#tell me what i can do to make you feel ok

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

If You Have Something To Say (Mouse series) - Max Verstappen

Summary: With Max being hit with a new wave of hate as a result of his wins, fans suddenly take a turn on y/n and Max makes it clear that he won't tolerate anyone who has any comments to make about his quiet girlfriend

Max might be a little bias. He obviously thinks y/n is perfect and that there is no possible way people can dislike her.

But when she went completely silent even towards him part way through the day, he wasn't sure what had happened. On rare occasion she might go silent when she doesn't feel way or she's done something to embarrass herself and doesn't want to address it.

"Hey, mouse." Max smiles pulling his helmet off and kissing her softly. "Can you go to the unit? We'll be getting out of here pretty quickly so I want you to be ready to go."

Y/n nods still not uttering a word before she stands up and rushes from the garage while GP appears for the quick debrief Max requested over the radio.

"Everyting ok?"

"I think she might not be feeling well. I want to get back to the hotel quickly." Max sighs shaking his head before gesturing for them to have a look at the data and discussing plans for FP3.

By the time he gets to her it's been a longer wait than he intended but with no media he can get them straight out of there and to the hotel without much issue.

He doesn't push her to talk as he keeps a tight grip on her hand as they walk through the paddock to leave or even when they're in the car with a drive in the driver's seat. But eventually they're walking into the hotel suite and he sighs watching her throwing her phone down onto the bed.

"Mouse..." Max starts catching her attention and seeing the bloodshot eyes and he almost trips at the speed he moves forward to look at her. "What's wrong? Why are you upset?"

Y/n only manages to take a couple short and stuttered breaths in before tears actually appear.

"I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong. Please talk to me...even if it's just a couple words so I know." Max panics, not just wanting but needing to be able to do whatever he can to stop her from being so upset. "Mouse please? I want to make everything better."

"I keep getting tagged in posts about-about how much people hate me." Y/n hiccups knowing she sounds pathetically childish. If you're going to be a WAG you have to take hate on the chin. Especially if she wants to be in a relationship with Max, one of the most hated drivers.

"Can you show me?" Max asks since he knows there's only more hurt and upset that can come from forcing her to tell him what people are actually saying.

Y/n picks up her phone and hands it to him hitting Twitter first before he flicks over to her Instagram tags and even on TikTok, which he doesn't personally spend a lot of time on but he knows y/n actually loves watching edits of him. On more than one occasions she's squeaked being caught in the act of watching them but it's definitely amusing from his end.

But all the posts and comments that she's tagged in are saying that she's rude and stuck up and the fact she won't talk to anyone isn't because she's just quiet and shy but because she thinks she's better than everyone. Especially the other drivers and even more towards the mechanics and lower paid jobs within the team.

"What a joke." Max mutters then sighing as he looks at y/n who is sniffling and wiping at tears that are still falling. "They don't even know you, Mouse. They have no idea who you are and they don't get to comment about it."

"I know." Y/n hiccups as Max moves back to her and just hugs her tightly, resting his chin on top of her head as she tries to calm herself down. "But people think that's how I am."

"They're just trying to get at you because I love you and they like to ruin nice things." Max whispers hating that he's really the source of this. He's why she'll get hate and even if every driver and every person in the team told the world that y/n is not stuck up and she's just shy and quiet. They wouldn't believe it because they believe what they want to believe even if it's entirely conspiracy and has no real evidence. "I'm sorry, mouse. This is my fault."

"No."

"They're just trying to hurt you because you're dating me." Max cements shaking his head before he kisses the top of her head, still holding her tightly. "I'll try and fix this."

"It'll probably just make it worse."

That's true. Usually as soon as you feed into their agenda the fans are like pirañas. If they know what they're trying to do to upset someone is working, they'll make it a point to really go in on that method of causing upset.

"I'm just going to private all my accounts and delete the apps for a bit." Y/n mumbles earning a sigh since she shouldn't have to do that just to try and take care of herself and stop herself from seeing the unwarranted attacks on her character from fans.

"I'm still going to tell them to stop." Max sighs then looking down. "Do you want to order room service?"

"All the desserts?"

"Yeah mouse, all the desserts." Max smiles lightly since if there's one thing that does make y/n happy it's sugar. Which is understandable because who doesn't love the comfort that a sugar buzz brings.

He does manage to cup her face and get a few kisses before reaching and grabbing the room service menu. He'll be doing the ordering but he definitely needs her to see what she wants before he calls for it.

-

Max and his team along with the Red Bull team all put out statements telling the world to stop making comments and digitally harassing y/n. She didn't see any of it, since she went through with her plan to just go off grid for a bit.

But there was certainly chatter about Max's out of character move to essentially tell everyone to shut the fuck up.

"Hey, mate. Everything alright?" Daniel asks as they stand together in the driver's parade. "I saw a lot of statements coming out. Is y/n ok?"

"Not really. The things they've been saying about her are just bullshit, they're making stuff up and they don't even know her." Max huffs shaking his head. "She knows it's not true but everyone saying it is just upsetting her that she thinks people really believe that stuff about her."

"That's rough." Daniel winces since he recalls Lando's girlfriend getting whole hate pages and ultimately it cost them their relationship because he couldn't handle putting her through that amount of hate.

Y/n is much more soft natured and even Daniel has a limited recall of how many times he even knows for certain that he's heard her voice. Initially he was actually a little offended till he realised everyone get such treatment in general. The fact he'd even heard her voice was a sign that she actually didn't hate him or fear being around him.

"Is she at the race today?"

"Yeah, but I've told her to just stick to watching in the unit. I think it's better if she just stays away from cameras as much as possible. The less attention on her the better hopefully."

After the parade, Max heads over to unit quickly just wanting to check on her one last time before he's gotta stay out in the garage and take the car out on track.

"Hey, mouse. You look comfortable." Max laughs since she's somewhat got the unit to herself. Definitely the room to view the race with the biggest screen in the unit.

"I am." Y/n smiles as he leans down to kiss her softly. "I didn't think you'd be coming back."

"I just want to check on you."

Y/n smiles before he nods mumbling for her to wish him luck though her expression gives him a silent message of "don't pretend you need a wish of good luck" and he steals another kiss before jogging back out the unit.

It's not exactly comforting for him to have to feel the need to step in when she is receiving hate all because of her connection with him. But Max will always protect his mouse. She's his world and honestly he really thinks if she wanted to stop coming to races he'd quit just to follow her wherever she wanted to be.

If she left him because of the hate, oh he'd make every driver and fans worst nightmare come true of really bringing back Mad Max. Anyone who crossed him whether it being in practice, qualifying or a race. He'd do whatever to ruin their race. Hell he'd probably go out of his way to ruin the entire field's race...aside from Yuki, maybe he'd like to have Yuki up there.

#f1 #fanfic #formula 1 #max verstappen #max verstappen f1 #max verstappen fic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fluff #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #max verstappen series #mouse series #mv1 fanfic #mv1 #mv1 x reader #mv1 imagine #mv1 fic #mv1 x you #mv33 #mv1 fluff #mv33 x you #mv33 x reader #mv33 imagine #mv33 fic #mv33 fanfic

[nicromancytarot]

A POEM FROM YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I do not charge for these readings, and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I get for the readings, but I pull like 15-20 cards each reading and that is just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what your future spouse would say to you if they were to write you a poem and used my intuition to write it for you. Pick a picture to find out what they would like to say.

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

PILE 1

Time is an essence granted to those who wait,

Some people have impatience,

Some people worry it’ll come late,

The ones who sit in anticipation trying to speed up the clock,

Are the ones who work in antique shops,

The people who collect the cogs,

Because changing the time on the clock won’t make the stars falter in response,

Even when the hands strike the numbers

where you want it to stop

Because time is an essence granted to those who wait,

For you I cannot count the seconds on my watch,

For I worry that I will lose touch,

As you are not here when I want you to be,

And I cannot speed up the clock,

But when I record the time that I must wait for you to be in my arms,

The beats of my heart are in tune with yours,

And I know it’s worth the chance

PILE 2

The moon is known to have two faces,

and I worry that I do too,

Although I know about the possibility,

I wish not to show them to you,

Will you be scared when you see my shadows?

Will you run away in fear,

if I show you every side of me,

My two faces,

The parts of me I choose to keep within

Tell me a lie and I promise I’ll trust you,

I won’t question your authenticity,

For I don’t believe that you would appear a liar to me,

without a reason to be,

Would you question me too if I was to tell to you anything but the truth?

The moon has two faces and I do too,

but I forbid my shadows to ever harm you

PILE 3

Rainbows are caused by the sun and the rain,

A chemical reaction in the sky,

And although the shower are downfall tears,

I am glad that they’re not mine,

If something negative can create such a beauty,

Then why can’t you and I?

We may not be the perfect pair,

But I’m prepared to give it a try

Ignore the opinions,

And don’t acknowledge the stares,

They’re jealous that you are mine,

Perhaps they think we’re a colossal disaster,

But they are as stupid as they are blind,

Hold out your hand and walk with me,

We’ll give them something to find,

The red carpet paints the floor,

They grant you your time to shine

#tarot #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #free tarot #tarot witch #tarot reading #tarot cards #pick a card #pick a pile

[mischieveousmayhem]

hiiii!!🩷 how are you?

I saw that you would like some requests in the #batmom so I have a fic idea

The idea is about each one of the batboys says to Batmom "your not my real mother" like angst/fluff and how would the bat mom react to it and handle it

Not my mother.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Batmom

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: None (?), idk english that well 💀

Synopsis: He loves you , or maybe not?

—

"Jason, this is crazy. How do you have all F's 3 weeks into the semester?"

A disappointed Batmom stood in front of 13(?) year old Jason Todd. She had a frown drawn on her face. Jason looked down, sad that he is disappointing you and angry at himself.

"Do you not do your homework when I tell you to?" She asks a little more assertive while reading all the negative comments the teachers had left.

"I don't know." He responded quietly.

"How do you NOT know?" She was getting heated and it was clear in her tone. "All I want for you is to do your best and you don't even listen to me."

"I do listen to you." He speaks louder, aggressiveness in his tone.

"Jason Peter Todd, do not get an attitude with me because you have consequences to your actions. Now what is going on with you sleeping in class and not paying attention?" Your hands were now on your hips.

"Why do you even care?" You using his middle name made him mad.

"I am trying my best to make sure my son is set up to do good in life." Your hands now on your hips, "Until these grades are fixed, you are to not go on patrol because that is probably the root of these issues."

Jason was at this point angry. You were scolding him like a little kid, on top of that what's Batman without his Robin.

You we're about to walk away but then,

"YOU'RE NOT MY REAL MOTHER, YOU PHONY, I CAN DO WHAT I WANT."

You stopped dead in your tracks. How do you respond to that? You just want what's best for your sweetest Jason.

You turned back to face him, his face was red probably from anger. You were pale, trying to process what your son had said.

"You know what..." You trailed off, "I'll just let your father handle this." You sat down the paper before walking off leaving Jason alone.

Which after he picks up the paper and looks at it.

Oh dear. What has he done?

It's obvious you were actually just caring for him. He was processing everything himself. He just got so angry, angry because he was sad that you were disappointed.

—

In your bedroom shared with your loving husband, you cried endlessly.

Have you failed as a mother? You just want your son to do his best. You didn't understand why he would say that. Maybe you just came off in the wrong way and it triggered him to go off on you.

Just as you were lost in your thoughts Bruce walked in.

"I was looking—" He stopped when he saw you crying and rushed to your side.

Dearest Bruce Wayne only had a soft spot for his wife and kids.

His arm wrapped around you tightly as your cried into his shoulder.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Well Jason brought home bad g—" You stopped for a minute to gasp in between sobs, "Home bad grades and then I was scolding him but I didn't mean to come off wrong and I told him not patrol and then he said.."

"He said what?"

"He said I'm not his real mom!" You exclaimed then cried harder. "I know it's true but I love him so much and it still hurts."

"Y/N, darling." He grabs your chin with his fingers so you're looking his eyes. "You know he probably didn't mean it. He is probably still adjusting to us too. It still won't slide though, I'll talk to him, ok?"

You nod as he pecks your cheek.

—

You were knocked out cold. You probably fell asleep while crying. But your awaken when you feel a smaller body climb in the bed next to you in the bed.

You wanted to smile but you were still half asleep and upset. You roll over to face the figure.

"Hey Y/N." The voice spoke.

"Hi Jay." You responded softly, the tone of sadness in your voice even though you tried to cover it up. However, Jason Todd knew that his mother was upset and he frowned.

You two faced each other while laying there in silence. This lasted for about two minutes before he broke the silence.

"I'm sorry I said what I did."

"I know. It's ok."

"Then why are you do sad?" He questioned.

"Words hurt sometimes Jay and I know you didn't mean it but it still felt like a dagger to my heart."

He frowned even more. He hurt you. The woman who is his mother figure and cares so much for him.

"But I will always forgive you my little one. I'm sorry for being a bad mother." You apologized.

"You're not a bad mother, you're a perfect mother. I'm just a kid who didn't understand you were doing your job until after." He said.

"Jay, I just want you to do good, and always follow your dreams."

"I will mom, I promise." When he said mom you smiled.

He scooted closer to you and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight.

This was a mothers love, that is what made you his mom.

"I love you mom."

"I love you most, Jason."

#fanfic #bruce wayne #batmom #bruce wayne x reader #damian wayne x batmom #dc comics #bruce x reader #jason todd x batmom #jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason peter todd #dcu #dc universe #dick grayson x batmom #tim drake x batmom #bruce wayne x batmom

[wandussyfantasy]

Ok hear me out. I have several ideas so take your pick really. (For a “sequel” to Movie Night)

Wanda and Y/n go on a date to a restaurant but they’re so insatiable (and at this point I think it’s confirmed that Wanda is that girl) that R starts fingering her under the table and she’s rubbing them through their pants. They end up having to leave in the middle of their meal to get their hands on each other properly

They could also go to some kind of public event but each with vibrators that the other controls where they have a competition to see who will break first and beg for sex

Another one is Wanda could give y/n road head while they’re driving somewhere just to tease them so they have to pull over and put her in her place or vice versa where she makes them pull over bc sucking their dick just isn’t enough

I also just love the idea that they continue to fuck without a condom bc now Wanda is addicted to the feeling of y/n cumming inside her bc why wouldn’t she be. Plus she’s on the pill anyways. I imagine her begging to be filled up every time and I just🫠

I could go on but you get the idea👀

Roadtrip

Summary: Y/n surprises Wanda with tickets to see the Era's Tour but it comes with a price.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,259

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!smut, gn!reader amab, powerbottom!wanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, public touching, fantasies, teasing, and creampie.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“Can you tell me when the next exit is?” You ask as you keep your eyes on the road. The two of you were on your annual road trip. It became a thing the first summer that you got your license. There was an obscure movie that Wanda was obsessed with and it was playing at a theater in a town in the middle of nowhere. You surprised her with the trip out there. Before opening the relationship to sexual exploration, the trips were the perfect excuse for the two of you to be alone together. It was cheaper to rent rooms with one bed and have an excuse to sleep in the same bed as her. 

Now, this is the first time you're taking the trip and you're able to do everything you've ever fantasized about doing with her. 

The same went for Wanda. The amount of times she had thought about taking things to another level on these trips and now it was all she could think about. “Wanda?” You asked as you quickly glanced at her. Wanda's eyes were zeroed in on your crotch. “Wanda? Hello?” 

Wanda snapped out of her trance. “What? Huh?” She said as her eye met yours. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking for you to check how far the nearest exit is,” you repeat yourself. “I need to fill up on gas and load up on more snacks while we're at it.” 

“Right,” Wanda pulls out her phone and finds out the information you need. She tells you and you thank her as you keep your eyes on the road. Trying to not think about how distracted she was. 

Suddenly, Wanda unzips the fly of your jeans and you look at her with curiosity. “What do you think you're doing?” You ask as two of her fingers dance around on your cock. You gulp as you feel a part of your body come to life. She was possibly the most sexually adventurous person you have ever been with. Always surprising you. She pulls your cock out through the middle of your jeans before you get too hard and she licks her lips. Even barely erect, you still have an appetizing penis to her. “Wanda,” you whisper as you keep your eyes on the mostly empty road. 

She doesn't say a word as she leans over the console to start licking the top of your cock. You gulp as you continue to drive as safely as you can. Her tongue starts to trail along the base of your cock as it stiffens up. Her fingers reach into your jeans to play with your balls. “Fuck, Wanda,” you groan as her lips wrap around your tip. She circles her tongue around the skin and plays with the hole. Then she starts to bob her head up and down on your cock. “You're going to be the death of me,” you say as she continues to suck you off. Knowing exactly what you like. 

After the first swerve of the car, you knew that you were far too gone to continue driving so you pulled off to the side of the empty road. You shut the car off as Wanda's blowjob got more aggressive. “Oh yeah baby, you've gotten so good at this,” you groan as your hand gets tangled in her hair and you start to guide her head as you thrust your hips, gently fucking her mouth. 

“I’m cumming,” you grunt before you burst in her mouth. Your load is too much and Wanda has to pull away. Your cum shoots out onto the steering wheel and the roof of the car. “Shit!” You say as you look around for something to clean it with. You find your old cum rag in your glove compartment that you haven't had to use since Wanda became your personal cum dump. You wipe your cum off of the places it landed on.

“You're still hard,” Wanda observes as she wipes the cum off of her lips. Your dick twitches from the acknowledgement. 

“You're still hot,” you wink at her. “Backseat,” you tell her as you get out of the car to move to the back. She follows and once the two of you are situated, you finger her as you kiss her. She is soaking wet already. “Gosh, you're insatiable,” you mutter against her lips. 

“I can't help it, you're irresistible,” she said as she moved her lips to your neck. “Come on, stop fingering me already. Who knows how long we have?” She whispers into your ear. “Fuck me already,” she says and you nod as you take your fingers out of her and suck on your fingers.

 “Mmm nothing tastes better than that,” you compliment and gaze into her eyes as you slowly guide yourself into her pussy. “Oh and no one has ever felt as good as that.” 

“Gross, I don't want to think about you fucking anyone else,” Wanda grouches as she meets your thrusts. 

“No?” You say as you place your lips close to her ear. “Not even if you were there?” Wanda whimpers and you know that you struck a nerve. “Can't you see it? I'm fucking another person while they eat you out. Could be another woman, could be a guy, could be-” 

“A girl, it's another mmmph, it's another girl,” Wanda says as she grips your shirt. 

“Mm ok, it's another girl,” you continue to roll your hips into her. “It starts with you eating her out first. I'm hiding behind the door watching. Oh yeah, you don't know I'm there at first. You think it's just you and her. Mmpf fuck,” you are turning yourself on with this fantasy. “I'm jerking off as you make her cum with your talented tongue. Then I walk in when you're making out with her. My dick is hard and out. You aren't surprised when you see me as you invite me closer.” 

“Oh Y/n,” Wanda moans, “keep going. Harder.” 

Your thrusts get a little rough as you continue to stretch her tight pussy with your giant cock. “You take turns sucking me off. Then you um ugh fuck! Then you guide me into her pussy. Mm yeah and you sit on her face while you watch me fuck her.” Your groans get louder as you start to lose yourself in Wanda and in the fantasy. “She uh she is eating you out. Yeah. Like her life depends on it. And then you make me pull outta before I cum because my cum is yours.”

“Hell yeah it is,” she pants out as she plays with her breasts. 

“Then I lay down and you ride my cock while she sits on my faaaaccccee,” you start to cum inside of Wanda. “Fuckin hell,” you grunt as your thrusts slow down and become more jagged. You stop talking as you fall into the back of the seat feeling exhausted. Wanda’s walls tighten around your cock as she orgasms as well, milking everything from you. 

“Thank you,” Wanda says as she kisses your sweaty forehead. “You've given me a lot to think about when I'm using willy.” 

You laugh as you pull out of her. You reach in the bag that she told you willy was in and you plug her pussy with it to keep your cum inside. You turn the vibrator on and move back to the driver's seat. “Have fun,” you wink back at her as you turn the car on and get back onto the road.

The End.

#smut #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda smut #wanda fanfic #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

[levyfiles]

i feel like if they just said straight up that they don't want to be youtubers cause they're "better than that" - which honestly feels like the subtext here - it would have been better than this disingenuous sentimental nonsense followed by an ask for money, the phrasing of which made it sound like we should feel guilty for consuming their art for free till now

OK, I have said this a few times but this is going to be my last time saying this on tumblr.

Youtube is a platform once built for users in 2006; the idea was for those locked out of the industry to have an opportunity to share their creations. As time went on, the very moment that content started to be funded by sponsors, the platform changed. Decades later, the platform--and believe me when I say this--is controlled by sponsors and ads. A lot of people don't realise this because we all have our ad-block on. We work tirelessly not to have to consume media peddled to us with agendas and propaganda; we pay for software so we don't get it.

We accepted Youtube charging some of us monthly so we don't see ads, so we can enjoy the platform more comfortably. If you're in your early-to late 30s then you know that Youtube crafted a whole lot of our experience online but it has not gone without changes. The ad breaks are now populated with sponsors with a big list of prerequisites and we sit there and guffaw through a straight 40 seconds of a creator peddling fast-fashion, cheap drinks with poison in them, platforms that sell $1 items off the backs of slave labour, and knives that don't even work just so we can sit back and pretend we'd rise to the occasion when an opportunity to practice socialism presents itself.

Well, here's the bad news. Socialism does not mean you sit back and get everything handed to you. That is literally right-wing propaganda. Socialism is every one taking a piece of what they have to crowd-source the things we want. It is letting artists be artists to create things that do not contribute to consumerism/corporate culture.

In the end, the internet has shown me that all these LARPING children believing in the future where shit gets handed to them off the backs of other people's hard work will open their greedy maws and scream slurs, insults, and backhanded statements at any creator who seizes control of the thing they've produced. You don't want to see artists grow; you want creators/artists strapped to the capitalism hamster wheel while they create the same trendy crap that sponsors tell you that you want until they burn out and retire.

The saddest thing of all is the irony of you calling that video sentimental nonsense when it shows you the story; it tells you that they all got started the way most of our favourite youtubers started but then Buzzfeed happened which may have opened some doors for them but if Ryan didn't fight tooth and nail, we would have had a Netflix show with some non descript white guy hosting it because that's the vision Buzzfeed saw. It's what so many of you see when you want the thing you like, that you watch them work tirelessly to make, to be free forever.

Of course they're too good for Youtube. Youtube is trash now and you're going to start to notice that very quickly now.

#watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #youtube

[widowmaxff]

In overwhelmed, it mentions that Y/N used to be in a dark hole and how Wanda is afraid she’d go back to it. Can you write about it? Like what happened?

hope ur ok

pairings: mom!wanda × daughter!reader (platonic)

warnings: depressed reader, cryingg, bad thoughts, and sad sad things

a/n: okay how did you pay so much attention to what i wrote in overwhelmed bc i didnt even remember writing that 😭 BUT THANK YOU for the request i literally just ramble what was in my head but hope you like it love!

HOW YOU CAN HELP PALESTINE!

You don't know when it started, much less why it started. Maybe a few days ago, a month ago, maybe a year ago the signs that something was wrong started to appear. It was almost as if these feelings were always there, just hidden by a layer that was slowly removed and made everything more difficult. It seemed like there were days when you could easily deal with it, maybe ignoring it or just hiding it very well, you didn't know. But there were days that were more difficult. It was more difficult to get out of bed, your appetite was barely there, you didn't want to leave your room, just stay in darkness and total silence. Even though this silence made your head spin, it was better than anyone talking and making you even more depressed.

If someone asked the people closest to you if you were sensitive, you were sure that more than half of them would say no. They would talk about how you had a frozen heart, that you didn't cry when you watched a sad movie, that you didn't fall in love with the character when watching or reading a novel, that you didn't care when someone was fighting with you. But deep down, you knew it was a lie. You felt hard feelings most of the time, including when watching sad films. Maybe you just don't like showing the sadness and emptiness you feel. It makes you feel weak, worthless, and selfish, especially selfish. You shouldn't feel this way, not when you had the perfect life: a loving mother, food on the table, new clothes, and expensive sneakers. Then why?

You didn't really care that you felt depressed, you knew that eventually it would pass, just like every other time - even if that feeling came back some time later, even worse. It wasn't like anyone noticed and said anything to you, even though you were sure most of the adults around you blamed it on teenage hormones when they saw you sulking or just isolating yourself in your room all day. Maybe a few questions like 'are you okay?', even though they knew you would respond with something positive even if everything was falling apart. But there was always someone. Someone who knew that it wasn't just teenage hormones but something that was slowly consuming you. Wanda, your mother, was that someone, and she certainly didn't let those details slip.

The first time you actually showed that you were in a depressing state was on a random Thursday at six-thirty in the morning. Wanda didn't mind much in the first moments when you refused to get out of bed, it was normal for any teenager to not be able to stand school. But when you finally decided to show up for the morning in the Compound's kitchen, she was surprised. You had big black bags under your eyes that were tired and red, looking like you hadn't slept well that night and maybe you had been crying most of it. Wanda didn't take long to ask if something had happened and if you were okay, only receiving a murmur of something like ‘'m fine' before turning back to look at the emptiness of space. Tony who was nearby joked “Maybe the red eyes are because of something she used. Don't tell me you snuck out to a party, Mini Maximoff?”, you'd laugh on any other day, even replying something like 'Yes, I did some hard drugs at a party. How do you know?', but that wasn't the case. Stark laughed to himself after saying that sentence but soon the sound of his voice disappeared when he realized that you hadn't heard him and, apparently, nothing around you.

The second time was right after a mission Wanda had done. It was only three days away from you and everything seemed different when she came back. The first thing she noticed was that you didn't run into her arms when she stepped inside the Compound, much less respond to the messages she sent you a few hours earlier. Obviously like a worried mother she went after you, not taking long to find you in your room with all the lights off, two blankets around your body and how it looked like the things in your room had been in the same place since your mother left for the mission. She turned on the light in your room, hearing a soft growl leave your lips. You were awake and conscious, so it didn't make sense for you to want to be lying down and almost sinking into your mattress at four o'clock in the afternoon. She remembered when you were little and couldn't sleep if at least one light wasn't on, now it was ironic to think that you just lived in the darkness and emptiness of your room without fear that some monster would catch you, because no monster could hurt you like depression was.

Wanda couldn't count how many more episodes like those happened and lasted for several days. She was worried, very worried. She was afraid that you would end up doing something that would hurt you, end everything. It was obvious that your mother tried to ask you what was wrong, how she could help you, but you always said that you just woke up on the wrong foot that morning and that everything was fine. Of course, how were you going to tell her what was happening if you didn't even know. There was no reason for you to feel down like that and not even the absurd desire to just want to close your eyes and not open them again. And every day that passed, this dark hole you were in would get deeper and deeper. You knew you needed to ask for help before it was too late. 

It was no longer strange when once again that week you had no will to live. You look at the clock next to your bed and realize that your mother would be coming to your room to call you for another day in two minutes and a few seconds. Just the thought of 'one more day' made you want to throw up the food you didn't even eat the day before, as that empty feeling made your hunger go away. But as much as vomiting, you wanted to cry, cry until you couldn't take it anymore. And it was no surprise when the tears started to fall and you couldn't stop. Even though you are not a loud person, trying to keep yourself in your own bubble, the sobs wanted to get out of your throat anyway.

“Darling?” Wanda didn't mind knocking on your bedroom door in the morning, since you would be sleeping, well, not at that moment. When she heard the choking sounds you were making to keep from crying, she didn't take long to run towards your body on the bed and get under your covers, pressing you against her chest giving the perfect comfort to let you know that you weren't alone. “Oh, my love.” Wanda has seen you cry, many, many times, but it was so different to see you cry as if you were drowning in a sea and needed help from someone, anyone. “It's okay, Mama is here.” With each passing minute it seemed like the tears were getting even bigger than before, but you tried to focus on Wanda's heartbeat as you placed your hand on her chest, making you feel calmer despite all the panic. 

The lullaby that starts to leave her lips and go straight to your ear makes you start paying attention to the soft melody and not your terrible thoughts. The language Wanda sang in, Sokovian, was not understood by you, but you still remembered when she sang you to sleep on the days you had nightmares. It was as if Wanda was using her magic to calm you down, even though you knew she would never use her powers on you without your permission, but her voice was so sweet that it was more powerful than any of her red magic. Your breathing becomes soft and your movements slow, as if you were choosing the right words to get rid of that moment, but with your mother there it was almost impossible to lie.

“I wanna get help,” You murmur for just her to hear, despite there being no one else in the room with you two. “b-but I don’t even know why I’m like this.” Your crying had stopped, but you still choked to say a few words. Admitting those words out loud seemed like a challenge for you, and when you said them, a weight seemed to lift off your back despite not having yet deciphered all your feelings. And Wanda knew that. She knew how hard you were to avoid looking like a weak person even if you weren't, even if asking for help wasn't a sign of weakness but rather of improvement.

Your mother kisses your head, taking a few seconds before cupping your face and looking at it. “I'm so proud of you, my angel.” You didn't see pity or lies in the expression on her face. You didn't see disappointment and much less as if you were a problem for her. “I'm glad you want to ask for help, and I'm here for it, yeah?” You felt a little guilty when you saw a tear come out of your mother's eyes, but she was still smiling. The same smile you saw when you woke up, or when you told her some good news, or even when you told her a joke. Wanda never wanted you to feel anything negative about her. She never took out any frustration on you, never made you feel bad when you got a bad grade at school, or when you accidentally knocked a glass on the floor. “I will help you with whatever you need, my love. It will be slow, but I promise that the tightness in your chest will pass, okay?”

“I trust you.” She nods before pulling you into a hug that she knew you needed more than anything at that moment. The process would take a long time until you felt well again, you both knew that, but it was never too late. It's never too late to ask for help, because it's normal to need someone to pull you out of the dark hole sometimes, it's normal to not feel good all the time. Having feelings is normal, even if sometimes they are too deep, or too shallow. You just needed to realize that you were never alone, that people around care about you and will always want the best for you. 

“I love you so much. Always remember that.”

“I love you too, Mama.”

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[yonpote]

mr. pote please explain shoe ig story for the ignorant (me)

not much to explain other than. dan posted an instagram story of their shoes pressed together

ok i guess ill share a LITTLE context. around late january to early february 2023 was when dan was having a mini-break from touring for philly's bday before he had to hit the road for the non-uk european shows. the thing is, there were kind of a lot of complications happening wrt tickets, especially problems surrounding the iceland show, which dan had hyped up as where he was going to end the tour, and pj even mentioned on stream that he and sophie would possibly meet dan and phil there and have essentially a double date holiday! the day before the Shoe Pic, dan had announced that the iceland show was cancelled. he posted the cancellation on his story in icelandic, here is the english translation:

Sorry for the frozen people. Couldn't bring this show to your island this trip, that's all I can say for now. It's on my bucket list to be with you one day. I'll see you then.

he then posted an ig story where he seemed to be out on a walk that was quite self-deprecating on the fact that no one takes him seriously "in life, business, or the industry." it was just a bummer day for dan. so a few twitter phannies (back when there was a Little peace) thought to make an encouraging hashtag for dan, #weloveyoudan to show some appreciation for him when he really seemed to need it! (this also spawned an in-joke hashtag my good friend @editingz0ne made, #giveamazingphilnukes, that phil tweeted about 💀)

so the next day, when dnp had both posted while at an apex legends esports competition thing, we all kinda inferred that this was a lil date, possibly as another phil bday present (still his bday week) or as a lil gift to cheer dan up, or both! and then. he posted the fuckin shoe pic.

listen. idk how to explain it. it just. felt like something so weirdly intimate? like, no idea what the context is, other than theyre sitting in the back of a cab and took a photo of their shoes pressed together. and like one is clearly phil's shoe and the other clearly dan's shoe, and i assume theyre the same shoe size (do not tell me wikifeet ppl i dont need to know) and so they just. fit perfectly together. and all this was after the harrowing previous day, and after all that dan just decided to let us in on this picture that is so silly and not really anything and yet feels so personal? its like when we hear their alien language in the texting vids, or that they get fries every saturday and call it "fry-day". like its not a bit its not playing up a dynamic for a camera its just. THEM! its just them!!!!!!!! anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk on the dan and phil shoe photo taken on february 5th, 2023 by dan howell.

#myrambles #phan #i will also reblog relevant ig stories from danandphilupdates in a bit #or you can check all the stories on indepthbants youtube channel and their 2023 playlist #this is like... its so goofy i know but this was back when we were STARVED for content #we were living off instagram stories like phil hadnt even posted a video yet that year #the shoe photo fed us for WEEKS like please appreciate the abundance of content we get from them now #and if we were starving in 2023 you cannot even imagine 2020 dude #i wasnt even around but i can just tell phannies who went thru 2020 have a haunted look in their eyes

[tofu83]

The Followers:

The mysterious nightclub

"Who are you!?" Adam exclaimed and subconsciously took a few steps back. "How do you get in?"

The man’s every muscle was delineated beneath the skintight rubbersuits, his eyes were concealed behind black visor, his face was expressionless.

He answered in a masculine, emotionless but somehow familiar voice to Adam. "I am Mike."

Adam was shocked. He and Mike were good friends from high school. Now they were roommates and both juniors in same college. Adam’s major was in Information Engineering but Mike’s was History. Adam was introverted but Mike was extroverted. They were so different but that’s couldn’t influence their friendship.

This guy was obliviously older and muscular than his friend. Yet there were some features similar to Mike. Adam would guess this is Mike’s elder brother if in other situations.

"Mike" kept going toward the kitchen and face the refrigerator.

"Need food." He took out a fish and started to bite it.

"That’s not sashimi!" Adam grab the fish from Mike and throw it to the sink.

"You can’t stop me." Mike said and moved robotically to the sink.

"Buddy, you are freaking me out!" Adam tried to pull him back but Mike turned to face him.

At this moment, Adam saw there were tears from Mike’s eyes.

"You're crying?"

"Hel…"Mike stopped answering and started turning around to the sink.

"Fine!" Adam pulled Mike’s visor down from his eyes.

Mike screamed then hold his own head and yelled, "it’s…it’s….ahhh! Tied me up! Hurry! Away from water! Quick!"

Moments later, Mike’s hands and legs were tied up with towels to a corner of his bed.

"Now you tell me what’s going on! You told me you were out to a nightclub but you come back like this? Wait, are you really Mike?"

"It’s me! I am…errr" Mike was sweating and shaking his head, "damn! That’s not just a nightclub, there are some ancient relics in the basement. And the relics…ah" Mike kept moaning, he seemed to trying to continue the sentence but failed.

"Ok, you relaxed and I call the police or ambulance."

"Nooooo! You can’t do that or there will be more victims!"

"Alright, you relax and calm down. I'll do some quick research to figure out what you experienced."

"Useless."

"Huh?"

Adam suspected Mike smirked evilly for a second, but that might be an illusion.

"Useless, I did research before I went there. Nothing! Just some rumors sounded like jokes."

"You suddenly become normal and calm?"

"'It’s is relaxing! I am still fighting its influence!"

"What is IT?"

"I…I can’t say its name or…" Mike stopped, and face became painfully.

"You will bear pain or panic or something bad, right?"

Mike nodded.

"The only way I can figure out what happened is to go there by myself, right?"

Mike nodded again but tried to force out the voice to say, "don’t…"

"I will do anything to help you. You can’t stop me."

"No, not that." Mike paused and said, "don’t go now, it’s already morning." And he collapsed to sleep.

Adam smiled, he knew Mike would never stop making jokes even he looked like a shit.

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Mike slept all day till next midnight. Adam waked him up.

"Good night! How do you feel now?"

"Good enough!"

"May I untie you now? Aren’t you hungry or thirsty?"

"No! It's night again and I’m afraid it will be back to my mind again! I’m not hungry but a bit thirsty."

"Okay."Adam put a kettle with straw of water by Mike. "Well, I am going."

"Good luck!"

"You don’t stop me?"

"We always can’t stop each other, right?"

Adam gave back a smile and went out.

After Adam closed the front door, Mike smirked and effortlessly tore the towels bound him. He picked up the kettle, stood up, drank all water and threw the kettle away. His expression was blissful, his eyes were soon covered by black visor emerged from nowhere.

"You did a good job." A voice whispered in his mind.

"It’s my honor."

"Receive your reward."

"Thank you, Master." Mike felt the pleasure spreading through all his body and concentrating on his groin. He cum with silent moaning because "Master" didn’t allow him to make noise now.

He felt hungry after his reward was finished. The body was not strong enough. He took the fish from refrigerator and ate it all. The body became even bulkier and was filled with energy.

He needed to be stronger. He was Master’s loyal follower and a guard of the cult. He was proud to trick his friend to go to the club. His master needed more followers.

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Adam felt nervous when walking in the alley. Although he would do anything to help his friend, he was still the guy afraid of social interactions. The feeling of being watched was so strong that he kept looking around to make sure there was no one stalking him. The only thing let him feel not so bad was the neon lights. That made this place a bit like the futuristic city in cyberpunk themed video game.

As being closer to the targeted nightclub, he found the surrounding area becoming even stranger: there were only men in this area and most of them were in good shape, wearing black rubber suits and black visors.

Just like Mike.

"We are same…" a voice whispered and Adam suddenly found that all men in black rubber stared at him. He was almost frightened to fell.

"Don’t be afraid, come…" the voice whispered and Adam was calm down and saw all men were doing their own thing or just walking past. Was it an illusion? He turned around and faced a hunk, who also wear black rubber skintight suits and visor.

The bouncer looked at Adam without saying a word, his blank expression, crewcut hair and stubble face made him seem hard to get close to. Adam was too scared to move but could only look into the mirrored black visor and saw himself looking back. His mirror image was distorted by the ripples created in the center of the glasses. It made him feel strange and dizzy.

"You, pass."the bouncer suddenly said and made Adam a little bit shocked.

"Welcome, brother." the bouncer opened the door and let him in.

He didn’t know why the bouncer called him "brother" but he felt comfortable when he heard that.

"New brother arrives" the bouncer talked to his wrist, looked like talking to somebody through a beeper, and then stood up straight, smiled in bliss. Obviously, he was enjoying his reward.

"Holy shit! What’s that!" Adam was scared by what he saw inside and intended to get out but the front door was locked.

No, he could not run away. He came to find out what happened to Mike and to figure out how to help his buddy. So he turned back to face that "thing".

It was a huge black "egg"hanging on the ceiling and was wrapped in plenty of big black octopus tentacles, all smooth, shining and reflecting neon lights from the environment.

The luster of the egg attracted him to move closer without realizing it. His mirrored image on the egg was clear and thin but it became vaguer and thicker when he moving. The surface of the egg seemed to be made of rubber, and was pulsating rhythmically. Adam also heard a humming noise coming from the egg, he couldn't stop himself from putting his ear to the big egg and listening. The egg was as warm as Adam’s body, and the nerd could swear there was a male moaning inside. Before he reacted, the moaning became speaking…

"Join…"

Adam tried focus on the words disturbed by the white noise, which was also in the egg.

"…you…master…help…"

When Adam heard the keyword, he suddenly realized that he was in a trance, as if he was hypnotized. He was sweating profusely.

He came here to find a way to help his brother, he could not let himself also…Wait! Why did he call Mike brother? He was shocked but even stunned by the mirror image on the egg.

It was Mike smiling back at him!

"We are same…" the voice whispered again.

Adam now found that there are not only one egg but many ones in the night club. Each had a mirrored image of man on surface. He seemed to saw these man before. They probably were those men in the alley because he was sure one of them was the bouncer at the front door.

Then the images of men all morphed into same guy: Adam. But these Adams’ body were sculpted and cladded in black rubber, their hairs were trimmed short, their eyes were blank and they smirked at him.

"Join us, we are brothers, we are same, we are one…."

"No!" Adam screamed in horror and run throughout the club to search the stairs led to the basement. Mike had told him there was something in the basement and that could be the key to the mystery.

Suddenly, a part of wall morphed into a hole and he fell into it, slid down a slide and fell into a puddle of water.

"Fuck!" He struggled to stand up and saw a giant cephalopod creature floating in the midair. This time he was too scared to move or scream.

"Come to me," the creature whispered in the air but it’s loud in Adam’s mind. "My child…."

"No…" Adam turned back subconsciously but found he was no longer in the club!

He was in the street he came through to the club. There was no body, no life, no sound, only himself. He felt panic, lone and cold. He wanted to run but didn’t know where to go.

The giant octopus-like creature was still floating on the air and even larger than before. Its whispering became very loud and striking Adam’s mind strongly.

"Come to me, in the water…"

Water came from all directions and flooded the entire street. Just when he thought he was drowning, the scene changed again.

He was standing on the rocky shore of the sea, and the sea that should have been rough was calm. The setting sun was warm and seemed to guide him in the direction: "Sinking into the water. Just like the sun."

"Into the water…" he spoke to himself in unison with the whispers of the creature, and and leapt from the shore.Again he felt like he was drowning but this time he actually lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself in a dark space and felt something sliding back and forth on him.

He looked down and found that he was naked and there were many octopus tentacles "stroking" his well-defined body. He was not a sports person, not fat, but his body type was definitely not so good. Admiring his new body and being caressed by the tentacles, he became erect.

"You like it…"the creature whispered.

Yes. Adam thought but he forgot something. What’s that?

"It’s greeting gift for you to fallow my voice."

Adam tried to remember what he forgot but a tentacle grabbed his erected member and started stroking. It felt too good to think.

"Submit to me and you will get more…"

Submit? How…No! What am I thinking? Why I come here?

"You are my child. That’s why you come to me….Just like your brothers…."

Suddenly a tentacle inserted into his virgin back hole, it was so smooth that let him feel no pain but pure pleasure. The tentacle massaged his prostate and made him in the euphoria he never experienced in life. His vision became blur.

Gradually there were well built males appearing one by one, standing in water in front of him.

"Brothers…" he was surprised that he addressed these guys "brothers" and didn’t felt wrong.

They all had well-defined bodies with tentacles massaging their muscles. But the difference between them and Adam is they were all in black rubber suits.

"Join us, submit to master…"

Adam unconsciously walked closer to the group of men and suddenly recognized one of them, remembered something.

"Mike!" He hold Mike’s strong shoulders and shake. "I came to help you!"

But Mike remained blank face, didn’t respond to him.

"You looked younger here! If I took you back, you would be normal again…"

"If you wanted to go back, I can’t stop you" Mike suddenly said, "but I can help you stay."

"What?"

"Don’t you feel so good now?"

Adam felt the tentacle inserted his anus further and those stroking his body and genital became faster. He did actually not move his body yet, he was stilled trapped in the same place by tentacles.

"You will be strong, fearless and positive, all you need is submission"

The tentacles guided Adam’s hand to touch Mike’s body, it’s so hard so manly.

"Join us, be brothers, we share our mind, we improve our physique, we obey master, master help us become better, master is the truth."

Mike’s lips suddenly came close to Adam’s and gave him a deep kiss.

Adam resisted at first because he and Mike were best friends but not gay. However, he gave in very quickly. Good friends hug, good brothers share, they share everything including saliva, so it’s normal to kiss your buddy.

Mike put his tongue into Adam's mouth, and it gradually became longer and thicker, and finally turned into an tentacle.

Adam felt the tentacle from his front and back extended to each other and connected. It’s the moment that every men disappeared, vanished like smoke, including Mike.

His vision became completely dark, could not see any thing but feel tentacles massaging his digestive tract, caressing his muscles, rubbing his face and something sucking his nipples and phallus hungrily.

And the smell. Smell salty, masculinity, freshly. The smell of the ocean and men. He started to imagine a muscular himself surrounded and squeezed by other muscular men. They were brothers, they loved each others, they were each others, they were all embraced by Master’s arms. The tentacles made him very close to climax and the voice of master whispered.

"Submit. My child. Accept your true form. Follow my lead forever."

Adam felt so good, and he finally understood. He came to find a way to help Mike. But in the end, he was the one need help. Thanks, Mike. Thanks for tricking him to grab the black visor. The visor was absorbed in his hand and the journey to the truth began.

Master is the truth. All men are Master’s children. All men should submit. Master will make each man perfect. Each man is equal. They are brothers, follow Master’s lead.

He submitted. Not only body and thought but also spirit and soul.

"Good child. You have your reward."

Adam reached the most fierce but also most pleasurable climax in his life. He roared like a beast, he knew Master would be pleased if he proved his loyalty out loud.

For a second, he saw himself standing among other muscular males, all in skintight rubber suits. They lowered their head to show submission to the Master.

—————————————————————

On the ceiling of the basement under the nightclub, hang several giant rubber eggs. Tentacles massaged and stroked each eggs, slimy and slippery. Moaning sounds could be heard occasionally from the eggs.

One of them was shaking violently. A small vertical crack appeared and plenty of black goo flew out. The crack became bigger and bigger until the egg shell cracked in half. All remained black goo fell on the ground and there was a naked man kneeling on one knee.

The man’s body was muscular and sculpted, his face was with square chin and five o’clock shadow, his hair short and eyes blank. He slowly stood up. The black goo spread from his toes up and formed rubber boots and pants. Some goo shot to his arms and rubber gloves were created.

The man’s head kept down until the goo covered all from his neck down. The skintight rubber bodysuit outlined his perfect body, glimmering under the led neon lights on the walls.

He walked upstairs to the ground floor. There were also giant black rubber eggs, some merely pulsating, some were cracking, and some already broken, but there was only him alone in the room.

The man’s finger touched a cellphone left on the bar table, the cellphone wrapped in black goo immediately.

"911, what’s your emergency?"

"I am kidnapped! Help!" The macular man used a faked young man voice answered.

"Do you know where you are? Are you safe?"

"I’m safe, for now. It’s a nightclub…" he gave them the address.

"May I have your name please?"

"I am Adam."

"Okay, sir. Our men will be there in 10 minutes, please be calm."

"Hurry!" And he hang on the phone, or more accurately, disconnected the phone.

Adam stood up straight, smiled. He knew he did well as Master ordered him to do so he could enjoy the pleasure throughout his body. When the police arrived, Master might give him the main reward, the first climax after his rebirth.

The visor form on his blank eyes. He walked out and gave a nod to the bouncer. Mike and the bouncer were assigned as guards of the cult and should be more muscular than other followers. But follower like Adam who could arrive to the front of Master, would be assigned as missionaries. They would be given nice looking face and their body would morphed to the most attractive type according to the objects.

Adam walked through the alley, searched target. He had never been so eager to take the initiative to contact strangers. Thanks to Mike for helping him get to know his master. Now with the support of his new brother and the leadership of his master, he had a clear and new goal in life.

"Thank you, master!" He yelled in mind but made no noise in public when enjoying his first main reward at the entrance of alley in the street.

#rubber #mystery fiction #cosmic horror #hp lovecraft inspired #horror story #muscular male #ai image #18+ content #mind control #tofu83 #rubber men

[selineram3421]

I just want some comfort, my dog died today can the hazbin hotel help me lift my mood?

*drops everything* Comfort alert!

Comfort

Hazbin Hotel X Reader

Warning ⚠

⚠ mentions of death-losing a pet ⚠

You were NOT in the mood for anything.

Instead of your usual demeanor, you were very very quiet. Only letting out noises of acknowledgement when someone spoke to you.

The Hazbin crew didn't know what had caused your sudden silence but they noticed that you had turned your pet's collar into a bracelet. Angel learned that your little friend had passed after finding you crying in one of the hallways.

"Hey, it's ok. Let it out hun.", the spider demon gave you a hug and pat your back. "Come on. Let's go get you a drink."

At the bar, you let him and Husk know that you'd tell everyone about it later.

"I just want to sit with it for a bit and not be bothered.", you mumbled. "Yeah, hugs are nice and all but it gets a little tiring hearing the same thing.", you took a sip of your drink. "I just want understanding and someone to sit with me, ya know?"

"We'll give hugs when you want or need it kid.", the cat demon said. "I get that redundant question would be annoying but just understand that people care. If you don't want them asking questions, just let them know."

You sighed. "You're right.."

The next day you told everyone during an activity.

"Oh..", Charlie covered her mouth and started to tear up. "I'm so sorry to hear that. How are you doing? Is there anything you need?"

"I just need time to feel it out.", you answered.

"Of course, take all the time you need.", Vaggie spoke up.

"If you want, we can do an activity on grief?", the Princess suggested.

"Maybe next time.", you gave her a weak smile.

Of course Alastor hates that you're all gloomy. He tries to cheer you up with food because the last time he told you to smile.., well you almost socked him in the face.

The Radio Demon was the last to know of your fluffy friend's death and didn't know what to say.

With an awkward pat on the shoulder, he wore a small smile.

"Just know that you were their cherished friend as well, be content knowing that both of you got to experience this time together."

Niffty makes you a memorial box to keep your pet's stuff in.

The egg boys give really nice hugs.

Sir Pentious is an awkward noodle but he is very respectful.

"You are in mourning and I will be here if you ever need a friend."

Yes, it is hard to lose a pet. You thought and glanced at the Hazbin crew. But I have friends here to support and comfort me when I need it.

Losing a fluffy friend is always hard. Just know that friends and/or family are there for you. Heck, I'll be here if you need it. I hope this was able to cheer you up in some way.

In respects to your pet who crossed the rainbow bridge.

~Seline, the person.

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

No Going Back - Lewis Hamilton

Switching Team pt 2

Dark fic - if you don't like this or the warnings/themes make you uncomfortable. I can't stress this enough, DO NOT READ THIS

Warnings/themes: Age gap, smut, coercion, manipulation, corruption/innocence kinks, gaslighting, parental intervention, baby trapping

I actually think I love this part waaaaay more than the first part 🥵

"I'm not saying I've influenced you, but you're style has certainly changed recently." Lewis smirks snapping the waistband of the fishnet tights she's wearing. "I'm not sure I like these...they're another thing getting in my way to you."

"Oh." Y/n chokes as she feels his finger tips catching the thread of the fishnets before he manages to rip them. "Lewis..."

"They look nice, but I don't want any more challenges for access to that amazing pussy, ok?" Lewis smirks then managing to rip her panties off following that. "And since you're going to see your dad and Susie. There is one extra thing I want you to be wearing."

Lewis all but impales y/n down on himself in one swift and surprisingly smooth motion, a loud moan from the sudden pressure and fullness falling past her lips. He pulls her legs up and begins pounding up into her, thrusting with a mission to make sure she's thinking only about him the whole time.

He's not aiming for her to orgasm, only chasing his own and wanting to make sure she's left wanting him. He'll have her back from Toto again in no time.

When she innocently mentioned dinner at home with the family, he knew what it would really turn into. But he's not going to lose her, or specifically he's not going to lose to Toto.

That man has caused enough loss in his career, he won't be allowing y/n to be another thing he takes from him.

Lewis groans holding her down on him. She's still getting used to his size, not that he's certain it's actually something she can get used to but she doesn't look quite so uncomfortable as she did the first time.

He can feeling himself twitching and practically pouring into her as if he's never came so much in his life.

"I'm going to be late." Y/n whispers trying to get up. "I have to clean up."

"No, I want you leaking right there in front of him."

"Lewis-"

"Y/n." Lewis states sternly more than aware that he's being mean, but y/n will be doing as he says. "And if you're good and come back without having tried to clean up. Then I'll finish what I started since you didn't finish."

-

Y/n shifts feeling gravity work fall too effectively with Lewis' reminder of himself while she sees her dad and Susie.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Susie asks actually always having tried to maintain as close a connection with her husband's daughter as possible.

"Yes. Oh yes. I was just...well I was wondering what this is all about? As much as dinner is nice, last time we had it all together was to tell me that an aunt had died." Y/n smiles awkwardly while crossing her leg to try and force some slowing of the cum leaking out of her.

"Do we need a reason to want to see you when you've been so absent?" Toto questions making her wince a little, his tone is so cold and cutting that even Susie gives him a sharp look.

"Toto." Susie warns since there is a reason and she prefers not to treat y/n, as innocent and sheltered as she is, like an idiot.

"Y/n, we think you should stop seeing Lewis. He is only using you to hurt me. He is being disgusting in the way he is using you and I think you deserve better." Toto states making y/n look at him dumbfound.

"W-What do you mean?" Y/n questions making Toto sigh at her.

"Lewis wants revenge for things I have said about him."

"I don't think that Lewis would use me like that." Y/n argues with a frown, tears welling in her eyes making Susie step in since she can see feelings are getting hurt quickly.

"Y/n, your dad cares about you. He wouldn't lie for no reason." Susie states smiling sadly. "Lewis and your dad aren't close like they used to be and your dad has made some regrettable comments that hurt Lewis' feelings. A lot. He seems to be using you as a means to hurt your dad and we just think that's not a nice thing for you. That's all."

"Well you're wrong." Y/n frowns standing up and making the chair screech. "Lewis treats me with love and that's more than I can ever say I got from my own dad. So-So fuck you both for trying to get in the way of me actually being treated right and for being happy."

"Y/n, please. sit down. We need to talk more about this." Toto states but y/n is already grabbing her bags and wiping at tears, her body does whip around at his words.

"No! You have been the worst dad to me! Isolated me, homeschooled me while never being here! Then leaving me at home while you marry someone new and start another family to leave me out of! I want a family who treat me right and Lewis seems to be the first step in getting that." Y/n snaps before storming out from there.

Susie sighs looking at Toto with an expression which just screams "I told you so" because she knew this outcome of this attempted intervention would only fall on deaf ears.

"If you ever want her back, you will have to do much more than that."

"I don't know if Lewis will let that happen. He's got in her head."

Susie sighs again leaning back then nodding as she rubs his back gently.

"I'll arrange for something so I can speak to her alone. Clearly you are not her favourite person." Susie mumbles then patting his back.

Meanwhile y/n is standing outside the front door hiccuping and crying while calling Lewis for help.

Of course Lewis saw this coming a mile off from when he dropped her off to begin with and was waiting only 20 minutes before the call came and he answered promising to be there within 10 minutes.

He pulls up them private drive and parks up in front of the house knowing he's in full view if Toto decides to look out a window. Something he intends to take full advantage of.

"Oh baby." Lewis sighs opening his door to find the young woman's bloodshot eyes and tearstained cheeks. "Come here."

He moves the seat back giving her space to climb in with his guidance, making sure she's straddling him.

"They said you're using me to hurt my dad."

"That's ridiculous." Lewis scoffs then tracing his finger up her open thighs. "I know what with make you feel better."

Lewis hadn't intended initially to make the plan of getting y/n pregnant but then the thought of how toto would react struck him and now he can't think of anything better and with y/n none the wiser it's easy. Too easy since apparently her homeschooling never taught her sex education beyond basic biology. She knows more about the structure of a sperm cell than how to prevent them from getting inside her.

Fucking her in her dad's driveway was a spontaneous thought but the knowledge that she obediently did as she was told when it came to not touching his cum

"L-Lewis." Y/n panics when he pulls out his dick.

"I need you now baby." Lewis states making her swallow looking out the window only for his hand to come up forcing her head to turn back to him, looking at him. "They don't matter, it's just you and me."

-

There was a big statement made at the next race when y/n showed up in a short velvet red dress with red Mary Jane heels as Lewis wore a black suit adorning a matching red shirt, both in the perfect Ferrari red. Matching black sunglasses as they both walked with a stride that let everyone know the power they hold as couple.

Sure Lewis really holds 99% of the power, but y/n being there in all red is significant. Plus they just look stunning together.

Swarms of cameras surrounded them and y/n was actual turning pink from all the attention, her hand tightening her hold on Lewis' hand making her squeeze it since he doesn't actually want her to feel scared. Especially in this moment.

Y/n hasn't spoken to Toto since their meal that was cut very short. Susie has contacted her and even tried speaking some sense into Lewis but that was met with no avail.

It's not so much a surprise when Susie appears walking up to y/n since this is an F1 Academy weekend too.

"Y/n." Susie smiles, actually being greeted with a hug from the young woman. "You look gorgeous."

"Thank you." Y/n smiles before feeling Lewis' hand squeeze her own in warning of not playing too nicely.

"Y/n invited me to come to the F1 Academy race as he plus 1 if that's ok." Lewis states testing Susie to see if she'll prove herself a threat.

"You're always welcome, we appreciate your support." Susie assures him but the strain behind her eyes tells him that she's not really eager for him to be there. "I'm sure Ferrari's drivers appreciate your support."

"We have to go." Lewis states guiding y/n ahead of him into the Ferrari unit where Susie had caught them just before stepping onto the little path going through the courtyard style outdoor area each unit has.

-

"Lewis, we don't usually speak about gossip or relationships. But there has to be some verbal confirmation. Are you dating y/n Wolff?" A reporter asks looking in awe of the fact they're even asking.

The rest of the drivers are a mixture of smirks and curiosity, some avoiding looking at the 7 time champ, some looking at him awaiting the confirmation.

"Yes." Lewis nods keeping it short and sweet but the smirk on his face speaks enough for much more to be apparent.

"And given how things have been with Toto since last season, how does he feel?"

"I don't think Toto's feelings about it mean much to either of us. It's not his relationship. Though he might be mistaken to think he gets a say." Lewis shrugs earning some audible gasps and laughs from both on the sofa with him and around the room.

"Right. Thank you." The report mumbles clearly in shock.

After the press conference, Lewis walks to watch the F1 Academy practice where y/n is still adorned in her all red outfit, smiling as she stands on the pit wall.

"Hello, beautiful." Lewis greets making her turn with a grin while Susie is a lot less happy to see him. "Susie."

"Lewis." Susie hums clearly trying to make sure she doesn't lose y/n too.

"Lewis, these cars are so cute. It's a shame they don't really go as fast as the rest of the feeder series. But I think it kind of adds to the entertainment." Y/n grins earning a hum as he catches her in a prolonged and heavy kiss, just making sure Susie knows y/n might not see her as a problem but he certainly won't be mistaking her as anything other than a means of Toto still having a way to y/n.

He's aware that Toto caught sight of y/n and Lewis having sex in Lewis' car on his drive in front of the house. Toto made sure to message about his outrage, though he did try calling. Lewis declined calls for both his and y/n's phones and with y/n being really in the palm of his hand. He was able to block Toto's number from her phone entirely.

But eventually y/n breaks the kiss. "How was the press conference?"

"Mmm...boring, they did ask about us though."

"They did?" Y/n asks looking genuinely surprised, as if they haven't seen broadcast clips of their entrance on replay on most of the screens around the paddock meaning that the rest of the world has been subject to seeing it too.

"Yeah, and now the world is aware of your relationship status." Lewis smirks catching her in another heavy but shorter kiss. "I didn't think you'd mind."

"N-No, I don't mind."

"Good."

-

Safe to say headlines were out before the F1 Academy race was over and Lewis was relishing in seeing it all. Many of them theorised that Lewis was using y/n as a means to anger Toto and while they're right. He certainly won't be confirming that.

But he will be feeding all the content by dressing y/n exclusively in all red from here forward.

#f1 #fanfic #formula 1 #dark!lewis hamilton #dark lewis hamilton #dark!f1 #dark f1 #dark!fic #dark fic #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fic #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton x y/n #lh44 x you #lh44 #lh44 x reader #lh44 imagine #lh44 smut #lh44 x y/n #lh44 fanfic #lh44 fic #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

[buckttommy]

When buck screams tommys name in distress, how would you like it to happen?

well. so. obviously tommy gets hurt on the job and obviously buck witnesses it. i don't know how it happens, necessarily. i know 911 said they didn't necessarily want to do big wildfires out of respect for the fact that they have big wildfires in california, but that's the only thing i can think of, like. i don't know if you've seen the og/ls crossover episode (i'm going to assume you have) but having all these firefighters together.. it's the most time buck and tommy have ever spent together while on the job. they do little check-ins with each other throughout the days as the week stretches on, just to make sure they're safe, just to make sure they're coping well. they never do anything more than kiss and hold each other for a couple minutes in a dark/quite corner of one of the sleep tents, both because they're exhausted and because it's definitely not the time or place, but. it's enough. you know?

and so. about eight days into the wildfire, a group of firefighters goes missing. they're completely unresponsive, and that's a bad sign, so tommy's unit has to fly in to go get them. when buck learns tommy's flying out for this specific rescue, he's anxious as hell. that area he's flying out to went bad days ago, visibility is shit, and the group of firefighters that stopped responding was the last group that was ever going to be sent out before the whole area was going to be considered too far gone to save. so he's nervous. scared shitless, actually. but tommy just pulls him aside and he smiles that warm, loving, reassuring smile of his. kisses him and says, "don't worry i'll be okay, everything is okay" and he's scared too, buck can see it in his eyes, but he kisses him back hard and long and just tells him, like, "come home safe to me, ok?" and it's a request but it's also a demand. tommy has to come home. there's no other option. not one that buck can survive, at least.

so tommy goes away and buck/the rest of the 118/some others are is deployed to an area that's pretty close to where tommy is supposed to be flying overhead. after a while, buck gets into a rhythm, so he doesn't think (much) about tommy and just focuses on the task at hand and what he has to do. and then at some point, he hears a chopper overhead and he's so relieved... up until the moment that he notices something is very fucking wrong. he doesn't know what, exactly, but the helicopter is going down and he can't fucking breathe and it is has nothing to do with the smoke. and buck, like.... it'd be one thing if he was hearing about it after the fact, you know? if he heard about it after, he'd be spared the sheer, lifechanging panic of what it looks like to see his world collapse in real time. but he's actually standing there, and he's witnessing the love of his fucking life go down in a wildfire and. so. yeah. he screams tommy's name at the top of his lungs. he's not even aware that he's doing it, tbh. it's completely involuntary, a byproduct of watching this person he loves so much literally die (so he thinks). and there are arms around his waist (he doesn't know whose, but they feel like eddie's) holding him back to keep from running, and someone's talking into a radio (bobby maybe?) but everything is just. it's chaos. his head his chaos, his heart stopped beating ages ago and now he's just. dead. just dead and waiting for, praying for a miracle he's not sure will ever come—

(and. so. obviously tommy is fine. buck doesn't actually, like, learn this fact until several hours later when he is already so firmly entrenched in the deepest depression/state of grief he has ever been in in his life (and considering he watched eddie get shot in front of him, saw a bridge collapse on top of bobby, and his sister was kidnapped presumed dead, that's saying a LOT). but then tommy staggers into the tent and buck absolutely falls the fuck apart. like. tommy barely gets a step inside before buck is on him—before they're on each other, actually—and. like. he's not okay at all. like. he's injured and should definitely 100% be on his way to the hospital. but he knew, okay? tommy kinard knows his boy and he knew what kind of state he would be in. so yeah, stopping by to see him was a no brainer. their reunion only lasts a couple minutes before tommy's body starts to give out on him and, like, yeah, hospital now. but. buck goes with him, and he doesn't leave his side once except when tommy goes through surgery and... everything is not okay but neither of them had the worst day of their lives and that's all buck could ever ask for.)

(and if they finally tell each other they love each other when tommy gets out of surgery and comes out from under the haze of anesthesia. well. that's just between them)

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #*wounded jack noises* #this hurt my feelings AND put them back together [< girl who literally wrote the thing] #anyways #this headcanon is. like. a sequel to the one linked btw. just in case you need to know how crazy this whole thing makes me #jack answers mail #tv: 911 #bucktommy

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Just a Kiss, Right?

Regina helps teach you how to kiss because you like Janis

“Oh my goodness I really like Janis but what if I’m a bad kisser like what if she gives me a chance and-“ your rambling is stopping by Regina putting a finger to your mouth “Y/n calm down, we can just kiss and I’ll tell you how you do” “This isn’t gonna make things weird between us right?” You say cautiously “Y/n, kisses don’t always have to mean you like someone like that, me, Gretch, and Karen practice kissing all the time, I know you like Janis and since you’re my friend I want to help you” Regina says trying to get you to chill out “Well…ok then” you both lean in and kiss it’s nice really nice you both pull away before the kiss can escalate in any way “Wow you’re a really good kisser y/n” Regina says wiping her smeared lipgloss of the bottom of her lip “Oh um thanks” you say blushing a little “um well I’m gonna go thank you so much Regina I really appreciate” you say pulling her in for a hug. “Of course any time, Bye y/n” she says as you leave, Regina calls Gretchen as soon as she hears the front door close down stairs

“Hey G what’s up?” Gretchen answers “Gretchen I have a problem” Regina says a little panicked “Gina what’s the matter? You didn’t kill anybody right?” Gretchen says really concerned do to Regina’s out of character behavior “What? no? I- I think I like…(y/n)” Regina says feeling a little anxious “Oh Gina you can’t like y/n that’s totally against the rules of feminism her and Janis are like practically dating and you just fixed your relationship with Janis you don’t want to ruin it that would be like super bad” Gretchen rambles “I know, can you just come over so I don’t have to be alone with my thoughts thinking about it is stressing me out” Regina says with a sigh “yeah I’ll be over in like 10 ish minutes, k?” Gretchen says grabbing her purse and heading to the door “ok see you soon bye” “bye” Regina hangs up and screams into her pillow “god damn it Regina why are you so stupid” she tells herself

———

‘Oh my god’ you thought ‘I can’t like Regina I like Janis like sooo much shes like the best thing to happen to me…but Regina I don’t know why I’m drawn to her and that kiss definitely meant something to me…what am I going to tell Janis “hey remember your best friend turned enemy turned friend again? Yeah well guess who has a crush on her? Me yup but like also have a crush on you” no that’s dumb’. Your phone buzzed which pulled you out of your thoughts

👾Janis💕: heyyy beautiful I miss you

(Y/N): aw Janis I miss you too

You’re heart was pounding trying to wrap your head around these feelings

———

“Maybe you should talk to Janis about this” Gretchen says earning a shocked look from Regina “look I know you might think it’s a bad idea but I think if you’re honest with her and yourself, you’ll feel better” “Gretch, I mean this in the nicest way possible and you know I’m trying to be nicer but that is a horrible idea” Gretchen sighed “Regina” “ugh fine I’ll talk to her”

Reg👛: hey Janis can we talk

J👾: um sure what’s up? Is this a call or text or in person situation?

Reg👛: um call or in person but if it’s in person you can’t get mad at me

J👾: reg what’s going on?

Reg👛: can you just come over to my house please

Janis was definitely concerned, Regina said please and wants to talk to her. Janis quickly got ready and headed over to Regina’s house on her skateboard

“Ok I’m gonna go call me after you talk to her for a debrief” Gretchen said hugging Regina “I don’t even know what to say” Regina complained “just be honest, you got this Gina” Gretchen says pulling away from the hug “bye Gretch” Regina said with a sigh

———

Shortly after Gretchen left there’s a knock at the front door. Regina heads down stairs and answers it. “Janis, wow you got her fast” “uh yeah hi, what did you want to talk about?” Janis said leaning in her board “oh um right, let um go to my room” Regina said awkwardly, alarming Janis slightly but still following Regina upstairs. The enter Regina’s room and she closes the door. “Ok don’t get mad and don’t freak out, ok?” Regina said hesitantly “ok…?” Janis said confused but wanting to know what Regina has to say “ok so I know (Y/N) likes you and I’m pretty sure you like her too which makes sense but I decided to help her out because she was worried about being a bad kisser and you know I help Gretchen with that all the time but with (Y/N) it felt different my whole body was like tingly in a good way and I think I have a crush on her which is honestly really weird because I haven’t felt like this since- “ Regina paused her rambling and made eye contact with Janis realizing the feelings that she thought were gone flooded back like they never left “since us…?” Janis said “yeah” Regina said softly “so we both like y/n, that’s ok, feelings aren’t something you can control Reg, I’m not mad at you for liking her she’s awesome” Janis said calmly “J I- never mind” Regina said too scared to continue which was weird given her usual confidence “Reg you gotta be completely honest with me for us to work, so what is it talk to me?” Janis said putting a gentle hand on Regina’s knee to show she’s not trying to be threatening “J I think my feelings for you never went away but that doesn’t make sense because how could I like y/n and you, you can only like one person at a time” Regina said starting to be more confused with herself and feelings “that’s actually not true, you can like a lot of people, it’s called being polyamorous, I’m polyamorous” Janis said a little nervous “wait really?” Regina said with a slight head tilt “yeah, also I think I still have feelings for you too which I have definitely been trying to ignore” Janis said looking down at her hands “wait what? Really? Don’t mess with me Janis that’s not funny” Regina said getting defensive “Reg, chill” Janis said putting her hand on Regina’s thigh. Regina’s breath hitched in her throat as she looks down at Janis’ hand then back up at Janis “J, I um” Regina said blushing “oh um sorry I didn’t um” Janis said pulling her hand off of Regina, Regina stopped her and and said “Janis can I um can I kiss you?” Janis nodded starting to lean in for a kiss, Regina connected their lips the same spark Regina felt earlier with y/n was there again but with Janis. They both pulled away “wow” Janis said blushing “you’re good at that” Regina giggled

*buzz* *buzz* Regina’s phone vibrated, it was y/n calling

“It’s y/n” Regina said to Janis “answer it” said Janis “ok” Regina said answering the call

“Hello?” “Hey Gina um can we talk about are um kiss from earlier?” You said worried she be mad about you bringing it up “yeah what’s up?” Regina said “um I think it meant something to me and I’m kind of hoping it meant something to you too? Also I have to be honest I still like Janis so i don’t know I feel really confused” you said freaking out a little “hey y/n” Janis said making you freak out more “JANIS?!?!” “The one and only” you couldn’t see her but you could hear the smirk on her face the way she said it “did you um hear everything I just said?” You said sounding worried “yeah but I also heard Regina have a very similar freak out a few minutes ago so don’t worry” “wait what?” “I like you y/n…and I also like Janis” Regina said “WAIT SO WE ALL LIKE EACH OTHER?” Happy shocked “Yeah” Janis said with a small laugh “um y/n you should come over to my place, Janis is already here and I feel like maybe we should um just like all be together right now you to like figure out what this means for us?” Regina suggested “um yeah absolutely I’ll be there soon” you said putting on your shoes

———

*knock* *knock* “hey y/n” Janis says as she opens the door looking you up and down slowly “h-hi” you said blushing slightly

A/N: does this suck or should I write a part 2?

#mean girls #janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #janis ‘imi’ike x reader #regina george x reader #janis x regina #Regina x Janis x Reader

[chatsukimi]

ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ: (cigarettes after sex geto x reader series, angst)

I missed you & I cried, but I said that I was alright & I know it’s been awhile since I needed a distraction.

Geto Suguru drips blood onto your doorstep. It's been six years since the incident and when he sees your face, tired from having been woken up in the middle of the night, his instinct still betrays him.

'Baby, can I come in?' Closing the gap, he opens up his posture as though you'd run back into his arms.

You cower away at the mass murderer. Why is he here? The familiar stranger deflates into almost a sorrowful expression, his eyes scrutinising the living room with such concentration. Pressed against the back of the couch, your hands curl into fists.

'You're here to kill me, aren't you?' You stand up properly, letting his gaze crawl over your body. 'Do it. Make it quick.'

His voice cracks like a distant record, mumbling in the same foreign and pathetic register, '... was thinking about you...'

Oh, that makes all the difference, doesn't it? He decides he wants you again and you come rushing back to the monster.

Only, you would. It pains you that you've held those bloodied hands, that you used to tidy up his wet hair, admonishing him for not bringing an umbrella, that he's carved his touch into your very consciousness. That the lack of him haunts you still, echoed in the shock of your wide eyes. He fixes you with that stubborn stare; he knows you remember.

Once you gather your stampeding heart back into the cavity of a hollow chest, you have it in you to flinch at the barrage of cuts and scratches littering his body. They bend with his every breath.

Must hurt like a bitch, you think.

'I can leave,' he offers, an empty promise.

'No... it's OK.'

You think you see him soften. It's been years... then again, it's been years since you've seen him at all.

'Close the door. Let's get you fixed up.'

You lead him to the bathroom and sit him on a stool. He hangs his head. Studying the heavy bruises dotting his back, your fingers flutter over his skin, casting a fragile burst of reverse curse technique to mend the harm.

Rainwater dribbles quietly through the pipes.

Geto thinks of a time when he could've laughed in this instance with gritted teeth, tell you not to expend so much cursed energy on him when Shoko could, and you had to save your power for the mission tomorrow. But now all he can bank on is your weakness.

He hums as your hand accidentally brushes a wide gnash on his shoulder.

'Careful. Dunno if the curse is still there.'

You remain silent.

You have the right to be.

'Who did this to you?' You wince at the way it sounds.

Like you care.

His heart lights up at the foolish idea. It truly mirrors a dream. But this time, he can turn around and your face is right there. There.

It doesn't vanish, but it also doesn't fray into warmth.

He lets out a frustrated exhale. 'It doesn't matter.'

But it does.

'Who did you fight?' you question again.

'... a jujutsu sorcerer.'

Your leg hits a cabinet door. He forces himself to raise an eyebrow.

'And what... happened... to them?' You're drifting further from him every second.

He knows exactly what you mean, what you don't want to say aloud. Horror shifts over your face before he even speaks- it's too far gone.

'I killed him.'

See, he wants to think he has the right to feel hurt by what you do next.

Fuck. You stumble back against the sink. You close your eyes, your hand moving over your mouth to stop you from retching to the smell of blood. A sorcerer's blood. An innocent sorcerer.

Just weeks ago, he stayed up all night listening to you cry on the phone, figured that as long as he didn't speak, he wouldn't be infringing on the moral code he set for himself. The sounds of your quiet sobs still wrack his body.

He figured he was smarter at the start. During the first two-three years, at every mention of your name, he'd depart, loading onto his schedule a series of exorcisms and executions to crowd you out of his mind. He was smarter then.

Now, he simply stands there, still. He waits for you to calm yourself because he knows he has no right to do anything else.

He was yours before he was ever slave to the cause- and fuck, does that realisation destroy him. (that he ruined the first good thing in his life)

'How old...' you mutter, '... how old were they?'

One shot after another, yeah?

'Seventeen,' he murmurs, his voice still damn silky smooth.

'How could you...' you stutter out. 'How could you?'

He remains silent. You have to think for yourself, he knows. He couldn't guarantee anything if he merely disarms you with his touch.

Though it doesn't hurt to hope.

'Seventeen,' you repeat. 'I was only seventeen when you left.'

'... I...'

He finally steps forward, unable to abide by his inner rules anymore. He is losing you. A small rebellious voice in him screams, finally! This is what you deserve!

'Please.'

'Leave.'

You're trembling.

He wants to close the gap. To reassure you that everything will be OK. But if he moves further by an inch, you'll call the cops. You'll call the higher ups. You'll call Gojo. He knows you.

'No.'

'You killed a child.'

'... I know.'

He knows, don't you get it? Nothing will ever be the same.

'I'm scared.'

'I won't hurt you.'

'Won't you?'

He stops. You, the image of his sparkling adolescence, crumbling away. With every little exhale you take, he sees the line he's drawn six years ago transform into a cliffside, the rift extending into a canyon.

'Don't you know I want you?' He bows his head like a man in prayer before you.

Wet hair against your warm breath. Strong arms beside you, locking you on the bathroom counter. The bitter lips you still remember now purple in the cold.

'You're leading me on.'

'No...' Geto buries his head in the crook of your neck. '... no...'

'I don't want this,' you say. He keeps his hands on your waist. 'I don't want you.'

At that, he lets out a noise truly pathetic for the man you once knew. He looks up and his purple irises still retain their watercolour beauty from back then. He looks up and, in you, he sees a lifetime. He presses his lips against your jaw and the scene blurs.

His thumb reaches up to brush the tear away.

'I'm sorry,' Geto says. 'For you. I don't care about those... non-sorcerers, but let me take care of you one last time, yeah?'

His eyes ache with that pathetic hope. He knows the future as well as you do.

You murmur out your words in a blank haze. 'Friends. W'broke up already.'

But did you? He still remembers how he never made things concrete, in the letter he left for everyone. He never spelled out the words 'over' or 'broken up' or even 'goodbye', perhaps because he knew he'd find his way back to you... too far gone.

If one puts a stethoscope at his heart, he's sure they can hear it break.

He swallows, nodding. OK. Friends. He can do that.

Friends. He'll make it up to you, he vows to himself. That night, Geto Suguru helps you take off your slippers, getting into bed. He notices how you don't say anything as he pulls you closer, cradling you as he used to do.

Missyoumissyoumissyou.

He scrunches his eyes shut. He feels no matter how close you are to him, you're not close enough- he sees the chasm of curses between you, haunting his sleep. Each time he wakes, he takes a moment to relish in the soreness of his arms, with you in them, and presses a chaste kiss on your head.

Your touch is all he needs in the world full of nightmares.

In the morning, before he leaves, he takes a cold shower in your bathroom. He pumps some coconut scented shampoo into his palm, lathering it through his hair. Sunlight eases through the curtains in your room. He paces to your bedside and lets his hand reach for you, touch your cheek, warm. Alive.

All he needs.

Geto Suguru leaves your house in the sixth year of his defection. He swears he'll never return.

...

Because I want to do everything that you want me to To tell you the truth

I need to stay alive, so sad that I could die

It’s leading me on, every time we touch Leading me on, every time it hurts series

#geto angst #geto suguru #jjk geto #jjk x reader #jjk angst #geto x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen angst #geto suguru x reader

[lucy90712]

By your side- Jude Bellingham

I thought I had my life together I was engaged, planning a wedding and had just found out I was pregnant everything seemed so perfect. I don't know how it all went wrong so quickly I just came home from work to be greeted with a note from my fiancé saying he was leaving me because he had been cheating and felt he was more in love with the other woman. He was so kind to let me have the house that I bought and only took his things from it although he did leave the place in a mess doing so. To start with I didn't feel anything as I was so in shock but once it sunk in I haven't stopped crying. Luckily finances aren't a worry for me as I make a good amount of money so I can continue to pay all the bills and can afford everything for the baby but having no support has been hard especially because no one knows I'm pregnant as I'm still quite early on. 

All of this happened Friday so I haven't been back into work yet and I know I should probably take some time off to figure things out and give myself time to work through my feelings but I need the distraction I can't wallow in self pity anymore. Luckily today I just have a lot of paperwork to do so I'll be in my office just getting on with things not talking to the players who would definitely ask questions as to why I'm not wearing my ring. Something I didn't account for out of pure stupidity is all my co workers as soon as I arrived they asked about my weekend just to be nice but just being reminded of everything that happened hurt. One then asked where my ring was as I never take it off and I had to just lie and say I took it off for something and forgot to put it back on all while trying to hold back tears. 

When I was finally in the confines off my office I couldn't hold back the tears anymore my whole world has been turned upside down and here I am trying to act like everything is normal which is so much harder than I thought. Even my office still portrays my perfect life my pc background is of me and my ex fiancé and I have so many pictures of us throughout my office. In my desk draw I even have an ultrasound picture from my first ultrasound which made me think about the fact that my baby has to grow up without a dad which I was so against for my own kids as I know the struggle. 

As I was sobbing I thought I heard a knock at my office door but no one said anything so I just kept crying until I felt a hand on my shoulder which scared the living daylights out of me. Part of me wanted to punch whoever or whatever was behind me but instead I just jumped back and turned around at the speed of light. My soul came back into my body when I realised that it was just Jude although I still kind of wanted to punch him for scaring me so badly. That's when it hit me that Jude had just seen me crying my eyes out and I have to explain why I was so upset which only made me cry again thinking about it. Jude knelt down in front of me and tried to wipe my tears as they fell but he couldn't keep up so instead he tried comforting me to stop the tears altogether. 

It took a while but eventually I had no more tears left to cry and I was forced to try and regulate my breathing again. As I tried calming myself down my morning sickness kicked in at full force and my options were throw up all over Jude or try and make to to the bathroom so I picked the second option and ran towards the bathroom. I made it just in time and apparently so did Jude as I felt him gather my hair and hold it back while rubbing my back. He must think I'm insane as I've just cried in front of him for 20 minutes now I'm throwing up but his opinion of me is the least of my worries right now. 

"Are you ok?" Jude asked once I had stopped throwing up 

"Yeah I'm fine" I lied 

"Whats wrong and before you tell me there's nothing wrong I know there is no one cries that much for no reason" Jude said 

"I'm just going through a hard time" I said 

"Look you don't have to tell me but it might help to get things off your chest plus I promise I won't tell anyone" he said 

"Ok but be prepared it's a lot" I said 

"Friday night when I got home my fiancé left me a note saying he was leaving me for another woman that he'd been cheating on my with for nearly a year and to top it all off I'm 10 weeks pregnant with our baby" I explained 

"Oh wow that is a lot" he commented 

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything I'm sorry" I said suddenly feeling insecure 

"No no I don't mean it like that I just wasn't expecting you to be holding onto so much I don't know how you are even here right now I'd be wallowing in bed" Jude said which made me smile 

"Look I know we aren't extremely close but you confided in me and as long as you'll let me I want to be there to support you with anything you need and I mean anything if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there and if you want someone to beat up your ex I'm on it" he said completely seriously 

"Thank you your support would mean a lot just don't tell anyone at least not right now" I said 

"You got it I won't utter a word to anyone else until you are ready" he said miming zipping his mouth

~~~~~~~~~~

3 months later 

The last few months have been difficult but Jude has made my life so much easier. Every day after training he comes to my office usually with a snack of some form and just sits and talks with me as I work. He also gave me his number so anytime I need to talk I can call him or text him and he'll be right over no matter the time. He's been more caring and supportive in the last few months than my ex ever was throughout our whole relationship. I've come to realise that maybe this situation isn't all bad as if none of this had happened I'd still be with my ex settling for what I know now was a shitty relationship at best. He never cared for me he was just there and did what was necessary to stop me leaving but Jude has taught me that I deserve better as even though we are just friends I've enjoyed his company way more than my ex's.

Not only has Jude been there for me emotionally he has been physically present when I need him. He has come to some baby appointments with me he is too busy to make them all but he tries to be there as often as he can. The first time he came he didn't come in with me he just waited outside for me but the second time I let him come in and since then if he can make it he always comes in with me. It has been nice having someone else with me to keep me calm as they check that the baby is developing as they should be and having someone else there when I found out the gender was nice too. I think Jude was more excited than I was to find out I was having a girl I went sure if I wanted to find out but Jude convinced me as he wanted to plan an on theme baby shower for me so that I had some good memories of this pregnancy.

Today is the day of the baby shower and I haven't had to lift a finger Jude and some of the other boys have planned it all and are setting up. The party isn't even being hosted at my place Jude said he'd set everything up at his and he promised to pick me up so I'm literally doing nothing other than turning up. My morning was so relaxing I was able to spend as much time as I wanted getting ready doing my hair and makeup all nice and putting on my dress which I got when out with some friends as they insisted that I looked too good not to buy it. For the first time in a while I actually felt really good, pregnancy has been really hard on my self confidence but I must admit that I look good all done up. 

Jude arrived right on time to pick me up and he even brought me a cupcake in case I was hungry which at this point in my pregnancy I pretty much always am. When we arrived Jude made me close my eyes and led me all the way through his house back outside to the garden where I opened my eyes to see everyone already there and everything decorated perfectly. I nearly cried seeing everyone there for me I've felt so alone and like no one cares about me at times but knowing that they all took time out of their days to come here means so much to me. I made my way round and talked to everyone thanking them all for coming before Jude dragged me away and got me to sit next to a table which was stacked with gifts. Everyone had gotten me such lovely things and some essentials some of which I hadn't even thought about myself yet. Once I had opened everything from everyone Jude invited it was time to open the things he had gotten for me. He went completely overboard getting all sorts of really expensive items such as cribs, car seat, stroller he thought of it all. 

"Thank you so much Jude you don't need to get me all this in fact you shouldn't have it's all so expensive" I said 

"I wanted to you've had a hard time and you deserve nice things for the baby which I knew you wouldn't get for yourself" he said 

"Well thank you I don't know what else I can say or do to show you how much I appreciate all this" I said 

"You don't need to do or say anything I can tell by the tears in your eyes that you appreciate it and knowing you are happy is all I need" he said 

~~~~~~~~~~

4 months later 

So many people have told me to stop working and start my maternity leave but I just hit 38 weeks so I have a bit more time left and I don't want to waste my time off if the baby could not arrive for up to 3 weeks. I need as much maternity leave available for after the baby is here as possible as I'm the only one who will be looking after her and I can't bring myself to put her in daycare until she's closer to one which is when I'd come back to work. Working while this pregnant is difficult as I can't move as quickly as I used to and I have to pee what feels like every few minutes but I push through and get everything done with a bit of help from coworkers and Jude when he's around. 

This morning I woke up with pain in my lower back which isn't completely unusual but for some reason it felt different to the back pain I normally have. Despite the pain I got myself ready for work and drove to the training centre as that's where my office is. I made it to my office and started turned on my pc and started gathering the things I need for the day when I felt liquid tricking down my leg then it happened a big gush of what looked like water hit the floor. It felt like time stopped for a few minutes as I just stood there looking at the floor panicking slightly because as much as I tried to prepare for this moment now it's actually happening it's quite scary. Past me was prepared for this situation though as she brought spare clothes to the office a few weeks ago and I put my hospital bag in the car just incase. 

After a few minutes of panicking my rational brain kicked in and I got myself changed and found my phone so I could start timing my contractions. I waddled my way from my office down to the physios area of the training centre as I knew Jude would be there as he picked up an injury a few weeks ago so he's still getting treatment. My idea was to just deal with the contractions on my own for a while until I felt like I needed to go to the hospital but they were slightly more painful than I expected and I just didn't want to be alone. Jude had told me if I needed him he'd make himself available so I’m definitely going to take him up on that at least for a little while. 

He was exactly where I expected him to be but he definitely wasn't expecting to see me because as soon as he spotted me he told the physio to stop what he was doing and leapt off the bed towards me. There was a moment where he was clearly processing what must be going on as I never come and find him during the day and definitely not wearing comfy clothes like I am right now. It took him a second but it eventually he worked out why I was there and he looked just as panicked as I felt. 

"Oh my god are you ok do we need to go to the hospital?" He asked 

"First off I'm as good as I can be and two we can't go yet my waters have just broken I just didn't want to be alone" I said 

"Ok let me talk to Carlo and then we can go back to your office until it's time" he said 

"Wait do you need anything?" He asked before running off 

"Just some water please I didn't get chance to fill up my bottle" I said 

"Got it go back to your office and I'll be there before you know it" he said 

He wasn't wrong he got there just after I did although he did have the advantage of being able to run and not having to stop for contractions. As soon as he arrived he took over the timing of my contractions and let me squeeze his hand when I needed to although I didn't want to hurt him so I didn't squeeze too hard. Things started progressing a lot quicker than I expected and my contractions really started to hurt as they got closer and closer together which made it harder to stop myself from making too much noise like I had been. 

"Thats 5 minutes apart now" Jude said 

"It fucking feels like it" I groaned

"Do you have everything in your car?" Jude asked 

"Yeah my hospital bag and car seat are all in there" I replied 

"How about I drive your car to the hospital then so you can have everything you need" he suggested 

"That sounds like a good idea but when we get there please don't leave I don't think I can do this on my own" I said 

"I won't leave you don't worry as long as you want me there I'll be there but if you want me gone at any point just tell me it's all up to you but first let's get to the hospital" he said 

From the second we arrived at the hospital things went by so quickly I'm not sure that I remember everything that happened. What I do know is that I was already 6cm dilated when we arrived and things only progressed from there. I did a lot of walking around trying to let gravity do some of the work but when a contraction hit I couldn't keep going I had to grab onto whatever was nearest which sometimes was the bed and other times was Jude as he followed me around. 

When it got to the point that I was nearly ready to start pushing I considered whether I wanted Jude to stay because I really value the bond we've built over the last few months and I don't know if I want to ruin that by making him watch me give birth. My feelings for him go past that of just friends but of course he doesn't feel the same way as why would he want someone who's just about to birth another man's baby. Maybe having him stay would mean he doesn't want to see me again which would help me get over my feelings but then again I don't know if a harsh break in our friendship is what I need right now. In the end my fear of doing this alone won so I asked Jude if he was comfortable staying and to my surprise he said yes and promised he wouldn't look while laughing which definitely lifted the tense atmosphere in the room. 

All the doctors and nurses filed into the room and put my bed in the right position and put my legs in the foot holds on the bottom of the bed. Jude was stood right by my side as the nurses instructed me on how to breathe and when to push. It was definitely painful but the nurses and Jude kept encouraging me which kept me going even when I wanted to give up. All it took was a few minutes until I heard the most amazing sound of my daughter crying for the first time. There was no energy left in me to use to stop the tears so I just let myself cry and the tears only intensified when my baby girl was placed on my chest for the first time. She was just so perfect I don't think I've ever felt more love for anyone or anything in my life. Jude tried wiping the tears from my face but they were only replaced by more in just a few seconds. 

The nurses had to take my baby girl to do all of the necessary tests to make sure she is healthy which pained me as I just wanted to hold her but I know it's important. It was only then that I realised that I was still holding Jude's hand so I went to let go but he just held my hand tighter. I looked into his eyes and he too had tears in his eyes which made me even more emotional. His free hand pushed my hair back as it had become a mess over the many hours of labour I had been through. As he moved my hair out the way he leant down and completely unexpectedly his lips met mine in what was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. It was unexpected but I kissed him back pretty much straight away but he pulled away after a few more seconds. 

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I crossed a line I'm sorry" he said 

"Don't be sorry I enjoyed it I've had feelings for you for a while I just didn't think you'd want me" I said 

"How could I not want the most beautiful girl in the world" he smiled 

"I hope you know I come with my mini me now" I laughed 

"I wouldn't have it any other way" he said 

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham #football imagine

[diorcities]

⠀   ⠀ ── zｚＺ nct dream on reader calling them oppa.

nct dream sfw headcanon. *(삼촌 (samchon: uncle) library.

mark. he doesn't pay much attention to honorifics once he's friends with someone. besides, he's used to being called by you and haechan any variation of his name instead of his own, he finds makgeolli, mwork, markeuri funny, he just likes it more when you do it. but, the times you call him oppa he can't help but feel a certain way; somehow, it sounds endearing when you say it, but he wouldn't know how to tell you to do it more often without revealing too much about why. maybe he would joke about it, something like “dude, ah..., why don't you just call me oppa for once?” but hoping you would actually think about it.

jaemin. he wouldn't pay too much attention if you decide to call him by his name one day you realize you two are close, though he would feel like something is missing, he would feel weird until he realizes it's you, so he'd start referring to himself as oppa when you're around. “let oppa take care of it.” “oppa cooked you some meal.” he's the sweetest oppa ever. always taking care of you, making sure you're okay. acts super helpful. it's the way your voice sounds more tender when you refer to him than the rest, it makes him feel special; you make him feel special.

jeno. it's a simple word that for obvious reasons he's heard it before, but why does he always expect you to call him that? somehow, hearing oppa from your lips is a heartwarming feeling knowing that you only call him that among the dreamies. poor guy, he'd spend all day wondering why him? why only him? “maybe she likes you.” jaemin would suggest after listening to him vent for a solid half hour. maybe, maybe..., his crescent eyes would widen in panic, “what if she's been calling me oppa in a brotherly way?”

chenle. one time you heard him saying he likes it better when girls say his name... and last name. then you started calling him that way, and he didn't want to correct you at the time, so he went along with it because he doesn't care much if you use oppa or not..., right? when you start calling him by his first and last name, the boy thinks he's dying. he feels physically unwell. maybe he's exaggerated a bit that he doesn't care. constantly waiting for you to magically decide to call him oppa again without him having to intervene; it doesn't work and in the end he has to drop a super casual comment, “actually, i don't like how my name sounds in your mouth. call me oppa again.”

haechan. it's the only way you can get his attention. the guy acts like his name is neither lee haechan, nor lee donghyuck, nor dummy, brat, jerk... eventually you give in and he'd reply to you with the most condescending tone he has, “yes?” “you're unbelievable.” even though he wants to hide it, he actually melts when you use oppa when referring to him. it's a confidence boost for him. he would act overprotective in the future with you, and you would realize that it serves as a way for him to do what you ask.

renjun. if you are learning korean, then renjun would be the grammar rules policeman. just because what if you are talking to a stranger and you call them oppa? he'd emphasize that you should only call guys you consider close to you, like him, by that name. “what about your friends?” you may ask, “just call them by their full names, i guess,” he'd respond. ok, maybe he has offered to help you with your korean because every time you ask him something you always call him oppa as he takes this very seriously. “thank you, samchon!” uncle? uncle? there would be no way to describe his face other than grumpy. “you, brat!”

jisung. for the love of god, never call him that. nicknames, if you like. somehow, being called oppa makes him feel weird, especially if you do. it makes him nervous, it makes him sweat, it makes his stomach churn. maybe he's getting sick and doesn't know how to react to appear cool and chill. maybe he should tell you? why does he feel like he shouldn't? that it should be a secret what he feels? “hey, do you feel weird when yn calls you oppa?” he asks jeno; he somehow has the answer. “weird how?” “like you could explode if she keeps calling you that?” he looks at jeno in awe when he starts giggling, “doesn't that happen when you like someone?” oh. maybe. maybe that's it.

© diorcities / tagging @tddyhyck ♡︎

#nct dream fluff headcanons #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream soft hours #haechan fluff #mark fluff #jisung fluff #jaemin fluff #jeno fluff #renjun fluff #chenle fluff

[walpu]

Aventurine seeing you try and desperately rebuild your partner with the fake gem remains and part of him feels sad for you because you've been trying for months on end with little to no results. But he's also a little jealous? He can see how hurt you are but somewhere in his selfish heart he hopes they don't come back.

Aventurine getting broken so many times and losing so many inclusions that he starts forgetting the little things you do for him like he's going insane cuz he can't remember what you did together 2 days ago but he can still remember the warm and fuzzy feeling and it scares him. What if he forgets you name next? He couldn't live with that.

What if you make a promise together on a specific day and he forgets? You're so heartbroken and basically avoid him the whole day since you think he doesn't want to hang out with you and Aventurine is just left confused and hurt too because why are you suddenly avoiding him?? What did he do????

when you shatter together and are rebuilt, some of his inclusions get in you and some of yours in him (idk if that's possible but shhh we dream big). He starts to see himself through your eyes, how much you love him and all the things you never told him. You see yourself through his eyes, all his insecurities and emotions that he's bottled up.

ALSO what if reader was like a corundum or moissanite which both have a moh hardness of around 9 ish? So significantly stronger than Aventurine. Reader always throwing themselves in danger to keep him safe....

OK one last thing I PROMiSE

Aventurine still has a pretty high hardness, so the fact that he keeps getting shattered just means he's way too reckless when it comes to his own life. Just the mental imagery of you carefully putting him back together piece by piece, telling him to be more careful...man.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS HNK AU MY BELOVED

reader 🤝 Cinna

broken promises

I imagine reader being very strong but the power comes with a great cost. They have two modes just like Alexandrite but unlike Alex they can control their state.

Their inclusions collect energy from the sunlight and they can use this energy to buff themselves up significantly but at the cost of their hardness and emotional stability (the more energy they use, the more transparent fragile their body becomes). If they use all saved up energy, they'll end up in the comatose state for like 150 years in order to recover completely.

So I like to think they're older than Aventurine physically but not much older mentally since they were in coma when he appeared.

Also. Them using like 90% of the energy in their body during the night raid :) Aven being scared for them but also shocked and heartbroken because they use this power against him :) like oh wow they actually do hate me that much haha :) reader did this to keep up with padpa and be able to fight Aven one on one since even if they're heartbroken they want this moment with him if not as partners then at least as enemies

#hnk AU #reader insert #aventurine x reader #ask