letting her know that he loves her

anonymous asked:

Can you do more msr smut? maybe one where someone walks in on them? It would be nice to see how they'd react and feel afterwards!

Here you go anon, the last in my series of caught fics. 

Warning, NSFW. 

Mulder doesn’t quite know how it all happened. One moment he was stood at the door to Scully’s apartment, flashing her a cheeky yet hopeful grin as he held a Chinese takeout bag in one hand and a bottle of red in the other, and the next he was sat on the couch, his legs spread and his jeans unzipped as he watched his hot little partner sink to her knees in front of him, take his cock into her mouth and proceed to give him the best blowjob of his life.

He’d gone to her apartment on a whim – they hadn’t made plans to spend the evening together, and even as he placed the order for their takeout he’d decided that he would share the food with the Gunmen if his partner wasn’t at home. But she was, and if the way she’d kissed him and pulled him into her apartment was anything to go by, she had been missing him too.

It was pathetic really, he’d thought to himself. The two of them had only “officially” taken their relationship to the next level a few weeks ago, when Scully had crawled into his bed, very much naked and very much not tired, after he’d returned home from his visit to England. Since then they’d slept together only twice, heavy workloads and Scully’s family commitments keeping them apart. They’d got back from their latest case late last night, too late for Mulder to stay, and today they’d been back at the office, knee deep in paperwork. Tonight was their chance to catch up, as a couple, and to spend some time together outside of work. Mulder was hoping deep down that the evening would end with Scully inviting him to spend the night, but he’d never expected this. The Chinese is cooling on the coffee table but all Mulder can think about is his partner sucking on his dick as though it’s her favorite flavor lollipop.

“Sc…” After seven years, Scully has finally rendered her partner speechless. Her right hand is wrapped tightly around his cock while her mouth bobs up and down on him, her teeth lightly grazing his flesh. Mulder is hard, possibly harder than he’s ever been, and he knows he’s moments away from one of the best orgasms of his life. His partner isn’t exactly making things easy for him either; she’s looking up at him with her big blue eyes, smirking around his flesh as her left hand moves to unbutton her shirt ever so slightly, then heads down and disappears beneath her skirt. Seconds later Mulder feels her moan vibrate against him, the sensation driving him closer to the edge.

“Get up…uhhh…get up here Scully.”

She shakes her head, unwilling to release his cock, though he notices that whatever she’s doing beneath her skirt – and he has a reasonably good idea of what that is – she’s speeding up.

“Please.” First she rendered him speechless, now she’s got him begging. Dana Scully has her partner wrapped around her little finger, and he loves it. “Scully I wanna be inside you.”

“No,” replies Scully, pulling back momentarily to catch her breath. “Like this.”

“I’m close.”

“I know.” She flashes him another smile before her mouth sinks back down over his cock.

He’s given her plenty of warning, he tells himself, and before he can even think about pulling out he suddenly tumbles over the edge, spilling into her mouth with a cry. Scully isn’t that far behind him, groaning around him as she cleans him up.

As he comes down from his rush, Mulder suddenly hears the scraping of a key in the lock at Scully’s door. He looks down at his partner, her wide eyes reflecting his own horror, and then it all happens in a blur. A visibly post-coital Scully quickly gets to her feet, setting her skirt in place, while Mulder lifts his hips up off the sofa, trying to zip up his jeans. As the door opens, Scully suddenly flings a nearby cushion onto her partner’s lap in an attempt to conceal his modesty. But it’s too late.

“Mom!”

“Oh my goodness!” Maggie takes in the scene, looks at her daughter’s unbuttoned blouse, her healthy “glow” and her partner sporting a cushion in his lap and then immediately spins round, facing the door to the apartment, while Mulder and Scully scramble to make themselves look more presentable. Both of them are blushing furiously, while Mulder’s heart is beating double time. Shit. This isn’t good, not good at all. 

“It really isn’t what it looks like.”

It’s exactly what it looks like, and all three of them know that. Unable to stop himself, Mulder smirks as he raises his eyebrows at his partner, his jeans now zipped once more. He figured she’d be a little more inventive than that. 

Thankfully, Maggie seems equally flustered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I knocked and I didn’t hear anything -” Mulder curses inwardly. If he’d just been a little quieter, they’d have heard her mom knock. But then again, he thinks, Scully is equally to blame for being so damn good at what she does, and besides, she was as carried away as he was. 

“We were just doing some paperwork -“ 

"Paperwork?” mouths Mulder to his partner, wincing as Scully shakes her head and slaps his arm hard, warning him to stay quiet.

“I didn’t realize you were back. I came over to check on the apartment –”

“There’s a lot of paperwork for this case –”

“So I used my key -” Maggie cautiously turns her head, then when realizing the coast is clear and that her daughter and partner are fully dressed, turns around. Mulder notices that neither mother nor daughter are able to make eye contact with one another. 

“We’ve got a lot of work on you see.”

“Of course." 

"And I was just helping Mulder with a report.”

“I should go.”

“No,” Mulder interrupts, unable to listen to the awkward conversation any longer. “I should go.”

“No,” Scully announces firmly, looking between the two of them. There’s a hint of resignation to her voice. “You should both stay.”

She’s right, Mulder knows - if they try and avoid her mom now, the next meeting will be even more awkward.

Maggie nods down at her feet, and so Mulder tries to break the tension in the room. “I’ll put the kettle on. Coffee Magg…Mrs Scully?”

“I’ll take tea please,” she replies politely. She doesn’t need coffee, having just had a wake-up call. Scully nods in agreement and so he leaves the room, giving the two of them time to speak alone. He figures Maggie will have some questions for her daughter, and sure enough he’s right. 

“How long has this been going on?” He hears Maggie ask the moment he’s - she presumes - out of earshot. Scully seems to have pre-empted the question and is ready with her answer. 

“About three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” The surprise is evident in Maggie’s voice. “You’ve only been together for three weeks?” While Mulder busies himself with boiling the kettle, he contemplates Maggie’s shock. He’s sure she thought they’d been together a lot longer – he’s always presumed she knew about his feelings for her daughter. He still feels awful for her walking in on them, and understands why she’s annoyed – she’s embarrassed after all, and no doubt feels out of the loop for not being aware of their relationship. As the kettle boils he suddenly feels bad for leaving Scully alone to face her mom, and slowly pads back out into the living room.

“…better of you Dana…” Maggie pauses as she notices Mulder’s presence. He shoots his partner a look, silently asking her if she’s ok, and she nods ever-so-slightly, though her eyes tell him otherwise.

“Mrs Scully,” he suddenly interrupts, moving over to stand by Scully’s side. He reaches down and takes hold of her hand. “I can only apologize for what you saw tonight. We certainly didn’t mean for you to walk in on that, and I’m sorry that we’ve embarrassed you. No parent wants to walk in on their child doing that, no matter how old they are.”

Maggie hums in agreement, but she says nothing, waiting for him to continue. “But I want you to know something. Dana’s told you we’ve been together for three weeks, and that’s correct. Officially. But if you’re asking me when I fell in love with your daughter, it’s been longer than that. A lot longer. More like three years.” He feels Scully’s eyes on him but he’s unable to trust himself to look at her. “I know what you’re thinking, and rest assured that I’m not taking advantage your daughter. I love her. This isn’t a quick fling, this is it for me, and if I’ve read the signs right, it’s the same for Dana.”

“It is,” Scully whispers, and he can hear the tears in her voice.

Maggie appears a little surprised at their admissions, but Mulder is pleased to see that she no longer looks as though she wants to kill the two of them. “So it’s serious.” It’s a statement, not a question, and Mulder sees her let out the breath she’s been holding as both he and Scully nod.

“Very much so,” he answers.

“I should have knocked again,” she replies. “Just to make sure you weren’t home. I know you’re both adults, and I didn’t mean to walk in on…that.”

“It won’t happen again,” promises Scully,

“No,” agrees Maggie, her lips twitching up into a smile. “Next time I should think you’d at least use the door chain to keep out unwanted visitors.”

cocoa-and-rum  asked:

CS + post office AU

:D So umm, EF version of this prompt? 

In which Emma works at a post office in the little seaside town of Storybrooke and a certain pirate has begun to frequent the town and its post office far more than is normal.

“Emma! Your boyfriend is here!”

Her breath catches in her chest as Elsa’s voice floats up the stairs. Her body going still, she wonders if maybe she is quiet enough, Elsa will think her gone and then she won’t have to–

“Emma, I know you’re there! I’m off to the tavern for my break, come down and take care of the customers will you?”

Elsa’s voice falls away, the sound of a door opening and closing following her sentence. Emma lets out a groan, her forehead hitting her open book on the top of her desk.

“Come now love, promise I won’t bite!”

She curses under her breath, pushing her book away before standing up and finally making her way downstairs. As soon as her door opens, the sound of a dozen squawking birds fills her ears. 

Emma has been living in the little room above the post office in this little town by the sea for the last few years. Not the most glamorous of places for someone like her. An orphan with a skittish heart, she has always been afraid to lay roots down. Ready to run, ready to leave at the slightest possibility of hurt to her poorly bandaged heart. But, there was something different about Storybrooke. Something different about Elsa and Granny and Snow and David and all the people she had grown to know during her time here. Something safe, something easy, something that had begun to feel like home. 

And so, she had stayed.

(And it had nothing at all to do with him)

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Iron Man & Mrs. King (15/?)

Pairing: Tony x Reader
Word Count: 996
Warnings: Domestic Abuse, fluff, some swearing. JARVIS is still an AI, Bucky is part of the team.
Chapters post on Mondays and Thursdays.


Originally posted by cyreymilus


1:30pm, Thursday Afternoon, Stark Tower

Y/N cleaned quickly, her mind staying stubbornly focused on Tony. The necklace lay warm against her skin and every time she bent over, it moved, reminding her even more of Tony. So preoccupied was she that no sooner had she started cleaning than she realized she was done. Having no one to make a mess sure made cleaning go much faster.

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elsaclack  asked:

DARCE I FINALLY THOUGHT OF THE PROMPT I WANTED TO REQUEST FROM U!! literally,,,,,literally anything with the protective jake dynamic from maximum security,,,,i would cry so many tears,,,,i WILL cry so many tears,,,bless ur soul thank u in advance i love u dearly <3 <3 <3

on this week’s episode of Em Wants Me Dead,,,,

in all honesty I rewrote this a few times because I wanted to be completely certain I was hitting that protectiveness right but dear God this prompt came for my soul

anyway HERE <3: 




Amy shifts over in her cell bed, wishing to hell she could rip this stupid fake baby bump off and sleep in an actual, comfortable bed. She needs sleep, desperately, but all she can think about is Maura, and Figgis, and Jake.

Jake.

The way he’d tried to protect her. The way he’d admitted he couldn’t be here while she was surrounded by these women.

It’s not the first time she’s seen him protective, not by far- but it’s perhaps only the second time she’s seen him act upon it. The first time was years ago, not long into her job at the nine-nine. It’s perhaps one of her first memories of them as real friends, real partners. Warmth spills into her system at the thought of it.

It’s strange, in a way, she thinks, the fondness this memory elicits- the first time Amy knew that Jake Peralta would always have her back just so happened to coincide with one of the saddest days of her life.

Shifting her head against a thin pillow, Amy lets her mind drift, finding the moment and replaying it, in every little detail, letting it lull her to sleep.

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So this is kind of a later in the week conversation I’d love to see. But it won’t, so I‘ll enjoy this anyway.

Liv cracked her eyes open, looking around the hospital room, hearing the beeping of machines. Shit. She‘d drunk too much then, Aaron was going to kill her. She looked to the side, and surprisingly it wasn’t Aaron there. It was Robert. Why would he even be sat at her bedside, head on his shoulder and dozing. Liv saw a tissue box on her bedside table and she threw it at Robert, making him jerk awake. “Sod off,” she said abruptly.

“Good to know you’re awake,” Robert said. He looked tired, circles under his eyes and he had a small smile on his face.

“Go on, leave!” Liv snapped. “Go and find your precious real family! I never meant anything to you!”

“I owe you an explanation.”

“Just get out!” Liv shouted.

“Not until you listen,” Robert said firmly. “Or, you can keep shouting until Aaron comes back in maybe… five minutes, and kicks me out. Your hospital room will probably become a murder scene, but…”

“Why?” Liv asked, curious despite herself. “I thought he’d want to kill me, not you. You’re not together so why would he be mad at you? I’m the one who skipped school and got drunk. You were a bastard to me.”

“Yeah,“ Robert said with no defence. “I was. But I need you to listen until the end, okay?” Robert said, forcing a calmness. Liv nodded. Being shouted at by Aaron wasn’t exactly high on her list of experiences she was looking forward to, so Robert could try to talk to her, get her to soften up. She wouldn’t fall for it.

“Go on then,” Liv said darkly. “Try and talk me round.”

“You are my family,” Robert said.

“Please.”

“You and Aaron are my family. I don’t care that I’m not genetically linked to you, I don’t care. You’re my little sister.”

“That’s not what you told her,” Liv said, almost spitting the words with vitriol.

“No. It isn’t. Because she’s thick as two short planks and I’m playing her,” Robert said. He really did have Liv’s attention now and her eyes narrowed. “I want nothing to do with her, Liv. She’s only ever been a distraction from what I really want. But I can’t have Aaron, can I?”

“Humour me, why’re you playing her?” Liv asked. She didn’t sound quite so angry now.

“I want Home Farm,” Robert said. “I want the money, the business, that house, and she could be gullible and stupid enough to let me take it. And more than that, I want proof that that baby…” he hissed the word. “That that pregnancy has nothing to do with me.”

“What?”

“Whose word do I have that this baby is even mine?” Robert said. “Rebecca’s. And I know she was sleeping with Ross for ages. Whatever you believe, I only slept with her once. So if it is mine, I got bloody unlucky.”

“So, why…”

“I have to keep her onside. It’s why I called you a liar,” Robert said. “You weren’t lying, I don’t want anything to do with her. Not personally, but I have to keep going. I want that business, Liv. I suggested… once, that I didn’t know it was mine and she slapped me. She’s hardly likely to agree to a DNA test is she? I need to check if that child is mine, because I don’t trust her. So… for the meantime, I need to keep her sweet.”

“Is there a chance it’s not yours?” Liv asked hopefully. 

“There is a chance,” Robert said. “But I don’t know. Only she does and I don’t trust her.”

“If you could do with not calling me a liar in front of that slapper.”

“Liv…” Robert said, voice filled with quiet reprimand.

“Come on,” Liv said. “She slept with a married man, that’s hardly the model of behaviour. And she’d been after you for ages, don’t even try and tell me she hadn’t.”

“She had,” Robert said. “And I knew that when I sent her that text, asking her to come over. It’s my fault.”

“You’re only half responsible,” Liv muttered. “She shouldn’t have slept with you either.”

“No,” Robert said.

“Has she even apologised for what she did?” Liv asked.

“Not really,” Robert said. “It’s fine, I want to forget it. I wish I could, but that bloody bump…”

“You’ve done your job,” Liv said. “I’ll now wait for Aaron to kill me.”

“Aaron’s not angry,” Robert said. “Or not with you. The reason you passed out didn’t have anything to do with the alcohol you had. Not much anyway,” Robert said. “You stole a bottle I’d drugged. It had sleeping tablets in.”

“You’d what?!” Liv spat. “Why?!”

“Well, in my defence, I didn’t know you’d steal it,” Robert said, holding his hands up.

“Why are you drugging alcohol in home farm?!”

“It was Lawrence’s,” Robert said. “I wanted him out of action, I didn’t think anyone would get seriously hurt. I didn’t think you’d get seriously hurt. It’s my fault. Everything’s my fault.”

“That sounds like a really foolproof plan,” Liv said, screwing up her face, and Robert let out a short laugh. “What’re you doing, Rob?”

Robert sighed. “Trying to fill my life with stuff that really doesn’t matter.” He squeezed Liv’s hand. “I’m glad you’re all right. Can you… keep it to yourself? I really don’t want to go to prison for drugging a pensioner or poisoning a fifteen year old.” Liv smiled tiredly and Robert relaxed a little.

“Get rid of it,” Liv said. Robert looked reluctant. “Come on, what if Rebecca took a drink of that when she’s had a really bad day? It might not be your baby, but you wouldn’t want to be responsible for killing a foetus. Would you?”

“She’s pregnant, she’s not going to drink.”

“And Rebecca is the queen of logical thinking,” Liv said sarcastically.

 “I’ll stop with the booze. But I’m going to keep going on at Home Farm. I need something to keep my focus on, Liv.” She rolled her eyes, looking remarkably like her brother.

Aaron walked in, looking like thunder at Robert. “I’m going,” he said instantly.

“You could cut him some slack,” Liv said when they were alone.

“Did he tell you what happened?!” Aaron shouted.

“Yeah, he did,” Liv said. “He’s falling apart because he still loves you. Come on, give him a chance.”

“Let me get this straight,” Aaron said, holding onto his temper. “Robert poisons you because of God knows what he’s got going on at Home Farm, you’re unconscious at the side of the road, you could have died, Robert’s playing happy families with the one night stand he got pregnant, and I’m meant to give him a chance?” Aaron said.

“That’s pretty much the size of it, yeah,” Liv said after a moment. “He’s a mess without you, Aaron. How don’t you see it?”

Can I Be Him (s.h.) [Part Two]

Author : @dej_okay

Word Count : 630

Warnings : Sadness, Minor Description Of Influence Under Alcohol, mY POOR BABY SAM CRYING, profanity

Author’s Note : so iM TRYING THIS WRITER THING YAY I GUESS thank you to some of my biggest inspirations @hufflepuffholland @rileywrites-93 @babyparker and @parkerroos

Tags : @tiny-friggin-human


I heard there was somone but I know he don’t deserve you
If you were mine I’d never let anyone hurt you

Sam Holland was drunk.

That was one thing he knew for sure. It was obvious for him. He’d never felt so elated and carefree, full of courage, feeling as if he could fly.

Except for when he looked at her.

He, try as he might, had tried everything to get rid of the strong emotions he harboured for her. And he meant everything.

He’d tried pushing her away, bailing on the nights they planned ever since they were eleven, consisting of watching really shitty 90’s horror movies and throwing popcorn at each other.

(But once he had seen how hurt you’d gotten over it, lets just say he couldn’t continue with that plan)

He had started acting like a complete douche in general, never paying attention to her when she would speak, or brushing her off in the hallways at school.

He failed. He couldn’t do it anymore.

How could he hurt something that made him feel like he was standing in heaven?

So he’d endured countless months, months that turned into a year, of pretending as if the looks he gave her were anything but love sick. Anything but him breaking each time he realised she didn’t know how he would do anything for her.

She had a boyfriend now.

He was horrible, a stuck up bastard that treated women as if they were property. Sam wanted nothing more than to kick his ass. And god forbid if he ever heard that he’d made her cry.

Have mercy on his soul if he ever hurt her, ever hurt his darling best friend.

A sleepy, doped up smile framed Sam’s face as he stumbled over the pavement, hands digging into the pocket of his jeans, reaching for his phone. Once his fingers came in contact with the cold device, he pulled it out, already dialing the familiar number.

I swear that every word you sing
You wrote them for me

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” An overexcited giggle left his lips, and he heard a slight chuckle leave hers.

“Hey, Sammy.” He loved when she called him Sammy. It was something only she called him, something that was only theirs. It made him feel special. Made him feel worth it.

“D'you wanna hear a joke?”

“Sure?”

“W-What’s the cheese you can’t have-wait no-” he hiccupped, running an anxious hand down his face. “I said that wrong, ignore it, make your brain forget it, Y/N.”

She sighed. “Forgotten.”

“What’s the cheese that’s not yours?”

“Hmm?”

“N-Nacho cheese!” He bursted into a fit of giggles, trying to get out more words that simply stumbled over each other in the attempt. Once he’d calmed, he spoke, voice barely a whisper. “Wanna know a secret?”

“What?”

A breath escaped his parted lips, a cloud of smoke billowing in front of his eyes. “I love you.”

It was silent.

“It’s the middle of the night, and you’re drunk.”

“Yeah, it is, and I am. But I’ve always loved you. I always will love you. Like, tomorrow, I’m gonna wake up, and I’ll still love you, and the day after that too.”

“Sam…you know I love you…”

He was so happy in that moment.

He felt elated, and it wasn’t because of the alcohol. She loves me, he thought, looking up at the sky. And there were the stars, shining brighter than that smile always on her face.

“…as a very close friend…”

Oh. His eyes squeezed shut. Oh.

“A-And you expect me to pretend I’m okay with that?”

Apparently she did, because, with a soft sigh, he heard the phone disconnect.

He was so sad in that moment.

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My Eyes - Part 13

Pairing: Bucky; Steve x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,665

Story Description: Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

Story takes place post “CA: CW” and all tension has been resolved.

Previously On…

Y/N grabbed all Jimmy’s necessities and threw them in a bag. Suddenly her son dropped to his knees.

“Mom…I don’t think I can walk.” Jimmy groaned.

Y/N tried to stay calm, knowing that her panic would only frighten Jimmy more. Before she could call out for his help, Bucky came into the room and scooped Jimmy into his arms as if he were still a toddler.

“Grab the things, Y/N. I got him.” Bucky assured her.

Next thing she knew, they were taking off in the jet. Bucky pulled down a built-in cot and laid Jimmy down on it before piloting the quinjet. For a moment, he had a flashback of Steve being in the same position the night he died.

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Tethered Part Two

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Mary (Dean and Reader’s daughter)

Word Count: 1,761

Warnings: Angsty shit here, talk of reader wanting to kill her own daughter, reader being a little violent, emotional Dean

Summary: You and Dean have the most wonderful baby girl and you love her with all of your heart. You sing to her when she cries and you do anything you possibly can to make her smile. Dean hopes he can raise his daughter because there is one major thing missing… Or is there?

Author’s Note: Sorry this second part came out so late! If you want to be tagged in the other parts, let me know and I will add you! If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Catch up on Part One

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Y/N… How are you here right now? W-we burned your body.” Dean said, his eyes wide, all kinds of emotions running through them.

“I think it’s time for us to have a talk. Where’s Sam?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I’ll go get him.” Dean whispered.

“Good.” You said, turning around, going right through the door and to the library where you knew Dean would take Sam. Dean took off immediately, going to Sam’s room and practically barging the door down. Sam jumped up, not expecting this at all and looked at Dean, ready to chew his head off for that.

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I really want Plance to become canon in Voltron, or at least let Pidge’s obvious feelings for Lance be revealed. She blushed when he was asleep in the cryropod, she gets annoyed when he talks about other girls, she lets him borrow her stuff unlike the others…its obvious there’s something there.


I mean, yes, anyone could say I’m looking at the show with shipping goggles, but if any of those moments were between characters of a ship that is more popular , you know the fandom would not stop talking about it. And maybe I am a little, but also, I would love Pidge to be with someone because it’s sad how much this fandom puts her on a pedestal of “age imbalance”, “too young”, etc. I know some people also want ace or lesbian representation, but why just Pidge? Personally, I think Keith is more ace. And Allura could be a lesbian? Who knows (I mean you are free to your headcanons and ships)


Sorry, I could go on and on, but there really is something there, and I hope, in some way, it gets mentioned in a future episode…

Theory (maybe?)

After analyzing for a bit i feel like i noticed something about rika and ray/saeran. Anybody remember how rika somewhat treated saeran in previous routes and how she treated “ray” in this route? I feel a bit uneased at this and i couldnt not write something about it.


We all know that in Vs route rika seems to treasure ray as a member of mint eye. We’ve seen how she shows care towards him and worries about him. Heck we’ve even seen how she cried for him when he died and begged for the members to mourn him. Rika loves ray and put her trust in him for her plans


Now lets take a look at her attitude towards SAERAN. As many of us know rika brainwashed and manipulated saeran to do whatever she wanted. And it seems thats the only value he has for her. Not only was she planning on replacing him once she had a grip on seven, without regarding saeran hatred towards him, but she was also willing to kill him off!!!! If you remember jumins bad ending where you leave jumins penthouse and are taken back to the apt where saeran waits for you there. And then he says that he was told to press a button that would “cause seven eternal pain” or smth like that. And it turns out, without saeran even knowing, he activated the bomb and killed everyone there!!!!


Maybe this isnt a theory as much as it is an observation. My theory is that she only likes ray because hes more quiet and reasonable, where as saeran is much more violent and angry. Idk but its still pretty messed up. And it makes rika even more of a hypocrite, seeing as she only valued “ray” instead of saeran himself. She made him that way and i cant help but feel disgust at her actions.

To all y’all who wanted V’s route to be him and Rika getting back together

Guess what? Make the right choices during his route, and you get your wish! :) And guess what else? :) 

IT’S FUCKING HORRIBLE. 

So basically, if you’re enough of an asshole to both V and Rika towards the end of the route, you’ll be treated to a lovely bad ending on Day 10 where V ditches you to go back to Rika. And this bad ending perfectly encapsulates why V and Rika’s relationship is absolutely toxic, has always been toxic, and will always be toxic. 

As soon as V shows up at her door, Rika pretty much dissolves into desperate sobbing, telling V that she was wrong and begging him to stay with her. She asks for forgiveness, and promises that she won’t hurt him anymore. So that’s good, right? Everything is lovely and romantic and #relationshipgoals now, right?

In order to gain his forgiveness, Rika offers to let V hurt her now instead. 

Yup, that’s right. Now the oh so healthy cycle of domestic abuse is being reversed! Rika tells him that he can do anything that he wants to her, telling him that he can “mangle” her body and complete their “Reunion” photoshoot. 

And V agrees. He stays with her, and agrees to hurt her…so that he can protect her (???). Like great, good job guys, now they’re both crazy.

At this point, they both know their relationship isn’t based on love for one another. Rika is desperate to be wanted (by anyone) and V is desperate to find his meaning in providing someone else with “love.” Essentially, they’re just obsessed with the idea of love itself, and very much want to feel love, but are not and have never actually been in love with one another. 

I literally do not understand how people can still be romanticizing their relationship. I still see people who are upset that V’s route ended his and Rika’s troo wuv story, and I’m just??? So confused. Because listen. I like Rika. I like V. But their relationship together is actually the worst thing ever™. Unless you literally hate both characters, I don’t see how you could support this pairing. If they get back together, they will destroy each other. In order for either of them to even begin healing/moving towards happiness, this relationship has to end. And that’s why Cheritz gave us the great route that they did. 

TL;DR: IF YOU’RE STILL ROMANTICIZING V AND RIKA’S RELATIONSHIP:

um every time I think about Trimberly going to Prom all I imagine is Kimberly, for once, actually being excited to go to a school event 

  • Kimberly doesn’t care, she wears this bright yellow suit to prom, and Trini wears a pink one 
    • They have pocket squares of their own colors 
    • Trini parents are upset at first, but Trini’s dad supports it whenever Trini’s mom isn’t around 
    • Kimberly thinks Limo’s are overrated, so Trini takes that as picking her up by sitting in the back of Jason’s trunk with a sign saying, “Kimberly is my most favorite person ever” 
  • The boys all switch up each others colors, and Zack sneaks in some vodka 
  • Before Trimberly show up they take pictures in front of Kim’s house, and more than half of the pictures are either blurry because Kim’s dad can’t seem to work the phone, or the boys are photobombing it 
    • There is this really cute one of Kimberly kissing Trini’s forehead and it immediately joins one of the many pictures in Kim’s room, and it’s one of her favorites 
    • Trini gets it and puts it in her wallet and her locker 
  • Everyone is jealous of how good the Rangers look when they show up 
  • Zack gets drunk and goes on stage and grabs a microphone, “This speech is for my mom, who’s the coolest mom ever, and for my best friend who looks like a little bird that will kill you.” 
    • Everyone knows he’s talking about Trini, and when one of the lights find her, she’s in the corner making out with Kimberly 
    • Kimberly has to stop Trini from killing Zack
    • Billy doesn’t understand what exactly happened, so Jason tried to explain to him, but kept laughing 
    • When Zack finally gets kicked out they drive him to sonic to get him his favorite milkshake 
Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Part One: x Part Two: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

The Boxer Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 5K

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE AND PHYSICAL FIGHTS.

Prompt: 

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

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Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

Part One


Harry wasn’t sure which he hated the most, expression his emotions, or having to handle them.

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okay but give me harry being the only person than ginny will let take care of her
  • so like she falls of her broom or gets hit by a bludger or SOMETHING at a quidditch game 
  • and she’s embarrassed and sore and/or bleeding so she gets real defensive
  • she’s pushing away her brothers and telling her mum she’s fine and won’t let the medic get anywhere close to her
  • and then in steps harry 
  • he doesn’t ask her if she’s okay like everyone else does
  • he just kisses her, holding her face in his hands
  • he pulls away, running his thumb over her cheekbone, where her face has flushed pink with pleasure
  • “can i have a look?”

  • slowly she unclenches her arm and lets him check for broken bones
  • everyone else dispels, satisfied that she’ll be okay
  • wordlessly he straps her arm for her and finally she lets herself shake from the pain and the shock so he holds her tight, his lips on her hairline
  • or say she’s bleeding and even though he’s FREAKING THE FUCK OUT internally he knows that he can’t let her know that 
  • so he very calmly uses whatever’s to hand let’s say it’s his shirt because that’s hot af and presses it to the wound
  • then because he’s reeeeaaalllyyy not trained to deal with that kind of stuff he convinces her to let the medic stitch her up
  • she agrees but only with the understanding that he’ll stay with her
  • she digs her nails into his thigh and swears loudly and frequently 
  • harry lets her do it, even when he breaks through his jeans and her nail jab into his skin
  • because he loves her
  • and he wants her to be okay
  • he’ll take pain if he needs to
  • as long as hers goes away
  • excuse me while i sob
  • and then when they have kids same deal but her kids are FREAKING THE FUCK OUT because their mum just took a wicked fall and is probably hurt really bad 
  • but of course ginny superwoman potter is like chill y’all i’m tough don’t worry i’m not crying all good
  • so harry makes ron and hermione take the kids away so that ginny can burst into tears and cling onto him while her bones are reset
  • because she has to be brave for everyone
  • except for him

I love you.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Her.

All wrong.


This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you think.xxx


“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench.
“Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay.
But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop.
Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air.
He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans.
“You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her.
But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse.
“Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her.
He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal.
“I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while.
Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her.
“I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.”
Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?

“You didn’t have to have sex with him.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.”
“But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed.
“I-I hoped you wouldn’t.”
Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.”
Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what.
“I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her.
But he had to.
“I don’t feel you anymore.”
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side.
“I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.”
Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside.
Harry cleared his throat and got up as well.
“Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-”
“What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed.
“There has to be something, Harry.”
“You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head.
Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.”
Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him.
“Just tell me what to do.” she begged.
He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around.
“We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.”
She nodded her head furiously.
“Anything.”
“But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.”
She smiled sadly but nodded.
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder.
“I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection.
“‘Course.” he agreed.

To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do.
When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from.
“What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that.
“He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with.
“Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat.
“Yeah.”

Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her?
And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything?
She was scared. So incredibly scared.
When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice.
“Hi.” Y/N breathed.
“Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry.
“That’s Harry.”
They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting.
“My soulmate.”
Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand.
“Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.”
Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder.
“So you two met today?”
“Um, no.” Harry replied.
“No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N.
“We… we met yesterday.” she answered.
“Oh.”
It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday…
“Wait. Yesterday?”
Y/N and Harry both nodded.
“But… but we had…”
“Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’.
“Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
“Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.”
“Okay.” Y/N whispered.
“I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once.
“Take care of her, yeah?”
Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile.
And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew.
Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor.
He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down.
“I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered.
“What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?”
Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her.
“You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.

He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly.
“I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can we at least try?” she whimpered.
“Love…”
“Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged.
“I need time, okay? Time to think.”
She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much.
“Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless.
Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek.
And seconds later her front door fell shut.



The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it.
It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it.
The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute.
The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out.
Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint.
But he had to do something.
One thing.
He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still.
He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain.
“Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug.
She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again.
He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks.
“But-”
“No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too.” Harry whispered.
Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand.
Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up.
“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again.
“Harry.” Y/N gasped.
“Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his.
“Then let’s go to your place.”


They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer.
Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up.
But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.

She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his.
Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips.
She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs.
Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch.
She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick.
She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin.
She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact.
Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum.
She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked.
She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him.
Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes.
He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him.
“You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice.
He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips.
“I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening.
“I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat.
“But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her.
“I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-”
“It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.

“100 percent.” she answered in an instant.
Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass.
She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her.
“You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure.
Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter.
He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks.
Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes.
“Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.

He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened.
“Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air.
“I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.”
“Then you’re a natural.” she stated.
He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks.
“Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him.
“That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek.
“Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment.
“No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his.
“We’ll do that during round two.”
And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.

Originally posted by nodenyingheisgolden

Prompt request by anon: “Keep the heels on, baby. Just the heels, though.”

Being pushed up against the door and panting hot breath into her lover’s mouth was the best part of that night.

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V’s feelings

So, I just finished another Day 9 chatroom, and I really felt like I needed to pour my thoughts into this and create another analysis.


First and foremost, I would like to willingly admit my bias towards V, so that the rest of you can point out flaws in my argument if you feel I was using more emotion and less practicality. This is an open discussion where we can all come together to share our opinions, so please feel free to!!!


Now, as for V’s feelings. ..It seemed that today, I couldn’t stop thinking about what V had said regarding his love being obsession. Of course, I was incredibly pleased with Cheritz for adressing this and making sure the fans know that V’s idea of love is unhealthy and should not be romanticised!!!


But I, like many before me, assumed that he and Rika started out loving one another like any regular couple before everything descended into the seventh circle of hell. We had no reason to think otherwise.


However, the route seems to indicate that V was that infatuated with Rika from a very early stage, though the tendencies perhaps didn’t show up until later on.


I sat back for a moment and had to remember how to breathe as my brain started to peice together the implications.


V, someone most of the fandom has marvelled at for his unconditional love, doesn’t know how to love.


V doesn’t understand love as much as Rika doesn’t. The only people who truly loved him were his deceased mother and Jumin before the RFA.


It took a while for this to sink in, because before this, no one in the fandom knew how utterly and completely lost in the world V actually is.


We had assumed that everything was due to the common side effects of being a domestic abuse victim. And while partially true, we now know that V is much, MUCH more complicated.



V does not understand the world or himself. I have made SEVERAL previous points touching on the fact that V’s infatuation with Rika can’t possibly be regarded anywhere near what a mentally stable person should feel. The fact that he’s not OK and probably never was, even going as far as to theorise about his familial life.


Basically; V, head of RFA, does not know who is and what the hell he’s doing. He stumbles upon Rika, and immediately decides that his life is for her; that loving her wholly and devoting himself to her is the purpose of his entire existence.


Let me rephrase that, for those that do not understand just how intense this is: V literally thought that his purpose in life was to love Rika and give himself completely to her; to let her hurt and destroy him, to let her pick him apart and ruin him whenever it was she wishes.


This isn’t even because Rika implied something- he was always this way. And when the implications came up, he seemed absolutely unphased and accepting of it. That’s… That’s so fucking heartbreaking.


Rika fed into that part of V; she longed for someone to “save” her from the devil within, which even “God” could not save her from, in her words. This encouraged V’s unhealthy infatuation and solidified the idea that, yes; his purpose in life was to be her sun until she wished to extinguish him completely.


This went on going until Rika’s “devil” finally became suffocated by V’s “love”, and she had to flee. (Important to note that she left V because of this, but she did not start Mint Eye due to this. Mint Eye had already been in progression far before this! I’ll link to the post describing that soon.)



Now, V obviously regrets it. He goes into this state of depressing self contemplation and tells the MC that he regrets attempting to love anyone. He regrets allowing himself to share in the joy of love. I had never felt so heartbroken from a VN like this since Seven’s Route. ..


Anyway. MC goes on to say this;


In the first picture, we can see that V and Rika are similar in that way; both wished desperately to experience love, but it was a love that was false and ended in agony. V fell in love with the idea of love so pure and selfless like the sun, something he longed to experience himself- Rika fell in love with the idea of being loved and understood by someone. To me, at least, both fell in love with their wishes and ideals, and they lived that through one another.


And I think the MC is right when she says that their love was tragic. Remember, neither of them ever loved anyone else before, as far as we all know. And this first experience for them was DISASTROUS and damaging. V’s sense of self is even lesser than before



Here we see V wallowing in guilt and self hatred. He scolds himself for ever thinking that he could love someone properly. He scolds himself for ever thinking he deserves love.


He is a broken man- peices of a puzzle that refuse to fit with one another, photographs that tell a disconnected story and incomplete paintings riddled with tear drops.


For all the innocence of character Yoosung and Rika portray, according to Cheritz… V seems pretty innocent as well. He tries to build his way up- tries to fill a void in his soul and tries to save others because he’s too afraid of the idea of saving himself.


I believe Rika when she says that V’s love only made her worse because it “threathened [her] devil” , even though I firmly believe she fed into it continuously and that her actions (hurting V and starting Mint Eye, brainwashing vulnerable people into it) are her own and hers alone. However; I don’t believe her at all when she says that V only wants to sacrifice himself for the sake of nobility. I believe that she believes it, but I don’t agree with it myself.


Because here we see a V that’s so willing to figure out just why he was born in this world- a V who knows not who is nor why he is there, and who cares less about himself than Jaehee does about Elizabeth the Third. He truly wants to put an end to what he believes he started.


And I’m going to end this post on that note. I might make another couple of posts regarding Rika, Ray, and V in general because there’s a lot to sort through in this route. Thank you for reading and I hope you guys are enjoying this route as much as I do!


-Phil

FEYSAND BABY RANT

Alright guys we all know that it’s coming, after the Bone Carver looked like a mini Rhys when Feyre met with him. We know what to expect- that they will have a little boy that looks like Rhys… but like lets fucking discuss this- Rhysand’s entire family was murdered, and he had absolutely no one. After pining for Feyre for a year or two and having them finally fall in love, finally have her completely as his and he as hers… he finally belongs somewhere. Like he can finally be rooted. And now, he’ll have a little boy and possibly more children, and I just cannot even fathom the love he will have for that child. The fact that it came from him, and his mate… the fact that it is his child, his very own to love and protect and train…. Rhysand will be whole. Every single piece of his life will have fallen into place. Oh my god.