ago and heard about him on the news. I don’t know if I’ll continue fighting crime, I’m a busy man. I won’t be taking more questions.”

Then he goes home, curls up in bed and cries his heart out.

Jack comes in at some point when he’s still huddled under the blankets, stands awkwardly in the middle of the room for a moment.

“They announced his identity,” Jack says, quietly, as if he’s not sure if Scott’s awake or not. “So. I’m sorry, bro. There’ll be a lot of people asking if you knew or whatever. So if you wanted to hang out here for the rest of today and tomorrow, I can bring you food.”

Scott sighs, pulls the blanket down. He knows he must look pretty bad from Jack’s wince. “Thanks. I think I need a day off, honestly. Might ask my da—er, my guardian to come pick me up and just come back next week. Take a long weekend.”

Jack nods a bit too vigorously. “Sounds like a plan. I get the room to myself for the next three days, you get some time away from all this. Sounds great. Especially the having-the-room-to-myself part.”

“Jack.”

“Hm?”

“Don’t touch my side of the room.”

-

Scott’s twenty-one, and he’s somehow become a superhero.

He didn’t ask for this. He really just wanted to keep up with his education, hone his powers so that they don’t burst out of him randomly, maybe settle down with someone and have a kid.

Now, however, he’s attending class during the day and patrolling the city in the evenings with Aeor—as long as he doesn’t have homework. When he’s got to study, he turns on the police radio airwave in the background and responds when there’s an emergency.

His costume’s his own now, rather than made up of pieces stolen from the theatre. His hooded cloak is midnight blue, his bodysuit a lighter shade, a golden ‘M’ embossed on the chest in curling script. His mask is gold as well, as are his tennis shoes.

Aeor had been more than willing to train him in fighting crime, rather than just teach him to control his powers. Now he’s learning how to use his ice in combat, how to channel that energy into a fighting force rather than his usual passive outbursts. He also learns some fun tricks—he can shoot ice from his toes, if he really tries. He can also breathe out ice shards (or more commonly, breathe freezing fog). He wants to get to a place where he can ice skate or slide down a sidewalk by projecting ice ahead of himself while destroying what he leaves behind. It sounds fun, but every time he tries he’s knocked onto his butt.

It still gets out of control sometimes—one morning he wakes up with his eyes iced over and he panics for a solid three minutes trying to open his eyes while Jack laughs at him.

“Oh, sure, because you’re completely immune to ice,” Scott shoots at him when he can finally see, ice forming around his hand in an impressive imitation of brass knuckles. He raises his hand threateningly. “You want a taste of it yourself?”

Jack’s still laughing when he apologizes, but Scott starts laughing too and it’s all okay.

Scott isn’t quite able to justify his degree, anymore. He’s in his second-to-last semester (the architecture program usually takes a little longer than he’s done it in, what with the summer classes he took to keep himself occupied) and he doesn’t even pretend that he’s going to be an architect. The public already loves him, is already accustomed to seeing him traveling around the city with Aeor the Protector. Scott’s going to be a superhero.

-

Scott’s twenty-two and he’s graduating.

For a brief moment, he considers mailing his graduation announcement to his parents. He talks about it with his therapist, and together they deem it to not be a good idea. For one thing, he’s not sure of his own motivation. Is he sending it to brag that he’s fine without them? Is he sending it as one final attempt at validation? Whatever his intentions, sending a letter will do nothing. They’ll likely just throw it away.

His therapist recommends that, if he genuinely feels he needs closure and he thinks it would be safe, he can go visit them in person. Scott doesn’t like that idea, not yet. It’s still too early.

He doesn’t need them, anyway. He’s got Aeor. Aeor, who taught him to drive and helped him apply for college. Aeor, who helped him learn how to control his ice powers and use them healthily instead of repressing them. Aeor, who picks him up from school on bad weekends and refills his antidepressants prescription and buys Scott’s favorite candy on occasion and teared up when Scott tried on his cap and gown and saved him.

Aeor’s the only parent that Scott needs.

And when Scott walks across the stage to receive his diploma, his freshly-cut red hair tucked neatly beneath his graduation cap, Aeor whoops and takes a picture and Scott can’t help the tears that build in his eyes.

He’d never thought he would make it here. He’s twenty-two, and he’s got friends and family and a degree and a job, and he’s happier than he’s ever been. Jack flips him off from the crowd. Scott laughs right as his picture is taken.

Three weeks later, that photo is taped on the fridge in Scott’s new townhouse, right next to his antidepressants prescription and a newspaper clipping featuring a photo of Scott and Aeor in costume beside each other, the headline reading ‘AEOR ENDORSES POSSIBLE NEW PROTECTOR, MAJOR.’

Aeor hugs him hard when they move the last of Scott’s boxes into the house and whispers in his ear, “I’m so very proud of you.”

Everything is looking up for Scott.

#empires smp #esmp #empires fanfic #scott smajor #empires superpowers au #esh au #mas writes #in a ship of glass #i think we all know what has to happen next #if you thing i need any other warnings lmk #this is honestly the lightest part ive posted for this au #i was abt to say lightest part ive ever written for esh but that is simply not true #i have some flower husbands fluff coming eventually #so how's everyone's day been #i have come to understand that many of us are in different timezones. #why r u people staying up to read my fics #for context i usually post around 5-6pm my time #sometimes push it to 7-8pm depending on life #guess i have no room to talk tho im frequently up late reading fics #anyways lmk what you think! #love you guys