#i dont even know you like that.. and would have done it if i Did. now im just not replying LOLLLL ANYWAY!

[irndad]

hii dollface, would u write smtg abt hotch being jealous?

like he's trying to hide it from making the team notices when he saw some officer flirting with r?

no pressure in writing, lovey. change it however u want or ignore it if u dont feel like writing it (i completely understands u 🤍)

my love this has lived in my brain so relentlessly <3 i hope you love it!!!! thank you for requesting!! wc: 1.7k

It is incredibly easy to like her.

She’s charismatic in a way that’s almost universally appealing, and he’s memorized the shape of her wide grin. She smiles with her whole face, and Aaron hasn’t really spent too much time trying to make people smile. He’s had success in some ways, but when she smiles at him there’s something in his chest that burns in achingly lovely way. 

At first, he had assumed her kindness was a way to win him over. In her first week, she had noticed there was a rip in his tie (which he’s not sure how could even happen) and she’d whipped out a pocket sewing kit, repairing it. 

He tries not to think about the fact that she’s beautiful. She is, though, in spirit and in appearance. He’s an expert in controlled presentation, but to some extent she must know that’s he’s fond of her. 

When they’d first met (which he can still picture in his minds’ eye- her oversized sweater tucked into her tailored pants, the purple lipstick adorning her beautiful smile) he’d tried to keep his distance. It’s easy to romanticize her, and being her friend felt a little impossible when seeing her as more felt so inevitable.

This plan did not go well, and Aaron had officially tossed it when one day, the babysitter for Jack fell through when he was halfway around the world. She’d picked him up from school and tended to him, and Aaron had come home to a blanket fort on his kitchen floor, and a happy little boy who wanted her to come over every day. 

So it's a little hard to ignore how much he adores her. 

She doesn’t normally want to come out to the scene and they usually don’t require it, but they’re going out to a place she spent most of her twenties, and she knew people in the local PD, so Aaron had asked her to come. 

She’d done so without complaint, although he knows she doesn’t sleep well on the jet. No one knows where the nicer pillows and blankets came from, and Aaron would prefer it that way. 

Anyway. 

The bullpen of this department is chaotic and a certain caretaking is living at the edge of Aaron’s consciousness, a protective desire to keep her from the loudness and violence that she’s typically protected from. 

He’s still thinking this, when he hears her voice over the chaotic hum of the department. 

“Oh my god, Logan!”

Her voice is joyful, and when Aaron turns to see who she’s looking at, it’s an agent. He can tell that he’s not a police officer for many reasons- the fact that he’s got a long, shaggy haircut and a 5 o clock shadow and a leather jacket on his shoulders. The local police would be too strict, and he must be some kind of different authority to be allowed to be here.

He hears the stranger call her name back, and they hug. 

It’s a quick thing, but imbued with deep fondness. Aaron’s not sure he’s ever hugged her for more than a second- just a congratulations when his commendation came in. She’d smelled like roses. 

Now, she’s hugging Logan. 

“Hotch,” she says, a smile still in her voice, “This is Logan! We went to graduate school together. He’s brilliant, I can’t believe he’s down here.”

Her voice is seeped in admiration, and Aaron feels an ugly amount of what can only be described as jealousy. 

“Great to meet you. You’re the unit chief, yeah?”

“SSA Aaron Hotchner,” he offers the man a curt nod, “Have you met the team?”

He goes through the motions of introducing him to the team- he greets Reid with a warm smile and tells him that he’s read his papers. Logan compliments Emily’s shirt, and Morgan’s watch. 

He’s incredibly charismatic.

Is Aaron charismatic? He doesn’t think so. His team, who probably adore him as much as anyone could, still note that he can be harsh, prickly. He never smiles, he knows. He lacks expressiveness. Logan is all fluid movement and easy conversation, and when he takes the jacket off, Aaron sees a great deal of tattoos on his forearm, his sweater sleeves slid up. 

He’d smile for her. 

What should be a good thing, but hurts- Logan is an excellent consultant profiler. He’s thoughtful and helpful and she has an easy rapport with him. Aaron- he’s so bad at talking to women. 

She makes Aaron feel like he’s good at it though. When they drive together, the conversation is easy and feels nice. It’s like sunbathing, basking in the light of her attention and intention. 

With the help of the man that Aaron has decided he hates, the case is finished up quickly. 

He can’t shake the thought they’ve probably dated. It’s not his business- this crush, although this word feels inadequate for the intensity of the way she makes him feel. It’s a private thing he’s never going to act on- he’s older and her superior, and besides- 9 stab wounds and a lifetime worth of issues is a million times less appealing than someone like Logan. Young, exuberant probably not too afraid to ask for what he wants.

“Drink tonight?” Logan asks the team, and a chorus of yes’s and please’s echo through the emptying bullpen. 

“Raincheck,” she says to Logan, “I’ll see you next time I’m in town, yeah?” She beams at him, hugging him in a quick-but-too-long-for-Aaron’s-taste motion, and the string in Aaron’s chest that feels like it’s been pulled all week threatens to pull him under.

After everyone files out, she offers to help him fill out paperwork in his office. It’s just like her, so kind and sweet. Spending her free time filling out reports to make his workload go easier.

About a half hour of amenable silence passes, before Aaron chooses to speak.

“So, you and Logan.”

“He’s great, right?”

Regrettably, Aaron agrees.

“He seems very kind.”

“Yeah, he and his fiancee are really fun. They travel all over, kite-board and do tons of adventure stuff, he’s pretty awesome.”

A moment passes.

It’s like a balloon losing air, the feeling of relief taking the place of panic.

“I thought you two were romantically involved.” He doesn’t know how to verbalize things casually. If he lets it up, he might do something dangerous like tell her that he wants to be someone who romances her, wants to be the person who kisses her after dates and holds an umbrella over her head when she’s caught in the rain. He wants to be what she comes homes to, and it’s a confession living in the back of his throat, threatening to escape at every moment. 

She sucks in a harsh breath, and he wonders if it’s a misstep to have told her- it’s not a confession, really. It sounds like one though- why would he care? What makes it his business?

“Not that that’s relevant to me,” he stammers, “You’re free to engage with whoever you’d like-“

“I know, Hotch.” She doesn’t grace him with his first name, but her voice is fond and warm, her doe eyes meeting his. He likes it, he decides. 

“I’m not seeing him,” she continues, her body shifting to face him, “I think he’s a little…casual for me.”

He thinks of Logan’s leather jacket and unshaven face, rugged appearance and compares it to how he presents himself- clean cut and sharp lines, his suits tailed to fit him like a glove. 

“You prefer something a little more…dignified?” He hears himself say with more confidence then he feels- her implication is clear, but he wonders if he’s mishearing it. 

She tips her head back and he hears her lovely laugh ring through the air like something sacred, and he waits to hear her response. 

“I don’t know, I just know that I’ve been liking this guy for a while,” she muses, looking down at her fingernails, “But he hasn’t seemed to pick up on any of my hints.”

On one of his braver days, he’d told her that he liked that purple lipstick. He hasn’t seen her without it since. She’d always been so kind to everyone that it was hard to notice when her treatment towards him was special, but he thinks it might be. How quick she offers to help with Jack- gives away a Saturday evening to spend with him, even though she sees too much of his face at work.

Her friend from grad school offered to get drinks, and she’s here, telling him what she looks for in a guy.

He tries to be logical about the whole thing, but it’s a bit hard- she’s funny and warm and Aaron loves being around her- loves her company enough to maybe ask for more of it. 

“If this ‘guy’ did like you,” he murmurs, intentionally not meeting her gaze, the precision of which is boring a hole into the side of his head, “How would he go about that?”

He’s not sure what the point of being coy is now, but he can’t seem to stop. He does look down to her and meet her eyes. 

“I think I’d probably corner him,” she says breathlessly. They’re quite close together, now. He wonders if she likes his aftershave. She tugs a hundred through her hair, a nervous but incredibly attractive gesture, “Y’know, if everyone we worked with went to get drinks, and it was just us. If he was amenable to that.”

“If he was amenable to that.”

A rush of emotion licks up his spine- it’s fun, flirting with her. The creep of warmth on her cheek, how her fingers are brushing hers. 

“I think he might be.”

Purple lipstick, rose perfume mixing with the scent of expensive aftershave- he thinks he might be able to kiss her, now. He’s never been good at knowing when to take the jump, but this is something he can do. He can let her know that he wants it. 

She reads him well enough, it turns out, and she kisses him. It’s a surprise and he is so rusty at this and yet- his hand stand on the small of her back, pulling her in and he can feel her lovely smile against him. She’s warm and joyful and she’d kissed him, and all he could do was lean in-

“I think he might be too.” She says, significantly less color on her lips, and more on his, he imagines.

She doesn’t have to wonder, though. When Aaron kisses her again, he decides- he will make her incredibly certain of his affections. 

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[42internetgirl]

frat rafe taking u to formal & having to take care of you after drinking a little too much

why do i kind of hate this :/ sometimes i just start writing and don't even know where i’m going with it 😭 warnings: drinking + lowkey soft rafe bc that’s my fav sorry 🙁

you and rafe weren't official, so when he invited you to his frat's formal you were surprised but nonetheless super excited. knowing rafe, he had options, and you took pride in knowing that you were the girl he wanted to take.

after a night of drinking, you and rafe were back in your hotel room. the whole walk back you were clinged onto his arm, unable to keep yourself balanced.

"woah," rafe caught you as you tried to make your way to the bed by yourself, the instability was half from all the drinking you'd done, but also half from the big heels you decided to wear, despite rafe telling you that you 'really didn't have to', but you wanted to impress. "really did some drinking tonight huh?" rafe sat you on the bed.

"i guess" you giggled, still hanging onto rafe. "don't leave me." you gave him a frown, not wanting him to leave your side.

"m'just grabbing you some water yeah?" he didn't force himself away from you until you gave him a reassuring nod, not wanting to make you upset.

although you were drunk, it was the little things like that that made you fall for rafe. he was a frat fuckboy, a known one, but he was sweet. no one knew him the way you did, no one took the time to get him like you did.

"can you take my shoes off too?" you fall back onto the bed. "they hurt really bad."

"i told you to wear comfier shoes." rafe sat the glass of water he'd gotten for you on the table beside the bed and got on his knees, ready to take your shoes off.

"i know, i'm such a bad girl. i dont listen." you sat up on your elbows and smirked at him, hoping he would think you were funny.

"such a bad girl." he laughed and played on your joke. "c'mon, sit up," he grabbed the glass of water. "gotta drink up."

"fine. only because you're so handsome." you roll your eyes and take a sip of the water. rafe knew you were pretty drunk but he couldn't help but wonder if you really meant what you said, he'd never been called handsome before, not even by his own parents.

"do you want help with your dress?" there was a little bit of hesitation in rafe's voice, he didn't want you to think he was trying to get in your pants, although he wouldn't mind that either.

"please." you turned your back to rafe so he could unzip your dress, the touch of his hands on your back gave you goosebumps. there was a moment of silence. "thanks rafe." you turned back to him, flashing him a smile while holding up the front of your dress.

you looked so pretty with your messy hair, imperfect makeup, and collarbones showing. this was the real you and he loved it.

#library #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #frat!rafe

[anemhoez]

The General…

Jiyan/AFAB Reader/Rover

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, language, slight breeding

A/N: *clawing at the walls* JIIIIYAAAAAAAN!! is it just me or did they make this mf TOO hot?! is that a thing?!?! everytime i see him i just *chokes self* i need a cold shower hehehe

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

With the upcoming battle against the Threnodian threat and the dangers that would arise, General Jiyan was more concerned than ever. You found him pacing in his makeshift office, a small room in an abandoned warehouse that he and his army moved into to have a place for medical staff and equipment. “General? You asked to see me?” you questioned softly once walking in, hoping not to disturb him in whatever he was doing. “Yes, thank you for coming Rover, please sit.” his voice was more gentle with you then when he spoke to his subordinates. “I want to reiterate just how dangerous the upcoming battle will be, the crownless is ruthless.” he spoke with concern heavy in his voice. Your face stayed stoic as you nodded, “I know general, but im one hundred percent committed to this fight, i won’t falter.”

Jiyan smiled at your resolve, “I’m honored to have a soldier like you by my side, thank you.” he said with a small sigh. He stretched his neck with a deep groan, bringing a hand to soothe the aching muscle. “Are you alright general?” you stood up quickly, moving over to observe him more closely. His amber eyes met yours, “Yes, i’m fine, just a bit stressed, nothing out of the ordinary.” he leaned against the dusty table he used to revise plans with the troops. You reached out, touching his forehead with the back of your hand to check his temperature. “You’re not very warm, do you want me to fetch some vitamin packets from the infirmary?” He shook his head, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I’m fine really, please dont worry about me, there’s more pressing matters to attend to.” he reassured you with his never ending resolve. “Alright but, at least take some time to relax, even if just for a little bit,” you cocked your head to the side, observing his demeanor, “what do you normally do to de-stress?”

The general before you seemed to light up suddenly at your question. “Well, I like to spar with the new recruits, take long walks or,” he stopped when he noticed your proximity. You had moved closer to him, your heavenly scent hit him harder than it should have, and he inhaled deeply. He looked down at you, his intense stare causing your stomach to stir, “I also like to have sex when I’m stressed.”

If you hadnt already been in a trance by his stare, his words would have definitely done the trick. You gulped audibly, “Oh?! Of course you do- ah i mean to say that’s a good stress reliever- I’m not saying that you’re some kind of degenerate or anything!” Jiyan actually laughed hard at your words, the first time you’ve ever seen such emotion since being around him. Your face got hot, worried you had overstepped, “Forgive me general, it’s been a while for me so the topic is kind of, gods why am i so awkward?!” you asked yourself out loud, your body absentmindedly walking towards the door.

The general turned to sit at his desk, his large lap looking as inviting as ever. “It’s s actually been a while for me too, I never have time for myself, let alone someone else.” his eyes followed you as he spoke, hoping he hadn’t made you uncomfortable in any way. But as soon as you closed the door and locked it, his need and desire began to grow. You mustered up all your courage and sighed, “General, I’m more than willing to help you,” your voice was soft as your hands came to remove your top. Without a word, Jiyan took you by the waist bringing you to sit on his lap.

Your lips collided in a frenzied kiss, his strong grip and dominance over you caused your head to spin. His gloved hand adorned with claws squeezed your breasts one after the other, while his other hand rested at your back. When you finally pulled away, he made quick work of your bra, pulling it down so he could suck and bite at your sensitive flesh. He was so rough with you, his eager and desperate hands gripped you tightly, sure to leave bruises in their wake. He pulled away from you briefly, only to place you on top of the desk.

“Forgive me, for being so rough with you,” his hands were softer now, more gentle as they rubbed up your exposed thighs. “Dont be, please use me however you like,” you pleaded and took one of his hands and brought it between your legs. He sighed at your warmth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth he growled, feeling your wetness through your underwear. “Fuck,” he cursed into your mouth, your tongues soon meeting in another passionate kiss that made you dizzy. Jiyan finally lifted up your skirt to your belly and pulled your underwear down, sitting back in his chair and making himself comfortable before leaning down to slot between your legs.

You arched your back sharply, feeling his tongue glide up from your entrance to your clit. He moaned deep, practically growling as he tasted you. You looked down at the sight of the general making a mess of you, greedily licking and slurping, driving you feral with his tongue. Your fingers grabbed at his hair, tugging and pulling him impossibly closer. “General,” you huffed, his long tongue fucking in and out of your sopping hole viciously. “Fuck!” you yelped, shaking in his grasp as you came hard, the lack of touch the past few months making you a whiny, trembling mess within seconds. He continued however, determined to get you to come as many times as he liked. He sucked on your clit, releasing you from his grasp only to remove his bracers and gloves. He inserted two fingers inside of you, keeping the brutal pace of his tongue against you while he curved and pumped his fingers in and out. You huffed and moaned, the overstimulation wracking your body again and again as the general teased your spot over snd over with his long thick fingers. “Please! Please just fuck me!” you begged as you tugged on his ponytail, needing the onslaught on your pussy to stop.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was glistening with your essence and he licked his lips greedily, moving in for a kiss. “You’re incredible,” he whispered gruffly as he undid his tight bodysuit, shimmying himself out of his undergarments, finally stroking his cock. You watched the general, your leader in this battle against evil, line himself up with your entrance, and slowly push himself into you.

He hissed, your warmth and tightness overwhelming him. “Mmh, so perfectly tight,” he huffed into your ear before pulling out and thrusting back in harshly. Gods was he aggressive in the best way, brutally thrusting into your pussy as if he owned it already. His bruising grip tight on your thighs as he pushed them down, folding you in half for the best possible angle. “Rover, ahh,” he grunted, moving in close to suck and leave marks on your neck. You held onto him for dear life, clawing at his back, desperately trying to hold onto him. “H-harder please!” you whined into his ear, his pace quickened and his hips began slapping against you so hard, it echoed in the barely furnished room. Anyone outside would be able to hear the rough fucking that was happening right now but you didnt care. With the way Jiyans long cock nestled at you cervix everytime he thrust back in, a Threnodian army could bombard the encampment right now and you wouldn’t budge.

Your peak neared as he continued his thrusts, moaning and grunting everytime you clenched down, biting at your ear as you bared down so hard, he almost lost it. “Ah! I’m-“ your words caught in your thraot as you came, the blinding orgasm crashing into you like a truck. Jiyan’s hands came to wrap around your throat, gently squeezing as he leaned back to look down at you. Your fucked out expression, mouth hanging open with drool dripping down one corner of your mouth was all he needed to finally cum hard into you. He never lost eye contact with you, his mouth twisted into the most satisfied smile as he pumped his seed deep into you. You were certain you’d never in your life see someone as gorgeous as him in this moment. His eyes half lidded and dreamy, a cocky smirk on his face while sweat dripped from his brow, you had wished the two of you could fuck like this forever.

He helped you to sit up once he pulled out of you, leaving a trail of your mixed releases on the desk. His seed flowed out of you as you sat with your legs still spread, trying desperately to catch your breath. He chuckled and moved back to you, using his fingers to fuck his cum back into you. “I can’t think of anything more satisfying than you entering into battle full of my seed,” his fingers pumped into you over and over, causing you to claw at his chest, sure to leave trails of scratches on his beautifully defined body. “How much more of me can you take I wonder?” You moaned, another orgasm nearing as he dragged his fingers so deliciously inside of you. “As much as you want to give me general, “ you huffed out before spasming and clenching down on his fingers.

The two of you would fuck at least two more times before the battle, your cunt so full of him you started to feel it drip down between your legs as you fought. Once the fight was over, Jiyan tenderly picked you up, kissing and praising your prowess both in and out of battle, all the way back to HQ.

A/N: I’M-LISTEN JUST LEAVE ME ALONE 😭 id do anything for him and his cute blue pubes 🙏

#wuthering waves #wuwa jiyan #jiyan smut #wuwa smut #wuwa x reader #jiyan x reader #please enjoy while i go suck boothills robot cock for the next week

[skywalker1dream]

Title: The uncertain future

note: im sorry if i hurt anyone.... believe i cried while writing this too.... i wanted happy ending but.....yea..dont hate me pleas.

Summary: As the sister of Lewis Hamilton, you watched the friendship between him and Nico Rosberg flourish and then crumble. Your heart, however, has always belonged to Nico. Now, with old wounds reopened and hidden feelings exposed, you find yourself torn between the love of your life and the brother you adore. In this tragic love story, you must make a heart-wrenching decision that will change everything.

Warnings: Angst, emotional conflict, family tension, panic attack

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The sound of engines roaring in the distance was a constant reminder of the world you lived in. The world where your brother, Lewis Hamilton, was a star, and where your heart had silently but steadfastly clung to Nico Rosberg.

You were standing at the edge of the paddock, watching as Lewis and Nico avoided each other, the tension between them palpable. It had been years since their friendship had broken down, and yet the pain was still fresh. You could see it in Lewis’s eyes whenever Nico’s name was mentioned, and you could feel it in the pit of your stomach whenever you saw Nico.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The three of you had grown up together, sharing dreams and ambitions. But as Lewis and Nico’s rivalry intensified, so did the cracks in their friendship. You were caught in the middle, torn between the love for your brother and the hidden feelings you harbored for Nico.

Nico spotted you and walked over, his eyes softening as they met yours. “Hey, can we talk?” he asked quietly, his voice a blend of hope and hesitation.

You nodded, your heart pounding. “Sure, let’s go somewhere private.”

The two of you found a quiet corner away from the prying eyes of the media and the team. Nico took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I know it’s complicated with Lewis and everything, but… I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Nico, I… I’ve felt the same way. But Lewis… he’ll never accept it.”

Nico reached out, taking your hands in his. “I know it’s not fair to ask you to choose, but I can’t pretend anymore. I need to know if there’s a chance for us, despite everything.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked into his. “I want to be with you, Nico. But I don’t want to hurt Lewis. He’s my brother, and he’s already lost so much.”

“Then what do we do?” Nico’s voice was barely a whisper, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “I don’t know how.....how to choose between you two.”

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The next few days were a blur of races, press conferences, and strained conversations. You avoided Lewis, knowing that your face would betray the turmoil inside you. But you couldn’t avoid him forever.

One evening, Lewis cornered you in your hotel room, his expression a mixture of confusion and hurt. “What’s going on with you and Nico?” he demanded, his voice tight with emotion.

You sighed, feeling the weight of the secret you had been carrying. “Lewis, I didn’t want to tell you because I knew it would hurt you. But… I’m in love with him. I have been for a long time.”

Lewis’s eyes widened, and he took a step back, as if physically struck by your words. “You’re in love with Nico? After everything he’s done?”

“It’s not that simple,” you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. “I love him, but I love you too. I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Lewis shook his head, his expression hardening. “You have to choose, [your name]. You can’t have both. If you’re with him, you’re betraying me.”

Your heart shattered at his words, the decision you had been dreading now laid bare before you. “Lewis, please don’t make me do this.”

“I’m sorry, but you have to,” he insisted, his voice cold and final. “It’s him or me.”

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That night, you met Nico in the hotel lobby, your heart heavy with the decision you had made. He looked at you, hope and fear mingling in his eyes. “What did he say?”

You took a deep breath, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “He said I have to choose. And I.....I choose him, Nico. I’m..... I’m so sorry.”

Nico’s face crumpled, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I understand. I always knew it might come to this. I just… I wish things were different.”

You clung to him, the tears flowing freely now. “So do I. More than anything.”

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The days that followed were a blur of pain and heartache. You watched as Nico moved on, his eyes losing some of their spark. Lewis, too, seemed more distant, a part of him closed off forever.

You had made your choice, but the cost was more than you could bear. In choosing your brother, you had lost the love of your life. And in losing Nico, you had lost a part of yourself.

As you stood alone at the edge of the paddock, the roar of the engines a distant echo, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had made the right choice. But some choices, once made, can never be undone.

One particularly grueling day, the weight of your decision bore down on you more heavily than usual. Every interaction felt hollow, every laugh forced. You felt like a ghost of yourself, drifting through life without purpose. The pressure built until you could no longer hold it back.

You were in the paddock, surrounded by the familiar noise and chaos of race day, when the panic attack hit. Your chest tightened, and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. The world spun around you, and your vision blurred. You stumbled, clutching at your chest as you tried to draw in a breath, but it felt like your lungs were being squeezed by an iron fist.

Lewis was the first to notice. He rushed to your side, his face etched with worry. “[your name], what’s wrong? Talk to me!”

You couldn’t speak. All you could do was shake your head, tears streaming down your face as you fought for air. Lewis wrapped his arms around you, his voice a soothing murmur in your ear. “It’s okay. Just breathe. I’m here.”

Gradually, the world came back into focus, and you managed to draw in a shaky breath. But the relief was short-lived. The emotional dam broke, and you snapped.

“This is all your fault!” you screamed, pushing Lewis away. “You....you made me choose! You made me give up the love of my life!”

Lewis’s face fell, hurt and confusion mixing in his eyes. “[ your name], I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought I was protecting you.”

“Protecting me?” you spat, the anger boiling over. “You tore my heart in two! You made me choose between you and Nico, and now I’m broken. I can’t....I can’t live like this anymore, Lewis. I can’t live without him.”

Lewis’s expression crumpled, and he reached out to you, but you stepped back. “I need to fix this. I need to be with Nico.”

Before he could respond, you turned and fled, your heart pounding as you made your way to Nico’s home. Every step felt like a race against time, a desperate bid to reclaim the happiness you had lost.

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When you arrived at Nico’s door, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the doorbell. What if it was too late? What if he had moved on, leaving you behind in the wreckage of your choices?

But you had to try. Taking a deep breath, you rang the bell.

After a few moments, the door opened. But it wasn’t Nico who stood before you. It was a woman, her expression one of polite curiosity. “Can I help you?”

Your heart plummeted. “I… I’m looking for Nico. Is he here?”

The woman hesitated, glancing over her shoulder before looking back at you. “He’s not here right now. Can I tell him who’s asking?”

You swallowed hard, fighting back the tears. “Just… tell him [your name] stopped by.”

She nodded, offering a sympathetic smile. “I’ll let him know.”

As the door closed, you stood there, feeling the weight of the world crashing down on you. It was too late. Nico had moved on, and you were left standing on the doorstep of what could have been.

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The drive back was a blur. You felt numb, the pain of your decision and the realization of its consequences settling like a leaden weight in your chest. When you arrived at your hotel, Lewis was waiting for you, his expression a mixture of concern and guilt.

“Did you find him?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head, unable to meet his eyes. “He’s not there. He’s with someone else now.”

Lewis stepped closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, darling. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you finally looked at him. “But you did, Lewis. And now I’ve lost everything...”

He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly as you sobbed into his chest. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”

But as you clung to him, the void inside you remained. The love you had lost, the life you had given up, all of it weighed heavily on your heart.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #fanfic #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #sir lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #nico rosberg x reader #nico rosberg x you #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #brocedes #brocedes fic

[jackmanbj]

bikini bottom

summary: you go to the beach with your boyfriend for the first time.

a/n: i think im back .. probably for good

you got into the passengers side while jack started packing everything into the trunk of the car.

when he was done he went to the drivers side and started playing the music on the radio.

“j how long is the drive?”

“about twenty minutes why?”

“cause you were rushing me i didn’t have time to do my makeup and now its not going to get done cause its only a twenty minute drive.”

“mamas were literally going to a beach..with water you dont need makeup..”

“i might not even get in the water!”

“baby you amazing you don’t even need the makeup can we go?”

“you’re just saying thattt!”

jack didn’t listen to you convincing him to let you do your makeup and pulled off.

when you both got to the beach jack immediately got in the water but you decided to tan for a little while.

after about 10 minutes you were lying on your stomach when you felt water dripping on your back.

you turned around and seen cench hovering over you, the water dripping off his chest onto your back.

“boy more you blocking my sun!”

“never seen somebody so spoiled they called the the sun ‘their sun’.”

“well you seen one now, move!”

you pushed him and he dramatically fell onto the ground.

“you are so embarrassing get the hell up!”

“my leg!”

“boy this is not no fucking spongebob, jackman get upp!”

jack pouts and gets up “ma watch this!” jack says as he runs into the ocean while you watch making you giggle

“jack your really a big child”

jack didnt hear you and continued to play in the water

after five minutes of watching him you decided to go get in the water for a while

“i told you that you would get in the water”

“jack hush because im not even gon’ be in long, and did you put on sunscreen? you know yo’ ass sunburn”

“no..”

you sighed and grabbed him by the arm and brought him to the chairs to put sunscreen on him

“there now you can go back and get in the water”

jack immediately got up and ran to the water with you laughing and walking behind him

“jack boo come here” you say calling him to the shallow part of the water where you were

“huh?” jack says coming back by you with his hair soaked from being underwater

“im hungry is there any close food spots?”

“uhmm… not that i know of, wanna go get some?”

“no not right now your having fun”

“it’s fine im getting tired anyway” jack says rising out of the water and picking you up carrying you bridal style to the chairs

jack places you on the chairs and you both dry of and start getting dressed in coverup outfits.

you both decided to go to canes being as though it was your favorite food.

“jackie after we eat what do you want to do?”

“i dont know mamas, its up to you really.”

you thought about it for a second before asking to just go back to the room and relax a while.

while you both were eating you took some of jacks food and he popped your hand away.

“jackman i know you didnt just pop me like im a child.”

jack laughed and kissed your forehead before getting up and throwing away the trash.

“come on pretty girl, lets go back to the room.”

you and jack walked the 10 minutes to the hotel. once you were in the room you put on a movie for yall to watch together.

“jackie bring the weighted blanket” “i forgot to pack it” “jackk! i told you several times to pack it!” “i know mamas i forgot, im sorry”

you huffed and turned to face the tv while jack came next to you

“your so pretty baby..”

you smiled and kissed jack “thank you handsome..”

“i love you girl” he said smiling and wrapping his arms around you “i love you to, forever and always?”

“forever and always my girl”

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x you #im back

[landolovef]

Going home - lando norris

Summary: Many months had went into planning this trip. From the timing, the days and the activities to scheduling down who your going to introduce to your boyfriend and at what time and day. You hed spent everyday making sure that this was going to go perfectly just for everything to change last minute

Warnings: swearing

As a Canadian i felt it was right to use canada as the country. Plus fc is canadian as well!!

Over the last months after moving in with lando although everything had gone perfect its began to feel lonely. The constant change happening has been feeling like to much recently so you decided to plan a trip for yourself and lando to go back to your home in canada. To reunite with your loved ones and friends.

Yes Lando knows about the trip and everything that is planned for the two of you yet he does not possess the same excitement that has been slowly creeping inside of you. Infact Lando is dreading this trip and everything about it. Including going to canada, meeting new people and just everything. He thought that it was made clear by his reactions to your plans that he did not want to accompany you on this trip. every time you mention it his face drops and he groans.

You know about how much lando doesnt want to go on this trip with you but you cant figure out why. You want to share your life with him. You want to share where you came from your friends your family and everything in between. Yet he just doesn’t seem on board for reasons you and him are not even sure about.

Finally approaching the final days before the trip you decide to sit down with Lando and have a conversation with him about him refusing to come with you. Althought the conversation beging peaceful you never expected for it to come to this.

“Lando please just tell me why you cant come with me ive spent months planning this for us me and you not me alone” you plead with him hoping hell understand how important this is for you.

“Ive made plans plus canada is a shit country anyway I’ve seen it before i don’t need to see it again” lando states out of anger leaving you confused.

“Oh… im going to leave don’t follow me dont text me just not until i get back at least” it hurt, it hurt you to hear lando say your country isnt worth visiting, it hurts to hear hes disregarded every plan you had made for the two of you just to make his own. It hurt knowing he didn’t care enough to do something he knew you were so excited about even if he didn’t want to. Everything about him doing this hurt.

Lando knew he fucked up the moment he saw you leave with your suit case. He didn’t mean to hurt you he just had other things he wanted to do during his summer break and that doesn’t include spending it in canada. He made

Plans about a week ago to go golfing with Carlos and his father, he made plans to stream with max, he made plans to stream with filly,

And he had stuff he wanted to do with quadrant he didn’t see the big deal.

2 days later you made it to the airport alone. You had an uber drop you off. In the uber you have came to the conclusion that you don’t need lando to enjoy spending time with your family and friends so you had blocked his number. Although you and all of your friends knew that this was only temporary until you get back to Monaco. You thought it was best you and Lando have some space as he truly did hurt you with every action and every word he had said and done.

Making it to canada your first stop off the plane is to grab a coffee from Tim hortons as it was closest to the airport.

Lando at home had been busy all these plans he made have finally caught up to him and he’s realizing now that he not getting the break he had thought he would during the summer. He missed you, he missed waking up with you he missed your voice, your smile just everything about you. You had been radio silent for days and lando doesn’t understand why so he decided to be the first to reach out

It’s not till he’s speaking with max does he notice that he’s been blocked. Max made him realize a lot that day including why you had been so upset about what he said and his choices to set up his own plans when you had spent months planning something for the both of you.

He feels guilty. He knows he messed up and he knows he has to make up for it. It doesn’t help when he sees your instagram post about how much you had missed home and your friends. So he spends the next day setting everything up. He messages your parents to see when would be a good time to stop by, he books a flight, and finally packs everything he needed from the list you had sent him a while ago.

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YourUsername: canada i missed you couldnt be more glad to be back

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-YourUsername you would be correct

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- username4 hes not with her?

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-YourUsername: all you

Finally he knocks. You’re confused and so are your friends. No one else was coming over so who was knocking? You paused the movie which happened to be your and landos favourite movie to watch together the hangover.

As you swing the door open your met with the piercing eyes of Lando which makes you feel so many different things. He’s here.

He’s actually here you don’t believe it so you do what you see in movies and punch him in the arm but not hard enough to hurt him.

“Ouch babe what the hell” Lando exclaims even though you both knew it didn’t hurt.

“Sorry had to make sure you were real plus you deserve that” he knows he does, he really does deserve that and so much more. So as he pulls you into the tightest hug ever he whispers.

“I know i know im so sorry i fucked everything up, i fucked up this trip you’ve been planning for months and in the process i hurt you im so sorry you have no idea” he continues to go on and on so you pull him into a deep heart felt kiss that he knew meant you appreciated him coming.

Although you knew he still had to work to be forgiven in the moment all you cared was that despite not wanting to he had come all this way.

Authur:

Thankyou to everyone who reached out last post and to everyone who engaged means alot!!

Also i messed up the text messaages nooo just know their meant to be from lando to y/n

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #lando norizz #lando x reader #lando imagine

[the-kipsabian]

HEY FELLAS I NEED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT (or well its important to me so. do whatever you wish with this information lmao)

i wanna show you something thats high key kinda cool actually

we did this today

now, to you this may not seem like much of a big deal. "oh wow a ship tag reaches 100 works on ao3, thats like every day"

except its not every day. not in this fandom, not with rare pairs, especially not with this one lmao. out of these 100 uploads, at the moment, 94% of them are literally just done by two people, yours truly and my blessed partner in crime @midnightpretenders0 💜 there are others, and bless their hearts and incredible fics, but seriously just.. i hate tooting my own horn but without our contribution this ship would be in single digits still very likely

theres just something about this that makes me really proud idk. that we ever got this far. having this ship be one of the few, i believe, in the aew tag that reaches in triple digits of fics. that i have such an incredible co-writer without who none of this would have been possible. without who i wouldnt be still writing and trying to create even nearly to the degree that i am. its just... power of friendship and being completely insanely delusional over our favorite blorbos making out ya know? 💜💜💜

im just feeling a lot of things right now but yeah. peep some fics in there. theres so much good stuff, which feels very selfish to say LMAO but its true tho. we got this far for a reason

anyways i love you all im just. very proud. of us. of bugs. of myself. just keeping this fucking thing up no matter what. god i dont. this is the stupidest post ive ever written and such a stupid thing to be proud of but who gives a shit after all this fucking effort this deserves to be said

💜💜💜

#..not to mention this is just a fraction of things that were actually uploaded to ao3. theres still loads more lmao #but those are a thing for another time if at all so. heres to a hundred. maybe more in the future #cheers i just wanted to be an emotional bastard for a while sorry not sorry LMAO #night is an absolute mess on main

[banshatheblademaster]

g-ghost swap...? (i don't need to explain to you guys who morro's gonna swap with)

Bansha: - Master of fire. hotheaded, eager to fight, prideful and kinda ruthless, much like her canon counterpart. - does care deeply about her fellow ninja though. feels a bit of a need to appoint herself as the leader and prove she is worth becoming the green ninja. takes missions incredibly seriously, would do anything to succeed - born and raised in a smithery like kai, but starts out with more battle training being the sole overseer of her home by the time shes found and brought to the monastery. likely abandoned by her parents. has the golden blades bc blade master and all. something something 1000° knives - NO idea who nya would be i nthis swap maybe you gyus cna figure something out. - has a soft spot for ghoultar, likes causing mischief with wrayth occasionally and harbours respect (and a bit of jealousy) for soul archer

Ghoultar: - Master of earth. kind-hearted, a bit naive but incredibly loyal. mess with his friends and youre done for. - youngest of the crew. definitely has puppy privileges, but wants to be treated equal to the rest and thus trains harder than he needs to - his family owns a restaurant. his strength came in pretty handy when helping around the place, theyre unsure if his father or mother passed down their powers onto him since he lives mostly with his aunt and uncle. - the sunshine of the monastery. can even make bansha and ghoultar smile once in a while - golden scythe all the way but he is a bit clumsy with it

Wrayth: - Master of lightning. reckless thrill-seeker, kind of an asshole even to his friends. expressing onesself in a healthy and direct manner? dont know her - street kid, probably busted out of the orphanage and got kicked out eventually. wouldnt be surprised if he knew ronin. growing up like this gave him edge and a lot of skills but made it hard for him to trust others. - loves getting into trouble, and specifically getting his fellow ninja into trouble too. its fun for him to pester them, but god forbid they get annoyed, he cant deal with being alone for too long. - golden chains through which he channels lightning. almost as clumsy as ghoultar at first, he only knows how to throw hands. - bandaged face because of a lightning-induced injury on the back of his head

Soul Archer: - Master of Ice. reserved and cold much like his element, only intervenes verbally when he thinks its of upmost importance or when he is asked his opinion on a matter. speaks in a highly proper manner that could even rival their master. - born and raised in a family of high standing, roots able to be traced back to way back before the serpentine war. his mannerisms are a direct result of this environment and only being allowed to speak when necessary - already an archery master when he receives the golden bow. much like zane, he at first prefers to train solo rather than with his team (though its how everyone sans ghoultar handles the first few days aswell) - oldest of the bunch. seems very uninvolved with the others and whats on their mind, but once a connection is formed, he is able to open up a little about his life and his family.

(Bonus) Morro: - a little shit! secretly the green ninja though unbeknownst to anyone. - wu may be swapped with like a creepy gijinka of preeminent, but regardless, morro joins the team much like lloyd did. - him and bansha are pretty much exactly like kai and lloyd but. worse. she cannot stand his guts, as it seems (we know she does care bc hey, abandoned by those who were meant to care? sounds familiar enough) and he plays pranks on her a lot. makes the volcano scene all the more impactful, and they have a sister-brother bond later on - the prank playing means he gets to bond with wrayth first though. neat. until he pulls a prank on him too and its all back to hating the little guy - does this make lloyd the ghost of their masters past? yes! sure why not!

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago au #i doodled this up in like an hour bc i wanted the idea out. might delete later might not ill see #ninjago bansha #ninjago ghoultar #ninjago soul archer #ninjago wrayth

[maledistributionsystem]

He's older than you, stronger than you, farther in his transition than you. You think of him as an older brother, and he treats you like a little brother he's showing the ropes.

He check in to make sure you aint got symptoms of too high T, he be showin you how to size your clothes all proper like, he even brought you to a new shop to get your hair done at. You dont wanna ruin nothin, but you swear up and down this nigga got you in love.

You so far up in your own head though, you don't even notice. You don't notice how intentional it is, you don't notice that of all the locations to do a sub-q shot he without fail chooses to put it in your ass. You didnt notice how long his eyes lingered over your chest the first time you was able to take your top surgery bandages off, and your dense ass sure as hell aint notice how he manages to always find an excuse to sleep with you in your room.

What you did notice though, is that this time when he laid down behind you, and hugged you, this nigga hard as a rock.

You decided to be cool though, and let him settle down. Maybe it was just his wallet, or his phone. Sure the angle was wrong but grasping at straws is buying you time to not say anything out loud so you dont look dumb. You still drawing blanks. You haven't learned much about bottom surgeries yet, you know the two major types but you've been busy and the wait lists are long, no matter what its gone be awhile before you so much as get a consult. He got his done years before you'd met him. You just aint really looked too deeply into it yet.

So you dont get it, how is he hard?

Slowly you turn to face him, your face is burning but you're tryna play it cool, its not like he can see anything anyways. His eyes feel different right now, half-lidded but not like he's sleepy, you cant tell what this fuckers game plan is. You got lost looking in his eyes again and he smiles at you.

"What?"

You slowly rip the question outta your throat, syllable by syllable, askin him if he's actually hard right now. When he asks you if it bothers you, you dont really know how to respond. Doesn't he think of you as a little brother? he said as much right? Is he forreal into you? Is he just playin?

You're wearing the bewilderment on your face, and he starts snickering at you.

"C'mon lil man, you bothered or not?" You slowly shake your head. You wanna see it, actually, you wanna know how he's hard and what that means. He's grinning at you like he's gonna eat you, and turns you around to face him.

"Whatchu lookin so confused for?" He gently laughs the question at you, you can hear he tired but you get the feeling you're sorta being toyed with. your hand settles on his hip and you finally whisper, "Man lemme see it. Like how is you hard bro?".

You're not even looking at him anymore, you're looking at the bulge in his shorts. You knew he was a slut but you swear his dick just twitched. He answers you by pulling down the front of his shorts and letting his cock bounce out, and you're stunned.

You didn't know what to expect, but it looks like any other dick out there. You go to touch it but your hand falters before touching it. He lets out a breath and finally says something.

"There's a rod in the center, I can bend it into place so its like I'm hard. You wanna hold it?"

"Y-...?" You lose your question when you lock eyes with him again, he serious as hell. "...You really into me like that? Thought I was like yo little brother or somethin." You whisper.

"Still are." He breathes. Now your cock is throbbing, you ain't even realize you was hard before now. You have no idea what expression you're making, only that you're completely lost in his eyes. He's physically bigger than you too, and since he's laying higher on the bed than you he feels more imposing than he otherwise would.

"You sensitive? Like..." you don't know how to phrase what you want to say but he knows.

"C'mere scary ass." He chides gently as he takes your hand and wraps it around himself. You both let out a heavy breath and airily laugh in tandem about it.

You internally remark how warm it feels as you hold him firmly. You even swear you can feel his heartbeat, you wouldn't know if he hadn't already told you about how good his surgical team was and how you should go to them too.

You move further down on the bed, so you're face to face with it. You're equally amazed and deafeningly horny, now you wanna tease him, clearly he's into this, you want in on the fun too. You look up at him through your eye lashes and lick your lips.

"ayo big bro, lemme put it in my mouth, lemme see ho-" You can't even finish as he presses himself against your mouth and you eagerly breathe and swallow him down, groaning around his cock.

He groans and rolls his hips into your face, choking you on it till you reflexively pull back. "damn nigga you warm." pours out his mouth on the breath he let out, now your whole body is burning.

When you pull off, he sighs as you grip him again to stroke him languidly. "'m I gonna get set up like this?" you ask, just staring in awe.

"If you want. I can cum too."

Playfully you respond "Bro stop playin.", and he suddenly holds your wrist, hips stuttering.

"Lil ass talk too much." Suddenly his shin is against your shoulder and pushing you on your back as he keeps his knees to either side of you and hovers his hips above your face. The view of his balls has you panting like a dog, giving him the opportunity to press into your mouth.

He starts slow, finding a good angle so you dont choke so easily. As he thrusts faster he's panting louder, and you got your knees apart like you got somethin to grind on.

You got your hands on his hips, rubbing everywhere around his ass and the backs of his thighs, encouraging him to keep going. You're throbbing so hard you swear youre gonna cum from this somehow.

You hold his balls and in what little of your mind you got left you're marvelling them. You love the way they feel, and the way hes moaning make you think he likes the way you're massaging them.

When he cums you realized you missed the warning, him groaning your name and tensing up, you aint think much because he finally slowed down a bit right before he yelled. You suck as much as you can while you taste his cum, not thinkin about how he's right. He's got a hand on your head, not wanting to pull your durag off but clearly wanting to grip it.

he pulls outta your mouth and settles next to you while you stare at the ceiling. "You look zoned the fuck out." he laughs at you, and you roll your eyes even though he cant see you.

"Whatever you say daddy."

"Hush. Wanna see sumn?" he's got a hand on your cheek and you wanna drown in his post-nut voice, still you nod and look up at him like a good boy.

"Here," He shakes his cock a bit, and you hold the base. "This is how i be movin it." he shows you how to reshape the rod so he's soft again, or atleast looks soft. You're still amazed, amazed that one day this'll be you too, amazed that you'll get to fuck him too.

After you move to settle into his shoulder, he pulls his shorts back up and pulls up the blanket, you didn't know you was gonna do all that but you're fine with it. He better hope he knows he just unlocked a little monster thats gonna wanna see his dick all the time now.

#autoandrophile #autoandrophilia #forced masculinization #force masc #black ftm #black masculinity #mlm ftm #fauxcest #THIS IS SOOOOO SELF INDULGENT LOL #also sorry i posted this like a MOMENT too early fucking mobile is annoying #brother x brother fauxcest save meeeee oh my fucking gods #dw yall i will make a m/f one too sometime lol #i just had this incredible brainworm to show yall lmao

[sirludox]

please tell me all about your zosan pony verse i love them!

Oh my god it would be an honour! I'll start off by mentioning that the reason I chose Sanji as a pegasus was I see his more flamboyant personality fitting that better and i just could not imagine a horse wielding 3 swords without some sort of help so I tinkered how unicorn magic works slightly with it being more closely related to mental and physical strength rather than just being a sort of cheat code haha! Also it was fun imagining a more brutish unicorn compared to the usual elegance of one! Zoro did in fact lose his horn with his first meeting of Mihawk! I was debating making him lose it when he lost his eye but I felt like him dedicating himself even more to training and meditation to make up for what he's lost fit better with it occurring much earlier on than randomly off screen like his eye. Sanji also witnessing him lose his horn yet still declare his loyalty and never losing a fight again would push Sanji to join the crew since he cant fly Sanji, like I said, can't fly mostly related to a) the deformed genes from the poison and b) his wings were bound down when he was a kid by Judge while he was imprisoned much like how he had the helmet on. While their growth wasn't affected, having no prior training on top of the messed up genes means as much as he can do with "flying" is gliding off of tall places or high up but even then that's limited. His "sky walk" is still done with his legs like in the original, so while he can technically "fly", he can't feel the wind between his wings like he normally should for having wings and so he often enjoys spreading his wings out on windy days to ease the desire of "freedom"! He uses his wings primarily as he would hands now, using them to carry food and dishes out and express emotions with them, and absolutely hates having them constricted (it begins to freak him out slightly). Sanji then learnt to use his legs (mostly his back ones) for fighting from Zeff (whom im still debating lost a leg or a wing) and the rest is history! These two still bicker and are the exact same as they are in the original, just with the bonus addition of them bonding over them missing their core "features" of their kind, a broken horn and useless wings. They never ever bring these aspects up in a way to offend/insult the other, as they know they're both rather sensitive topics, but they both use what they've lost to their advantage and dont let any of it hold them back Some more unique quirks they have now are:

Sanji preens/grooms his feathers a LOT and takes a lot of care with them. These days (20's), he's allowed Zoro to preen him when he can't from injuries, and Zoro is good with it/surprisingly gentle after learning from Kuina

Unicorns usually rub/touch horns gently in a comforting manner between family or extremely close (wink wink) others, and butting heads/clashing is more aggressive (which is why zosan often bump heads when arguing). As a trade off for the preening Sanji will often gently touch his head to Zoro's as thanks, or when he's in a particularly bad spot (be it physically or mentally) as a way to comfort him without words being needed to be said. Sanji doesn't know the more romantic connotations of it <3

Sanji tends to "fluff up" during preening as subconsciously finding it extremely relaxing and pleasing and Zoro pokes fun at him for it a little but not too much to avoid scaring him away

40 year old Zosan here has Sanji much more comfortable asking Zoro for a preen or "demanding for it" and Zoro finds it "so annoying" but does it anyway (theyre grossly in love)

Sanji will tease Zoro for being so "brute" as a unicorn, and Zoro teases Sanji for being a "dumb peacock"

Sorry for so much of a ramble haha they're just so much fun to work with, and included a couple sketches to kind of go along with things and explore other characters! If you (or anyone) has any other questions I'll be happy to answer ❤️ (sorry if some of this doesnt make sense haha)

#one piece #op #roronoa zoro #zoro #black leg sanji #sanji #zosan

[leydenkilgore]

about permashifting

part 2. of my about shifting series..

Permashifting is just saying you want to shift permanently and make your desired reality your original reality. I perceive it is as the same as respawning with just different ways of getting there. It isn’t any easier or harder than shifting, manifesting or getting into the void state. The complication comes from making it the end all be all of your world. Which is a little harsh but true. In daily life, we for the most part approach tasks without much thought or any excessive attention. However when it comes to shifting we tend to rationalize it by making methods, reasons, excuses and rules. It’s not you to blame, it’s just human nature to over complicate things.

While it may be hard to (especially if you tend to have anxiety and easily worry) thinking of it as just a regular part of life or your routine can do wonders. You don’t even have to affirm just in the back of your head associate shifting realities as a natural part of your day. You dream regularly and you do so without effort because we have come to expect it. Expect shifting just like you would dreaming. When you think of the end of the day, think of becoming aware of your desired reality without much effort. You can also affirm if you want to.

Personally, I wouldn’t shift permanently to somewhere I’ve never been because I wouldn’t know if I liked it or not. Of course you can always shift back to where you are from originally if you really want to. You don’t get stuck in a reality whether you shifted permanently or not. In general, no undesired situation is permanent or unable to fixed. So do what feels best.

I have been shifting fully for four years for long amounts of time, but have been trying to permashift for the same amount of time. Because I have just not been ready to leave this life behind permanently. Usually I decide to permashift on a specific day that has meaning to me: my birthday, my name day, a full moon or the northern lights. There is no benefit to this I just like it for plot reasons. I scripted that when I permashift I will see all my memories from my thirteen drs and then fall into a base of a waterfall kind of. (I do the later part often in my waiting room to enter different realities but it’s not really water. It’s more like phasing at least that is what Ryuk who is like some kind of otherworldly intelligent conscious in the body of a cat describes it. It feels like merging your soul, I guess.)

I live in upper coastal Northern California where we were able to see the Northern Lights without much interference. So I went to the beach not too far from me and walked there for a bit. I decided to shift and came back home. I did my usual method and woke up in sleep paralysis maybe an hour later. Then I opened my eyes and began to physically see my memories. I saw a variety of memories from all my drs. Until I felt myself being kind of pulled not physically but like my soul was being pulled from my body. It’s really hard to describe this feeling. After that I dont recall thinking too much because I’m shifting to live my life from beginning to end so I would be an infant. I just remember my memories sort of fading and I got concerned about my cat outside. So I quickly came back. But I was really about to permashift because I have never gone to my childhood in that reality. I’ve only done my later years there. I forgot about this until I was going over my script and just remembered this as an hallucination before bed.

Anyways…that’s all I have to say about permashifting. Feel free to ask me questions about anything shifting related and I’ll do my best to answer. But seriously stop reading this and go shift already!

#shiftblr #shifting #shifting community #shifting antis dni #sucess story #manifestation #loa #shifting realities #manifesting #reality shifting #shifting motivation #shifting blog #conciousness #permashifting

[haunted-headset-alt]

hi!! i love your hh stuff.if you dont mind,would you mind doing alastor,charlie and adam (all seperate,lol) comforting child (9-12ish) reader? like they see reader as a younger sibling,or a their child! thank you sm,if u do this! hopefully,its not too much-

Don't Cry!

summary: Charlie, Alastor, & Adam comforting you (child reader)!

warnings: mentions of crying, mentions of depression, swearing, mentions of cannibalism (Alastor)

tags: (as always, just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on the taglist!) @o-kye@lil-stormcloud @zuuriell @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx@zoexia@ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective@blu3-lemonad3@myheartticks@joviepog@mochamuff1n@unbeleevable@danvstheworld @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons

Alastor (child reader [father figure Alastor]):

Alastor had heard sniffling coming from your room in the hotel, but he had just assumed that you had a stuffy nose.

That was until he heard little sobs from your room 20 minutes later.

"What did I say about a smile, de-"

^^ You were curled up in your bed, hugging your tear-stained pillow, buried under at least 5 blankets.

Alastor was never the best at comforting others, but he tried his hardest to make out what you were saying through your cries. You said something about how others in Hell mocked you for being an imp.

What a foolish reason to bully a child! You can't control being an imp, so why would they act like you made that choice?

They were all dead by the next morning.

Alastor, having no idea what else he should do, took you on a trip to Cannibal Town for tea with Rosie (which you giddily accepted!) & flesh-eating (which you politely declined)!

Charlie (sibling reader):

She knew something was up before you were even upset. You were sluggish, you rarely came out of your room, & you weren't smiling as much!

Expect loads of unexplained boxes of candies & cookies outside of your door, random stuffed animals in your room, etc. She just wants to make sure you feel okay!

It took you a few days to figure it out, & then you just had to explain it to her: you & your best friend had a big argument & hadn't been talking.

Charlie immediately tries to fix it! She's trying to set up a meeting with you & your friend to work things out, she's writing apology scripts, etc.

Eventually, you snap & tell her that you don't want any of this & you just need time to grieve.

Expect 10 apology emails next morning!

Adam (sibling reader):

He's pretty dense (no offense [hey that rhymed]), so Adam had no idea you were upset until another angel had told him that you hadn't done any of your extermination work in 2 weeks & that you also hadn't eaten much.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" is his first question upon entering your messy room & seeing your miserable self.

You tried to explain to him that you were going through a depressive episode, but he didn't understand.

^^ "Being depressed is just being sad, isn't it?"

^^ This led to a 2-hour-long conversation about depression & a 1-hour-long research period.

^^ "EVERYONE LEAVE Y/N ALONE, THEY'RE DECOMPRESSED-" "It's 'depressed', Adam." "That's what I said!"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel adam #adam #hazbin adam #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #child reader #sibling reader

[wcbbfics]

WILDFLOWER (pt 2)

summary - sophia and paige had been close friends for a long time but now they both have a secret. sophia is hiding something from paige about her past. and paige is hiding her real feelings for soph.

paige x uconn student

warnings: RAPE, LANGUAGE, SUGGESTIVE, EATING DISORDER, USE OF SLURS!!

authors note: this chapter is a backstory on sophia’s secret.

enter with caution!!

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november 2023- sophia’s point of view

“3, 2, 1,” we all yell in unison. im standing in a circle with 5 girls i dont know and becca my best friend.

I tip the shot glass back into my mouth. the vodka stinging my throat as i swallowed.

“i’m so glad your here” becca says into my ear. the party we’re at smells like sweat and alcohol and the musics base is ratting the entire house.

“me too” i slur out. i am a bit of a light weight when it comes to vodka.

“hey baby” my boyfriend wraps his arms around my waist pulling me into a kiss. he kisses me hard and authoritative.

“babeee” i whine out pushing him off me. but his arms stay wrapped around my waist holding me too him. i can smell the alcohol on his breath as he looks around the party.

“you wanna get out of here” he yells in my ear.

“i think becca is driving me home, she’s our dd”

“i ordered a uber. we’re leaving” he grabs my arm and starts pulling me towards the door.

“noooo” i pull my arm out of his grasp and stumble back into a tall frame.

“woah you good” i turn my body to face the voice. the prettiest blue eyes are focused on mine. she reaches up and grabs my shoulders to settle me. her hands are warm as they linger on my shoulders

“ya im fine” i say holding eye contact

“sophia we’re leaving now” evan grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

the blonde looks at him with disgust. then her eyes shift to me and soften. “do you know him?”

“yes but…”

“sophia come on now” evan yells out interrupting me

the tall pretty girls steps forward and pushes evan off me.

“i don’t think she wants to go with you” she says sternly

“bitch you don’t tell me what my girlfriend wants”

“what the fuck did you just call me” she takes another step forward almost in front of me now.

“it’s fine i’ll go with him” i say to her, walking over to evan.

“are you sure” she says to me with concern

“ya”

evan grabs my waist and we walk out of the frat house. we both get into the uber he order. no one speaks until we get out of the car in front of his dorm.

“what the fuck as that” he spits out at me

“what do you mean.”

“your little girlfriend protecting you”

“I dont even know that girl”

“so your a fag now” he starts walking into his dorm room.

“what, no”

evan turns around and pins me to the door. he starts kissing me. lips already feeling bruised from the intense sucking he is doing.

“get off me” i yell pushing him off me

“you wanna go fuck your girlfriend” he snarls back

i turn to open the door but he grabs me. lifting me up and carrying me to his bed.

“take off you clothes” he demands

“no im leaving”

evan walks toward me and rips off my shirt and short leaving me exposed to him.

“i’m going to fuck you until all you can think about is me not your little fag girlfriend”

evan grabs my waist and starts taking off his pants. tears are streaming down my face my self worth going with it. he pounds into me over and over my body limp against his. when he’s finally done he throws me out of the dorm with no clothes. then he opens the door and throws my clothes and purse at me. my purse hits me in the face. tears are streaming down my face as dress my self. i walk down the street until i get to my dorm room.

i walk into my perfect room with my bed perfectly made. i glance at myself in the mirror my makeup smudged from my crying. my hair is messy and tangled. i undress and put on my baggiest clothes. slumping into my bed just as i start crying again.

that night would whisper into every moment i had. i never slept i never went out of the house. i basically stopped existing. my grades plummeted, but my weight skyrocketed. the weeks after my soul was broken i would sleep all day and eat all night. only waking if i was interpreted by my phone. evan hasn’t dared to contact me so i knew when my phone started buzzing that it wasn’t him. it was becca. i didn’t answer it. talking to her felt like such a chore and she only called me when she needed something. but i was already awake and it was only 2pm so i got up and went to the bathroom.

i had covered up every mirror in my room. the thought of seeing my broken body was something i could deal with at the moment. but today i was feeling brave. i tore off the sheet covering the bathroom mirror. i looked like a mess. my usual long hair beautiful hair was tangled and frizzy. and my clear skin was breaking out in large ugly spots. i felt disgusting. all i wanted to do was cover up the mirror again and jump back in bed but the only way to move forward was to do things i didnt want to do. So i tore off my dirty clothes and stepped on the scale. my body was always something guys worshiped. i was curvy in the hips and skinny in the waist. guys always told me i had the perfect body. but what i saw was the rolls and dips of the fat that covered every inch of my body. my anxiety peaked as the scale loaded. i had let myself go over these past weeks. and i knew i wouldn’t like the number it will show.

169.00

my stomach dropped. i had really ate that much. my whole life my mother tattooed her hateful words into my mind “a girl should be less than 130.00 pounds”, “a pretty girl should never weigh more than a boy”, “a girl should be petite and skinny”.

and now Evan had hit the button i buried so deep in my heart right in the center. and i spiraled. i tried every diet imaginable. i would work out for 3 hours a day trying to keep my figure small. until i was so skinny that my body couldn’t take it. the holiday were when it hit me hard being in the cold with no one around me. and it wasn’t long until i woke up in a hospital bed. tubes pushing calories into me without my permission. the doctors took away my scales and dressed me in a plastic gown. they shoved tasteless mush into me. forcing me to gain back the weight. i would beg and beg for them to make it stop. but nothing changed. i was moved into a recover center and i stay there for 4 months. i refused to get better. i was finally let out after 10,512,011.5 seconds of hell.

it was a week later when i went to kk party and that moment would change my life for ever.

Thanks for reading!

#paige buckets #paige x reader #paige bueckers #basketball #wcbb x reader #wcbb #uconn wbb #fanfic

[ae-neon]

Regarding the sex pet introduction. I remember reading this post from The Lady Of Bloodshed and it was an ask about Feyre standing in the Spring Court VS Night Court. I think it was an old post, please forgive me if I recall it wrong. Please correct me if i got it wrong.

But yes, it also disturb me the fact Rhys introduce her as a whore VS Tamlin introduce her as the "next SC lady". I remember Tamlin set the party and everyone was joyous, respectful to Feyre. Mind you, Tamlin introduce Feyre to his close circle, his childhood friends and we know this friends has influence in SC political structure and dynamic. Tamlin trusted her and I would say he respect her and want the SC to respect her too (Credit to Tamlin from Acotar 1).

But rhys? Suddenly out of nowhere he bring a whore to the Hewn City event/party? No introduction, no proper gathering, no introducing Feyre who is who in HC. Suddenly, Feyre a whore.

If you see this from HC people POV, wont they be disgusted with Rhys and especially Feyre? "The HL kidnapp a Spring Court bride and made her a whore in our court" and of course HC people hated Feyre. Their position os vulnerable because of their HL kidnapped another HL bride. This is emphasize by Cressida when they visit Summer Court.

I get Feyre will be clueless of this but Rhys? It was as if he wanted to isolate Feyre and control Feyre narrative of other. All other court they visited or have history is bad IF rhys think they are bad. Spring Court,? Bad history and suddenly Feyre destroy the court. Summer Court? Rhys somehow dont like them and lie to them and have Feyre stole the book. Autumn? Yeah, they got beef in the HL meeting and Feyre accidentally burn the Lady Autmn hands and then proceed to bully,make fun Lucien and his band.

Urghh I hate the whole thing Rhys introduce him as a sex pet. Feyre was a mortal that got through the trial and can be seen as hero to Prythian but now she is a whore, kidnapped bride from SC and your man dont even do a public marriage with you. It really make me itch thinking Rhys did not do a proper wedding with Feyre. He is a HL, establishing a proper ceremony with his wife is important. It legitimaze Feyre position and guarantee safety of his future heir from being ostracize in the succession line. It would be silly for a 500 years old male not knowing of this.

While all this thing of wedding, confirming Feyre position is not done by Rhys. Tamlin at least acknowledge this thing and were ready to handed it to Feyre.

Yeah yeah, I get Feyre dont want to this docile pretty pretty Wife. But the narrative of her position can be set up and change later after she got married (Though it dont happen because tamlin got paranoid). The least was, she will be wed to Tamlin and recognize as Lady of SC. Any attempt to hurt her is seen as hurting SC overall and challenging Tamlin as HL. Now, Feyre introduce as whore in Night Court. No one would careless if she die why? No paper work, no ceremony,no legitimazation frkm the HL himself.

Thats all, thanks coming to my Ted talk. I shall go lunch and back to Email Factory

Hello Email Factory anon

it's morning for me, I already typed a long reply to this, but Tumblr is fighting me, so I had to get out of bed and fetch my laptop.

(keep in mind i have not read SF and likely never will)

For many fans, Feyre's status of High Lady isn't something they question. Acotar Elon Musk aka Riceball said it is, so it is.

For some antis, they question the validity of it. the argument being: The HL title is not something the current High Lord can pass or share with whoever he chooses, HL is chosen by the land. there is no evidence, lore wise, that supports Riceball being able to make Feyre HL.

my personal theory is that Feyre could actually be HL of ANY or ALL courts due to her having a part of their magic. my evidence being that she was able to bypass the security of that temple in Summer because the magic recognised her as Tarquin. i think Feyre essentially has a skeleton key to every court.

and i think Rice knew that.

i think he recognised not only the threat, but the potential there and not just isolate her, as you pointed out, but fool her too. by having a private ceremony in which he makes her think it was him who granted her the status of HL.

I also think, to varying degrees of intention, he then went on to undermine her authority in each section of his court

The title of Cursebreaker, which should have been the key to his diplomatic strategy in MAF and WAR, was instead replaced

in Velaris:

Feyre could have easily secured lots of love and respect from her actions as the Saviour of the Rainbow. But fast-forward and post war all she has done is a little bit of philanthropy, have sex in the sky, build a 5th house and paint.

Im not sure what she could do for Velaris but what we do get is more about herself and the ic than the people

in Illyria:

Lets start with the fact that because the only Illyrians Feyre knows personally are Rice, Casserole and Adzuki Bean - she should have a more positive or at least optimistic view of Illyrians. but she wastes no time in absorbing and identifying with their racism. and sjm's racist narrative is not going to confront Feyre even when Illyrians only actions on paper are fighting and dying in the war against Hybern.

the books and it's fans will cite the fgm-like cultural practices but not confront that Rice and Co. have done nothing to actually stop or punish it, and admit to needing Illyrian's as fodder - something that is only possible when the society is kept at the brink of anarchy and war, necessitating the continued brutalization of its women and children

Feyre should have gotten the Valkyrie plot. yea, it's a white saviour trope but she is the official ruler of these people so the least she can do is help them, immerse herself in their culture (instead of just wearing their skins willy nilly) and maybe even adopted some kids idk

in the Hewn City:

first we need to set straight that the HC - not Velaris, a secret city - is the offical capital of the Night Court and the seat of it's HL. the people who live in it are the nobility. in a world of eugenics and lesser classes like acotar, this matters

we have already seen that the HL title can skip a royal line and fall to not directly in the line of succession, regardless of gender. (in Summer, the title skipped not just Princess Cresseida but also Prince Varian, to pass to their cousin, Tarquin)

we have also seen that age, even within the direct line of succession, is not a determining factor. (With Tamlin it skipped his older brothers and with Lucien, though we know he is not Beron's son, his older brothers legitimately believed him to be next in line)

given all of this, it is entirely possible that someone from the HC might be next in line. and yet Rice makes no attempt to truly bridge the gap between his Court of Dreams and Court of Nightmares. he introduces the person he knows is his mate to them as a pet.

Again, she's not just a stolen bride of spring but THEE CURSEBREAKER, she could have shown her off like a trophy or a token of his power if he really wanted to tie her power directly to his but no, he introduces her like a thing he owns, a thing that is beneath him.

it doesn't matter that later he says she is HL or that he puts a throne besides his, the narrative is already set: she is what she is, because he said so

a better idea would have been to throw a ball with her as the guest of honour, for her to stop Riceball from tormenting his subjects - would he listen to her? probably not so nvm

in contrast, Tamlin - who given his personality and attitude towards being HL in book1 - might not have wanted a grand ceremony but understood it would be good for his diplomacy and his court

he wanted to publicly marry Feyre - someone who was not his mate - tying them together in front of his court so they could all acknowledge their bond both personally and politically

he wanted her to be recognised and respected as the Lady of Spring even if he didnt think she could be High Lady of Spring

ignoring the similar situations of control and abuse Feyre faces in both - doesn't matter if she decides she likes Rice's, it's still control and abuse

it's kind of undeniable that Rice went about things in a way that is at best stupid and at worst manipulative

sjm tries to walk many lines between politics and love stories but she not every good at either so it just turns into a mess

though i will say: Rice would at least be interesting if he was doing all of this on purpose but so far sjm seems too in love with him to let him be intentionally heinous towards his love interest

#anon ask #anti sjm #acotar rant #anon asks #I can't remember which tag I use #sjm critical

[ruporas]

post ep 11

#trigun stampede #trigun #meryl stryfe #nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #i cant even elaborate on this episode bc ive spent all day Thinking about it yesterday #and it made me Miserable #i just want to see vash have some autonomy again... #he is a little bit more on the quieter end for stampede as less angry about things but i dont think he's more of a coward in stampede #even though he was transported into his memories and saw and heard those terrible things from the kids and wolfwood #he was able to gather himself and keep going #his resilience has always been the strongest and also saddest thing about him #so it killed me irreversibly when he lost the one person who he could always look back to reliably #the fact knives couldnt even alter anything in rem's dialogue within those memories just stands for how strong her place is in vash's memory #and potentially knives just knows that would be too ooc of her to make in any Universe if she had something horrible. #man. I TALKED ABOUT THIS IN LIKE ALL 3 PLATFORMS. I'm alright with Knives as a character but jesus #- i did it all for you - im so sad that vash had to hear something like that. im so so sad about it #anyway i hope meryl stays safe shes done so much #i love her so much <3 #ruporas art

[moeblob]

What if I straight up didn't explain myself? What if I just said trust me on this? Would you?

#fe warriors three hopes #mercedes von martritz #miklan anschutz gautier #we really only need to clarify this is STRICTLY warriors miklan and i think ive already condemned myself but i accept it #i am very sorry but the person i usually would talk to about rare pairs has been a bit busy so i couldnt go to them to get it out that way #so art is the only way i have you have to understand its not my fault (its my fault) #did you guys know i reset the azure gleam map three times before googling the chapter where he dies to try and save him #no i dont think he deserves to be pardoned for what hes done but i liked that w3h gave him a small chance to be better FOR HIMSELF #no i dont think he should simply be forgiven for everything he did but i do like that he was given humanity and how #he was still not a good guy but damn you guys i think about that npc sometimes #who says that they admired him becoming something despite being a criminal bc if miklan can do it whats stopping them from being better ? #like that npc stuck with me a while ok #just ......... there are a lot of thoughts here that i dont think many of you care to read even in tags so ill stop now #i will say the canvas is saved as speed run to cancellation lesgo