#what we refer to as dreams. because we dream when we fall asleep but if this was all a dream it couldn’t be because it’s just a new reality

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

When you’re sick

Warnings: none, one Monsters Inc. reference I hope won't confuse people

Please let me know which is your favourite!

☆ gender neutral reader

Soobin

You'd tried everything, from warm baths to drinking god-awful concoctions people swore by on the internet. But you were still sick. You'd been holed up in your bedroom for almost a week, leaving poor Soobin to have to sleep on the couch. You missed him, but you couldn't let him catch what you had. The only contact you'd had with him all week was through texting, and the meals he'd leave outside the bedroom door for you.

Of course, you'd been apart longer than this before; being in a successful group, Soobin often went on tour for months at a time. But this almost seemed harder, maybe because you felt miserable physically and just wanted to be held and loved on.

"I just wanted to see you," came his muffled voice, a hint whiny. "I won't come any further than this, I promise."

Sighing, you retreated from hiding. You hadn't seen him with your own eyes for what felt like longer than it actually was. There was no helping how good it felt to look at him now. "I miss you."

His lopsided smile gave you a rush of warmth. "Please get better before I go crazy."

You felt guilty. "I'm sorry. You can go and stay at Taehyun's if you-"

Soobin's mouth quirked, his brow creased. "It's not that. I just want to see you, touch you, have a real conversation. I want to hold you until we fall asleep." You felt the longing for him increase. "You always take care of me when I'm sick, even if you might catch it. Please, let me do the same for you."

His eyes held a helpless look that tugged at your heart as much as his words did. You felt your resolve crack, and it must have shown in your face, Soobin crossing the threshold and shuffling towards the bed. Relief flooded through you as he crawled up next to you and tucked you into his arms. His warmth was everything you'd needed for the past week, and he sighed as you buried your face against his neck. You swear you started melting when you felt his fingers in your hair. This was home.

Yeonjun

You weren't sure how long you'd felt like this. Time seems a blur when most of it is spent in bed, falling in and out of sleep and dreams. It took a monumental effort just to roll from one side to the other, so you couldn't remember the last time you'd eaten or showered. One small mercy was the fact that your ears were blocked, muffling the noise of the world outside the window; birds and neighbours dogs and traffic sounds couldn't disturb your sporadic naps.

Suddenly there was soft skin against your cheek, a warm palm and fingertips that you leaned into without question, and a deep sound somewhere close by. It took a few minutes for your mind to kick in and realise that these things were real and not a dream. Opening your eyes to the dim room, you found a face smiling down at you; your Yeonjun. But something was strange about this. Hadn't you been alone? Wasn't there a reason you were in the middle of the big bed, his pillow trapped between your arms?

"Junie?" You whinced as your voice seemed to reverberate through your head, your throat burning as the word tore through it.

"Hey, baby," he replied softly. You felt his fingers swipe the hair off your forehead before his nose was touching your own.

With what little strength you had, you tried to sink further into the mattress to put space between the two of you. "Jun, I'm- I'm sick."

"It's okay." You felt his arm slither under your back and peel you off the bed, pulling you into him. "I'm here."

You sniffled, swallowing against the dryness of your mouth that comes with not being able to breathe through your nose for so long. "Why?"

"'Why?'" He laughed. "Because the tour ended and I came home to you. Aren't you happy to see me?"

You nodded weakly against his chest. "Junie... I'm sick," you said again, half warning and half complaint.

His hand began to rub your back soothingly, and it felt so good to be in his arms again that you sighed heavily, raspily. "I know, babe, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't..." Words were too hard. Instead, you brought your hand to his chest and tried to push him, rather feebly, away.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist, softly pulling your arm up over his shoulder. "I don't care. I missed you."

Not having it in yourself to argue, you surrendered, letting your body totally relax into his. You had pictured him coming home after tour very differently than this. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to talk about his trip, but you couldn't fight your body. You heard the rumble of his voice again. "What?"

"I'll make you some chicken soup," he repeated. But as he tried to turn to leave the bed you grabbed a handful of his shirt. You heard him chuckle, and his arms were back around you again. "Maybe later, then."

Beomgyu

One minute you were studying, the next you were being woken by your phone blasting the most annoying ringtone Beomgyu had set for himself. You scrambled to snatch the phone off the desk where you had evidently fallen asleep. "Gyu? What time is it?"

"Half past the time you were supposed to meet me at the cinema."

Your heart sank. How long had you been asleep? "Oh no. I'm so sorry, I fell asleep."

"Why do you sound like you're talking into a tin can?"

Now that you were more awake, you noticed the feeling in your throat, the pounding of your head. Sure, falling asleep with your head on a desk wasn't the best, but you'd never known it to make your head feel like this. Come to think of it, you couldn't breathe through your nose very well either. You thought back and vaguely remembered your roommate having had a cough before she left for the weekend. There was a knock at the door.

"Hang on," you said into the phone, crossing the small space to open the door and-

"You look terrible," Beomgyu said, to your face and in your ear before hanging up. His cheeks were flushed, telling you he'd walked all the way here, in the cold, probably to check on you.

"Wow, thanks," you deadpanned as you let him in. "When's the next showing? Maybe we can make that one."

Your boyfriend pulled his hood down and looked at you for a moment before pressing his palm to your forehead. Trying not to flinch at the coldness of his hand, you looked up at him, his eyes still studying you.

"You're hot," he told you.

You scoffed, but it came out as more of a cough. "That's not what you were saying a minute ago."

Without another word, Beomgyu's hands were on your shoulders, turning you around and steering you through the small dorm room and sitting you down on your bed. Then he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a towel that he pressed against your head.

"I'm fine," you sighed. "Let's go see the movie."

Beomgyu tisked, gesturing for you to hold the towel before dipping to his knees to pull off your slippers. "The only movie you're seeing tonight is the DVD I got you for Christmas." Standing up again, he shooed you up the bed and pulled the covers over you.

"But we've seen that a hundred times," you whined. You'd been looking forward to a night out with your boyfriend; the movie, popcorn, leaving the confines of your dorm room after so many days and nights of studying.

"But you love it," he retorted, mocking your whiny tone. He handed you the remote for the tiny TV at the foot of your bed. "I'm guessing you haven't had dinner?" You shook your head. "Got any cup ramen?" You nodded.

You opened your mouth again to complain, but the words never came as Beomgyu kissed you on the top of the head and walked over to boil the kettle. Instead you let yourself sink into the comfort of your bed, only now noticing how exhausted you actually were. So you weren't going to get your date, but how could you complain when you had a boyfriend like this?

Taehyun

You were up before Taehyun this morning - an unusual occurrence. You'd woken up with a funny feeling in your throat and quickly but quietly escaped his room to cough without waking him. Then you'd tiptoed to the kitchen to boil water, eyes meeting with Yeonjun's who was sitting at the table eating cereal. His smirk said it all.

You were sat on the couch when Taehyun emerged from his room, tired eyes searching for you. By now, Soobin and Beomgyu were also sitting at the table eating. Taehyun plodded over to you. "Morning."

"Don't get contaminated," Yeonjun called, looking up from his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Soobin, who looked like he could've still been half asleep, whipped his head up in confusion, chewing his toast with a new expression.

Taehyun's eyes swept from his friend to you, scanning your face for signs of anything amiss. "Are you not feeling well?"

"M'fine," you croaked, arms wrapped around yourself inside your hoodie as you tried to hold off a shiver.

"Tried to cough up a whole cat this morning," Yeonjun snitched. Soobin looked between Yeonjun and Beomgyu, still puzzled, his messy bed hair comedically flapping side to side.

You rolled your eyes, looking up at Taehyun with a small pout. "I just have a cough. It's probably the change in the weather."

"Or bronchitis."

Taehyun ignored the oldest boy's comment as he crouched down in front of you. "Do you want me to go to the pharmacy?"

"Really," you persisted. "I'm fine. I feel okay, just an itchy throat." As if on cue, you started to cough again, burying your face into the crook of your arm, then quickly tried to recover yourself. "I don't want you to worry."

"Sounds like a duck," Beomgyu said with a tone that gave away his amusement.

Taehyun sighed and rubbed up and down your arms comfortingly. "I just want to help you feel better, so anything you need, you just tell me, okay?"

You nodded. He stood up and went to the kitchen to start breakfast, giving you a kiss on the cheek first. Suddenly there was a commotion, as Beomgyu grabbed his breakfast bowl and ran from the kitchen yelling, "twenty-three nineteen!"

Huening Kai

The first thing that you noticed was a dull ache in your head. You'd taken some pain relief, thinking it was just a normal headache, and pushed on to get ready for your dinner plans. Kai's parents were always so happy to have you for dinner, and to see him catching up with them and his sisters made you happy, too.

You started to feel a little weak halfway through your meal, participating in conversation less and less, and after dinner you'd slipped away to a quiet room for what was supposed to be a few minutes. Your body felt heavy, more exhausted than what would be expected, and as you sat on an armchair in the dimly lit room, you became aware of the dull ache in your muscles. Eyes closing, the sound of distant chatter and laughter from the dining room lulled you quickly into unexpected sleep.

Kai had thought you were gone for the bathroom, and after ten minutes of your absence, his eyes flicking to the door every so often in anticipation of your reappearance, he thought he should check on you - maybe something you'd eaten wasn't agreeing with you. When he'd knocked on the bathroom door and there was no reply, he'd let himself in only to find it empty. He checked the kitchen, then the garden, then walked back to the dining room to see if you'd returned there while he'd been away. His mother joined him as he went to check the living room.

The two of them found you dozing and lowered their voices to a whisper, Mrs. Huening commenting that you hadn't seemed yourself earlier. Kai gently touched the back of his hand to your forehead and found it clammy. This, along with the headache you'd mentioned before the drive up and how quiet you'd been, probably meant you'd come down with something, and he decided to take you home.

That's how you woke up in Kai's arms, in the cold night air, on the way to the car. "There you are," he said when he noticed you awake. "Have a nice nap?"

You noticed a sore throat was beginning as you spoke, glancing around the street. "We're leaving?"

His soft brown eyes met yours as he continued to walk. His arms kept you steady against his chest, so you barely felt like you were on the move. "You're exhausted. You fell asleep."

You hated that you were the reason Kai's family time was being cut short and that you hadn't said goodbye to anyone. "I'm fine, Hyuka. Let's go back. Please?"

He came to a stop as he reached the car, looking down into your eyes again with a soft smile. "You need rest. We'll go home, I'll run a bath, and then we'll get into bed." Seeing you open your mouth to argue, he added, "Let me take care of you."

You couldn't argue with that.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

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[neiveel3llson]

Obey Me! Incorrect quotes

Diavolo trying to convince MC to continue being the babysitter:

NB Diavolo: "What are you talking about MC? You love it here!"

NB MC: "I'm not sure I do, I think I've just developed Stockholm syndrome."

Solomon being an old ass man:

NB Solomon: "The dinosaurs didn’t rule the earth they were just alive. Stop giving them credit for administration skills they didn’t have."

Satan for no reason at all:

NB Mammon: "Do I sound smart, or am I smart? "

NB Satan: "You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest."

Leviathan being depressed:

NB Lucifer: "How are you today?"

NB Leviathan: "Please don’t make me think about my life."

Beelzebub being.. Beelzebub:

NB Beelzebub: "My stomach growled super loud in French."

NB Beelzebub: "I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class."

NB Leviathan: "Bonjour."

NB MC: "Le growl."

NB Mammon: "Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette."

NB MC now that they're a demon:

NB MC: "I am literally evil incarnate."

NB MC: "I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil."

NB MC: "Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort."

Solomon can't cook:

NB Solomon: "I truly go into househusband mode when I'm someone's soulhousemate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning."

NB MC: "This is a lie."

NB MC: "I'm literally living with him. This is a lie."

NB MC: "HE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS."

MC just wants to go home:

NB Solomon: "I think I'm falling for you."

NB MC: "Then get up."

Levi is sick of Satan:

NB Leviathan: "Satan is okay."

NB Beelzebub: "He's okay? He said he was going to break my legs! And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause he gave me the mackerel eyes, he meant it!"

NB Leviathan: "Beel, Satan threatened me. He threatens Lucifer every day. He probably threatened Diavolo before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. Grow a pair."

Levi self-deprocating:

NB MC: "I'm going the fight the next person who insults Levi."

NB Leviathan: "I hate myself."

NB MC: "Alright, square up."

When MC first came:

NB MC, referring to NB Mammon and NB Diavolo: "Those guys are dorks."

NB Lucifer: "Yes, but they’re my dorks."

Belphegor annoying Lucifer on purpose:

NB Belphegor: "Lucifer, we have a visitor."

NB Lucifer: "Don't tell me it's our babysitter.."

NB Belphegor: "It's MC."

Lucifer being sick of Mammon's shit:

Lucifer: "The greatest trick the diavolo's father ever pulled was changing his name to Mammon."

Mammon bc he's my fav pookie:

Mammon: "So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?"

MC: "Depends. Is your bed comfortable?"

Mammon: "Yes."

MC: "I'd sleep."

Thirteen is going insane:

Thirteen: "Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices. Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time."

Diavolo is far too concerned:

*after discussing a plan*

Barbatos: "Does anyone have any questions?"

Diavolo: "Is this legal?"

Barbatos: "Does anyone have any relevant questions?"

Satan loves to boast:

Satan: "I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight."

MC: "What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?"

Satan, already taking off his clothes: "God, MC, you’re so fucking stupid."

It probably wouldn't work anyways:

MC: "Here’s the cold medicine you asked for." *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table*

Thirteen: "...Thanks."

Levi and Garfield:

Leviathan: "I once tried to play a pirated copy of Garfield Kart, when Garfield jumped out of my PC! We are currently married with three beautiful children and a summer room in the basement of HOL with Cerberus."

Math doesn't work:

MC: "Which is correct, seven and five is thirteen, or seven and five are thirteen?"

Thirteen: "Niether."

Thirteen: "Because it's twelve."

Venomous or poisonous?:

Lucifer: "If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous."

Mammon: "What if it bites me and it dies?!"

Lucifer: "Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Mammon, learn to listen."

Diavolo: "What if it bites itself and I die?"

Lucifer: "That's voodoo."

MC: "What if it bites me and someone else dies?"

Lucifer: "That's correlation, not causation."

Asmodeus: "What if we bite each other and neither of us die?"

Solomon: "That's kinky."

Barbatos: "Oh my goodness."

:P done

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[dawn-in-neocity]

“best friend” (™️) nct dream

(that is your man, you’re just in denial)

mark

y’all are only missing the relationship title at this point. you’re always the first to hear his new music. he values your opinion so much. loves lending you hoodies and jackets because when you return them they smell like you. tells you how cute you are 100 times a day. boops your nose and pinches your chin. sends you 360s of his fresh haircuts. shows up to all your events (sports, work events, art, fundraisers, anything you do). makes pinky promises with you.

renjun

you two slowly move into more than friends territory. brings you flowers “for your room”. picks up your vocab without realizing it. reserves his gentlest speaking voice for you only. listens intently to anything and everything you have to say. you two do road-trips and mini getaways all the time. vents to you. creates the perfect bite from his meal for you to try whenever you’re eating together. forehead kisses!!! will be the one to initiate the “what are we” conversation.

jeno

he’s simply your jeno and you do not wish to elaborate. his arm is always draped over the back of your seat. you’re together so often that his friends are confused when you’re NOT at his place. slips up and calls you babe (and keeps at it since you don’t seem to mind). you two are always in a corner laughing it UP about something. y’all dressed up as harley quinn and the joker for halloween. ALWAYS ties your shoelaces for you no matter where you are.

haechan

that’s just your bf i hate to break it to you. posts soft launch-esque pics of you two on his story. everyone thinks you’re dating. teases you by poking his finger into your side. why are you standing so close to each other? his hair is touching your forehead? move? plays with your fingers. named the stuffed animal you won him and now deems it your love child. places your legs on top of his when you sit beside each other. texts you “this made me think of you” at least 4x a week.

jaemin

he would marry you tomorrow if you agreed. makes it clear that it’s you or no one else for him. greets you with a veryyy friendly kiss on the cheek. 0 chill when it comes to pda. got you a really nice gift for valentine’s day. tells you he’s in love with you daily, just in other words. spam comments on your posts. SO flirty. blows kisses and winks at you type of flirty. STARES; like heart shaped pupils, dopey smile staring. “it’s late, you should just sleep over :)”.

chenle

has known you forever and has basically been your bf forever. regularly texts your mother. brings you to all his family events. affectionately bites you. holds your face in his hands and squishes your cheeks together. casually drops the most heartwarming compliments ever. never corrects people when they refer to you as his s/o. places your hand on his arm when you guys walk together. gets close to your face and pulls away when you’re about to kiss. dies when you do it back.

jisung

you two have never been just friends tbh. will bail on plans just to stay in and watch netflix with you. calls you a version/nickname of your name only he uses. asks you for head scratches when he’s tired. picks up on your moods so easily like how??? actively keeps up with all your school/work tea. always brings you a little treat when he comes to see you. forgets you’re meant to be low-key when he drinks and gets very… loving. y’all are always falling asleep on facetime.

#nct #nct imagines #nct dream #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct fic #nct dream fluff #nct x reader #nct dream timestamps #nct dream x reader #nct dream headcanons #nct headcanons #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung

[janeyseymour]

Hey babe it’s me, I know I’m the greatest😭 but let’s get to the point. What if we got a one shot of Melissa thinking about popping the question 💍to reader and she talks to Barbara about it and she looks back on all the time she spent with El and reader and ultimately decides to do so.❤️❤️

Im a sucker for happy endings bro ✨✨

Love Thy Neighbor, Two Families Become One- pt 2

PART 1

WC: ~3.15k

That night, Melissa dreams of a life where you are officially her wife and Ellie is officially her daughter. That dream that shifts into a sort of hellish nightmare where both Gary and Jared are there, and she’s doing everything that she can do to protect you. And then it flickers into a dream where you aren’t around anymore, and because Ellie isn’t officially her daughter in the eyes of the law, she ends up back with Jared. 

That dream is terrifying enough for her to wake up breathing deeply and making sure that you were still breathing before going to silently check on Ellie in her room. The redhead lets out a sigh of relief when she confirms that it was indeed just her imagination running wild.

When the two of you wake up for the day, she’s a bit more lovey than she usually is. Her hands don’t leave your body, whether that just be holding your hand or a hand settled on your hip and squeezing lightly. There are more kisses pressed to your head than a normal day. When she and Ellie come back from the grocery store while you stayed home to clean, they both come home with flowers for you. While you aren’t complaining, you are a bit curious as to why she’s being so romantic today.

“Is it my birthday and I forgot?” you ask as you hold both bouquets of flowers.

“No, you’re so silly Momma,” your little girl giggles from next to your girlfriend.

Melissa’s lips are on your own softly. “We just thought Momma should know how much we love her.”

“Well, thank you,” you smile against her. Then you lift your daughter onto your hip and pepper her face is kisses while she squeals happily. “I love you both too.”

As you’re getting ready for bed that night, Melissa texts her work wife.

We gotta talk tomorrow morning.

About? Barbara texts back almost instantly.

You’re still awake?

Well, I was falling asleep…

Sorry. We’ll chat tomorrow?

I’ll ask again… about?

Y/N, Ellie, and me.

Oh lord, what did you do Melissa?

Nothin. Just… please?

Meet me in my room tomorrow morning after you’ve stopped for coffee.

When the two of you head in for work on Monday, Nonna’s words still haven’t left Melissa’s mind. The three of you walk into the school hand in hand, Ellie’s backpack slung over your girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Little girl, you have to hang with your momma this morning,” the redhead tells your daughter. “Mom has a meeting.”

“You do?” you furrow a brow. “On a Monday morning?”

“With Barb,” she tells you. “To talk about insurance and how all of that stuff is changing.”

“Auntie Barb?!” Ellie asks excitedly. “Can I at least come say hi and give her a hug?”

Melissa almost says no, but those puppy dog eyes are strong and she relents. “But very quickly.”

“Wait, insurance is going to be changing?”

“There’s a possibility,” she tells you, although you don’t know that she’s referring to the fact that it might change because she’s contemplating asking you to marry her.

“Should I sit in on this meeting?” you ask her, concerned.

She shakes her head. “You just worry about El, and I’ll fill you in later.”

“Okay,” you sigh as you drop your things in your room. “Where are you meeting her?”

“Just her classroom after we get our coffees,” Melissa says.

After you’ve gotten your coffees, the three of you head down to the kindergarten wing. Ellie, of course, sprints ahead yelling Barb’s name as she goes.

“Auntie Barb!” Ellie is giggling and clinging to your girlfriend’s best friend by the time you both catch up with her.

“Baby girl, not that I’m not happy to see you, but where are your mothers?”

“Hey,” you chuckle from the doorframe. “Sorry to crash your meeting, but Ellie wanted to run in and say hi.”

“Well she knows Auntie Barb is always here to say hello to and give a snuggle,” Barbara chuckles as she releases your daughter.

“Alright, El,” Melissa looks at your daughter. “You got to say hi to Auntie Barb, now I gotta talk with her.”

“Can’t I stay?”

“I think you’ll have more fun with Momma coloring in her room,” your girlfriend says.

Ellie contemplates this for a moment before nodding. She runs to the redhead and hugs her tightly before taking your hand and pulling you off down the hall.

Your girlfriend watches the two of you make your way down the hall before she closes the door to the kindergarten room. 

“Well?” Barbara looks to her work wife curiously. “What on Earth could you have done that would require us to talk without Y/N and Ellie here?”

“I took them to meet my mom and Nonna,” Melissa states. “And Nonna told them that they were family and that Ellie was an honorary Schemmenti.”

“That’s great news,” the kindergarten teacher states.

“And now, I’m thinking about asking them to become official Schemmentis.”

Barbara gives your girlfriend a look in shock. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“I thought that you didn’t want to get married again though, and Y/N seems perfectly content with that,” the woman says softly.

“I said that it would take a freaking miracle,” Melissa says. “And they… they are that miracle.”

“That’s great though, Melissa,” Barbara tells the redhead. “Why did we need to talk about this?”

“Because… I need you to tell me that I’m not insane for thinking this and throwing caution to the wind again for her,” the second grade teacher says quietly. “I- I never thought that I would consider getting married again.”

“Well, why are you?” Barb asks.

Your girlfriend folds her arms over her chest as she perches herself on one of the tables. “Because I love those two more than I’ve ever loved anyone… Nonna and my mother adore them, called them family and honorary Schemmentis. And then, that night I had a couple dreams about them.”

“What were they?” the kindergarten teacher inquires.

Melissa sighs softly. “I had a couple… one where Y/N was my wife and Ellie was my daughter, another where Jared came back and I couldn’t protect Y/N, and then… the last one was… something happened to Y/N, and because I wasn’t legally Ellie’s mother, she went back to Jared kicking and screaming.”

“Oh,” Barbara sighs quietly.

“That one had me so shaken that I checked that Y/N was still breathing and that Ellie was asleep in bed.”

“That makes sense, Melissa,” the kindergarten teacher says.

“Well? What do you have to say about this?”Your girlfriend asks.

“I think the answer is right in front of you, and you would be a fool to not follow your heart,” Barb states. “Y/N has been nothing but wonderful for you, Ellie already calls you her mother… you have already laid down the foundation for a beautiful marriage.”

“What if it’s too soon though?”

“When you know, you know,” Barbara says smugly. “Think about it.”

“Thanks,” Melissa smiles. She heads out after that, knowing that the kiddos will be coming in any second.

When lunch time comes around, Melissa makes her way into the staff room and has your meal out and ready for you when you get there. You sigh as you settle yourself in your chair and lean your shoulder on her head.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

She presses a kiss to your temple with a soft chuckle. “Happy Monday?” she offers.

“It’s Monday, that’s for sure… Roman started off the day spilling my coffee all over the floor and shattering my mug, so I’m exhausted.”

“Well, I can fix that,” your girlfriend laughs quietly as she stands from her place and heads for the coffee machine. She pulls another mug from the cabinet, and while the coffee is brewing, her eyes linger on you.

You’re half asleep as you bring your lunch to your mouth, but she can’t help but think that you are the most beautiful woman in the world. She gets so distracted just looking at you that she doesn’t notice the coffee is ready.

“Babe, stop staring at me,” you tell her.

She shakes herself out of her trance. “Sorry. You’re just… wow.”

“I don’t have any makeup on, and I’m in your old Eagles sweatshirt,” you roll your eyes. “I probably have bags under my eyes actually.”

She hums as she brings you the new cup of coffee, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “You’re stunning, and I won’t hear anything else.”

That day after school, the two of you take Ellie to the park like you do on any day that allows for the little bundle of energy to run around and tire herself out. You find Melissa watching Ellie with a sparkle in her eye, not that that isn’t uncommon, but there’s something different about the way she’s watching her today.

“What’s got you lookin’ at her like that today?” you ask as you squeeze her hand.

Melissa smiles fondly. “Just… thinking about how much that little girl has grown and changed, and how she’s changed my life for the better.”

“We’ve been through a lot,” you smile softly.

Ellie is put to bed, and for once, you’re not entirely exhausted. So, you prepare for bed before heading out into the living room with two glasses of wine. Melissa is in her spot, glasses on the tip of her nose and looking at her phone with a soft smile.

“What are you looking at?” you ask as you sit next to her.

“The album I have of you and El,” she tells you as she wraps her arm around you and pulls you practically in her laugh.

There’s a picture of Ellie’s seventh birthday up. Ellie’s eyes are wide and filled with so much love for your girlfriend as she grins at the camera, holding up the toy that your little girl had so desperately wanted but you couldn’t afford.

“I can’t believe you spoiled her as much as you did that day,” you roll your eyes.

She shrugs. “Have you ever seen the kid so happy though? It was worth it.”

You swipe over, and there are about a million pictures and videos of your daughter at the park running around with the sweetest smile on her face.

“This one’s my favorite,” Melissa sighs with content as she lands on a selfie of the three of you. Ellie was in her favorite lavender shirt, Melissa was wearing that salmon colored shirt you adore, and you were in your overalls looking exhausted but filled with so much joy.

“I look like a mess,” you roll your eyes.

“Do you remember that day?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “That was while we were moving in and I was at the end of my rope.”

“Momma! Please!” Ellie had pleaded with you, but you were in no mood to go out into the world after an afternoon of lugging all of your things across the hall or down to the storage unit a block over. “Please! I just want to go to the park!”

“Elizabeth,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger. “I already said no.”

“But please! I just want to play with you!”

“Elizabeth, you are on thin ice,” you warned, but she didn’t relent, and that finally got you to blow over. “Elizabeth Ruth! To your room, now!”

Your little girl, never used to being reprimanded, immediately burst into tears. And something inside of you broke too. Melissa came out from where she was rearranging her closet to make room for your things at the sound.

“What- what’s happening?” she asked as she lifted Ellie onto her hip and guided you to the couch.

“Momma- Momma yelled at me!” Ellie wailed into your girlfriend’s shoulder.

“I- I didn’t mean to!” you had cried right back into her other shoulder. “I- This has all been so hard, and I’m exhausted, and I just don’t have the energy to take her down to the park today!”

Melissa blew out a breath. This was all over going to the park?

“Momma telled me to go to my room, but I don’t even have a room yet!” your daughter whimpered.

“I’m sorry, El,” you apologized. “I’m sorry I lost my temper on you… that was not okay.”

“It’s okay, Momma,” your little girl forgave you quickly as she sniffled the last of her tears away.

“Why don’t we do this,” Melissa started. “I’ll take El down to the park and play with her while you get a nap in?”

“N-no,” Ellie shook her head into the redhead’s neck. “Momma said no.”

“Go,” you whispered. “Take her, have fun, and I’ll be in a better mood when you come back.”

“R-really?” your little girl peered at you from her place in Melissa’s lap. You nod, but your daughter doesn’t make any moves towards the door.

Eventually, with lots of promises that it really was okay, Ellie went with your girlfriend out the door and towards the park. 

You relaxed into the cushions of the couch, but you felt absolutely terrible for snapping at your child. So, about ten minutes after they leave, you too headed down to the park.

You stopped at the coffee shop down the street from your house, and you grabbed your girlfriend’s favorite, your drink, and a lemonade for your little girl. You found them almost as soon as you entered the gated area of the playground, and Ellie was giggling with glee as Melissa pushed her on the swing. Your daughter’s eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Momma!” Ellie squeaked as she pointed at you.

Melissa turned in your direction, slightly confused. “Babe?”

“I thought I should come down,” you told them. “I’ve been so high strung lately, and I figured maybe I should just come down and spend a nice afternoon with my girls.”

“Really?” Ellie squealed as she continued to swing.

You nod and take a seat on the playground equipment next to her. You started to pump your legs, and soon you were in sync with your daughter. Melissa just chuckled as she continues to push Ellie.

“Momma! you never swing with me!”

“That’s because I’m always the one pushing you while Mel takes videos,” you laughed. And when you looked over, Melissa was indeed filming you both swinging.

It was a bit before you got off the swing, and the three of you ended up finding a nice little patch of grass that you could settle on. Ellie sipped on her lemonade while you drank your coffee. Melissa pecked your cheek before pulling out her phone and holding it out in front of her. She snapped a picture of the three of you, cheeks kissed with the sun and high on life.

“That was a good day,” she smiles softly. “It was so nice seeing you just be free for a little bit.”

“We should do that again soon,” you tell her quietly as you sip on the wine in your glass.

The two of you go through her pictures, reminiscing on all of the good times. 

“Do you remember this one?” she asks you as she shows you a picture of you and Ellie dozing on the couch.

“Oh god,” you groan. “I was exhausted that day.”

You don’t know what hit you, but the kids wore you down that day. And after school, you collapsed onto the couch and pretty much refused to move. Melissa started on dinner for that night while Ellie curled up in your lap and started to drift off too.

You only woke up when your girlfriend snapped a picture of you, trying to be sneaky.

“Dammit,” she mumbled as the shutter sound rang out from her phone.

“Did you just take a picture of us?” you asked as you blinked awake. 

She shrugs. “You guys are just so cute. I can’t help it.”

Eventually, the two of you head into your bedroom, and you fall asleep against your girlfriend rather quickly. But sleep doesn’t come easily for Melissa. She’s reminiscing on the time that she’s spent with you. All of the good, the bad, and the ugly. She remembers the first time she told you that she loved you.

The two of you had a night to yourselves, your parents offering to watch Ellie so you could spend some quality time together.

“This was really nice,” you smiled at her as she drives through the city to pick up Ellie.

She nodded and brought your hand to her lips. “It’s always a nice time with you… I love spending time with you.”

“I do too,” you whispered as you leaned over the middle console to kiss her cheek.

She pulled up to a stop light and turned her head to kiss you gently. 

“Honey, why are you stopping? You never stop,” you ask.

“Because I want to look at you when I tell you, I would even say… that I love you.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

“I love you,” she said again, just as softly and just as genuine as the first time.

You couldn’t help but kiss her again. “I love you too,” you mumbled against her lips. 

She remembers the first time the two of you had made love. You were beyond nervous, claiming that you were in no shape to be seen naked after having Ellie- that it’s been too long since you’ve been with someone knew- your only body was Jared. She didn’t care- she worshipped you that night.

She remembers the night that she met you. She can still see her first glance at the two of you in her mind. You looked beyond stressed, Ellie was in meltdown mode, and yet she somehow still knew that the two of you would become two of the most significant people in her life.

She remembers all of the good, and all of the bad. How you get giddy at the sight of her. How her heart broke for you when you would cry over your failed marriage. The way that you celebrated the case against Jared. That time that you had your doubts in the relationship and tried to run away, only to come falling into her arms that night telling her that you were terrified of giving someone your heart again, only for it to be shattered- she promised you that she would never, ever do that to you. 

She reminisces about it all, and by the time that sleep takes her she’s decided that she is indeed going to ask you to marry her… so long as Ellie is okay with it. You, and your little girl, are worth everything to her.

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[rorywritesjunk]

I will never ask you for anything, Except to dream sweet of me

Look, everyone has some kind of secret. You just didn't want Buggy to find this one out. Rating: PGish, honest. Warnings: None really. Girlfriend references making one threat. Buggy feels just a little bit insecure. A/N: I wrote this quick and had fun with it. I wanted some light hearted fluff nonsense. For once no one is having a bad day in this. Song title comes from "Heaven, Iowa" by Fall Out Boy.

Whenever you knew Buggy would be gone for several nights in a row on raids, pillages, and whatever he did when he was gone for nights on end, you made sure you had your own way of coping with missing him. It was hard not having him around in bed to keep you company because hey, you loved that silly guy, but you also had your own needs, and one of those needs was tucked in a box in your side of the wardrobe underneath some shoes. He never looked there because you always put away the laundry, so whenever he was gone you made sure to sneak it out and keep it in bed with you.

You expected him to be gone for four nights total, which was perfect because you knew if he discovered what you had he may be offended or mortified that you used it as a substitute for him. Buggy was sensitive about certain things, you have known this, which is why it was a secret. You never told him what you bought during one of your grocery runs. You couldn’t help it when you saw it. You needed it.

Again, four nights. Buggy wouldn’t be back for four nights. That was fine with you, but what you didn’t expect was him to show up on the third night as a surprise.

It was late when he showed up in your shared quarters. He was a little disappointed to find you asleep, but he took notice that you were in one of his shirts and on his side of the bed, even using his pillow. He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and set his captain’s hat on the seat before making his way over to you. You had the covers pulled up to your nose as you slept, looking adorable and peaceful. 

Yea, he was definitely going to wake you up because he wanted a kiss.

He pulled the covers back and leaned down, only to freeze when he saw what was clutched to your chest. 

“What the fuck is that?” He demanded, waking you up from your slumber. Your head was spinning from the sudden wakeup call and it took you a moment to realize he was standing there.

“Buggy!” You exclaimed as you tried to hide what you didn’t want him to see under the blankets, but he was too fast, snatching it out of your hands as he held it out at arms length, looking a little horrified. “Let me explain!”

“Where did you even get this?!” 

“Buggy!”

“I don’t… what is this?!”

“I miss you when you’re gone!” You told him as you scrambled out of bed to try and snatch it from him. He held it out of your reach.  “I bought it at the market, okay? Some little old lady was making them!”

He stared at the little plushy that weirdly resembled him, from the orange captain’s hat all the way to his nose. Buggy touched the plushy carefully, turning it over as he inspected it before touching the nose. “Who made this?”

“She based them off wanted posters. She's made a bunch of different pirates.” You huffed as you finally snatched it from him. “I just miss you when you’re gone, so I bought it, but I was embarrassed and didn’t want you to get weirded out, okay?” You poked him hard in the chest accusingly. “And you said you’d be gone for four nights, Buggy! Why are you home a night early? I didn’t want you to know about this!”

“We finished early.” He said, his eyes never leaving the little plushy in your hands. “And I missed you.”

You pouted at him. “Well, I missed you too. I always miss you. So I have this little Buggy to hold while I think of you, but I’m never going to ask you to stay when you gotta go do stuff, okay?”

“That’s not to replace me, right?” He asked, pointing at it. 

“What? No!” You told him. “I’d never replace you!”

He reached for it and you hesitated for a moment before handing it over to him. You didn’t want him to wreck it because you adored it, but you also didn’t want him to be too weirded out by it. “Look, if you really don’t like it, I’ll get rid of it…”

“No, I don’t want you to get rid of it.” He said as he looked it over again. The construction of it was pretty durable, and the clothes were made to come off if desired. He touched the nose, finding it held on by just a few stitches. He frowned at that.

You hesitated when you saw he noticed that little detail. “I told her she needed to add your nose. She… didn’t include it when I picked it up so I told her to add it or else.”

“Or else?” He glanced up at you with a bit of a smirk. “Threatening old ladies now, babe?”

“It wasn’t you without the nose, Buggy!” You shot back as your cheeks flushed, both from the slight embarrassment of this whole situation and from recalling the conversation with the old woman. “She didn’t think it was necessary and we argued, and finally I told her to add the nose or else she wouldn’t have a booth anymore.” You huffed. “I may have overreacted, but I love it.”

He flicked the nose of the toy before handing it back over to you. “Keep it on your nightstand if you want, I guess.”

You took it back and gave it a hug. “Really?”

“However, If I catch you hugging it while I’m home and in bed with you then I’m torching it.” He warned you. 

“Ass.” You retorted with a grin. “I love you.”

“Yea, whatever.” He muttered as he took it out of your hands and tossed it on the bed before grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss. He mumbled against your lips, “Love you too, babe.”

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btw if you've never seen the Buggy plushy this is what inspired this because I bought it and it's so ridiculously cute.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy opla #buggy x you #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy

[faulty-writes]

Hii! I apologize if you keep getting notifications from me at such an hour but I cant get enough of your posts! I love the way you write Tenya!

So if I may trouble you just a bit longer…

Since it’s spooky season, what would your take be on vampire Tenya x f (or gn) reader? And vampire Monoma as well?

[ Oh I like trouble, trust me. Haha. Thank you. I swear I get so many compliments regarding how I write Tenya, makes me so proud of myself. One spooky season request coming up! ]

Despite being what many assumed was a "blood-sucking" creature, Tenya had a sense of elegance and self-discipline because of his upbringing. Yes, he was what most would refer to as a "rich kid" but he was not spoiled in any capacity and often adhered to his own rules which included having manners even when thirsty for blood.

Most found Tenya to be intimidating, but you found him intriguing despite initially being unaware of his true nature. The two of you met in a bookstore late at night and you recall the way he stumbled when he rounded the corner of a bookshelf to find you and the way he bowed and said "Pardon, I was unaware there was another frequenting this shop so late at night."

The two of you began to meet frequently at the bookstore after that, and although you thought it peculiar Tenya only requested to meet you at night. You assumed it was because he was busy during the day but in all truth, he was struggling to avoid revealing his true nature to you and feared that once you found out he was a vampire you'd…well you would not want to see him again.

He slipped one night, after pushing himself too far. Yes, self-control was essential. But one could only contain themselves for so long and vampires were particularly dangerous when deprived of blood. "I…I apologize I…I did not wish for you to see me as such a…monster," while initially a shock, you tried to be accepting and understanding of what he was.

Being the person you were, his vampiric world fascinated you, and he didn't hesitate to teach you about the history of his lineage or his nightly rituals which typically included performing a series of prayers, chants, and such before he drank whatever blood he had managed to obtain.

Unfortunately, Tenya also informed you of the dangerous side of his world. Mostly the rogue vampires who strayed from the societal rules of their world and killed or injured humans during their bloodlust. "I promise, I will not allow harm to come to you. Ensuring your safety is quite a priority." Yes…he would go to whatever lengths he needed to ensure you remained by his side.

To double ensure your safety, Tenya presented you with gifts frequently. Usually, these consisted of protective charms, blessed holy water, and amulets that were believed to ward off bad supernatural threats. Of course, he would never tell you the hoops he had to go through to get such gifts.

Sometimes it was hard to keep up with Tenya's schedule considering he was more active at night. But he assured you that he enjoyed your company and often insisted that you could rest when you appeared extremely tired. Waking up in his bed or falling asleep against his shoulder became a frequent occurrence for you.

His parents were hesitant to accept you and your growing relationship with their son. On the other hand, his brother, Tensei welcomed you with open arms. "It's awesome that my little bro finally found someone! And just to let you know, it doesn't matter if you're human, another vampire, or even a witch. I believe that people who look past such things are the coolest!" It was safe to assume that Tenya got his beliefs from Tensei.

"I believe with enough effort, we may eliminate the prejudice that separates our societies to coexist together in harmony," one of Tenya's deepest wishes was to break the barriers between his and your kind. Although he had not intended to feel affection for you, he did. Yet, he looked at it as the first step to uniting your kind as he dreamed.

Neito, unfortunately, was out of blood and sought to get it fresh from an unsuspecting human. That human happened to be you and he was only attracted to you because of the intoxicating scent of your blood. However, he quickly found that you were not a frail human and stood your ground far more than he expected.

While some would be embarrassed, Neito remained his ignorant self after realizing you were quite the troublesome individual. "How dare you reject me! I am Neito Monoma, and I demand you provide me with your blood!" As far as you were concerned, underneath his vampiric nature was nothing more than a spoiled child and you were prepared to discipline him as needed.

He continued to stalk you, despite finding alternative blood donors because as much as he hated to admit it, he found you intriguing. For a human that is, and used his sharp wit accompanied by playful banter whenever you caught him in his stalking efforts. "Surely you didn't think I'd leave you alone, oh no my dear, quite the opposite. I do not stop until I get what I want and what I want is your blood," and your affection, but he kept that to himself.

Your opinion of him didn't change until you were attacked by another one of his kind. Your guard was down initially because you had mistaken them for Neito, and despite your skills, you were losing the fight until he showed up and saved you. He'd be damned if he let another taste your blood before he got the chance to.

You detested the idea of letting him finally drink from you but considering his courageous actions. You allowed him the opportunity and found that he was surprisingly gentle when feeding from you. "Surely you didn't compare me to such monsters as that rouge one who attempted to take what is mine, how insulting. I pride myself in presentation and manners," he stated, acting just a touch too offended.

Despite not letting many people in, the two of you continued to spend time together, and Neito began to reveal his past. How he came from a high-class family, their rather…unbelievable expectations of him, and how he wishes to break free and prove his own worth to the world. Of course, that was a challenge given the current state of discrimination toward his kind, but he was still determined to do whatever he could to make his dream come true.

He finds himself feeling peaceful when in your presence and this was new to him and something that gave him a sense of belonging. It was almost as if being in your presence kept his demons at bay and he partially wondered if you wore any protection symbols or amulets on your person.

On occasion, Neito would still struggle with the affection he felt for you and his nature. Vampires were strong, drank blood, and didn't hesitate to do what they wanted to obtain said blood. But even though he knew you would allow him to drink from you. He found that he didn't want to cause you any harm and thus the conflict continued but he kept this a secret from you.

Eventually, Neito agreed to allow you to meet his family. Although it was immediately apparent, they detested you merely because you were human and spoke ill of Neito for befriending and furthermore feeling the way he did toward you. "Humans are meant to be our food source, nothing more," they said which caused Neito to argue with them before ultimately dragging you out the door.

Despite your unusual relationship, Neito viewed it as fulfilling his commitment to protect and cherish you for as long as you lived, and from what he understood, that was for a short time. He planned to propose to turn you but decided to wait to bring that up. For now, he'd enjoy your company.

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[shrimpys-log]

Shrimpy's Log 001: Sleep-Talking

✎ Concept/Headcanon ✎ Characters: Azul, Ace, Rook ✎ Gender-neutral

『Mumbling in Your Sleep, but Not the Romanticized Way』

It's not unusual for you to fall asleep in impractical places around campus, such as in the common rooms or the library or during study sessions... which, really, you should be a bit more cautious about, considering you know you talk in your sleep... and judging by your dreams, you don't have anything particularly intelligent to say when unconscious.

When with your favorite person, the moment does have the potential to be cute. Too many times have you been exposed to those cute scenes in various romantic media, wherein a lover confesses their feelings in their sleep, mumbling their truest and most vulnerable words of love without fear of consequence---and unbeknownst to them, their lover is privy to it all.

...if only you were one of those people who had anything remotely romantic to say...

『Azul』

When Azul catches you sleeping, it's not nonsense you're mumbling--then again, it's nothing romantic either. Instead, you're mumbling about something that makes Azul end up loving you even more: plans.

Even when asleep, you're buzzing like a little worker bee, mumbling about due dates, time slots, objectives and priorities. It comes out in short bursts--key words that give him minuscule insights into what you're dreaming about--but he pieces it together soon enough, and it's beyond endearing.

You're truly someone after his own heart, aren't you? All ambitious and organized, even as you sleep. You'd probably forget it all by the time you wake up, but it was adorable to him nonetheless.

As far as priorities go, you're his number one--though of course, number two is chasing success, and he's glad he's found someone who shares that ambition. You two were truly made for each other.

『Ace』

Ace doesn't know what in seven's name you're even saying as you sleep, but that doesn't stop him from taking out his phone and recording a nice, long clip to tease you about later.

He's practically vibrating with excitement as he waits for you to wake up and realize you fell asleep in the middle of a study session. He's smiling at you like you'd given him the best gift in the world, and by the time you finally open your eyes, it almost seems as if you had babbled about how much you loved him in your sleep, with how delighted he is and all.

"What are you, the wizard?!" He cackles, practically rolling on the ground. "I didn't even know what you were saying! It sounded like you were chanting spells! Pfffft--your droning is worse than Trein talking about eras of magical prosperity. What's that one wizard fellow from your world you talk about... uh... jigglypuff? Rumbleroar?"

"Dumbledore?"

"That!" Ace snickers. "We got Dumbledore over here, muttering some expect-a-patrol-bus nonsense. Bahaha!"

You personally thought his complete butchery of your world's pop culture references was more embarrassing than anything you could have mumbled... but whatever. If it meant waking up to see Ace smiling so brightly, it was well worth the embarrassment.

『Rook』

You were slowly picking up some French phrases from hanging around Rook so often, and unbeknownst to you, they were slowly seeping into your spontaneous sleep-talking.

Rook was rarely caught completely off-guard, but he certainly hadn't been anticipating you to burst out with a particularly passionate 'Aujourd'hui!' in the middle of your nap. Aujourd'hui - 'today', of all things to say.

"What about today, mon amour?" He asks with an amused smile, fully aware that you were merely sleep-talking, You go silent after that, and he seems to decide that's the end of it, because he goes back to focusing on whatever he was focusing on before.

Then, you hit him with another curveball.

"Filet mignon." You say, before letting out a soft snoring sound. "Mm... mignon..."

"Tu es trop mignon(ne), ma trésor," Rook coos in response. "Cuter than any filet."

Silence, once more, and then...

"C'est bon!"

He can't help it--he starts laughing.

"I love you more than anything, mon ange," he replies--not loud enough to wake you, of course. He didn't mean to disturb your sleep; he just couldn't contain his affection for you any longer! You may have been the one sleep-talking, but in this scenario, he was the one confessing his love for you (again)--and he would happily repeat the sentiment as many times as you want, once you wake up.

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[smoooothoperator]

Beautiful Stranger

05: Lay All You Love On Me

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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warnings: FLUFF, sexual references, lando and lily acting like teenagers. flashbacks are on italics. myth mentioned on this chapter

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They say that sleeping in someone's arms is good, that is something therapeutic. They say that after sleeping in someone's arms, sleeping alone will never be enough.

And now I understand why they say that.

Being held all night, feeling the weight of his arm on my waist and his chest on my back, was something special. Waking up and breathing his scent of expensive perfume was something I didn't know I needed.

But waking up and knowing he was there… that is something that makes me want to stay in the same position for hours.

I was sweating and he was too, but I didn't care and it seems that he neither because he was holding my hand, not letting me move away.  I could feel his breath on my nape, how his chest moved every time he took a deep breath. His knees were behind mine, fitting like two puzzle pieces and not leaving space between our bodies.

I felt something poking me, something hard that was touching my ass. I tried to move, but that thing just got harder and harder. 

"Oh shit" I gasped, knowing what that was. 

Logan's morning hood. 

I tried to move my hips to get away from his boner, but he stopped me and held me closer, making me hold my breath when I felt it in my ass.

I tried to move, wanting to know his reaction, and he moved too, grinding me a little and making me hold a moan.

This can't be happening, right? This is a wet dream and it's casually with the man that is laying next to me in my bed. 

But it's too real. The hand that was holding my hand is now traveling under my shirt towards my breast, cupping it and covering it with all his hand.

"Fuck" I gasped, holding a moan with my hand in front of my mouth.

I'm sure he's having a dream, he's asleep. He's not aware of what is happening.

But God… it feels good. His touch and how we move our hips, how his hand holds my breast giving it soft squeezes. 

Right when I was getting wet and around, he turned around, making me groan and look back at him. 

"No…" I mumbled speechless. 

Hee really was asleep, he didn't notice what he did to me.

I sigh and sit straight, looking back at him and touching his shoulder softly, leaving a soft kiss on his tanned skin before getting up after wrapping the bandage on my ankle. I went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast, trying to ignore the wetness between my legs and how his boner felt against my ass.

"Fuck" I groan, face palming myself.

I kept making breakfast playing soft music, not hearing him walk out of the bedroom and go to the bathroom, staying there for some minutes and then leaving it.

"Morning" he said with a deep raspy voice, making me shiver.

"Morning" I smile nervously, looking back at him.

He came towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder to watch what I was making. 

This felt intimate, something couples would do. Holding each other on bed, falling asleep after a kiss, making breakfast for each other. This was too much. And it felt scary.

"This smells amazing" he whispered, rubbing his hands on my skin.

Every brush of his fingers made my heart jump, my breath go quicker. Maybe he doesn't remember what happened nearly half an hour ago, when we were grinding each other and he was squeezing my breast. 

"Thank you" I whisper, swallowing thickly.

Okay, Aphrodite… maybe I do want you to help a little.

I turned around and looked at him, biting my lip with a smile. I let him press his lips on mine, pick me up and sit me on the counter while he stood between my legs.

"Your bed is better than mine" he whispered against my lips, pulling away a little to look into my eyes.

"Oh, really?" I chuckle softly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Better than ever" he smiled, kissing me again.

I chuckled against his lips kissing him back. I felt like a teenager again, kissing and making out with a guy and just worrying about not burning the breakfast. 

And the best part of it is that I don't have to hide from my parents.

"Mark…" I moaned, feeling how the kiss was getting steamy. "Fuck, Mark, we have to stop. My parents will come soon"

"Don't worry, I can get out through the window" he whispered, slipping his hand inside my panties. "Is this all for me?"

"Yeah" I moaned, moving my hips, holding him closer as I felt his fingers moving.

It was going great. Mark Jackson, one of my classmates and the guy I was currently dating, or trying to. 

"Liliane?" I heard my mom call me, making me gasp and push Mark away.

"Leave, leave!" I whispered, grabbing his shirt and throwing it to him. "Fuck!"

"What? What's wrong?" Mark frowned looking at me. 

"It's my mom!" I exclaimed, pushing him out of my bed.

"Oh, fuck" he nodded, getting dressed and looking around. 

It was too late, my mother was walking upstairs and if she walked in right now, she would find him. I pointed him the wardrobe and he nodded, running towards it and locking himself on it 

"Liliane" my mother said, opening my door. "Dinner will be ready at seven. I'll be waiting for you. There's someone I want you to meet"

"Okay, mother" I nodded, swallowing thickly, trying to calm my breathing.

"Are you okay, Liliane?" she asked, looking at me. "You are sweating, are you sick?"

"Y-yeah, I think so" I frowned. 

"Mhm…" she nodded. "You better take some medicine, I'll be waiting for you"

"The breakfast will burn" I chuckled against Logan's lips.

"Oh, then we have to stop" he laughed, giving my lips plenty of short kisses.

I sigh and nod, looking at him once he took a step back. He was wearing his joggers, but not his shirt. I could see his abs, all the moles and then the shell, laying on his chest.

"Will you make tea?" I smile looking at him touching the shell and brushing it with my finger.

He nodded and smiled, pecking my lips and searching for a pot to make the tea. I looked at him, jumping out of the counter slowly and standing on a foot. I hugged him this time, pressing my cheek on his back and taking a deep breath.

"What are your plans for today?" he asked me, placing his hand on top of mine.

"Hm… beach again?" I ask. "I don't know… If it wasn't because of this stupid thing I would like to somewhere else"

"Then we'll go to the beach" he nodded. "Maybe tomorrow we can go somewhere"

"Or… we can stay here" I whispered, pressing a kiss on his back.

"Ah, yeah?" I heard him chuckle.

"I have a Playstation" I laugh. "And ice cream"

"You like playing video games?" he asked, surprised. "God, you are the girl of my dreams"

I bite my lip hearing him say that. The girl of his dreams? Maybe he was dreaming with me, then.

"Come on, lover boy" I laugh softly. "Breakfast is ready"

I grabbed two mugs and the plates, placing what I baked for breakfast. He smiled, breathing the scent of the brioche bread with chocolate chips on it.

"I swear, you are the girl of my dreams" he laughed softly. "God, where did you learn to make everything?"

"I was always curious about how things were made" I sighed, cutting some slices of the bread for him. "I liked doing experiments about how make things taste better"

"You really are an amazing woman, Lily" he smiled looking at me, drinking the tea.

"Shut up, I'm not" I blushed, looking away.

We had breakfast in silence, somehow the tension that was between us yesterday is now inexistent. I guess what we needed was to kiss, right? But what happened this morning increased the tension. This time sexual tension.

"I'll go to my apartment to get changed" he said, standing up and kissing my hair. "I'll come back, okay?"

I nod and look at him walk out, making me blush.

"God, Aphrodite, I said that you could help a little. Not making me fall for real"

I grabbed all the plates and washed them while waiting for Logan to come. After that, I went to the bedroom and got undressed to change my clothes. 

"God, he smells so good" I whisper, laying on the bed and taking a deep breath of the pillow he used.

I sigh, and look out the window staying in the bed, only wearing the underwear.

🎮

"Max, I fucked up really bad" 

"Good morning to you too" I heard him groan at the other side of the call. "What have you done, hm?"

"I like my neighbor" I confessed, biting my nails. 

"What? Who?"

"The girl next door" I sighed. "God… I'm so dead, mate?"

"I don't understand anything" he sighed.

"I lied to her. Like… I didn't tell her my real name, she doesn't know who I really am and I'm falling for her" I sighed, brushing my hair with my hands. 

"Well… and what's the problem with that?" he sighed. "Just tell her the truth"

"I can't! Se can't know" I groan. "God... I'm so stupid"

"Yeah, a little" he laughed.

I sigh and get changed, groaning.

This morning I had to control myself so much to not fuck her right there. The way she was moving her hips making me move mine trying to find pleasure drove me crazy. The moan she made when I held her breast drove me incredibly crazy.

But I couldn't do more. I don't want to hurt her like I did last night when she hurt her ankle again. If the tension we have is going to grow even more, I want to wait until she is fully recovered.

Once I changed my clothes I went back to her apartment, closing the door behind me and walking further.

"Lily?" I called her, walking around the hall and smiling when I heard her humming a song in her bedroom.

And walking inside of that room nearly killed me. She was there, laying on her bed and only wearing her underwear, reading a book and moving her legs like a little girl.

"Lily" I smile, walking to sit on the bed, making her gasp.

She turned around gasping, covering her chest with the blankets, making me laugh.

"You really were too deep in that book" I laughed. "You shouldn't move the ankle, Lily…"

"You are so boring" she sighed, turning around and going back to the same position she was in when I walked in.

"Borning?" I laugh, laying next to her, squeezing her ass with my hand. "Really?"

"Mhm, so much" she nodded.

I laugh and lay next to her, hugging her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. She was reading something, but I couldn't understand anything.

"What are you reading?" I asked, biting her shoulder softly.

"The myth of Orpheus and Euridice" she said, looking at the pages. “It’s a beautiful and sad love story”

“Oh? Really?” I asked. “Can you read it for me?”

She laughed and nodded, looking at me and smiling softly, letting me steal her a kiss. She laughed and started to read loud, making me smile and look at her.

It's obvious she loves reading about it, about the culture and mythology of this country. She loves this place and she's so passionate about it, wanting to know and discover the story about it. I just heard her, completely hypnotized by the way her voice sounded reading it like it was a fairytale.

I bet my nieces would love her.

"It's good" I nodded. "I never heard about their story"

"I heard that there's an opera about this myth" she sighed. "I would kill to go watch it somewhere"

"It would be nice" I smile. "Tell me about more myths"

We spent the whole morning that way. She read for me while she was half naked, with my arm wrapped around her waist and trying to not touch more than only her back.

"I should make lunch" she sighed, closing the book.

I smile and nod, looking at her. She let her head fall to the mattress, taking a deep breath while she closed her eyes. She's so beautiful, like a Greek goddess, definitely.

"I'll make it" I said, getting up when I saw her move.

"Oh? Okay" she frowned.

It was for the best if I didn't see her half naked. Otherwise, the lunch would be never made and the mess of her bed would be worse.

"Calm down, buddy" I frown, looking down at the bulge that started to grow on my short joggers.

I started to make something I use to eat during race weekends, a chicken wrap with some veggies. 

While cooking I heard her walk out of the room, taking small steps towards me and wrapping her arms around me again. The feeling of her touch around me makes me happy, something I never knew I could feel with a woman I met some days ago.

"What is it?" she asked me, pressing her body closer to mine and looking at what I was cooking.

"Chicken wrap" I smile. "It's like a burrito, but since you don't have those tortillas…"

"You are making it with pita bread" she nodded. "It looks like a gyro"

"A gyro?" I asked looking back at her.

"Yeah, it's like… it's like a taco, actually" she laughed.

I chuckle and nod. She took a step back and grabbed the plates to serve lunch. 

It was so domestic. Being here with her, cooking together and having a lazy morning in her bed. It felt so good and it made me want to stay here forever.

We ate, watching Peaky Blinders again. But this time I was paying more attention to her, learning details about her. About how she moves her head when she takes a bite of something she likes, or how she hums while chewing it. About how she's not like those types of people that can't eat two things at the same time, she eats the french fries dipping them in the sauce of the wrap. I noticed too how slow she eats, getting distracted by whatever is on the screen.

Lily is an interesting person, that makes me want to keep looking at her every second of the day to discover new things about her.

"What ice cream do you want?" she asked me while I washed the dishes and she put the leftovers on the fridge. "I have… mango, salted caramel and lemon"

"Mango" I said, grabbing two spoons.

She smiled and grabbed the mango ice cream tub, going to the couch and sitting on it. I sat next to her, biting my lip and wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

 "Is this okay?" I whisper looking down at her.

"Yeah" she nodded, turning on the TV and playing Peaky Blinders again.

The day went by pretty fast. We played video games, she made me play the Assassin's Creed game that was based here in Greece.

"We should go one of this days to the ruins" I told her, making her look at me with a smile.

"Yeah, once I can walk better I'll take you to one of my favorites places"

I smile weakly and nod.

I looked down at her, playing that game while she leaned on me. 

God, I want to touch her, to taste her, to make her say my name. 

My real name.

Just imagining her doing that makes me go hard. Shit. How would it be having her lips wrapped around me, or her breasts in front of my face that are so easy to touch? How would it be having her laying underneath me and thrusting inside of her, while she moaned my name?

And just when I noticed it, I was throbbing. Again.

"Eh… I have to go to the bathroom" I said, standing up and rushing to the bathroom and trying to undo this mess.

🖌️

I sigh, stopping the game.

I felt it, I felt his boner again. And instead of letting me know, he got up and walked away.

Maybe I'm not attractive to him? Maybe he doesn't want me to know about it and finds me disgusting. I'm sure it was because of what happened yesterday, that he things that my able hurting meant something like a signal.

I sigh and get up, walking towards the bathroom. I heard him moan, making me swallow thickly.

"Logan?" I called him. 

"A minute!" I heard him say.

Yeah, a minute to make yourself a handjob and then leave me again with the need of touching you.

"Be quick, I want to take a bath" I sighed, walking to my bedroom and sitting on the bed.

I heard him groan and then moan again, making me swallow thickly. Yeah, he didn't want me to know that he had a boner.

When he finished he got out of the bathroom, looking around searching for me. I was sitting on the bed, with my legs crossed.

"Hey, you won't resume the game?" he asked, walking inside the room. 

"I need to cool down" I said, getting clean underwear and then going to the bathroom.

"Oh… okay?" I.he frowned, confused. "Lily, are you okay?"

"I am" I sighed. "No, I'm not"

"What happened?" he frowned, walking towards me.

I take a deep breath and look at him, sighing.

"You had a boner and didn't let me take care of it" I frown. "You don't find me attractive? Is that, right? If that's so, then why are you here? It's because you are bored and you need to annoy someone?"

"What are you talking about, Lily?" he frowned, taking a step closer.

"I'm talking about you not wanting to have sex with me!" I sighed.

He looked at me and bit his lips, trying to hold a laugh. At that moment I felt pathetic, ridiculous.

"Oh my God!" he laughed, sitting on the toilet, making me get more annoyed.

"Leave" I frown. "Leave my house!"

"Lily, wait!" he frowned looking at me, holding my wrist.

"I said leave!" I exclaimed, pushing him with my hands on his chest. 

"I do want to fuck you!" he exclaimed, making me stop and look at him. "I do want to fuck you. I was awake this morning, God!"

"Then? Why didn't you continue it?" I frown.

"Because I don't have condoms" he laughed. "God, Lily. You drive me crazy! How in hell would someone not want to have sex with you! Did you look at yourself? You are like a goddess and the only thing I want right now is to touch every inch of you!"

"Then why don't you do that?" I frown looking at him. "Why you have to touch yourself in the bathroom and not let me do it"

"Because I don't want to hurt you" he sighed. "Last night you hurt your ankle with a simple movement, I don't want you to get more hurt just because we had sex"

I look at him and take a deep breath. How can someone be so considerate? How can someone think about sex with his brain and not with his dick? If someone else was here, he wouldn't care about my sprained ankle, he would ignore it and throw me to bed no matter what.

"I want to take it slow" he smiled weakly. "I'm leaving in three weeks, but I really want to memorize every inch of your body, Lily"

I sighed and looked at him, taking a step and sitting on his lap, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and kissing him.

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" I whisper against his lips. "No clothes in between. Just us and the water"

"I don't have condoms, Lily…" he repeated.

"I didn't say that we can have sex" I whisper, kissing his neck. "It's just you and I, meeting our bodies"

He looked at me and nodded, kissing me slowly and taking off my tank top, then unclipping my bra.

"Do you have an idea of how bad I wanted to touch you?" he whispered. "Yesterday in the car I wanted to hold your thigh"

"You should have done that" I whisper. 

"But I was too afraid of you thinking I was a creep" he sighed, brushing his fingers all over my back. "I mean, I'm just a guy that crashed on you, that casually is your neighbor and is now all day in your house"

"Sometimes love stories can start with a crash" I whisper looking into his eyes, hearing a giggle that makes my heart beat fast.

I smile and peck his lips before getting up. I opened the key of the warm water, mixing it with the cold water, and added some shower gel to make bubbles. When the bathtub was enough filled with water and bubbles I stopped the water, turning around and finding Logan only wearing his boxers.

"You won't need them" I said pointing at the only piece of clothing he has.

"And you won't need that neither" he said, pointing at my panties.

I laughed softly and took off my panties, throwing them to the pile of dirty clothes. I tried to not look back at him, knowing that he was looking at me, and got inside the bathtub after taking off the bandage.

"Take it easy" he said, helping me.

I smiled softly and sat on the floor, looking at how he carefully held my foot and got inside the water in front of me.

"Do you want me to place it on my lap?" he asked, caressing my foot softly, trying to not hurt me.

"Yeah" I sighed relieved, feeling his soft touch and how he placed the foot on his knee.

I sighed and smile, resting the back of my head on the edge of the bathtub and then I looked at him.

"What?" I chuckle looking at him.

"Nothing" he sighed, smiling.

"Come on, tell me" I laughed, splashing him some bubbles.

"You are making me fall for you, Lily" he sighed, smiling softly. "You are really making me believe in love stories"

"I already told you, Logan" I smile softly. "Some love stories can start with a crash"

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[octoberobserver]

The Comforting Detective - Sherlock & Co. Fic

(Read on ao3 here)

“No! No, plea—help! Please! Somebody hel—”

“...tson. Watson! JOHN!”

John shot up, his eyes bursting open, his whole world tilting on its axis.

A strong hand gripped his shoulder, stopping him from toppling off the…?

“Why’m’I on the couch?” he mumbled, his vision swimming as the chaotic sounds of gunfire and screaming still echoed in his ears.

“Because we fell asleep on it after getting back from the pub,” Sherlock replied, tone tired and still a little tipsy. “Your shoulder makes a surprisingly comfortable, sentient pillow, Watson.”

“Hm. Thanks,” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair as he felt Sherlock shift against him. “You wanna sit up, mate? This couch can’t be good for your back. I know mine is bloody killing me.”

“Can’t. Trapped.”

John frowned, turning around to gape down at him.

“What do you mean you’re—o-oh my God.”

A snort of laughter escaped him as his bleary eyes fell on Archie, who was sprawled right across Sherlock’s midriff, fast asleep and snoring loudly.

“Looks like you make a pretty good sentient pillow yourself, Sherlock,” he teased, groggily digging around in his pocket for his phone.

“Don’t you dare.”

“What?”

“Don’t you dare take a picture, Watson. I can see, even in my post-inebriated state, those cogs turning in that little brain of yours.”

“My brain isn’t little.”

“No, it’s perfectly average-sized for an adult male,” Sherlock waved his free hand, the other holding Archie in place. “But I can still see you scheming. Stop it.”

John half-heartedly dropped his phone back into his pocket, grumbling, “Fine. Spoilsport,” but firmly snapping a mental image of his flatmate and dog cuddling for him to chuckle at later.

The soft ‘tick tock’ of the clock on the mantelpiece, with the accompaniment of Archie’s not-so-soft snores, was all that sounded throughout the room for several beats. Until…

“Do you want to talk about it?”

The tears currently drying on John’s cheeks were enough for both of them to know what Sherlock was referring to.

He cleared his throat, trying (and probably failing) to subtly wipe at the corner of his right eye.

“Not really.”

“Okay,” he felt Sherlock shift again, the back of his forearm resting against John’s knee. “The offer to hold my hand still stands, though.”

He looked down at the narrow palm and long, bony fingers pressing against his jeans, and a familiar (if a little confusing) ache rose within him.

“Thank you,” he replied, his breath a touch uneven as he let his hand fall down on top of his.

Slowly and slightly awkwardly, Sherlock’s fingers closed around his and squeezed gently.

“Hm,” he murmured. “One more thing, Watson. Your equipment was still recording when we got back to the flat. So you may want to go in and edit out all of our…drunken ramblings and…everything that followed. Not sure the listeners would find that very enthralling.”

John thought the listeners would find that a lot more than very enthralling if the constant tweets, posts and emails speculating about the progression of their relationship were anything to go by. But he smartly kept that to himself.

“You’re a good friend, Sherlock,” he smiled softly, squeezing his hand back and feeling his once hammering heart beginning to slow.

He had said the ‘F’ word again. The good one. It wasn’t the first time he had referred to him as more than just his flatmate, but he could tell the detective was still surprised nonetheless.

“You too…John.”

With their hands clasped together (something John couldn’t find in him to be self-conscious about), another quiet enveloped them, even more comfortable than the last, until Archie let out a particularly loud snore that had them both chuckling. Sherlock’s entire body shook with it, despite his efforts not to rouse the dog.

“I wonder what dogs dream about,” John managed to ponder through his laughs, a fond warmth flowing through him. “Chasing squirrels or pissing against lamposts, probably. Not warzones or other traumatic things, I hope.”

Sherlock made a humming noise, his thumb brushing John’s pinky finger.

“Experts wager that they do have their own version of nightmares,” he mumbled, his face angled towards Archie, no doubt analysing him. “Fear of abandonment, a time when they fought with another dog, being caught in a thunderstorm, those sorts of things.”

John let that sink in, his index finger resting on Sherlock’s knuckle.

“And what do these experts say help rid our dogs of bad dreams?”

“Comfort from their loved one,” Sherlock answered easily, his tone laced with something John couldn’t decipher as he watched him begin to pet Archie’s head. “A good cuddle should have them back to dreaming about squirrels and lamposts in no time. Apparently. If the studies hold any water.”

“Huh,” John said almost to himself, remembering with vivid clarity the hugging machine and was troubled not for the first time at the thought that that was all he had had for comfort until John and Mariana came along. “So they need comfort, then. Hugs and cuddles and holding hands. Like people.”

“Yeah, like some people. However, they do lack opposable thumbs, Watson. So, ‘holding hands’ is—”

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Smarty Pants, you know what I mean,” he cut across him, grinning and rolling his eyes simultaneously, something which he did with startling frequency since meeting Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective.

His heart rate was finally back to normal.

“You know what else works wonders for comfort?” he asked, feeling much more himself again as his eyes landed on the clock.

7:04 am.

“What’s that, Doctor?”

“Good food,” he squeezed his hand one last time before gently extracting himself and standing up, calling over his shoulder, “Archie! Breakfast!”

Predictably, the dog shot awake, jumping down from Sherlock’s stomach with force.

“Oof! Ar…chie!” he scolded, winded from the blow. “B-Bloody dog!”

Another laugh escaped John as he made his way into the kitchen, untangling his recording equipment as he went, noticing the flashing low-battery light on his microphone and finally switching it off.

It was just a quiet, hungover breakfast with his friend and his dog. The listeners could wait.

Some things were just for them.

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[rayroseu]

I GOTTA LET THIS OUT OF MY FRANTIC MIND RN OR I'LL DETONATE FR

!! major spoilers for book 7 part 3 !!

i couldnt watch the entirety of the stream because it got released during my class D: ALSO BIG WARNING THAT THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE AKDJSK i just want to ramble💥

BUT from what i got--- ? The beginning was Idia's dream most likely and ofc, its the dream he wishes were real... where Ortho's alive-- 😭😭

I missed the following part after that but it seems Malleus was invited to the orientation AT LAST??!?!?!?!! I'm presuming that no matter what dream a person is having while asleep, Malleus is a part of it where he isn't excluded and feared???

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Its well known now that Book 7 will heavily imply familial messages and from what we seen with Shroud Family so far, is that they were very communicative and supportive of each other in the loving way possible.

I assumed they were strict and cold parents before but I'm glad its wrong, cuz this is such a nice twist 💕 their dynamic reminds me of disney Hera and Zeus affection on Hercules--- I wonder if theyre showcasing this as parallel of Diasomnia's??? So far in canon, most of them rarely talk about much they actually mean w each other or even being wholesome like the Shrouds were lol But still... its undeniable theyre family as wellll 🙏

Seems like the groovy nowadays are more 'wholesome'??? i wonder if theyre taking their whole message that "every villain isnt just purely a villain/evil" more strongly now-- 👀 idk if that will correlate w book 7 but i hope they (the devs) take time to finalize it since the impact of this overblot is so severe even I cant predict how they can mend this KAJSKAK

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I really have to watch Mickey Through the looking glass, the references are killing me--

ALSO YESSS HIGH FIVE WITH MICKEYY AAAA 🥺💕💕 IM SO glad Yuu remembers what happened!!! IVE BEEN HOPING FOR THAT, that they got to have a big role for this book!!😭😭 Thank you TWST for hearing Yuu stans collective wishes--

this is actually Mickey's Dream... The date seems to be flipped and many theorized its flipped number 15, which is Silver's Birthdate-- 👀 idk what that means and why on Mickey's place?? and beside the mirror as well💥

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you know that GIF of Charlotte (Princess and the Frog) squealing with a newspaper??? THATS MEEEE--- AAAA SILYUUU FEAST!! SILYUU FEAST!!!! SILYUU NATION SO BLESSEDDD😭💖💖💖💖

when he says hold on tight while the surroundings crumbles down and we're about to get swallowed by ink blots, it is so!!!!! *delusional mind* SO ROMANTIC OF HIMMM 😭💖💕😭💖💕omg,,,, what a shoujo moment, we are winning everyone 👍🤲💕🤌✨🙌🙌

ALSO UNIQUE MAGIC REVEAL HOOYAAAHH🙌🙌

also his magic is so complicated 😭😭 theres A LOT of conditions to be met before it can even be used--

i wonder if thats similar to how Ortho said that for Mickey to appear in the mirror (at book part 1 where the first years are at the cafeteria) , certain conditions should be met??? I mean, Silver And yuu have some parallels already... esp the fact that Lilia says during when yuu felt unwell at the party, he stated its similar to Silvers face when hes about to fall asleep--

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Afterwards is Sebek's dream..... we alll collectively sobbed at this part of the livestream HNGGGG sebek why would ur dream be like that-- IT HURTS SO MUCH 😭😭😭

Malleus accepting his graduation(?) from NRC with no qualms, Lilia graduating as well and leaving for Red Dragon Nation because of his internship and not his weakening magic...🥺💔💔

Sebek's reaction at Malleus overblotting was the most relatable one (fear and disbelief) over others and his dream was the mirror to what we(the fandom) wouldve wished what happened-- IM SOBBING WHY U DO THIS SEBEK AIDUHFJEUFN!!!😭😭😭💥💔

DONT EVEN. GET ME STARTED. ON HOW DOTING LILIA WAS TO SILVER..!!!! like wthhksjdj THATS SO EVIL TWST!!! THATS SO LETHAL MALLEUS OHMYGOD--- so evil to use everything silver wanted from lilia just for him to stay in this dream where::

-lilias healthy, lilia is staying w silver, lilia is caring to him, and how hes returning to briar valley to live with him forever??? BRO HOW MANY TEARS WERE SHEDDING TONIGHT HUH...--💔💔💔😭😭😭

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MALLEUS IS SO MAD WE WOKE UP SEBEK OHMYGOODNESS 💥💥💥😭😭😭

I always love his voice, it seems his tone is so harsh and cold now when he overblotted its so sexy--- and at the same time terrifyingggg 👍🛐 Kazuki Kato, I love his performance in this, this is so haunting in the most agonizing way 😭💚💚

... NOT TSUNOTAROU GOING FULL BOARD ON THE DELUSIONAL LAND BESTIE I KNEW YOU WERE BAD BUT THIS IS ON A WHOLE NEW TIER OF BADNESS OORAUGJ😟💥💥

HIS ATTACKS ARE SO COOL AAAAAA I WAS AMAZED AND SCARED THE WHOLE TIME I CANT WAIT TO MEET HIM ON TWST EN OMGGG😩🙏🙏

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byeee i never wrote a reaction post as long as this before KDJKAKD

theyre really dropping the obvious hints that crowley is a fae alright....⁉️⁉️👀👀

THE ALL AWAITED GENERAL VANROUGE REVEALLL!!!!!! im just.... oh... have we all PROPERLY look at him??? RIGHT NOW IM STILLLL SAVORING ALL THOSE DETAILS!!! MY GOODNESS---

i basically sped read allllll the musings twst twt and tumblr have been swooning about him and OH HE DESERVES ALL THE ADMIRATION 🙏🙏🙏ESPECIALLY HIS MAGIC AT HIS ENTRANCE!!!!!! ARE U KIDDING THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFULLL THE BATS SWAYING AND THE RED SPARKLES BEFORE HE TELEPORTED?????? SHIT I WOULDVE PASSED OUT FROM AMAZEMENT RIGHT THEN AND THERE-- BEGGING ON MY KNEES TO GET THAT ANIMATED 😩😩😩🙏🙏

AND IT ALL ENDED JUST LIKE THAT AAAIUSIAUSU!!!!! 😩😩😩 I WANT MORE BUT AAAA too much information will make me overload now akdjksd another long few more months before part 4 releases 😳😳 AND OOO I CANNOT WAITTT

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my prediction is that theyre delving more into briar valleys history in the lens of Lilia's past.

My interpretation is that Lilia's dream related to his past is bcs he kind of whispered to himself that the reason hes leaving is because of his weakening state and how he doesnt want to wish anyone to see him like that.... I guess his wish was that he could be as strong as he was before... Really reminds me of Mulan's father 😭

IM WISHING DESPERATELY FOR MORE YUU RELATION NEXT PART AND THIS TWITTER THREAD SUMS UP ALL MY SPECULATIONS AS TO WHY YUU ISNT INVOLVED IN THE DREAMS WE HAVE SO FAR

"malleyuu divorce" is my fave phrase from op from now on lol

livestream of book 7 part 3

#twst spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 #twst #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twistedwonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst theory #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #twst yuu #twst grim #disney twst #twst wonderland

[ellieromanov]

Vanilla, Pine, or cinnamon 

Pairings: r x Natasha

Warnings: angst

Word count: 700

Summary: it’s been years since Natasha has made the sacrifice and memories only linger for so long before you start to forget.

I think I miss her more than I remember her. That terrifies me. I don't really remember what she looks like anymore... I know she had red hair and she had green eyes, but I don't remember the shape of her nose, or the color of her lips.

I don't remember what her laugh sounds like or the pitch of her voice, or you know... like the little phrases she would say. I can't remember what she smells like. I want to say vanilla but maybe she smelt more like pine or maybe  cinnamon.

I kept all her clothes. I never wanted to wash them because I was afraid it would get rid of her smell so they would just sit in my closet. Sometimes I'd pull out one of her old sweaters and and I'd sleep with it on my pillow just so I could pretend like she was there.

Like it was just one of those gloomy days where we wouldn't get out a bed for ages because the comforter was just so warm and the mattress felt just right and the position of the pillows were perfect. And we'd watch old cheesy 90's movies all day long...

I don't do that anymore because her sweaters lost her sent from all the dust they've collected.

It feels like it's been an eternity since she was last here...

There was something my dad would always say to me and my siblings as kids and it went something like;

"you do not know time until you know how to dance. You don't know time until you know how to paint, compose music and have read Shakespeare. Once you know how to do those things only then can you complain about time."

I think about those words often. Since Nat has been gone I fill my days reading the tragedy's of Shakespeare, sitting at the piano, putting on my old ballet pointés, and most recently, painting.

I've been trying to remember her enough to put her on the canvas. I can't seem to get the correct shade of red for her hair, and I've had to repaint her her nose several times.

But I do remember how much Natasha loved the night sky. All the stars just seemed like magic to her. She also loved... daisies? Or were they tulips? I think they were daisies. So I've painted a field of daisies underneath the night sky with Natasha in the middle of the field.

But no matter how many pictures I have of her to use as a reference, they never captured what she really looked like. They never captured that gorgeous smile she had or the freckles on her nose, or the scars that littered her cheek or the depths of green in her eyes. These are all small things that I remember vaguely.

People don't often visit anymore. Clint and Laura stop by once every few months and Yelena once or twice a year maybe. I haven't heard much from anyone on the team since the funeral besides Peter. He's a good kid. Sends me a message once every few weeks to update me on he's life and he always asks how I'm doing. He keeps me up to date on the outside world.

I so often wish that I could go back to that day and trade places with her. I dream about it sometimes. They are the most vivid dreams I have. When I dream, I get to hear her voice again.  But the longer I think about it the more I realize that it's better this way. Deep down, I know that. I know it's better. Because Natasha will never have to know what it's like to lose her other half, she will never have to experience the pain and grief and suffering that comes with losing me. She will never know what it's like to to forget me. And for that I am grateful.

So as I try to fall asleep tonight I just need to remind myself, it's better this way, and one day... one day I'll be with her again. But until that day i just have to accept the fact that the comforter is never warm anymore, the mattress is like a brick and the pillows are old and torn. I will try to remember her scent so I can go find it, try to make the house feel like home again with it and restore some of that comforter but I don't know if she smelt of vanilla, pine, or cinnamon .

#natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanov #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #angst #black widow #black widow angst #y/n #natasha x y/n #mcu x reader #mcu #mcu angst #marvel #marvel angst

[yuurei20]

Leona Info Compilation part 7: Unique Magic and Power

When Leona’s unique magic is first seen Jack says, “Everything the Housewarden touched is turning to sand”, but Leona may not need to touch something to disintegrate it (as seen in Halloween and Book 6).

Leona’s “King’s Roar” is the only unique magic (thus far) that is the same in verbal command, hidden meaning and the English adaptation.

We do not see Leona attempt to use his unique magic on the Charon (wearing anti-magic armor) who kidnap him in Book 6 or the anti-magic doors inside of STYX, though he says he would “turn ‘em to sand” otherwise.

King’s Roar might be difficult to aim: he says that STYX’s researchers being in the way during the fight against an over-blotted Idia would have made his unique magic “a lot harder to use,” but since they were gone he was able to “sand most of the minions in the area” without issue. He refuses to use the spell on the cages in Tartarus as doing so would run the risk of sanding Grim, and/or the ID card that they needed in order to continue.

We have yet to really see the extent of what Leona is capable of, though Grim says “for as lazy as that guy is…he seemed insanely strong.”

Jack says that Leona’s “magical might” is “in a league of its own”, and Leona is the only person we’ve seen capable of defending against Riddle’s unique magic. (Despite being, objectively, one of the most powerful students in the school, Leona says “power alone ain’t enough to make waves in this world”, in reference to how he will never fulfill his only dream no matter how strong he is. Unaware of Leona’s inner turmoil Jack comments, “How can someone so powerful give up on everything?”)

Jack is often commenting on Leona’s magical strength saying that “Leona’s magic is way more powerful than any of ours” while he, Ruggie and Floyd battle the mine monster with Leona teasing Ruggie about getting tired out.

Idia explains that Leona likely received “top-notch magic instruction as a kid”, saying that Leona’s “casting speed’s off the charts, and his magic pool is huge. He also knows how to be efficient he tailors his defense spells to match the potency of enemy attacks. He hardly wastes any magic at all. Which means he barely accumulates any excess blot.”

Ortho follows with, “Because he typically exhibits great mental fortitude…when he does experience intense emotions it could cause a drastic spike in blot accumulation.”

Leona might be particularly adept at defensive magic, saying, “I aced my protective magic classes in my sleep”, which makes the two instances that Ruggie is able to apply his unique magic to Leona (in Book 2 and during Halloween) very interesting.

Leona can defend against Riddle, who is probably stronger than Ruggie. So it can be assumed that the times that Ruggie successfully used “Laugh with Me” on Leona were only possible because Leona consciously allowed it.

We get a rare chance to compare Leona’s strength to that of the other students directly in Book 6:

Both Vil and Riddle are unable to lift, aim and utilize their thunder spears simultaneously on their own, with Vil asking for help from Epel the player and Rook, while Riddle asks for help from Azul. Leona, however, both lifts and aim the spear alone, then even uses its magic without any help from Jamil (who we see attacking the Titan independently with his fire magic, away from the spear).

Jamil is surprised by Leona’s ability to sleep after the first titan fights, but we learn Riddle also took a nap at that same time.

Vil again gets help from Epel and Rook (and presumably the player) during the second titan fight, saying he “can’t move another step” while he and Epel fall asleep almost instantly after reaching a safe location (Rook possibly remained awake).

Riddle also gets help from Azul for their second titan fight, getting injured in the process and expressing concern over his magic, stamina and blot.

Azul falls asleep quickly afterwards, despite previously claiming that, as an octopus, he could never sleep in such a situation.

For their second titan fight Leona, again, uses the thunder spear entirely on his own without help from Jamil, collapsing to his knees from exhaustion.

Immediately afterwards he has enough energy for banter with Jamil.

Leona asks for Jamil’s help in the final fight.

They are forced to bow out due to an over-accumulation of blot, not from over-using their magic but because of the blot escaping the Underworld with Ortho.

#twstleona #twstfacts #leonafacts #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar

[project-sekai-facts]

I'm surprised you haven't mentioned this since you love lore (I even scrolled through days of your posts to verify), but what do you think about the fes MEIKO and KAITO stories?! I think they teased 2 different people potentially going to be shown in a future group? Or maybe they're from 2 different groups idk but what do you think? I think we even got one of their names in KAITO's story. There's a new background in MEIKO's too. Not sure about KAITO's since I don't play JP. I'm curious and excited since these feel like a continuation of fes Luka's story?!

mm, I dunno about them being in a future new unit. like since miku fes 2 and luka's fes 1 the vsinger fes stories have always been about going to other SEKAI aside from the main 5, and I don't think there's a huge link between any of the owners (in fact it's sort of implied that the owner of the SEKAI Miku visits might be dead). if anyone gets used in a future unit i get the feeling it could be the shibuya street performer from Luka's fes card.

What we learnt about how SEKAI work in these new stories was super interesting though. So in MEIKO's she went to a Fragment SEKAI belonging to a writer, and met their unnamed OC who just existed in there. When I was reading this I thought it would be something that could be interesting to use in the Wonderland SEKAI in future, but then I remembered that it already has the plushies which are like.. kind of Tsukasa's childhood OCs. Anyway I think MEIKO also made a vague reference to Meiko Haigo at the end so 3 cheers for MEIKO being self-aware.

I cannot find a translation of KAITO's card so I just had to use google translate for his one so there's probably errors here. But I'm not even sure if he went to a SEKAI? From what I understood he was just straight up in some kid's dream and then told him to look up KAITO Vocaloid on niconico at the end (obviously without the brandnames but that is what happened). God knows how the fuck he entered this kid's dream like what the fuck? they can just do that now??? I mean the vsingers made everyone fall asleep after the first time they entered SEKAI but it wasn't like everyone was asleep the entire time they were all awake when they first went to SEKAI. I'm actually really interested to see if they ever bring this back and elaborate on it because what the hell colopale what do you mean the vsingers can enter dreams???

#asks #mod talks

[xe-n4]

budding affections

feat. kunigami note: i don't remember writing this contains: swearing, shakespeare reference, fem!reader total: 550

He’s not open. It’s something Kunigami has become very well aware of. He knows it’s a flaw, yet he can’t help but keep a bubble around himself. Self-preservation. That’s what he tells himself. It’s safer this way. 

However, safer isn’t always better. It’s just safe.

And he knows that. It’s something Kunigami has become very well aware of. 

“Rensuke?” You waved a hand in his face. “Jeez, am I that boring? Or was it all the ancient poems we have to analyse?” 

He mumbled ‘sorry’. 

“It’s okay. I just wanna know you’re okay. You’re not usually so out of it” 

Kunigami nodded. 

Both of you went back to working on your literature project. Categorising each poem by theme and picking out anything that stood out to you and making up whatever to please your literature teacher. It was tedious work. He helped you with words you didn’t understand and you made jokes about the whole thing to lighten the mood. 

“This one’s so mean,” you said, pointing to one called Sonnet 130 in your anthology. 

He leaned over to read it, too. Kunigami didn’t know how close he was to you until he realised he could hear you breathing. His breath hitched. He didn’t want it to, but it did and he hoped to any god that you didn’t hear it. 

“Look, it even says he wrote it about his wife. That’s so fucking rude,” you scoffed. 

“Yeah, that’s kinda shitty.” 

“Shitty doesn’t even scratch the surface. ‘If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun’ and ‘If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head’,” you read the poem, scoffing. 

Kunigami watched as you chastised the poem and highlighted the irony of such an insult being titled a sonnet. A smile crept onto his face and he felt a familiar thumping in his chest. One he realised recently only happened when you were around. It made his head messy and he couldn’t think straight. His usually calm and articulated mind couldn’t form sentences or bring himself to react the way he wanted to. I would never describe you that way. 

Hours passed. During that time, you had moved from your seat next to him to work on his bed because you ‘work better when you’re comfortable’. Kunigami didn’t realise how long you had stayed over until he looked out of the window. The setting sun turned the sky a pale blue colour with specks of purple and orange slowly taking over. 

Kunigami turned around to see you curled up on his bed asleep. He smiled to himself, noting how cute you looked, so unguarded and comfortable enough to fall asleep in his room. It made him feel something. Kunigami wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but he liked it. 

With delicate moves, lay down next to you, close enough to feel your warmth but not close enough to touch. There was an urge to trace patterns on your back. To write messages to you, hoping it’d somehow translate into your dreams. 

“Y/n,” Kunigami whispered to himself. He gulped and his heart raced. “I like you.” 

Kunigami’s never been open and never allowed himself to be vulnerable with others. It’s something he’s become very well aware of. But he wanted to tell you everything. 

“I really like you.” 

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#by xena #blue lock #kunigami rensuke #kunigami x reader #blue lock kunigami #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk kunigami #rensuke kunigami x reader #rensuke kunigami #bllk rensuke

[skaikruswan]

could do an imagine where disere disguises himself as morpheus to steal a kiss from human reader, to provoke and annoy morpheus, messing with who is his, but his interpretation is not so good, and you find out before the final act.please 🙏🤗

To let your heart see true.

WC: 1,2 k. AO3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: as requested, Desire of the Endless, impersonation, some angst at the end.

Dear anon, thanks for the prompt! I hope you like it :) 

If you enjoyed this story, there are prompts: Cat!Morpheus, Jealous!Reader, as well as an ongoing fic.

Your keys are jiggling in your hands, and you let out a small sigh as your reach your home. Today has been exhausting, and you can’t wait to fall asleep, maybe even meet someone in your dreams. 

You feel your cheeks warm up as you think about him. Morpheus. At first you thought he was nothing more than a figment of your imagination, so you just rolled with it and started talking to the mysterious and handsome stranger in your dreams. His visits started to become the highlight of each dream, of each night, and you liked to believe that he enjoyed the conversations and adventures as much as you did. 

You thought that you went crazy once you saw him in real life. His explanation, however, almost cost you your sanity. Then again, how are you supposed to react when you find out that the dreamy companion you have a crush on is not only real, but Morpheus, the king of dreams and ruler of nightmares? It had been a shock, to say the least. 

But it worked out in the end, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. Morpheus makes you so happy you could hug the world. He’s a dream come true.  

You hum a love song as you push open your door and enter your kitchen, putting your bag on the table. 

“Are you thinking about me?” a familiar voice asks, and you turn around to see Morpheus stand in your hallway. A small smirk adorns his handsome face, and he steps towards you. 

“No, I am thinking about dinner,” you tease, a cheeky grin on your face as you turn around to open the fridge. 

“I, too, am hungry, my darling,” Morpheus says, his voice a low purr as he crowds you, quickly pressing his lips on the back of your neck, earning himself a startled gasp. 

“I notice.” Your voice sounds already breathless as you turn around and lean against the closed fridge, staring at Morpheus. You would never get used to his ethereal beauty, how his blue eyes seem to hold the universe, his pale skin shining like marble, his black hair darker than the night. 

You feel heat blossom in your belly as you peer at Morpheus, his lips slightly parted, his fingers tracing figures on your waist. You feel a desire so acute and fierce, it almost feels as if you’re on fire. 

“I want you, my darling.” It would be so easy to surrender yourself completely, to simply fall for the King of dreams, whom you somehow enchanted. Yet, a small voice inside of you reminds you that Morpheus usually uses your name, or calls you my love. 

“I want you too, my lord.” You wait for a reaction, for a tic in his jaw or a shadow flashing in his eyes. Morpheus once told you that he enjoys you using his name, even prefers it. Almost everyone in his realm refers to him as lord or king, titles they all ought to use, but by using his name, he feels more connected to you. 

“That’s what I want to hear.” Instead of being upset he seems to feel the opposite, his eyes the color of a starless sky as he gives you a heated look. Despite being on fire, you can’t fight the feeling that something is wrong. His hands are cupping your face, almost holding your head in place.  

“Remember how we you held me like that when we visited Abel and Cain yesterday?” you ask, hoping he believes that your heart is racing because of him instead of the lie you just told. 

“How could I forget, sweetheart?” He leans down and you have only seconds to react. You press your fingers against his lips, stopping him from stealing this kiss. After arching an eyebrow, you let out a strangled sound when you feel his tongue glide over the tip of your fingers. 

“You’re not Morpheus.” Whoever this man, this being, is, he’s not the one you love, and this will stop. You haven’t made up your mind if you’re brave or foolish. 

“No, they are not.” You look past the intruder and see Morpheus, your Morpheus. The fury in his eyes doesn’t burn; no, it feels like a blizzard. His features are frozen with wrath, and you feel as if the shadows around him are even deeper. You almost shiver. 

“My dear brother, it took you long enough.” You look back from Morpheus to the imposter and gasp as you now stare into golden eyes. Morpheus has told you about his siblings, but it is still a surprise to be so close to Desire of the Endless. They truly look like they could entice everything and everyone, with their blond hair and ridiculously sexy black outfit. 

“Don’t take it personal, darling,” they drawl at you, their voice like the sweetest honey, winking at you as they leave your personal space. “Dream is just so easy to tease.” 

“You should remember our last conversation,” Morpheus growls, his voice so low and vicious it makes the hair at the back of your neck stand up. 

“Spoilsport,” Desire pouts. This was just a game to them, another play to annoy Morpheus, and you were no more than a pawn.  

“I think I shall remember you.” Desire grins at you, but without any mirth, baring their teeth almost like a snarl. “You seem more interesting than Dream’s previous lovers. Then again, there are so many I always forget them.” 

Their mocking laugh echoes in your kitchen long after they’re gone. 

“Morpheus, I am so sorry,” you start, unable to meet his gaze. You may have seen through Desire’s charade, but you still feel bad. Shouldn’t you have realized it earlier? 

“No, my love. You have nothing to apologize for.” Your heart swells as he rushes towards you, his hands secure and solid as he wraps you in a hug. 

“I should have noticed it earlier,” you protest weakly, closing your eyes as Morpheus strokes down your spine. 

“You have resisted Desire. There are only a few mortals and immortals who have accomplished such a feat,” Morpheus replies, and you feel a little better. He presses his forehead against yours, and you allow yourself a moment of peace, breathing in the same air. 

You seem more interesting than Dream’s previous lovers. Then again, there are so many I always forget them.” You want to curse Desire for reminding you of your status. It goes without explanation that you’re not the first person to have his heart. You would never wish for Morpheus to be lonely, to remain alone as his endless existence continues, but the words still sting. After all, what is a mortal life to an immortal? How long will it take before he forgets you, before he no longer remembers the sound of your voice or the color of your eyes? 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Morpheus strokes his thumb over your wet cheeks. 

Morpheus says your name with such tenderness and concern it only makes you spill more tears. 

“After I am gone, please don’t forget me.” Is it presumptuous to demand this of him? You hope that you didn’t upset him.

“My love, I will carry you with me for all eternity. You are etched into my soul,” Morpheus vows, before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach. 

You love him. He loves you. That’s all that matters.

#the sandman #sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless #my writing #my sandman fics

[ghostforwhat]

Not to post a whole plethora of tentative meta, but I’ve seen quite a few posts and had a few discussions about Will Graham being continuously linked with water in the show and I just wanted to pull you all into a not so quick comparison & theory that I thought was incredibly interesting. 

To start with, it’s symbolic with his increasing instability in regards to not only his life but his mental state as well; the stag is heralded often as a measure as well and I’m a huge fan of using it as it solidifies the nature of Hannibal’s influence early on as something not quite inherently destructive. It’s a parallel to Alice’s white rabbit in the sense that Will is constantly seeking it without being aware of what it’s purpose is or where it’s going. However, it isn’t seen as corrupting until after the water becomes unmanageable in the show. We see Will use towels to soak up his sweat and fall back onto his sheets, we accept this as his normality and as he delves further and further into the fever, it becomes less of a understood routine and more of a underlying warning. He takes a shower and hallucinates, he falls asleep and he drowns. This is the beginning, the shaky steps out on a ledge of suspended instances where he is emphatically sinking instead of swimming; he himself attributes his sense of stability to a stream which. Stream of consciousness metaphor notwithstanding, it’s an odd place to set up and then depend on for a baseline of sanity or calmness. Streams are prone to interruption, be it currents or an outside force. Which sparks the first comparison:

Water and navigation had that role to play. Locked in the ship from which he could not escape, the madman was handed over to the thousand-armed river, to the sea where all paths cross, and the great uncertainty that surrounds all things. A prisoner in the midst of the ultimate freedom, on the most open road of all, chained solidly to the infinite crossroads. He is the Passenger par excellence, the prisoner of the passage. It is not known where he will land, and when he lands, he knows not whence he came. His truth and his home are the barren wasteland between two lands that can never be his own. [...] One thing is certain: the link between water and madness is deeply rooted in the dream of the Western man. (Foucault’s History of Madness, Part 1: Stultifera Navis)

The water motif being an allegory for his madness isn’t necessarily the point I’m dissecting but it’s certainly an bursting concept when the only other time a character (a character who is not Hannibal; Hannibal is not a Western man nor does he strive at any point to emulate one and at this point, his particular strain of insanity cannot mirror Will’s directly.) experiences the same sort of unmistakable submersion is when Alana finally comes to terms with who and what Hannibal (and by association at that point, Will) truly is and has dreams not dissimilar to Will’s which are then followed by a fortification of self. She is changed by this. In the passage, there’s references to navigation and ships; I presented the conclusion first because it simply works better if the assumption that water and madness is already present when thinking of Will’s journey across the Atlantic but I can’t bring myself to leave the first half out entirely.

The madman on his crazy boat sets sail for the other world, and it is from the other world that he comes when he disembarks. This enforced navigation is both rigorous division and absolute Passage, serving to underline in real and imaginary terms the liminal situation of the mad in medieval society. It was a highly symbolic role, made clear by the mental geography involved, where the madman was confined at the gates of the cities. His exclusion was his confinement, and if he had no prison other than the threshold itself he was still detained at this place of passage. In a highly symbolic position he is placed on the inside of the outside, or vice versa. A posture that is still his today, if we admit that what was once the visible fortress of social order is now the castle of our own consciousness.

Right before the information of Will’s pilgrimage is revealed, we see Alana walk out of Will’s home, she tells Jack that Will is gone and that “...he knows what he has to do.” as if an agreement had been reached. We learn after the fact that if this was the case, neither parties intended to honor it. They both were subjected to this cruel sort of infinite crossroads, Will more frequently than Alana, and it’s evident that Will is already half way down the path that leads to Hannibal; stumbling down the halls of his childhood home while Alana firmly removed herself from that kind of uncertainty and instead sought to cut off Will before he could reach him, which she does again later by situating herself at the BSHCI while also protecting herself and her family. Will offers no rebuttal to Hannibal when Hannibal accuses him of trying to take his freedom; he can’t deny it but what caused him to seek Hannibal a second time, across the ocean, retribution or not, had no hidden cage at the end of it. His stream is removed from him as a place of serenity at the end of s2, he finds no comfort in it in s3, he does not attempt to even return to it, and yet water persists around him, through him, and eventually, he chooses it as a form of destruction fit not only for him but for Hannibal as well. 

Their fall, their “death”, is already considered a culmination and acceptance. It’s an embrace, a point I’m not contesting. But while we are witness to a plunge taken, there is no ripple and splash of impact, it as the though the sea had simply parted and accepted them without tension or protest. It could be said that the cliff face was one last crossroad; Will did not remove himself as Alana had, he simply ensured that Hannibal would accompany him on the reckless journey, a ship boarded again. Madness shared by two. 

#will graham #analysis #uhhhh posting and running o7