#I just can’t comprehend a single thing happening

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What's alien reader and conquest's whole dynamic like? What would mark feel about it also your writing is so good!

Their relationship is... confusing.

Conquest didn’t know what hit him.

One second, he was standing there, minding his own murderous business—

And the next?

A glowing, ethereal alien woman was in his face.

Floating. Beautiful. Eyes like galaxies.

And before he could react—

Her hands were on his face.

Soft. Gentle. Like a whisper against his skin.

He froze.

No one had ever touched him like that before.

Like he was fragile. Like he was human.

Then—

She spoke.

Soft. Loving. Creepy as hell.

"Lost," she murmured, tilting her head. "Empty. You are lonely, yes?"

Conquest’s blood ran cold.

"…What?"

She didn’t answer.

Just stroked his scarred face.

Her fingers traced his blind eye.

And suddenly—

Pain.

A deep, aching pain.

And then—

Warmth.

His vision returned.

His eye—

Was healed.

Conquest staggered back, gripping his face.

"You—"

She smiled.

And kissed his forehead.

"You are family now," she whispered.

Conquest had no idea what the fuck was happening.

But for the first time in his long, violent life—

He felt safe.

Conquest is used to fear. He is used to respect.

But love? Kindness?

What the fuck is that?

She doesn’t fear him. At all.

This unnerves him.

He has crushed entire planets. He has slaughtered civilizations.

And yet—

She treats him like a child.

"You are strong, yes," she muses, running her fingers through his wild hair.

"But strength is lonely, no?"

Conquest grits his teeth. He does not want to talk about this.

But she sees through him.

She sees everything.

He tries to push her away. She doesn’t budge.

"You are family now," she insists.

"You are alone. I was alone, too. No more. You are mine."

Conquest short-circuits.

She just declared ownership over him.

And he… doesn’t hate it.

Mark walks in one day to see his alien wife sitting in Conquest’s lap, stroking his hair.

Mark.exe has stopped working.

"What the—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

She blinks at him. "Hush. Baby need love."

"WHAT."

Conquest just sits there, glaring.

But he’s leaning into her touch.

Mark is losing his goddamn mind.

"HE TRIED TO KILL ME."

"That was then," she hums, pressing a soft kiss to Conquest’s forehead.

"This is now."

She treats him like one of her own.

And honestly?

It’s kind of terrifying.

She pets his head like he’s a dog.

She corrects his posture.

"Sit up straight, little one."

"I WILL KILL YOU—"

"You are slouching."

He immediately fixes it.

She kisses his forehead before he goes to battle.

"Be safe."

"I don’t need—"

She kisses him again.

"Return to me."

Conquest has stopped functioning.

She forces him to eat proper meals.

"Meat. Eat."

"I don’t need—"

She shoves food into his mouth.

Mark physically cannot comprehend this.

His wife just adopted a goddamn war criminal.

The kids love their new ‘Uncle’

Uncle Con.

He hates it.

But the tiny, glowing, fairy-like children do not give a single shit.

They swarm him.

They sit on his shoulders.

They chew on his hair.

They nap on his chest.

"Hhhghh," Conquest grumbles as twelve babies snuggle into his arms.

"Be gentle," she warns, placing another baby in his hands.

He does not move.

He has slaughtered planets, but he is TERRIFIED of dropping this tiny, fragile thing.

The child hugs his finger.

Conquest. Is. Done.

She doesn’t believe in platonic love.

She kisses Conquest freely.

His forehead. His cheek. The corner of his lips.

"You are mine," she reminds him.

"You are family."

Conquest does not know how to process this.

Mark is dying inside.

"What the hell are you two?!" Mark exclaims.

"Are you friends? Are you—are you—WHAT IS THIS?!"

She blinks. "Family."

Mark is losing it.

"THAT DOESN’T ANSWER ANYTHING."

He is jealous as hell.

"WHY DO YOU TREAT HIM LIKE HE’S SPECIAL?!"

"He special."

"I’M YOUR HUSBAND!"

"Yes."

"THEN WHY ARE YOU KISSING HIM?!"

"He family, too."

Mark is physically shaking.

Meanwhile, Conquest thinks this is hilarious.

"What’s wrong, boy? Can’t handle sharing?"

"I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE THROAT, OLD MAN."

"Try it, whelp."

But then—

One of the babies kisses Conquest’s cheek.

And Conquest freezes.

Then he just… melts.

And Mark has to watch, in horror, as Conquest slowly becomes part of their family.

She sleeps on him.

Literally just curls up on his massive chest and purrs like a cat.

She sings to him.

Ancient lullabies in her old language.

It is the only thing that puts him to sleep.

He lets the kids style his hair.

They give him braids.

They put flowers in his mustache.

He acts like he hates it.

But he never takes them out.

Conquest, the most feared warrior in the Viltrum Empire, is now a giant babysitter.

He carries five of them on his shoulders at all times.

They braid his hair.

They make him flower crowns.

Mark walks in one day and—

Mark: stares

Mark: squints

Mark: "Is that… a flower crown?"

Conquest: grunts "It means nothing."

The children: cheer happily in their weird frog-song voices

Her: "It means he is loved."

Conquest: grunts, but his ears are red

The Viltrumites are terrified.

No one knows what to do about this.

Why is Conquest so soft now?

Why does he let her touch him?

Why does he let her KISS HIM?

Why is he babysitting?

WHY IS HE WEARING A FLOWER CROWN?

But if you touch her or Mark? you're dead.

Because as much as she tames Conquest—

She also unleashes him.

Someone insults Mark?

Conquest rips their spine out.

Someone threatens her children?

Conquest goes on a warpath.

Someone disrespects her?

Conquest snaps their neck.

Her: patting his cheek "Good boy."

Conquest: smirks

Mark: horrified "BABE."

Conquest doesn’t talk about his past.

But she knows.

He was made for war.

He was never meant to be anything else.

"You were lost," she murmurs one night, stroking his face.

"So was I."

Conquest swallows. "And now?"

She smiles. "Now, we are found."

He hates how much that means to him.

He hates how much he wants to believe it.

But when her soft lips press against his forehead—

He lets himself believe.

Mark doesn’t understand.

Nobody understands.

But she understands him.

And he understands her.

She is his first love.

Not in a romantic way. Not in a sexual way.

But in a way that he has never known.

Because for the first time in his long, violent existence—

He is not alone.

In Short Their Relationship Is:

Creepy & wholesome.

Soft touches & forehead kisses.

Mommy issues in real-time.

Mark is having a mental breakdown.

Uncle Con is suffering, but secretly loves it.

The babies own him now.

Love is weird.

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Finders Keepers

Summary: in which alien!reader crash lands right in front of Gojo and your story with him begins Word Count: 1k (just trialing a new concept so it's a quick opening) Warnings: a little cursing, allusions to experimentation and alien warfare, reader is naked but not in a sexual manner

“I can’t believe aliens actually exist,” Satoru mutters to himself. 

This has been an incredibly wild evening. 

When he stepped out of his apartment to throw the bins out, he hadn’t expected to see a blinding flash of light zoom past him and explode in the parking lot. Thank goodness for his infinity, otherwise he would not have fared as well as the minivan you landed on. 

Yes. 

You.

The woman who came straight from the sky and fell on top of a car, missing him by just two metres.

At first, he thought it was a curse; these things get pretty weird sometimes, after all. But using his Six Eyes, he could tell you were different. Sure, you looked like any other person, with arms and legs and a head. But you had a unique aura to you, positively otherworldly. 

If he was any other kind of man, he would have just left you there and pretended nothing happened — ignorance is bliss and whatnot — but what kind of Honoured One would he be if he didn’t do his duty and helped you out?

So, he slides down the massive crater you made (boy is that going to be a pain for maintenance to clean up) and carefully cradles your naked body in his arms, carefully so as to not touch bits and pieces no gentleman has a business looking at. Why are you naked anyways? 

Sensing people making their way down the stairs to inspect the commotion, he teleports back into his apartment quick as a flash before anyone could think to look through their windows. 

He throws a blanket at you and leaves you on the sofa as he paces the length of his living room and ponders what to do. On one hand, he could call the police and leave it up to them to deal with you. The government would know best about how to deal about falling space women, right? But then, don’t all the sci-fi movies talk about inhumane experimentation, weaponizing alien technology, and Area 51? 

That wouldn’t be a very nice thing to do, at all. 

And on the other hand, he could just take care of you himself. He has the means to, that’s for sure. You really don’t look any different from everyone else — surely, you need the same things he does: food, water, shelter and warmth.

Right?

Just as he’s about to pick up the phone to call his doctor friend, you begin rousing from sleep. Your eyes flutter open and they’re a normal colour, which freaks him out more if he’s going to be perfectly honest. 

“Uh,” Satoru scratches the back of his neck, shuffling on his feet a little, “hey? I’m Gojo Satoru. You can just call me Satoru, though. If you want, or can, I guess.”

You tilt your head, scanning his body, and you open your mouth. What comes out is definitely an alien language. Or maybe he needs to travel more. But he certainly does not comprehend a single thing that you say. 

Clearing his throat, he tries to smile comfortingly. “Okay, so I didn’t understand what you said. Sorry. But uh, do you need anything? Like, do you know where you are? Yeah, you definitely don’t know what I’m saying either, do you?”

You tilt your head again. 

“What is wrong with me? Seriously. What was I thinking bringing you home? You may have fallen from the sky but I’m the one that clearly hit my head. I really am an idiot.”

Glancing around the room, you don’t look any bit as frazzled and panicked as he is. Actually, you’re as cool as a cucumber, and there isn’t a hint of shame or embarrassment on your face when you push yourself off the sofa, blanket sliding down your body. 

“Woah! Woah!”

Satoru presses his hands to his eyes and leaves them there for a second or two before realising that does absolutely nothing and when he pulls them down, he doesn’t flinch when you’re standing before him, inquisitive eyes meeting his. 

His infinity is on and he’s ready to subdue you if you prove to be a threat, but so far, he’s simply letting you reorient yourself, getting used to your surroundings and giving you the opportunity to decide he’s not a bad guy. 

That being said, however, he’s still deciding whether to keep you or not. He doesn’t want you to be poked and prodded — that wouldn’t be a very cool welcome to planet Earth and he doesn’t need you to go around telling your alien friends humans suck, though they do. But he also doesn’t know if that’s the best decision. 

You could be a danger to jujitsu society, to his students, to the world. What if, right at this very moment, you’re leaking deadly radiation? And what if his infinity can’t keep it out? Can’t keep you out?

Gosh, there are so many things that could go wrong. 

It’s entirely possible too that you’re a blood sucking monster intent on wringing him dry for all he’s worth. Maybe you’re not even an alien. Maybe you’re a special kind of curse, the kind that can bypass his Six Eyes, though he’s fairly confident that’s not the case (there’s no one stronger than him, after all). 

What if this is Kenjaku all over again?

Yeah, on second thought, he should definitely call the police. Or Ijichi, or the Prime Minister of Japan, or whoever will believe him when he says there’s a naked, alien lady in his home, and no, he’s not a pervert playing out some sick fantasy.

But just as he’s lifting his phone, you lift your hand the same time he does and cover your eyes. 

Then you say his name in perfect Japanese with a sweet, soft voice, not a hint of hesitation or unsteadiness. You smile, eyes still obscured, and he feels himself mirroring your gleeful expression. 

“That’s right. I’m Satoru. It’s nice to meet you.”

He decides, there and then, to hell with radiation, alien armies, and the deadly risk you pose to everything he knows or cares about. The military, conspiracy theorists, and scientists be damned.

He’s going to keep you. 

[etherealeowyn]

"You've Destroyed Me" - Joel Miller x Fem Reader

Angst & Fluff

Word Count: 889

When Joel and Y/n experienced a glimpse of normalcy while staying in Wyoming, they learn just how much they mean to each other.

It was odd finally being able to lay in bed that had been taken care of, not like the countless other dilapidated mattresses that Joel and Y/n had been forced to sleep on during their trek to Wyoming. That small town was the closest glimpse of normalcy Y/n had experienced since the outbreak first happened, and it was both comforting and saddening. Obviously, it felt good to be able to relax and step away from the horrors of the world, but at the same time, it made her wonder how much different her life would’ve been if none of this happened in the first place.

Joel’s arms were wrapped around her body, and Y/n’s head gently rested on his chest as she breathed in the scent of the cologne that had been left in the bathroom of the house they were staying at. Her body was relaxed, but her mind was still racing, and she could tell by the expression on his face that he was going through something similar.

“You’re the worst thing that has ever happened to me,” Joel spoke, breaking through the silence that had overtaken the room.

Y/n jumped up from his chest, hurt washing over her face, confused as to why he’d say something so hurtful to her out of the blue.

“Excuse me why would you say that?” she quipped back, looking at the man with tears forming in her eyes.

“No listen, you’ve destroyed me. Before you came into my life, nothing mattered to me in this fucked up apocalyptic world, but once I met you, I became scared of everything again. I’m terrified of living in this place without you, and though I want desperately to be the guy who doesn’t care, I can’t be him anymore. Because being him means that I couldn’t be with you, and the thought of that kills me,” Joel finished, and it was evident by the shakiness of his voice that he was holding back tears.

There hadn’t been a single instance when Y/n had seen Joel cry, and I think being in a place that provided a sort of normalcy was getting to him. Making him recognize a level of humanity within himself that he hadn’t been in touch with since before the outbreak.

“Joel, there’s nothing wrong with that, trust me I understand how much easier it is going through life not caring, but you’re not going to be happy that way. Everything is going to be monotonous and worthless, it’s scary finally feeling a sense of happiness again because I know how quickly it could be stripped from you. But at the same time, it makes life so much more precious, because you grow to appreciate the people around you even more. It’s bold of you to think you could get rid of me though, as if I’d let go of the one person in my life that I truly love,” Y/n replied, laughing away the couple of hot tears that had rolled down her cheeks.

“Do you really love me?” Joel asked, furrowing his eyebrows and looking down as Y/n’s hand that was resting tenderly on his thigh.

“More than anything else in this fucked up world,” she replied, but this time much more seriously.

He sat there for a moment, in some sort of shock, unable to comprehend that something this good could happen to him.

“I love you too,” he responded, and as the word slipped out of his mouth, it was the first time in a long time that he felt drops of water fall from his eyes.

Y/n’s hand reached towards his face, and ever so carefully, she wiped away his tears with the pad of her thumb. There was a soft smile playing on her lips, and the feeling of her skin touching him made the corners of his mouth pull up into a smile.

Joel began to lead towards the woman, and she followed suit, the pair stopping when his lips met hers. When their mouths connected, it didn’t feel like any of the other times they had kissed, this time there was an overwhelming emotional presence enveloped within it. Something that was there before but never reached this extreme.

When the two pulled apart for air, the atmosphere of the room felt different. The silence didn’t feel so strange anymore, it was comfortable, and for the first time in a long time the pair didn’t want to keep moving from place to place.

“Once we’re done delivering Ellie to the Fireflies, maybe we could come back and stay here. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m at home. Not just staying at a place, but truly at home,” Y/n spoke, and Joel nodded feeling his heart pound fast in his chest.

“I’d like that too, it would be nice to stay put, especially if I get to be with you and not worry all the time,” he responded pulling the woman back down on his chest and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Maybe you could have your sheep too, and if I’m lucky you could sing to me,” Y/n spoke with a smile unable to leave her face. “Now that would be like heaven to me.”

“I’m sure I could arrange something baby,” Joel laughed.

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🌟Blessings Rolling In throughout 2025 ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

Labyrinthia: When a government begins to falter, its people descend to pitiful depths… Perhaps this is what the fall of a nation looks like from ground level.

Clarissa: They’re as much victim as anyone else… Victims of the twisted chaos in this kingdom…

— conversation after defeating a band of bandits at Fallen Fowl Swamp; Wild Arms XF

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The whole world right now, apparently, is going through a massive Dark Nights of the Soul. It is apocalyptic for a lot of people…but… It is ideal. The Apocalypse essentially denotes the end times for the ruling class ha ha and indicates a new era of liberation for Mankind. Well, in reality it's a bit more complicated than that...but let this perspective suffice for the time being. Normal peeps shouldn’t fear the end times, but uhm, not—not saying this with a religious spirit🙃

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Charlton: Force can destroy a nation, but it doesn’t make building one any easier, much less maintaining order once it’s built.

Rupert: Is that so?

Charlton: It is the ability of the princess mediums to connect with the Guardians that keeps Elesius stable and strong. The very existence of that power sends an unmistakable message to the people about who is the ruler, and who is being ruled. Clear stratification based on one’s inherited gifts is a tradition that has preserved Elesius since the time of our forefathers.

Edna: But now that system is breaking down.

— conversation about the importance of princess mediums (pssst High Priestesses) of the Kingdom of Elesius; Wild Arms XF

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An Apocalypse is happening for the ruling class, but unfortunately—and hopefully soon enough you understand this—such a destruction is just the very thing they want to happen; all so they can build anew upon the ashes of the deconstructed establishment. In reality, it’s an ugly Hyper Game of which rules most peeps can’t even begin to comprehend.

But then…if the normal peeps are losing either way, what’s the Game Plan? Is there even one? There is something you can try to comprehend for the time being: to make apolitical of every decision you make in this world.

The problem with Gen Z (Sagittarius Pluto generation, which is 9th House aenergy, which is the House of Philosophical Foundations for Politics) and every other wokist from every generation, is that you make politic of every single thing that you do or think. You think it's the right thing to be this much politically awake in today's world, but with most people's level of exposure (or lack thereof) to real truths of Mankind's history... this is actually how you become a most effective generative pawn to the ruling class.

What if the most effective way to ‘dissolve the Matrix’ is to ignore its social engineering? ha ha

This year, what if you chose to live fully in your own Zero Point Awareness? From a plane of consciousness that feels most natural to you, when you're most in your element, true heartfelt Creation begins. Before you can save somebody else, you gotta make sure your bed is comfy and all the time tidy. Let the blessings roll up like tidal waves to pamper you this year, babe. You've survived too much all on your own~♦︎

This year, it's about YOU~\`★_★`/ Commence the personal miracle~!!

mind barricade: Apocalyptic Survivor Subliminal by DrVirtual7

evolution: Your Consciousness Can CHANGE Your Genetics by Dr Bruce Lipton

deck-bottom: I The Magician, Silver Astrologer (John Dee), Priestess of Success

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Pile 1 – Prosperity Abound, Beauty All Around

field: ★Green Aventurine Frequency★(Luck, Money, Wealth, Joy, Good Fortune, Abundance) by Quadible Integrity

direction of sounds – V The Hierophant

First of all, do you have a strong Saturnian/Capricorn placement? Or maybe you’re right in the middle of a Saturn Return period upon reading this? Or, it could be that you’re freshly out of a heartbreaking, bone breaking Saturn Return moment that almost killed you! Yeah, whichever the case, with The Hierophant being here, and it being a major arcana, know that whatever hardship is or has transpired in your Life was sorta…designed that way to strengthen the foundation of your incarnation this time.

It's because you have a massive, very important mission with your incarnation—what with having two major arcana back-to-back. You, are, intended to be very powerful and abundant in this lifetime. Some of you reading this are probably on your way to becoming some kind of a public figure. It could be anything, really. Influencer or thought leader or celebrity of some sort. You’ve known it since you were a wee kid that you were meant for something much, much, much bigger than the mundane Reality you were born into~♪

And when you consider that, maybe, just maybe, your path was that much harder, that much more restricted, because the Universe needed to test your innate goodness—whether or not you’d fall victim to the world’s greed and evil whatsoever. But you being YOU~ My gosh, you proved yourself, didn’t you? That in spite of everything, you’ve remained pure of heart and intent. I see you’ve devoted so much of yourself to the service of Love and Light. You know you were put here to make the world a better place with whatever natural talents you were bestowed with~ \`★_★`/

lights of intent – III The Empress

And so, what’s next? What’s in store this year for all of you powerful Souls in the world? If you’ve been around, maybe you’ve heard or read other readers say: ‘You’ve shifted paradigm!’ Or something along the lines of: ‘You’ve jumped timelines!’ Yes, all of this is very much true for you! I get this feeling that you may have felt ‘different’ in the sense that your manifestations are trickling in more effortlessly. The way that you work; the way that you walk; the way that you engage in your day-to-day tasks; even the way that you breathe and how your body feels…somehow everything is more aligned, effortless, and you feel safe.

You have manifested a world of your own design, babe~ All this time, all these painful years, you were building a world of your own ideal, brick by brick, with what little guidance you heard from your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides. Within your Team and Crew are your Cosmic Ancestors who are making sure that none of that devotion goes to waste. You have to have your abundance and happy ending lest it beats the purpose of you being born. Got it~? Where your abundance and financial security are concerned, this quote sums it best for you this year:

‘I know why most people never get rich. They put the money ahead of the job. If you just think of the job, the money will automatically follow. This never fails.’ – Hedy La Marr

Your greatest blessing this year, if we could sum it up with this major arcana, is the freedom to engage in whatever creative pursuit is aligned with your Highest Intended Destiny. With The Hierophant accompanying this Pile, I’m sure you’re amongst those who’ve worked for a very long time for the manifestation of this great blessing. With that said, know with every single cell of your body that you deserve the peace and ease you’ll be swimming in this year~★

Highest Intended Action – 7 of Pentacles

I know that you know in your heart of hearts that this calm period is at best temporary—and that’s exactly why it’s exciting~☆ Where you are right now upon finding this reading, you’re already this wee close to a BIGGER manifestation what will propel you into the spotlight (do you see the lights shining upon this man in the card?) and with that, some rest period is needed just because you DESERVE it!! Do you have any idea the load of your spiritual work that’s given birth to this new timeline for a chunk of Mankind? I don’t even think you give yourself enough credit, boo!♥︎

This year, you’re being prepared for a call or an opportunity that could be classified as your main Soul Mission—if there ever was such a thing ha ha Souls usually carry a multitude of missions with their incarnations, especially the very, very advanced Souls. But anyway~

Of all the piles, this one is the most varied in terms of what kinds of blessings are rolling in for you. This is because your blessings are highly individually specific to the spiritual work you’ve done on your terms. What’s certain though, is that an element of destined orchestration is huge at play for you. So that’s literally saying that there’s practically nothing you need to do at this point in your Life. All that’s left for you to do is enjoy your peace, abundance and creativity~\`★_★`/

PROMISES FROM THE UNIVERSE🔻❤️

catching the Future Express – Green Magus (John Dee)

on my way to Destiny – Priestess of Contemplation

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Pile 2 – All Shackles Dissolved, an Uncontrollable Revenge Glow-Up!

field: ★"The Elite" Mind Control Detox★ 264.377 GHz + 439.3920 MHz + 1111Hz + 139.6Hz by Quadible Integrity

direction of sounds – Ace of Pentacles

Ow yeah, baby~! Of all the piles, yours indicates the strongest a real physical glow-up~★~ This could be in the form of a beauty glow-up, but for many of you it also involves financial/career glow-up, house/apartment glow-up, country/city glow-up, and many other forms of real-living improvements that I feel you’ve been manifesting for quite a while! Honestly, you’ve worked so hard on this, practically all by yourself, with a tonne of shadow work!

Some of you probably resonate with having ghosted so many people so as not to get distracted by their low-quality frequencies and opinions. You hustled in secret, and you hustled motherfuckingly hard. Your health—mental and physical—is returning and improving this year! That’s the number one blessing you’re totally receiving this 2025~\`★_★`/

I’m hearing: when your finances and living situations get better, it would be wise to start ‘investing’ in higher-quality produce and eat cleanly and healthily. What is healthy for you may differ from the common narrative, so you may need to R&D yourself the ‘healthy dietary habits’ that work for you by reading and learning a lot! Naturally, as your diet gets cleaner and ‘healthier’ for you, it’s only a given that your physical beauty and energy improve as well. Babe, that’s just logic~😉

lights of intent – XV The Devil

If this is your main pile and you resonate with having struggled with health in some way—be it mental, physical, emotional or spiritual or all at once—this would do you good to acknowledge that some bad spells had been sent your way by some demonic entities. I really mean demonic as in the intents—the negative thought forms—were so bad, so evil, they sought to (possibly) even murder you.

This could’ve been done by an ex-lover, ex-fake ass friend, even relatives and ‘family’ members. Yeah, we don’t call those ‘family’ in this household but you know what rings true for you~♦︎ There’s also a possibility of an envious ex-worker or even…some of you will know this for yourself if this is your message…you could’ve been specifically targeted by some negatively-polarised e.l.i.t.e groups, yeah? Whichever the case may be for you, this year is all about a much deeper purging of the layers of negative effects from all this karmic trauma bullshit.

You’re guided to further separate your Reality from those who’d burn in the 3D-hell version of Earth, aight? Closing karmic cycles comes in…cycles LOL I feel that so much of your karmic burden wasn’t even yours to begin with. But your Soul may simply have volunteered to be born under such circumstances to end all forms of curses and break bloodline chains for many Humans in this world. It is a great, noble sacrifice, so your Cosmic Ancestors would like you to acknowledge that~!

Highest Intended Action – 6 of Cups Rx

You may want to check out other piles or readings on this blog if you want to truly get a sense of what kinds of ‘blessing’ or ‘action’ are available to you at the time you’re reading this, but for the most part, if this is your main pile, I’m getting the sense that you’re being guided more towards protection and the shedding of past karmic ties before you can even jump to your next chapter of Life~\`★_★`/

Any possession that you’ve had for a long time, if it doesn’t aenergetically feel good anymore to be wearing/using it, get rid of it. We’re Kondo Marie-ing shit in this household this year! Where it’s possible, get rid of old things that have some emotional or karmic ties to your Old Reality—they have no place in your superfluously abundant future, OK? If the items/gadgets are still good enough to be used by someone else, try this ‘burning ritual’ so you don’t accidentally pass on negative aenergy to the next recipient:

Imagine the item(s) burning in Violet Flame and make a clear intent to never have any connection to any past person or place tied to that item(s). If you’re burning a memory or a place, burn that motherfucking bridge, burn the whole city or house in your mind’s eye. This way, you will never be pulled to that bandwidth of Reality anymore~♥︎ Honestly, you can do whichever ‘cleansing ritual’ you know of that works for you—the intent is the KEY~★

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Pile 3 – They All Knew You’d be This Big, That’s Why They Cursed

field: ★Leadership Gene rs4950★ [Advanced Genetics] by Quadible Integrity

direction of sounds – XIX The Sun

When I tap into your aenergy, there’s this notion that dings clearest as a crystal: Child of Light~★ You are an Ancient Soul with immaculate purity and massive powers. Many individuals within your ‘family unit’ knew of this since your birth. Maybe there were unusual—cursed or miraculous—happenings and events surrounding your birth. Immediately, you already had opps since you were practically a wee baby. There were individuals who saw your ancientness and instantly felt threatened by your immense wisdom.

It could be that the ‘family unit’ you were born into dabbled in black magick or some underground criminal shit of sort, and they knew that one day, one way or another, you were going to discover and uncover their bullshit—effectively disintegrating their entire ‘empire’ made of pure manure. There’s some dark shit in that sick family unit like maybe there was an ancestor who went mad or there was somebody who was a serial killer or a drug dealer, what have you. The aenergy not only is bleak but incredibly dark and evil.

It's unbelievable that a Soul as pure as you would sacrifice your Light by integrating into a bloodline like this tsk tsk… Are you a Blue Ray Starseed? he he you could be. Anyway, some fucks within that insane family unit knew that one day, a power—and beauty, and intelligence, and purity—as witnessed exuded by you would make you VERY big and important on a community scale, even world scale. They hated that. They wanted that for themselves ugh…

lights of intent – King of Wands Rx

Do you daydream a lot, luv? If you feel that you often drown in fantasies, like excessively to a point where you find it hard to even cope with physical Reality, I’d like you to understand that it’s only an effect of never truly living a Life of your ideals. Your Heart is yearning to dwell in the Higher Timeline you know deep, deep down you’re meant to traverse along~♦︎ And yes, you’re absolutely capable of living the life you can’t stop thinking about. Aaand…that’s where your opps came in, right?

Not sure if you’re aware of this yourself at this point in time but all of the passion and intelligence that you are, those are the very things they never wanted you to nourish. But goddam, silly them—they underestimated your sheer willpower! Your opps are insanely illogical; as much as they wanted your power for themselves, they didn’t want you to ever realise your true potential. It’s such petty envy, all things considered. But hey, all of this is in the past if you’re tuning into this aenergy as your main pile~★

You’ve uprooted yourself from that false Reality where your Light wasn’t loved. But you were just doing your Lightwork there akin to training at a military camp. And you survived, goddamn hoe, you’re a Dark Feminine Goddess. This year, or whenever you find this reading, you’re fully grown and ready for your greatest Soul Purpose for being born at this passage of time~ Know that this whole blueprint was created by not only your Higher Self but also all of the Cosmic Ancestors who wanted to bring down this dark bloodline. In the grand scheme of everything, hoe is you da VIRUS within their System LMAO

Highest Intended Action – 10 of Cups Rx

The family unit you were part of, whether you were born or brought into it, operates like a cult. This is an entirely ‘insane family unit’—yes, it’s a thing. I see feminine figures akin to the members of Bene Gesserit from DUNE. These were most likely femcel mothers, aunts or grandmas that were operating like cult leaders. Before we continue, try to understand that we’re talking about ‘femcel psychology’ from a sociology perspective, which can be an entirely different discussion from ‘girls that ain’t getting laid’ XD

Check out Exoticals United on YouTube to learn valuable gems of societal observations~\`★_★`/

Anyway, these dusty ass femcel fucks loved power with a sick mind and when they saw your birth, they couldn’t stand the potential of THE FUTURE LEADER THAT YOU ARE DESTINED TO BECOME. They saw and knew that when you grow up, you’d have the natural talent to attract a large audience—babe, if this is your main pile, I KNOW you’re gorgeous for daaays~♥︎ The way you attract attention by your natural beauty and sweetness, my gosh, they sought to destroy that very thing which they covet: people’s admiration!

It was apparent to them since your birth or at least from when your puberty started, that your greatness comes from the ‘other side’ of the bloodline. By that alone, they knew they could never be what your Ancestors were preparing you to become. Your superior DNA from the ‘other side’ appeared like bright wings from heavens which they knew would overshadow their ‘cult-like’ influences on everything good and harmonious which they sought to destroy!

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on my way to Destiny – Priestess of Prosperity

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[rafedaddy01]

Rafe knows its wrong but he wants to f his assistant

Hes Single but hes 35 and shes just 19 years old

But one day when they are all alone in the office he just cant take it any more and he takes her right on his table

At first she resists

He knows shes a virgin

But soon shes begging for more harder faster

I love a little non consensual sex ⭐️

He knows you’re a virgin. Which is why it would be so wrong for him to push everything off his desk and take you on it right now. Bunching up that little skirt and ripping your panties off before shoving his cock deep in that virgin cunt. He knows that would be wrong. But the way you’re talking, and the way you smell, and the way you look, and just overall you, makes him want to do those things to you. Even if they are wrong.

But he also knows you’d be begging for it once he was inside you. He sees the way you look at him. Eyeing him up and down when you think he’s not looking. Or the way you fix your blouse right before you walk into his office. Or the way you wear that cherry red lipstick just for him because he told you itd look good on you. He knows you want him as bad as he wants you, you’re just too shy to do anything. So rafe decides the right thing to do is be a man about it.

“Good evening, Mr. Cameron. Here are those documents you were wanting printed off this morning” you walk into his office, chirpy as usual as you place the stack of papers on his desk, and just as your about to turn away Rafes hand wraps around your wrist.

“Y/n” his voice is stern and more dominant that usual.

“Yes, sir?” You turn back to face him. Scanning his face for any sign of what you must have done wrong. But you can’t make anything out. All you see is hunger, a primal hunger, but you can’t figure out why he’s staring at you with such intensity.

“You look very pretty today” rafe let’s go of your wrist and stands up, walking in front of you and caging your body against the side of his desk.

“And you smell so good” he leans in and hold a strand of hair up to his nose as he sniffs.

“T-thank you, sir” you mutter. Having him this close makes your brain fuzzy. This man is a literal god. He’s loved, feared, and respected by everyone. Every woman tries to catch his attention, some succeed but most get shooed away like stray dogs. Rafe is a very powerful man and you know that with one wrong word or one wrong move he could make your life a living hell.

“You’re welcome” he drops the strand and watches it rest against your skin before meeting your eyes and smiling.

He leans closer, his hands falling to the desk and his body pushing yours against his desk until there’s no where for you to go but fall against the desk.

You don’t even have time to comprehend what is happening when Rafes lips land on yours. You don’t kiss back, his lips moving at a rapid pace, tongue darting out but you refuse to open your mouth and he grunts, wrapping a hand in your hair and tilting your head up by pulling on your hair, you gasp and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue inside, moaning when you give him what he wants.

You try to push at his chest, push him back and off you so you can speak. Tell him no, this is wrong. First off he’s your boss. Second, he’s wayyy older than you.

But rafe grips your wrists once more, tightening them in his grip and pushing them away.

He finally pulls back, biting your lower lip as he pulls back.

“Rafe-“ your cut short when you hear the sound of clothes ripping.

You gasp, shocked as you look down and see he used a pair of scissors to cut down the center of your skirt.

“Rafe! What the f-“

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll buy you another” he goes to kiss you again but this time you turn away, finally being able to push him back.

“I-I don’t want to do this, rafe. We shouldn’t- this is- please stop” you feel the tears start forming as you struggle to find your words, just wanting to get out of his office as soon as possible.

“I don’t really care what you want” Rafe says as he grabs you back, spreading your thighs and groaning when he finally sees what’s between your legs. You weren’t wearing any panties today due to it being laundry day. He laughs and shakes his head, “and you’re trying to tell me you don’t want this. Pft, little slut. Walking around my office, wearing nothing under this little skirt and expecting me not to fuck you?”

“Rafe please” you beg as you feel the warmth of his hand going up and down your thigh. Inching closer and closer to that spot you desperately want him at, but also don’t want him touching at all.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to discipline you. Show you what happens when you walk around practically naked in my office.”

You accept your defeat when you hear the belt buckle and the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

This is not how you wanted to lose your virginity. You wanted it to be with someone you loved, you wanted it to be romantic. Not against a desk with your 35 years old boss taking advantage of you. Even if he was hot and you had a little crush on him.

His tip tapped against your clit and it brought you back to reality, you didn’t even realize the pads of Rafes thumb was wiping at your teary eyes, “don’t cry baby, I’ll have you begging me to fuck you harder in just a second” he pushed all the way in, sucking the breath from your lungs as you felt the stretch his cock made inside you.

He stills a moment to let you adjust but it doesn’t last long before he pulls his hips back and thrusts in hard, groaning when he feels just how tight you really are.

His thrusts are slow but deep, it hurts but it starts to feel really good really soon. You can feel every outline and ridge and curve of his cock. Especially since he just pushed inside you without so much as a condom. You could feel everything, and it felt amazing.

“M-more, p-please” you whimpered as you relaxed your body, falling fully against the desk.

“I told you princess, all you had to do was shut up and let me in” he smirked down at your fucked out state. Poor little virgin pussy was now his. His to look at, his to fuck, his to lick and touch, and no other man ever has nor ever will lay their hands on you.

“You’re just so perfect, letting your boss fuck your virgin pussy raw. Your definitely getting a promotion after this”

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[hoe4sports]

The ballerina mouse

-A part of the musli universe

A/N: At last, a new piece of the musli universe. You can find the series here. There will be a new piece of "without you" very soon.

Summary: This is a piece with a shorter timespan, more so of a situation. This is just to bring some background information to the story.

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“But, I don’t understand” you whisperss with furrowed brows, confused as to why things haven’t worked out like Leah and Alessia told you it was supposed to. You had marked it down on the little calendar with little cats drawn on it that Leah got you for Christmas last year. Everything was supposed to be okay by now, settled and signed. You were supposed to belong with Leah and Alessia. Like a real family. Have your name on the mailbox next to theirs. But once again, things hadn’t worked out like it was supposed to.

Your feet dangled from your bed as you watched the floor between your two moms, or what was supposed to be your moms by now.

“Sweetheart, i know it’s hard to understand the process. We thought it would be done by now, but the decision will take a little longer than what we expected.” Alessia pleaded as she tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You nodded as you sighed quietly enough for only you to hear. Maybe this whole adoption thing was too good to be true, you think in a whisper way to yourself as if you feel scared that someone might read your thoughts.

It has been 2 years since you came to Alessia and Leah after being shuffled around between homes unfit for kids. A year since they started the process of making you a forever part of their home. The social worker had explained that in your situations it normally took no longer than a year, so you added that to your equation of chaos.

“Could you maybe explain it again?” You sniffled out, wiping your nose on the sleeve of your soft pink fleece. You want to understand what she’s was saying, you really do; but it’s like your brain can’t comprehend it. Like there aren’t enough words in the English language for you to understand. Why can’t you just be there forever? You don’t know anyone else anymore. When you were young, your mommy and daddy never had siblings or parents. You have grandparents now, even uncles and aunts, and very soon, you’ll have a fifth cousin.

Leah and Alessia shares a sad look between them before Leah squats down to your level. Her gaze tries to meet yours, but your eyes are glued to your feet. It feels like looking into Leah’s eyes will make the sky come crashing down. Or worse, it might cause you to cry. You still don’t like crying in-front of Leah and Alessia. You don’t know that yet, but the habit is something that will stick with you for the rest of your life. You believe that if you cry, then perhaps they’ll change their minds about adopting you, and besides losing your guardian angel pocket mouse; that’s just about the worst thing that could happen.

“When someone wants to make a child a part of their forever family, there are social workers that need to make sure that everything is done right. Sometimes, that takes a little longer time than usual.” Leah explains softly while you nod. You sort of understand it, but you don’t want to realise the consequences of what would happen if someone were to want you back. You don’t understand why anyone would want to have you back, not after leaving you to fend for yourself for this long.

“Does that mean that someone can take me away, again?” You whisper, a single tear rolling down your chin before catching it with your tumb.

Leah and Alessia don’t know what to say. They have agreed between themselves to not keep secrets and to avoid lying to you. Lying causes trust to break, that’s what the social workers have said anyway. But it hurts Leah and Alessia to have to explain the legal battle that they are having to go through. Alessia doesn’t think it’s appropriate for a child your age to know all of these things; but Leah has her heart set on honesty. Age appropriate honesty anyway.

“It’s not that easy, baby” Alessia whispers out. You take notice of the puzzled look on her face, and it makes you feel insecure. Her face looks sad, and you just about now notice the redness under her eyes. She doesn’t have the answers because nobody does. Not even the social worker that tried to explain this to you earlier this morning.

You look over at Musli, your favourite ragdoll cat with what you assume is the softest fur in the world. He looks over at you before standing up into a deep stretch and walking over to you. His little act brings a small smile to your face. His little head bonks your leg. Your hand reaches down to pet him, and he instantly purrs as he bounces up into your lap.

“But, are you gonna not be my mommies until they have made up their minds about what to do with me?” You mumble. A part of you doesn’t want any answers. It makes you feel like you are a bag of trash that needs to be taken care of. If you could stay in foster care forever then maybe that would be the best. Nobody could take you away because there wouldn’t be an adoption and you would only belong with Leah and Alessia on pretend. Maybe you only belong until you are big enough to get a job or maybe until they decide to have a real child. The thought of them having a real child scares you; what if it is a girl? Then you’ll no longer be their little girl anymore. You just wanna stay here with Leah, Alessia and Musli. The dissociation makes you shut out Leah’s talking, and you nod along as she explains. You don’t realize that they have left the room until Musli hops down from your lap.

It’s been a while since you arrived, their first placement. A traumatized 3 year old turned into a somewhat hopeful 5 year old. By now, you had lived more with your new mommies than your real parents. It felt strange, how your family was torn apart once. Then again and again and again. Your attachment issues becoming worse with every new placement until you ended up with Leah and Alessia in what was just crumbles of a 3 year old. They took the time to pick up all the pieces of you that had been spread around like broken porcelain and glued you back together piece by piece until you were close to whole. The only issue with that, is that just like broken porcelain that gets glued together will have cracks, so will you.

-

The next morning, you wake up early. The birds can be heard chirping through the window, and you could swear that the sun is about to peek through your window. Your house is quiet, that means that Leah and Alessia are still fast asleep. That is one of the things you like about not having siblings. Nobody wakes up before you on weekends. Only you and your trusty companion, Musli, is awake. He lies in the corner, in the soft bed next to your guardian angel house. It’s a big pink play house from Maileg. You had wished for the guardian angel mouse as soon as you saw it; it was the same mouse you got from your mom. It was your most prized possesion before your last foster home decided that you had to share it with their daughter, who eventually lost it. You cried for months when it disappeared.

Your feet settles into the big rug on the floor and you shuffle over to the play house. It’s nicely decorated, Leah had splurged on the house and the furniture. She even purchased all the accessories money could buy. Maileg isn't cheap, it was a ridiculously expensive Danish brand. Leah remembers Alessia’s face when she told her that she spent 25 £ on just the tiny wooden loveseat for the dollhouse. But Leah didn’t care about prices or costs, she only cared about how she had a little girl to spoil. If that mean spending thousands of pounds, she would happily swipe her card.

The mother mouse is sitting in the kitchen, with a news paper and a pink metal cup with gold details. The mama mouse is sitting in the living room watching tv while having a plate of cookies in front of her. Then, there is the little ballerina mouse. She’s a small mouse, just a child; but she’s a ballerina with a soft pink tutu. She’s in her bedroom, all by herself; tucked away where she feels the safest. Her door is open, a reminder of how she’s allowed out of her room at any time of the day. You sigh when you see it because you remember what Leah said about keeping your door close. So, you get up from the floor and you grab the handle of the door before slightly pulling the door open. The door was meant to act as a gentle reminder that you are welcome to play downstairs or come into their bedroom in the mornings; but even after close to three years, you still don’t feel comfortable.

Muesli sits down next to you once again return to the floor. He purrs loudly before stretching himself out next to you. Ragdolls tend to be big, some even as big as 15 kg. But Muesli is only 7kg, even though he is almost as long as your carpet. You pick up the mommy mouse before placing it next to Muesli, you even place it in his fur making sure that he dosent feel left out of the roleplay.

"Here you go, musli" you whisper, earning a bonk on your hand from the furry friend. For a split second, you imagine what it would be like if you had a sibling instead of Musli. But, that would mean that you could be replaced. That their real child would come first, and you'd hopefully come second. It wouldn't be an issue for you, you like to play with other kids and in many of the foster families you have been through; you had siblings. It's not the sibling itself you had issues with, it was the parents and how they seemed to favoritize their real child meaning you would get the blame for anything, and you´d be the one that gets left behind.

You remember how once a family told you that they would be going to Paris for a weekend, and oblivious little you believed that they would bring you too. So when the departure day came, and you stood ready all excited with your little backpack all ready; they told you that there were crackers and peaches in the kitchen, and that you could take pizza from the counter. That day, you stood in the doorway squatted down to watch through the cat door as the family left you behind. You don't realize it yet, but one day; people will be cheering your name as you secure victory after victory across the biggest stages in the world.

You reach for the special guardian angel mouse that's hiding in the closet of the ballerina mouse’s room. She pretends to cross the room to head downstairs where she grabs some bread and cheese. The food gets brought back up to the ballerina mouse’s room, but not before checking to make sure that nobody can see her. She hands the food over to the little ballerina mouse who accepts the food before hiding behind her desk to eat it. She dosent want to be a burden, she only wants to do good, she only wants to act good. To be a good little mouse. So that perhaps, one day; someone might want her.

In the middel of the play, you hear a door squeal. You instantly freeze up, the mouse falling from your hand onto the carper. Musli instantly gets up, and bonks himself on your shoulder as he purrs. His purrs is enough to make you decompress. Your gaze is glued to the floor, and you sit completely still, to the point of not breathing. As the anxiety sets in, you decide to shut your eyes. Hiding in your closet isn't at option, as you feel frozen to the ground.

"Y/N? Are you up already?" A voice speaks. The voice seems to be similar to Leah´s, but you are not sure. You remember how your fosters told you that when people are talking to you, your ears can lie and make you believe that you heard something different than what actually was said. So if your foster dad said that you were useless, he might've said that you were kind instead. At least, that is what they wanted you to believe.

"Y/N?" The voice speaks softly, a little closer this time. You feel a hand on your shoulder, and you open your eyes to see Leah. Your shoulders instantly relaxes, and the coldness you have carried around this morning suddenly feels warm and toasty. "Are you playing with you mice?" Leah asks, sitting down next to you. You smile and nod your head eagerly.

"I like my mice" you say softly, picking up the mama mouse. "This is you" you said holding it towards Leah, she accepts it and smiles. "And this is Alessia" you say, holding up the mommy mouse. "And who is this?" Leah asks, pointing towards the little ballerina mouse. You look over at the mouse, and starts to fiddle with your pink pyjamas.

After gathering courage for a minute, you point to yourself. "Is it you?" Leah asks, picking it up from behind the bed where it has been hiding. You don't say anything, but you let out a small hmm. "Did she have a sleepover?" Leah asks, looking at you with a soft smile.

"No" you speak, your voice low. "Hmmm, did she fall behind her bed when she slept?" she asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "no" you say, still unsure about whether to explain to her why your favorite mouse was hiding.

"It is scared" you say, picking up a baby mouse before fiddling with its tail. "Oh? It's scared huh? Well, does it want to tell the Leah mouse why?" she asks curiously, placing the ballerina mouse in her bed. "maybe" you whisper, having Leah in the corner of your eye.

Leah pulls out her pretending voice out and walks the Leah mouse into the ballerina mouse´s room. "oh no, my little ballerina mouse, what's wrong?" she says, hopping over to the bed before sitting down on the floor in the ballerina mouse´s room.

Your hand reaches for the little ballerina mouse, and you make the mouse hide her head in her tiny arms. "Oh no, does my little ballerina mouse need a mama hug?" Leah urges, tapping the ballerina mouse on her shoulder. The ballerina mouse nods, and the mama mouse wraps her tiny mouse arms around the ballerina. Leah leans towards you before pulling you into her arms, you relax your shoulders; it feel safe. Leah makes you feel safe.

"What's on your mind, my little mouse?" Leah asks as you listen to her steady heartbeat. "Im scared" you whisper out, and for a second you cannot believe that you just said that. But you remember that your mommy always said that you could trust people that are trusted by animals. And so you do. You pour your heart out, about how you are scared that they won't go through with the adoption. That this is an excuse for not wanting to deal with you anymore. That this somehow sends you back to one of your old fosterfamilies. And Leah? She listens, she dosent argue or talk back or tell you to shut up, she listens until you stop rambling.

"We would never send you back, ever. You are a part of our family now. I can't promise that you will never have siblings, but I can promise that you will never be considered anything less than another baby. And if you feel sad in your heart, then I really wish that you can talk to me or Less about it, okay? " Leah offered, looking out in the room.

You nod.

"Im thankful for that you spoke up about it, I love you so much" Leah says, folding her arms tighter around you and you hug her back. "How about some pancakes for breakfast, hm?" your eyes widen and you nod eagerly before jumping up from Leah´s lap and sprinting downstairs, your giggles spreading around the house.

"The last person to the kitchen is a rotten mouse!"

[sweatervest-obsessed]

okay so i'm thinking post!prison reid and reader break up bc he's not ready to be in a relationship after everything that happened in prison. they just don't get back together bc when spence is finally ready it's been a while and they both think it's too late and no one makes a move and they remain as friends UNTIL jj's love confession brings some feelings back onto the surface - reader finds out about it and (cue jeid and their weird, longing glances🥲) has a whole it's all really over moment and then there's distance between her and spencer until there's a confrontation about it and BAM a love confession and second chances😁😁

THIS IS SUCH A MESS but i hope you get my point</33

Um yeah so, absolutely. Some angst for you indeed. I love a convoluted and angsty fight, especially whenever someone is arguing in circles with someone else because they're both just so passionate but angry, anyways, heheh, enjoy!!

WC: 1.5k

TW: Arguing, mentions of violence, mentions of prison, mentions of guns, honestly if you watched CM then that is your TW.

“I just want to know why you’ve been so distant lately. I mean, this is the first time I’m speaking with you one on one in over a week, and it’s because I manage to catch you in the office at nine fucking pm Y/n.”

"So what do you want me to say, Spence? What could I possibly have to say to you? I'm pretty sure Jennifer said everything there is to say."

This caused Spencer to lose all of the oxygen in his body. It froze up. You weren’t supposed to know what JJ had said, no one was supposed to know what JJ had said. 

You and Spencer were in the bullpen of the BAU. Luckily for both of you, since it was so late, no one else was there. Neither of you were extremely public when it came to your relationship, which meant neither of you would have chosen to have this conversation fight in a public place, but no one else was around.

I want you to say something you're afraid to say. Something you'd never tell anybody. And you better make it good. Cause if it's not, it's going to be the last thing you ever say. What's it gonna be?

“How did you know about that?” He whispered. 

“JJ asked Garcia to go through the footage, apparently she wanted to make sure no one could ever access the audio from it.”

"Y/n I--" Spencer closed his eyes, his jaw set. He didn’t even know what to say at this point. You had both clearly made up your minds about this, yet neither of you wanted to see the carnage, the outcome of it all. So, instead, you chose to stand in the middle of the bullpen, fighting against one another.

Fighting for one another.

"I just don't understand why you're so upset about this."

“Spencer–you didn’t even tell me about it, I had to find out about it from Penelope, and who knows who else she told. You were afraid to tell me, yet that giant genius brain of yours can’t, oh I don't know, comprehend just a teeny tiny little bit why this makes me upset?" For the millionth time this evening, you scoffed. 

Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partner. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me, or I'll kill him.

"Y/n--"

Spence, I've always loved you. I was just too scared to say it before, and now things are really just too complicated to say it now. I'm sorry, but you should know.

"Fuck Spencer I have been in love with you since I first fucking joined this team." You gasped out. The air around your head got thinner and felt dizzying like you were floating through the air now that this was off your chest. "And I loved you when you asked me on a date. I loved you through Emily's death. I loved you when you asked me to move in with you. I loved you through when Morgan left the team. I loved you through Hotch leaving. I loved you through fucking Cat Adams. I loved you even after I came home one night and you were making out with her against our fucking door. I loved you through every single case and every single flaw. I loved you when you fucking relapsed a few years ago. I even loved you when you went MIA for weeks and then found out you were in a fucking Prison. And I still fucking love you now. But, instead of being together, you asked for a break."

"That's not fair..." He whispered.

"What? Respecting you and your boundaries? Knowing that you needed time to readjust after you had been released, and believing in your promise that once you felt ready to try a relationship again you'd come to me and talk to me about it? And then watching as you fall for JJ all fucking over again? With your stupid fucking glances. This isn't a goddamn tv show Reid, I can see when you both stare at one another across the room, I can see it."

"We don't.."

"You do. You both do. And then, you tell me that Jennifer fucking Jareau is willing to make her last words the fact that she has always loved you and has always been in love with you, and you---" Your voice froze, the sound cutting out. You looked straight at Spencer, not caring about the tears running down your cheeks. You watched as his hand twitched up. When the two of you were dating, Spencer used to wipe away every single of your tears. But now he wouldn't even lift his hand.

"I--what."

You took another breath, trying to calm down, and really think through your words. "This woman who has been your best friend for over a decade just fucking confessed her love for you, in a life-or-death situation, and you're telling me, that she just fucking made it up, pulled it out of her ass, or at least is telling you that she did and now the two of you are going to act like everything is normal and okay?"

"Y/n..."

"You were in love with her for years Spencer. And now, all of a sudden she confesses her love to you, and that changes nothing?"

"No, Y/n, it doesn't. It changes nothing. Does it hurt a bit? Yes. Does it change the fact that I love you? No." Spencer was trying to keep his voice level, hoping you'll continue to match his volume since he didn't want anyone to potentially stumble by and hear your argument. His hand reached for your wrist, but you couldn't bear to feel his skin against yours.

This caused you to let out a water laugh, tears sliding into your mouth, ugly but pouring down your cheeks. A waterfall of grief in all of its rawest forms.

"You still love me."

"Why-Why is that funny."

"I have been waiting to hear those words since you walked out of that fucking prison and the first time I hear it in years, it's because you're trying to justify loving someone else."

"That's not true."

Make it a million and one, you scoffed.

"I have loved you since the moment you first walked through those doors. You were in a pale blue pair of pants, and a black sweater--I remember it because Emily complimented the pants. I spend my whole life loving you and manage to never fully give you every single piece of love I have because there's simply not enough time in the world. I would kill for you. I would go to prison all over again if it meant you would be okay in this world." Spencer ran a hand through his hair, his voice strained. But his eyes never left yours. "Last week, when that unsub had his gun against your head, I fired before he even spoke, not because I assessed it was the right time or whatever fucking excuse I gave to Emily. I fired that bullet because if you died in front of me, I'd......The only thing I was thinking about the entire fucking time JJ and I were stuck in that room was how the fuck I was going to be able to tell you I love you one last time because I wasn't fucking smart enough to take my chance and say it to you every single day."

Your chest was heaving, but you didn't move towards him. It didn't feel right, it didn't feel real.

Spencer was able to take your hand in his, enclosing it between both of his, trying to get you to look at him. "I should have told you the moment I was ready to try a relationship again, but I thought you...I thought you had moved on because I wasn't worth waiting for."

This caused you to laugh again, eyes red from crying. "Don't fucking start with that shit Spencer.''

"I'm telling the god's honest truth."

"I waited for you throughout all of Prison. I waited for you through Maeve. I am still pathetically standing right fucking in front of you, waiting for you to hopefully realize that you still love me."

He kissed your hand. "And I don't deserve you at all for it."

"Do you still love her?"

"Y/n."

"Answer the question, Spencer. Or I'm done. I-I can't do this any longer, watching you....the way she looks at you just--"

Spencer pulled you into his arms, enclosing your body in his arms and kissing the side of your head. "I have always, and will always, love you Y/n Y/l/n. And I want to spend the rest of our lives proving to you that I would choose you, I want you, over and over again."

“That’s not an answer Spencer.” You whispered, rigid in his arms.

“I-I.” He closed his eyes. “I did. And I still do love her, but not like that. I haven’t been i-in love with her since the moment you walked through those doors.”

Spencer felt the weight of your head against his shoulder as you finally conceded and hugged him back, tightly. “Let's go home.” He muttered into your head, waiting patiently for you to hum in agreement. 

Neither of you moved though. You both stood there, locked eternally in the other’s embrace, enjoying the peace you felt for the moment, even though tomorrow was a new day, where you would have to sort through how you really felt about all of this. 

But tonight, you stood with your arms around your love, forever.

[hyukalyptus]

more chubby reader x taehyun please?? Preferably w/ a strength kink… I’ll let your imagination take over the rest since I love your writing !!

ok girl!! honestly there’s a draught of tae x chubby reader huh?? when like. he very clearly is the typa guy to love chubby women.

cw. chubby!reader x taehyun w a strength kink, reader does yoga and wears leggings, body worship, lifting reader up, sex.

i’ve said this before but tae loves …LOVES women sm bro. ugh he’s the kinda guy that loves to explore every inch of someone until he’s got you so memorized he could carve you out of stone or paint a life size portrait of you. wants to learn every quirk of ur body, every hidden freckle and every hidden stretch mark. every single thing that makes ur body so fkn sexy.

loves doing those tiktok trends where the dude bro lifts his girl. just to show off how strong he is. the idea of everyone seeing his strength but also how perfect you are. how perfect you are in his arms, on his shoulders, wrapped around his waist.

loves taking you to the gym so he can stare at ur ass in those leggings for an hour. ur doing ur yoga/ab workout in the same part of the gym while he’s on multiple machines, but always orients himself so can stare at you, trying to think of how he’d fuck you in that new pose you were trying out.

bringing you home just to drop ur gym bags to the floor and pick you up, his hands on ur ass with ur legs wrapped around his waist. laughing out loud, “what are you doing?” and he doesn’t even need to answer bc u know he’s taking you to ur room. ripping ur clothes off u to fuck you right there.

ugh and he’s such a manhandler tooooooo. like throwing you to the bed, using his big strong hands to put you into whatever position he wants you in. on ur knees, ass up maybe? maybe he wants to hold you up against the wall? maybe ur on ur back and he’s holding ur legs up to access ur pussy? u can’t even comprehend what’s happening half the time he’s so quick at switching positions.

just hands on anything that jiggles. loves feeling u squish under his hand. how ur body reacts to his strength.

[joshujihan23]

Tired, but still here

☆ pairing: seungkwan x reader

☆ genre: angst, lots of angst

☆ synopsis: everything was too overwhelming, and seungkwan, out of everyone was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

☆ word count: 1218

☆ author’s note: this happened to me. everything. and i just hope that no one else goes through this. if you want to talk, remember that there’s a community that will listen out for you.

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tough.

it has been so tough.

work was wrecking your head. balancing your studies along with it isn’t making things easier.

and the best part? seungkwan isn’t being very accepting of it either.

every, single time you tried to talk to him about how you were feeling, how you were struggling, you were always hit with his usual constructive criticism, and asking you “why?” and “how?” and what you should have done instead.

and you weren’t able to comprehend why he wad behaving this way. you appreciated the feedback, but all you really needed was some comfort, a shoulder you can cry on, and someone that pats your back reassuringly, telling you that everything is fine.

and today, you were at your limits.

you got your finals back today. all your friends got an A, while you, got a C. a pass is a pass, but you prepared so, so much for it. late night studies, after school tutoring sessions with your friends, and the concerning amount of coffee you drank over the span of these past few weeks just so you could stay awake for just a few more hours.

in the midst of celebration, your heart only wrench, making you go home way earlier than everyone else, since the rest of your friends went for a celebratory dinner.

well, to say you hated your friends that day was an understatement.

and the thing to make it worst was that, seungkwan was home today.

and seeming that he couldn’t sense your bad mood, he started rambling about the things you did this morning, the things that didn’t put him in the best mood.

“love, how many times did i tell you? you need to dry the dishes properly, if not the water droplets will stain the counter! and the laundry, i told you to start the washing before you leave, right? so that i can dry them. but you didn’t! you left without doing it, i had to-”

“kwan, can we talk about this later?” you asked, as politely as you could.

that only put seungkwan off, as he walked closer to you.

“talk about it later? no, we need to settle this now! if not you’re going to do it again. remember you need to-”

“please, i’m not in the correct mood to do this.” you pleaded, your shoulders slumped.

that seemed to push seungkwan off.

“god y/n, you can’t always push these matters aside! every time i talk to you about something, you push me away. and you always give me that pessimistic look and attitude. can’t you understand how frustrating it is?” he snapped, which seemed to be the final straw for you.

“you’re talking about me? can’t you just care for once? god, when the times i just need your company, your comfort, you would constantly find things to nag about! i’m tired. i’m so tired, seungkwan-ah.” you replied, raising your voice slightly.

that’s when he noticed your puffy eyes, the same eyes he always see after you had a long day. the dried tears on your cheeks. the hands, that he loves so much, trembling. and the frown on your face, both in anger, and defeat.

“i don’t understand, i do care, i care-”

“by telling me what i should and shouldn’t do. by pointing out what i did wrong again and again. basically by making me feel like i’m the most terrible person on this planet. well, maybe i am! maybe i’m just that horrible.” you snapped, the tears, that you tried so hard to keep, finally bursting out of your eyes.

seungkwan was speechless. he didn’t know what to say. all this time, he thought he was doing the right thing. advising you, helping you out by telling you what you should do in future situations. but in fact, it was all hurting you?

there was a still silence, suffocating and filled with tension. seungkwan stayed still, unsure of what to do. he wanted to embrace you tightly, tel you he’s sorry and comfort you. but he was afraid. he was so afraid that one screw up could potentially ruin everything.

he took the chance. now or never.

he walked one step forward, while your head hung low, your fist clenching tightly to control yourself. he could almost read your mind. your body language, the soft sniffles, it was as if you’re trying to convince yourself to stop crying.

and he isn’t having any of it.

before you could say or do anything, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, so tightly that you couldn’t find a way to escape him. you tried to wiggle out, but you were just so exhausted, that you just stood there, your face buried into his shoulder, the tear drops falling onto his navy shirt.

he remained silence, trying to find the correct words, the correct actions for you, so that you won’t be provoked even more. he let out a shaky breath.

“you’re not horrible. you’re never horrible.” he began, his hand caressing the small of your back.

you opened your mouth to say something, but a soft sob escaped instead, silencing your thoughts.

“i know i’m not in the correct position to comfort you, after everything i did. but i got so worked up with my own thoughts, i’ve neglected you. i’ve neglected the person that means the most to me. and i didn’t even realised. until this moment.”

he let out a soft, yet sad chuckle. he pulled away gently, cupping your cheeks with both his hands, making your pearly eyes gaze at his.

“the horrible one should be me, shouldn’t it?” he whispered, which made the cracks in your heart break even more.

he placed his forehead against yours, swaying your body gently, while trying to compose himself.

“i know sorry won’t do much now, but i just want you to know, i know it is too late for me to amend everything that i have done. but i can assure you, i’ll improve from here. i’ve been so neglectful of your feelings and thoughts, and haven’t given you a break. but i promise that i will do better. i’ll listen out more. i promise. i really do.” he assured, his eyes both determined and desperate.

his hands held onto your cheeks tightly, you could feel his body shaking from desperation, and his eyes? it speaks a thousand words.

he isn’t doing this because he needed to. he is doing this to reassure you. to convince you. and that was what you needed.

when you caught your breath, you spoke in a shaky voice. “i need to see it, kwan-ah. words won’t cut it out.”

he nodded understandingly, his hands moving around you again, pulling you against him.

“i will show it. i will show the world how much you mean to me, and the length i’ll go to make you happy.” he announced, gazing at you with a hopeful expression.

you nodded, and for the first time, the corners of your lips curled up slightly.

“that’s all i needed to hear.” you replied, your hands wrapping around his torso.

seungkwan cheered silently, joyous and grateful that he had this moment, this chance, this opportunity to prove everything to you.

and that is, to put you first above everything else.

[sturnsblogs]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆More than best-friends‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

Chapter 12: The weight of us

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Chris had been texting you every single day after that night, practically begging you to come over, to just be near him, because all he wanted was to be in your presence. One Saturday night, mid-July, he was driving with Avery, her hand resting casually on his thigh. The car ride was supposed to be carefree, but that all changed in an instant when her phone buzzed, and Siri’s voice filled the car: “From baby, hey beautiful, when am I gonna see you next?”

Chris’s body went rigid. His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles turned white. Avery froze, her stomach dropping, knowing what was coming. She tried to stop the message from reading out loud, but it was too late. The damage was already done.

His gaze met hers, and the shock in his eyes quickly morphed into something darker—hurt, betrayal, rage. “Really? You’re cheating on me?” His voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken things.

Avery couldn’t even speak. She just sat there, her heart pounding in her chest, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. How could she explain this? How could she fix it? Chris, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what to say, his pain turning into frustration as he continued, his voice shaking.

“You were so fucking scared I was going to leave you for someone else,” he spat, “and look at you now! You’re cheating on me. This whole time, you’ve been hiding it. Behind my back. After everything we’ve been through, Avery, you do this to me?”

Avery reached out instinctively, but he pulled back, eyes now filled with more hurt than anger. The tears that she’d been holding in for weeks started to fall, and her breath caught in her throat. “Chris, I didn’t mean—”

“No.” He interrupted her with a sharp, almost desperate shake of his head. “You wanted this. You’ve always worried about me cheating, but you’ve been doing it behind my back this whole time. I was loyal to you, Avery. I was the one who stayed loyal, who trusted you. But you couldn’t even give me the same respect. So now, you can get the fuck out.”

Her world came crashing down as he slammed the car into park, throwing open the door with a finality that made her knees go weak. She froze, caught in the agony of his words, unable to fully comprehend what was happening. She opened her mouth, but no words came. All she could do was watch as Chris’s eyes stayed locked on hers, cold and distant.

Without another word, she stepped out of the car, her chest tight as she slammed the door behind her. Chris didn’t even look back. He drove off, leaving her standing on the side of the road, the guilt sinking in, the weight of the loss settling around her like a heavy fog. She had ruined everything.

But Chris didn’t stop there.

He didn’t even hesitate as he drove straight to your house. His hands gripped the wheel tightly as he parked in front of your door, the car engine still rumbling. He didn’t know what else to do. He couldn’t go back to Avery—not now, not ever. He needed someone who wouldn’t betray him. He needed you.

With shaky hands, he opened the door and walked inside without knocking. His face was pale, eyes red from the tears he had tried to hold back. When you saw him standing there, disheveled and broken, you rushed to him without asking questions.

“Chris… what’s wrong?” you whispered, panic rising in your chest as you took in the look of devastation on his face.

“I… I can’t… I can’t go back to her, Y/N. She… she lied. She… she cheated,” he choked, his voice raw and vulnerable.

Before you could respond, he collapsed into your arms, burying his face into your neck, his sobs coming out in sharp, painful bursts. He was shaking, his whole body trembling from the weight of everything he had just lost. All he could do was cling to you, desperate for comfort, desperate for someone who could make him forget, even if only for a moment, the brokenness he was feeling.

You held him tightly, your hand running gently up and down his back. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the rawness of his grief. Slowly, you dragged your fingernails up and down his spine, hoping the small gesture would bring him some kind of relief.

“I’m here,” you whispered softly, your voice barely more than a breath. “I’m here, Chris. I’ve got you.”

His sobs grew quieter, but the trembling never stopped. He stayed there, curled up against you, seeking solace in your warmth, in the quiet comfort you offered him. He didn’t say anything more, didn’t need to. He was lost in the moment, in the silence between his broken breaths, just holding onto you.

And in that moment, you felt something shift—something real, something honest. You weren’t just his best friend anymore. You were something more. You were the one he needed.

—

A few hours passed, and Chris hadn’t let go of the quiet devastation that hung between you both. He had stayed close, nestled against you, his head resting on your shoulder, his tears gradually slowing but the sadness never fully lifting. You held him, running your fingers through his hair, offering the only comfort you knew how—being there for him, silently.

But you couldn’t stand seeing him like this anymore. You knew he needed something, anything to break the heavy mood, even if it was something stupid. You couldn’t fix the heartbreak, but maybe you could offer him something that could at least get his mind off it, even for a little while.

“Hey,” you whispered, your hand gently rubbing his back, “wanna go on a little adventure? We can be stupid for a while. Just forget about all of it for a minute.”

Chris lifted his head slowly, looking at you with red-rimmed eyes. He didn’t speak at first, but the faintest hint of curiosity flickered in his gaze. He was still hurting, still lost in his own thoughts, but you could tell he was considering it.

“You really want to do something dumb with me?” he said, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah,” you said with a small smile. “I figure if we’re going to be miserable, we might as well be miserable somewhere else.”

Chris chuckled weakly, the first real laugh you’d heard from him in hours. It was quiet, strained, but it was something. You took that as a win.

A few minutes later, you found yourselves in the car, the world outside fading away as you drove to the nearest gas station. You didn’t need anything—just the act of doing something spontaneous, something ridiculous to take his mind off the mess. You pulled into the station, the bright neon lights flickering in the night, and got out.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” you said with a grin, nudging him gently. “We’re going to buy the most random snacks we can find. Nothing makes sense. Nothing has a purpose.”

Chris gave you a skeptical look, but you could see the small spark of amusement in his eyes.

“You’re really going to make me do this, huh?” he said, a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Absolutely,” you said. “Now, come on. Let’s get this party started.”

The two of you wandered through the aisles of the gas station, picking out snacks without rhyme or reason. A pack of gum here, a candy bar there, a bag of chips that neither of you really wanted but grabbed anyway. You even picked up a weirdly flavored soda, just because it looked too bizarre to pass up.

By the time you got to the counter, you had a ridiculous collection of snacks—none of which made any sense, but all of which made you laugh. Chris shook his head at the assortment, but his smile was real now, a little brighter. You could tell he was still carrying the weight of everything that had happened, but for a moment, it was pushed to the back of his mind.

“Alright,” he said, putting a couple of the snacks back. “I think I’m going to regret this, but… let’s see what happens.”

With snacks in hand, you drove back to your place. The laughter you shared in the car was small, but it was something—something that made the heaviness in Chris’s chest feel just a little lighter.

Once back at your house, you flopped onto the couch, spreading the snacks out on the coffee table. You didn’t bother with anything extravagant—no big plans, no distractions. Just the two of you, sitting on the couch, with a movie playing in the background. The kind of movie that didn’t require thinking. The kind where you could just zone out, let the silliness of it wash over you.

You didn’t focus on talking about the betrayal, or the heartbreak. Instead, you let the silence between you feel comfortable. Every once in a while, you’d make a comment about the movie, or you’d share a laugh over the ridiculous snacks you’d bought. The silly, trivial things kept the mood light, a distraction that felt oddly normal in an otherwise broken moment.

Eventually, Chris laid his head back against the couch, his body still tense, but his eyes softer now. He was no longer lost in the anguish of the argument. The space between you wasn’t as thick with grief. You ran your fingers through his hair again, this time a little more gently, and he let out a contented sigh.

“You know,” he started, his voice low but steady, “I’ve liked you for a long time. I think… I think I’ve always liked you.”

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. His words hit you like a wave, and you suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable. You swallowed hard, looking at him, trying to find the right words. “Chris… I’ve liked you too. Since we were, like, ten.”

Chris’s eyes widened, as if the confession took him by surprise. He looked at you, his expression softening. There was a quiet understanding in the air now, something that had always been there, but that neither of you had ever fully acknowledged.

“You’ve always liked me?” he asked, his voice soft and almost incredulous.

You nodded, your hands trembling slightly as you met his gaze. “Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything, though. I didn’t think it would work, especially with everything that’s happened.”

Chris didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at you, his eyes searching, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then, without another word, he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours gently, testing the waters, as if asking for permission. And this time, it was different. It felt real, like everything you’d both been afraid to admit was finally coming to the surface.

The kiss deepened, slow and meaningful. It wasn’t impulsive, and it wasn’t filled with doubt. It was filled with the honesty that had been building between you two for so long. And when you pulled away, breathless, you both knew that something had shifted—something more than just friendship, more than just comfort. It was the beginning of something new.

And this time, it didn’t feel like a mistake.

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

A/N- FINALLY CHRIS STOOD UP.

My beautiful babies- @blushsturns @starrii-sturns @izzylovesmatt @chrisslut04 @jimmasterflashh @oopsiedaisydeer @csturnioloswifey @just-a-girl-1 @sturdyyolo @sturnslvtt @sturnbows @sturniolosrtewsexy @chriss-slutt @franticroads @thecrawlys

[girl-lostconnection]

Warnings: murder, gore, serial killers, mentions of death, violence, hallucinations,

Thinking thoughts today but serial killer!141 (I haven’t decided who specifically)

Serial killer off duty because war never ends, because war comes home with you and you know, there’s so much dirt and evil in the world and you know, you were supposed to be better. But you (meaning 141) aren’t.

It doesn’t help much that the feel of someone’s life slipping through your fingers is the only thing that helps, the only thing that grounds.

And there are always firsts, right? The firsts are special, they are memorable, they are defining in a way that you aren’t sure you can comprehend. Because you remember so well the first victim, the way it thrashed, the way it screamed, the way it looked at you — eyes so wide, but not a single tear.

Bloody fascinating.

It’s a pity you can’t kill someone again, once you done it.

But here comes a different little thing. Prettiest fucking lashes and the same smile and you snatch it away. It screams and thrashes and you are so drunk on it you aren’t sure what happens because next thing you know — it doesn’t scream anymore. 

You broke the toy too early. You have to be more careful next time. If there ever will be one.

And there’s next one. The first one you start actually talking to, because the war is slithering under you skin, because bloodlust is making you hazy and you just need to anchor yourself onto something. Anything.

So you talk to it. Family, friends, hobbies, interests, lovers. Would it run? Would it run fast so it’s fun for you? Would it hide properly if you gave it a chance? Would it be a good victim?

It doesn’t live long enough to see sunset. But it lives longer than each previous one.

And then the same eyes, the same surprised tilt of the pretty head, the same laughter when you make a bad joke, noticing it on the street and god, the resemblance is uncanny. The resemblance should be impossible but you aren’t one to look gift horse in the mouth.

It lives even longer this time, you don’t rush things, not when god has been this kind to you to send you the perfect little lamb. Three times in a row now. No, you are going to savour this one. You will enjoy its potential to the fullest.

You’d like to see if this one runs faster than the previous one. You’d like to see if this one will try to talk its way out of getting devoured.

There’s only one thing that bugs you as its body grows cold on the hardwood floors of your cabin. It never cries. Why doesn’t it ever cry?

What’s more important, why does it matter to you?

And then the next time hunger for blood strikes, it’s there again. Perfect victim, your favourite lamb, so fresh you can practically taste the lotion on its skin.

It’s sweet, barely there, but your mouth waters. You don’t approach it this time. You leave without taking anyone with you. Maybe it’s your mind just paying tricks on you, maybe the war is catching up, maybe it’s not enough anymore to keep it at bay.

And then, the next time, it’s there again. Now watching you — eyes wide, lips perfectly falling open in a perfect scream. Your perfect victim, your favourite lamb looks at you, like it was waiting for you to come and you can’t shake off the feeling that something is wrong.

Something is happening, it slides under your collar with cold sweat, pools in your belly with anxiety, tugs on your nerves, yanking them carelessly.

Look at me-look at me-look at me.

You are not going to be intimidated by your own lamb, you went through war, you came out on the other side alive. You deserve a little outlet for your steam. You deserve whatever makes you feel better.

After all, you gave away best years of your life to this country, you gave it all. Your health, your youth, your mobility, your future. Everything.

There’s blood under your nails, blood that you can’t rub off no matter how hard you try, no matter what you use — rust of it already soldered itself into your cuticles, metal of it is already seeping through the hide you call skin.

You don’t get out much nowadays, everything is too much and you can’t shake off the feeling that something along the way it all went terribly wrong. Why did you start killing them? What happened to you?

Where are the bodies?

You come back to the woods, you dig and you dig and you dig, heart thumping in your chest, blood roaring in your ears, your callouses turn to blood and it seeps through your skin.

There’s an unnatural silence when you dig into the graves you made.

Your vision swims, your head hurts and there’s ringing panic getting louder and louder and louder.

Where are the bodies, mate? Where are your lambs?

You shiver from something cold sliding under your collar with cold sweat, your whole body repulsed and you don’t understand.

You come back to the pub where you picked up the first one and it’s so empty, shitty music playing above your head, football already on — static of the TV razor sharp and fraying your nerves.

Mirror behind the counter shows you an empty shell of a men. Circles under your eyes so dark you look haunted.

But it is there.

You know that before you even see it, before primal panic sinks its teeth into you, before rational mind will try to come up with the excuse.

The pub is empty but there it is.

You perfect victim, nursing bad beer, tilting its head to the side, watching you with big wide eyes.

You want to turn around and walk out. You want to walk away and try to be better, try to work it out, try to change your name and move across the country.

But you can’t, your legs rooted to the spot.

Your perfect victim, your favourite lamb, your immortal trophy watches you from the other side of the pub.

And smiles.

[bitchinbarzal]

CASUALTY | J DOOHAN

Summary: in the battle between love and war, you were just a casualty.

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The sneaking around wasn’t to benefit you, you didn’t really think it would change much. However, Jack thought it best to keep it all a secret. Not wanting to have a single thing tarnish his name on the come up to Formula One. He couldn’t be seen to be fucking the social media girl, not now.

This set up worked for a couple years, supporting him from the sidelines during F2. Never getting to congratulate him on the wins in public the way all the other girlfriends got to but you just accepted that, this is how it was.

You assumed that one day this set up would come to an end and that you would go public, you could post him on social media and vice versa, stopping the thirsty girls in his comment section.

As time crept on you came to realise this would never change, he was always going to hide you from the world. Leading to the screaming match you were having after witnessing him get awfully friendly with a girl in the club post Charles’ Monaco win.

“You always do this!”

“Do what? Dislike my boyfriend openly flirting with people in public like I don’t exist?!”

“You know I can’t do that with you, babe you understand-“ he stressed but you scoffed

“I actually don’t! I don’t get it how we’ve been together for years and we can’t come out about it! I want to be proud of you in public”

He sighed, pinching his forehead “We can’t”

“And why not?!”

“Because you work here! We can’t ever be public!” He bellowed, startling you with his volume.

Your brows furrowed “Ever? As in, you don’t ever intend to tell people we’re together? Like this has been a waste of what, two years of my life?!”

Jack’s face went from one of anger and outburst to worry upon seeing the tears lining your eyes “This really does mean nothing to you, god I’m a fucking idiot!”

“No, no it does! I love you, of course I do”

“It doesn’t feel like it!”

“Y/N just calm down” his hand dropped onto your shoulder and you just pushed it away “Don’t touch me”

The room fell silent, the only sounds being those still partying in Monacos streets.

You bit your bottom lip in an attempt not to sob

“Babe please, say something”

“I think we’re done Jack”

He nods “Ok, good idea we go to sleep and just clean slate in the morning” turning to his side of the bed.

You stayed still, shaking your head “No, no we’re done Jack. We can’t be together”

The sounds that escaped him weren’t comprehensible “You don’t mean that, you’re angry”

“You’re right, I’m hurt, angry and heartbroken and anyone who truly loved me wouldn’t make me feel that way. I’m gonna go share a room with the social team, see you around Jack”

He didn’t know what to say, speechless as he watched you collect your coat and kiss him on the cheek on your way out the room.

He couldn’t comprehend what was happening. This wasn’t real. In the morning he’d find you and you’d all be fine, this was just a fight.

He was wrong. In the morning he found out he’d been removed as a follower on your socials and you were gone from the hotel along with your team.

He hadn’t heard from you until he received a box to his door with your handwriting, the contents being stuff he’d left at your apartment. The memories from the past two years of his life squashed into a cardboard box.

He couldn’t stay stuck on it, he was moving quick and fast with Alpine. He knew you’d know.

When the call came in, he’d be driving in Canada he was ecstatic. Not only for the drive but he knew he’d be seeing you again. That you’d be there on media day.

The team knew he was looking for you when he walked in. They exchanged knowing glances.

“Jack this is Aaron, our social media manager. I don’t think you’ve met!”

Jack scowled “where’s Y/N?”

“Y/N quit…”

His heart dropped “W-what?”

“She just quit after Monaco, I don’t know”

He never drove in Canada. Sure this was his cosmic karma for what he did.

When the call came in during Saudi that he’d be an Alpine Driver for 2025 he wanted to call you immediately.

He paused before hitting call, unsure you’d care or that you hadn’t blocked him.

It got to two in the morning before he called, getting your voicemail

“I did it. I’m going to be fucking f1 driver, I really did it and i really wish you were here. God, I miss you”

The off season was spent in the gym, getting into the best shape he could.

Australia.

His home race was his first.

He was beyond nervous.

Social media, Aaron hadn’t stopped harassing him and while he appreciated it was his job Aaron didn’t seem as stealthy as you.

He qualified in the top ten and he was feeling on top of the world. Only one thing would make this better.

All of his family were there, all hosted in Alpine’s hospitality. He was just missing you.

On Sunday, despite his nerves he finished P9. Top 10.

He was celebrating as though he’d won the WDC.

His family were waiting for him in his garage, navigating to them when he stopped in his tracks.

You, stood with your old colleagues chatting away. The room fell silent when he saw you and you looked up with a cautious glance

“You’re here…”

“Congrats J, P9 that’s-“

“Shut up” he mumbled, striding across the room to kiss you. You melted into it, grasping at his forearms to balance yourself.

When you eventually pulled away for air you gasped lowly “shit, everyone-“

He shook his head “I care about you and only you. They do not matter. I’m really really sorry it took you losing your job to see that”

You didn’t get the chance to reply before Alex passed by the front of the garage “Hey Y/N! See you at work Monday?”

You looked up bashfully at a confused Jack

“So… I’m back on the grid I guess?”

“As long as you’re back with me, I’m supporting you wherever you go”

[sweetstars-posts]

SKINNY,

M. STURNIOLO x FEM!SINGER!READER

(if you don't want to be a singer, it could be anything in the public eye, it’s only mentioned a little!!)

WARNINGS — mentions of eating disorders, depression, anxiety, ALSO pet names (bc apparently that triggers ppl or smth).

a/n — this is a deep story based on billie eilish’s new song, skinny. as someone who faces troubles with eating, i wanted to make this for me and for those who need it <3

word count — 1.5k

(not proofread)

The rain is hitting the glass of my bay window as you stare helplessly out of it. The window opened a crack; the smell of fresh rain wafting into your room.

Your eyes are dull and lifeless — like you’re waiting for something that won't ever arrive. There's an aching feeling in your stomach, one that isn’t just nerves.

Your body ached as you haven’t moved from the soft plush cushions of the bay window for a couple hours.

Nothing in life felt appealing right now. The constant bodyshamming from the public eye got you back into a seemingly never-ending spiral.

People only seem to like you if you’re skinny. Eating was always a struggle, but now it almost feels like a game. Competing with yourself over and over again for trying to reach a certain weight goal that you won’t realistically achieve.

Everyone keeps saying you’re happier now. But are you? No. Complete sadness overtook you, but it was okay, because now you’re skinny.

But you also felt guilty.

You haven’t spoken to your boyfriend Matt in a couple days. You’ve been dating for 3 years and he knows every single thing about you. You still don’t have the energy to get up and try to find your phone which is nowhere to be found at the moment.

But knowing Matt, he probably knows what’s happening again. This seems to always happen. It’s like a record player that keeps repeating and repeating until the vinyl slowly starts to scratch and warp.

Your eyes falter slightly but they never seem to fully close. It’s like they can’t.

Your mind is racing 20 miles per hour but you can’t seem to comprehend a single word going through your brain.

The phone rings, the sound coming from somewhere in the mess of sheets on your bed.

A little while has passed and your phone still hasn't stopped. The obnoxious ringing made you even more aggravated. Yet somehow you felt stuck, like you couldn’t move to get your phone.

The sound absorbed into a dull hum from all the thoughts racing through your head.

You felt numb and lifeless. Like you were viewing yourself in a VR headset.

Time shaped into nothingness as your bedroom door creaked open. Your boyfriend, Matt’s, head peeks through the door.

His eyes soften as he sees your fragile figure on the soft cushions.

He closes the door behind him as he walks into the room. He makes a mental note to clean your room for you later. As he nears you, he sits on the floor, in front of the bay window.

His soft hands, grab your hands lightly, “I got you, it’s okay,” he finally breaks the silence.

Short jagged breath’s release your mouth, as you finally move your eyes away from outside, to him. He slowly moves to hold your head between his hands.

Tears slowly start to prick your eyes, yet you still don’t look away from him. Tears flow and flow, you have no control. Strangled breaths release, as you struggle to catch air.

“Hey, hey, I got you,” Matt’s fingers brush your tears away, his cold rings sending a series of chills down your spine.

Matt brought you into a warm embrace, lowering you down from on top of the seat, to his lap. He cradled you as if you were a broken fragile doll.

He pressed kisses towards your head, letting you release all those pent up emotions.

Neither of you knew how much time had passed, nor did either of you care.

Your breath’s evened out, and your tears died down. And Matt was still there by your side.

“Do you wanna talk?…” Matt questioned after a while.

“I’m just….tired” Your small tired voice let out.

Matt kissed your nose lightly before slowly standing up, pulling you up with him. He made his way to the bathroom connected to your room.

Upon setting you on the counter, he turns on the bath, letting it run for a little. He got everything ready — your clothes, a brush, and got all the small essentials, as you got in the tub.

He washed your hair, lathering the shampoo lightly. He then grabbed your brush and slowly brushed through the large matted knots.

“How about…after this we go back to mine? We can watch Inside Out because I know how much you love that movie,” His offer makes you smile, “And then we can work our way from there, how does that sound?”

You nod in response, too exhausted to speak.

After finishing up, Matt slowly helped you into one of his large sweaters and some pajama pants. Matt started to grab your phone and small things you would need to stay over (although most of your things are already at the triplets house).

“You ready, baby?” Matt extends his hand out towards you.

You grab his hand with a little small smile. Whatever joy you had in you was put towards Matt right now.

Matt led you to his car, opening the passenger seat. You could tell Chris sat there last. The seat was reclined and the seat was altogether far. You smiled at the way Chris left it.

“This kid doesn’t know how to fix his seat, I swear” Matt complained, as he helped you fix the seat.

Matt soon got into the driver side soon after closing your door.

“Where too?” Matt asked gently.

You looked at him in confusion. Weren’t you going to his house?

“C’mon, baby, we’re going somewhere to eat. Even if it’s something small, just… get something in your system.” Matt rubbed his hand against your knee.

The thought of food makes you want to throw up on the spot. You hated that he knew, but you loved that he cared.

“Nowhere..” You mumble quietly, head against the window.

You didn’t want to make this harder on Matt. But the genuine guilt fills you by just thinking about laying a finger on food.

“Sweetie, you need something.” Matt started the car, but ended up driving towards his house, “When we get home, you can have some toast. Even one slice, okay?”

You silently nod.

Matt pulled into the garage. As you and Matt make it inside, you can already hear Chris and Nick yapping about some movie they are watching in the living room.

As much of a bad mood you could be in, those triplets will always put a smile on your face.

Matt’s hand rests on the lower section of your back, gently guiding you through the basement. The two of you slowly walk up the stairs.

Chris and Nicks heads snapped towards the stairs as they heard footsteps, obviously Matt had told them.

Nick came running up to you guys first. He pulled you into a light hug, holding the back of your head with his hand, rocking you ever so slightly.

He pulled away, his hands resting on your face, “I’m so glad you’re okay, kid.”

Chris pushed Nick out of the way, “HEY! My turn”

Chris pulled you into a bone crushing hug, way more strong than Nicks. You smiled slightly into his shoulder.

“We were all so scared,” Chris whispered quietly.

As you guys pulled away, Matt grabbed your hand again, walking you towards his room, but not before bidding a small bye to Nick and Chris.

Matt closed the door behind him, as you went to sit on your designated side of his bed.

“I’ll be right back okay?” Matt kissed your head gently, before walking out of the door.

Matt had started to make a small piece of toast. Knowing you won't want to eat the other half, he put it on a plate for Chris to eat later.

Matt walked the short trip to his room, pulling the door open.

“Here, love” Matt put the plate on your lap.

You slowly grabbed at the piece of toast. Guilt swarmed you like a bunch of bees. Instead of taking a bite, you just stayed there.

Matt was now seated on his side, “It’s okay, Baby, it’s fine,” He rubbed your arm encouragingly.

Slowly but surely, you ate the piece of toast. Matt put on “Modern Family” while you ate. He never pushed you to eat faster, he was comforting and only wanted you to be comfortable.

“Good job!!” Matt’s large smile was contagious, it made you smile too.

As some time passed, you guys just stayed in each other’s presence. Not many words were said, but it was a comforting silence that everyone needs in their lives.

You and Matt were all cuddled up, your head resting on his chest. His hand rubbing your back gently.

His soft touch and actions, that lured you into a soft slumber.

“Goodnight, my love” Matt kissed the top of your head, himself feeling awfully tired.

At the end of the day, all you needed was a loving soul to guide you through your troubles. And Matt was that person. He was the light in your dark cave.

[caraetdeul]

A Bouquet of Breakdowns

Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

Sometimes, life is a bride that just gives a whole ass bouquet of problems in one throw.

TW: breakdowns, stressed reader

a/n: hi so this is more of a self-indulgent fic. I've been so stressed lately and I may have inserted my own situation in this fic in a very detailed way too much, so sorry bout that. But other than that, hopefully everything's good at your end of the screen but if not, hopefully this fic will help you in any way possible. Enjoy reading caratdeuls!

~Main Masterlist~

I’ve got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine

I got a love and I know that its all mine, oh oh

Do what you want but yo—

Seungcheol groaned, trying to reach out for his phone on his nightstand in his sleepy state. Letting you change his ringtone to this song may be a mutual decision for the sake of comedic timing but right now, all he wants is to just throw his phone out the window.

“Whoever decided that 2 o’clock in the morning was a good time to call was definitely gonna taste the wrath of a sleep deprived Cheo—”

“Oh thank God you answered!”

He paused for a second, his brain trying to comprehend the urgency in your brother’s voice. Once his brain caught up to the moment, he sat up immediately.

“What do you mean, Chan?”

“I’ve been trying to call noona for 30 minutes now and she’s still not answering her phone. I’m panicking right now hyung. I don’t know what to do!” Cheol can already hear Chan’s pacing from his end of the line and knew that he was already at the brink of a panic attack.

“Hey, hey, hey calm down for a bit. What do you mean you’ve been calling your sister for a while now? Isn’t she in her room probably sleeping right now?”

“That’s the thing! She isn’t! I went in her room to borrow something from her but when I entered, she wasn’t there! Oh god, this can’t be happening right now.”

“Okay, breathe Chan. I’ll go help find her. Do you have any idea where she might have gone to?”

He heard Chan take a deep breath before answering slightly more calmly than before, “Try the park behind the church. I do remember her telling me something about the garden there and how she goes there sometimes.”

“Okay, thanks Chan.” Cheol stood up, immediately searching the vicinity for a shirt and his wallet and keys.

“Wait, I’m coming with you.” He can already hear a door slam shut before Chan even finished his sentence.

“No, stay there in case she comes back. I’ve got this.” The call went silent for a bit and Cheol can feel his hesitance to follow his instructions. But even then, Chan knew he was right and can only sigh in agreement.

“Okay, fine. Just call me back once you find her, please.”

“I will, don’t worry.”

“Thank you, hyung. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“No worries, Chan. I’ll do anything for the both of you.”

Once the call ended, Cheol rushed to his car, praying to every single higher being he can remember at the moment that you were alright. He wasn’t really shocked with how your brother reacted to your sudden disappearance. Ever since you were children, all he could remember was how you took care of your little brother all by yourself. Your parents were always too busy for the both of you thus, you were left with all the responsibilities in your home including being a parent for your own brother. Because of this, Chan decided that he was gonna be your protector in any way that he can be. So it was no shock that he would react this way.

It took him around 15 minutes before he reached the town’s church. He parked the car by the sidewalk before walking towards the back of the church where the park is found. Chan didn’t really specify the garden that you mentioned but he had a slight clue as to what it might have been. You were always fond of the hydrangeas that bloomed at this time of the year. He can remember how pretty you looked under the light of the sunset as you explained how hydrangeas can grow in groups but still retain a unique beauty for each flower. He then remembered how you further sprouted random facts about them and all he’s thinking about is how much he loves your nerdy side.

Walking through the park, he tries calling out your name but there were no response. As he neared the garden hidden at the very end of the park, he can slightly hear a melody being played from a phone. Once he got closer to the sound, he sighed in relief when he clearly heard the lyrics to your favorite song. It was only then that he realized how stiff his whole body was from panic, only relaxing when he sees your form lying on the grass and watching the stars above. He sent a text to your brother to let him know you’re safe. As soon as he received a text back, he walked towards your direction, careful not to spook you too much.

“You do know that phones are made primarily for texting and calling, right?” You immediately turned to the direction of the sound, scared for your life. But once you see your boyfriend’s face, you relaxed your hold on your pepper spray and took a deep breath to calm your nerves down.

“What the hell, Choi? You scared the shit out of me.”

“Well to be fair, you scared me first what with you disappearing in the middle of the night and not even telling anyone about it.”

“Okay, fair. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smiled at him in an attempt to look apologetic as he lies down next to you.

“Apology accepted.” Cheol stretched out his arm to you, letting you cuddle up to him, “but i can’t promise any forgiveness from your brother any time soon. He was about to burn the whole house down in panic trying to find you.”

“Oh god.” Cheol chuckled at your response. He can already hear the gears in your head running and trying to find an acceptable peace offering for your brother. For a few minutes he let you dwell in your thoughts, knowing all too well that you’ve already moved past that and now deciding on whether or not you would share the whole reason why you’re out here at this time of night.

“So,” Cheol started, “want to talk about it?”

You hummed. Biting your lips, you said the first thing that came into your mind, “I don’t really know where to start.”

“That’s okay. Take your time. We’ve got all night.” His hold on you tightened for a bit, letting you know that he’s there for you no matter what. You don’t know what you did to deserve him but you thank God so much that he let you two meet because you don’t know how you will ever survive this world without him in your life.

“I’m overwhelmed,” you sighed shakily, “everything is too much and I can’t even relax properly. I…”

Cheol scrunched his eyebrows in confusion when you didn’t continue your train of thought only to hear you sniffling and feel your body shake a bit from trying not to cry.

“Its okay, love. Let it out.”

And then the dam broke.

You told him how your work was piling up and everything was just so stressful. You also told him about the disappointment you felt when your workmates left you all alone while struggling to meet a deadline on time when they promised you that they will help. In short, you have vomited every single slight inconvenience and big event in your life that happened in the course of a few days to your boyfriend. Your sweet and caring boyfriend who’s listening intently to every single word you’re saying.

By the time you were done, the sun was beginning to rise. You can hear the sounds of the nature around you waking up as Seungcheol wipes your tears and hug you tightly. You can feel him kiss your hair, stroking it in an attempt to ground you. You both stayed like that for a few more minutes before Cheol made you both sit up to face each other.

“You do know you can share anything with me, right?” He cupped your face with his hands, forcing you to look into his sincere eyes.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So the next time you feel like this, will you please go straight to me?”

You felt your lips quiver due to the intense sincerity that you felt from his words. You observed his face, memorizing every detail and imprinting them into your brain.

“I will.”

Taglist: @moonwonuu @belladaises

Seuncheol smiled in relief before hugging you once again, pulling your head to rest on his chest as he enveloped you with his arms. Maybe you’ll have a hard time letting him be a shoulder for you to cry on but he vows to you and to himself that he will be there to catch you whenever you fall.

[cosmicflw3rr]

I NEED A FIC WHERE READER GETS HURT DURING RHEAS MATCH AT RINGSIDE AND DOM GETS ALL PROTECTIVE AND STUFF

care for me.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: getting injured was the worst thing that could’ve possibly happened to you at this stage in your career. dealing with the injury alone was impossible, you needed to let someone care for you. he was that someone.

A/N: this oness longgg😭😭 I got carried away guys I’m sorry😔 and I also kinda don’t like this but yea, I changed it a bit so I’m sorry if it’s not what you were looking for😔😔.

you were about to preform your finisher, a corkscrew senton from off the top rope. you had practiced it countless times and knew that you could pull it off, but it was still nerve-wracking every time. as you looked around at the crowd, the cheers and chants grew louder and more intense, urging you on. you could feel their energy coursing through you, giving you the strength and courage to take the leap.

as asuka rose to her feet, so did you. spotting a gap, you launched into a flip. but as you were about to collide with asuka, she sidestepped. you feet hit the ground with a jolt, a sharp cry escaping you as pain spiked through your right leg.

you crumpled to the floor, gripping your leg tightly, tears streaming down from the intense pain. the referee rushed over, bombarding you with a flurry of questions.

"are you okay?" overwhelmed, you could only respond with your actions, nodding before your voice could catch up. "can you continue the match?" once more, you managed to nod in, despite knowing you should've told him to end the match and acknowledged the pain, you stayed silent.

the referee stepped away, and asuka approached you, yanking you up by your hair hair before shoving you down. you winced, your hand instinctively reaching for your leg. she then snatched your leg away from you and delivered a kick that had you crying in pain.

she kicked your leg again, before locking it into a single leg boston crab. the pain was unbearable, and you found yourself tapping out frantically, your screams echoing in the air.

tears streamed down your face as you pleaded for her to stop. the referee quickly intervened, in an attempt to get her to cease the hold.

"get her off! get her off!" you pleaded with the referee, screaming for him to help you. finally, he managed to separate her from you, but the damage had already been done.

as asuka dancing around to her music, you gripped your hurt leg, tears streaming down. the ref assisted you to sit up, bombarding you with questions that your mind just couldn’t comprehend.

overwhelmed by the pain in your leg, the cheers, and the barrage of questions from the referees, “I can’t move it!” you cried out in frustration, “I can’t move it!!”

"listen," the ref urged, your sobs hushing as you looked at him. "we gotta take you to the medics."

"get dominik, please," you pleaded, your tears subsiding as you covered your face.

"I understand, but we need to get you medical attention first." the referee said, then another ref arrived, both assisting you to your feet.

they supported you out of the ring and onto the floor, your right leg lifted to avoid touching the ground. the audience applauded as you slowly but surely headed backstage.

when you guys reached the medical, the carefully set on the exam table, a wince escaping you as you shifted for comfort. “someone please get dom.” you told them as more tears escaped your eyes.

———

dom was backstage, eyes glued to your match. you were putting up a good fight. he watched as you climbed the ropes, hitting your chest, before doing the shoulder shimmy with your tongue out, paying homage to the late great eddie guerrero.

a soft chuckle escaped him, totally amused. he watched you launch off the ropes, fully expecting to land the move and put asuka away.

as soon as he saw her dodge and your legs buckle beneath you, crashing to the mat, he sensed something was wrong.

he straightened up, hand going to cover his mouth, worry washing over him as the cameras zoomed in on you, clutching your leg.

the camera caught the tears that were streaming down your face while the ref bombarded you with questions. dom glanced at damian beside him, both of them etched with worry.

turning back to the match, dom’s heart was racing.

dom saw the agony in your expression, but you gave a nod, and the ref backed off – he knew you were stubborn and were gonna be set on finishing the match. "what are you doing, amor," he muttered under his breath, cracking his knuckles nervously.

he felt totally powerless watching the attack . asuka approached, yanked you by the hair, and slammed you down.

watching her go after your injured leg, dom felt the anger boiling up inside. she was being ruthless on purpose.

he knew the industry – it's all about the win at the end of the day. but there's also an unspoken rule about keeping it safe enough so no one gets seriously hurt in the ring.

dom’s face twisted in a wince as he saw her strike your leg once more, locking in a single leg boston crab. your cries of pain pierced the air while you tapped out desperately.

the bell rung signaling the match's end, but asuka wouldn't release you. dom could hear your pleas on the TV, begging her to stop. his anger surged as the ref had to pry asuka away from you.

she showed no concern, just preoccupied with her win. dom watched, tense, as the refs swarmed to your side.

“what the fuck was that?" he muttered, taking a deep breath to mask his anger.

damian gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, "go check on her, I'll fill in the others." with a nod, dominkk acknowledged as damian left.

he glanced at the screen, shutting his eyes briefly at the sound of your distress. risinv swiftly, he left the screen behind, urgency driving him as he hurried to find you.

———

In the medical room, joseph, the medic was trying to talk to you, "we need to start checking out your leg to see what's wrong."

you shook your head, tears streaming down. "no, I'm waiting for dominik."

"but—“

"where the hell is he?" you snapped, the words coming out sharper than intended, pain and frustration getting the better of you.

"where is she—?" he stopped mid-sentence as he spotted you and stepped inside. "what happened? are you alright?" dom asked, just having come into the room. he moved closer, gently cradling your face and planting a kiss on your forehead.

feeling his presence, you eased up. "finally."

even with the comfort of his presence, you couldn't help but start to fall apart. he wrapped you up carefully in a soft hug, mindful not to cause you any more pain.

tears streamed down as you clung to him. "It's fucking hurts, dom. It hurts really bad," you wept, squeezing your eyes shut, the agony in your leg overwhelming.

his expression shifted to deep worry at your sobs. gently, he eased back, cradling your face in his hands, coaxing you to meet his gaze. "hey, look at me, please, look at me."

opening your eyes, you met his gaze, a frown etched on your face from the pain. you wished you could just vanish into thin air. your crying softened as you looked at him.

tears welled up again, the timing couldn't be worse—you were at the height of your career, and an injury was the last thing you needed. you attempted to steady yourself, but the mix of pain and stress was starting to wear on you.

he was worried for you, and felt how broken you felt. he felt powerless and wanted to do more to ease your pain. he spoke reassuringly, “you’re going to make it through this, just hold on. I'm right here with you, and everything's going to be alright." you nodded, brushing away your tears.

yet, new tears found their way down your cheeks.

joseph spoke up, addressing dom, "she refused any examination until you got here." Instead of scolding you, dom simply took your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

you squeezed back, feeling utterly shattered inside—this injury was a nightmare come to life.

with that, joseph set to work, conducting the necessary tests on your leg. it wasn’t long before he returned with the results. you glanced up at him, your eyes pleading for him to tell you good news, as anxiety knotted your insides.

he gave you a sympathetic look, bracing to deliver the difficult truth. "I'll be honest with you, y/n. and there’s just no easy way to put this, but It's a torn ACL and meniscus."

you bit your lip, holding back the tears. the room was silent until he spoke again. "you probably know a bit about this injury," you nodded. he took a seat on the bed across from you.

"given the severity of your injury, it won't heal by itself. surgery is necessary. It's less common to have a meniscus tear alongside an ACL tear."

"post-surgery, you'll need plenty of rest. then we'll have you gradually start rehab to build strength and mobility in your leg."

you held onto dom’s hand tightly. "how long am I gonna be out?" you murmured.

"you might be out for 6-9 months, maybe a year in the worst-case scenario. It all hinges on how well rehab goes and your recovery process. we've got to be thorough to ensure your leg is back to its best."

a feeling of disappointment hit you. "a year?" you said softly, barely above a whisper.

"It's not a guarantee you’ll be out that long," he reassured, and you nodded faintly. "but we have to be realistic—it's a pretty long recovery," he continued.

you nodded again, masking your emotions. "I'm going to review the other tests we did on your leg. I'll talk to your doctors and we can go over your next steps when I return," joseph said, then left, leaving you and dom in a quiet bubble. the two of you just sat there, enveloped in the stillness.

dom could tell you were reeling from the news, respecting your space and thoughts. he quietly held your hand, providing a comfort while you processed everything.

he couldn't do much, but his support was clear. he believed in you, confident that you'd get through this.

meeting your gaze, dom spoke up his voice steady. "you’ve been through a lot, y/n/n, and you have always made it through. this is just another hurdle. you’ll get past this one too. everything’s going to be okay."

at his reassuring words, the dam burst, and tears cascaded down your cheeks, your hand muffling the sobs.

dom wrapped you in another tight embrace, tenderly wiping your tears and cradling you as you wept. he stroked your back, trying to ease your pain with his comforting touch.

"shhhhh baby, it's gonna be okay. you're gonna be okay." dom whispered, his voice soothing.

"It's just... this has been my dream since I was a kid," you managed to say between shaky breaths, struggling to steady your voice. "I’m at this huge part of my career, a part where-" your words were swallowed by sobs.

your tears began to subside, replaced by soft sniffles. "I'm at this point in my career, where I’m the top—" you paused as tears continued to fall, and you let out a sigh, gazing upwards. "I'm at the top, everything's going great, and now I have this injury and-."

"hey," dom interjected gently, halting your rush of words. he wasn't trying to downplay your feelings, but he wanted to make sure you understood this wasn't the end. his hands cradled your face, guiding your gaze to meet his with kindness.

“I know, I know. but this isn't the end. the last thing I want is for you to believe that all your hard work and dedication is going to waste." you sighed looking up, you knew he was right. but it just felt so hard to come to term with it at this moment.

———

a few weeks later

resting in the hospital bed with nurses bustling around, prepping for surgery, you glanced at dominik, a wave of nerves hitting you. yet you felt a little more secure knowing you had the best surgeons on your service.

dominik leaned in close, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, whispering just for you, "you'll be okay. they'll take care of you, mi vida."

his gentle voice enveloped you in a blanket of security. "I know, I'm just a bit nervous," you replied with a faint smile.

he kept his hold on your hand, his thumb gently caressing the back of it. "you shouldn't be," he murmured, "there’s no reason to be nervous, I’m gonna be right here until you get out and your parents are on the way, everything will be okay."

the nurses signaled it was time for surgery, he stepped back, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, leaving you with the lingering sense of his comforting warmth.

"I'll be right here," he whispered, giving your hand another squeeze, "te amo."

"I love you too," you responded, feeling his kiss on your forehead followed by a tender kiss on your lips. the nurses began to wheel you away to the operating room, where the stark brightness of the hospital lights was the last thing you saw.

———

your eyes gradually open, the glaring lights making you squint. glancing around, you spot dominik beside you, his thumb soothingly stroking your hand.

gazing at your leg, you notice the brace snugly fitted and bandages beneath it. the beep of monitors fills the air, and a chill from the hospital room wraps around you.

"hey," dominik's voice is a gentle whisper, "how are you feeling?" his hand gives yours a reassuring squeeze. "don't worry, mi vida, everything went well."

"hey," your voice comes out a bit rough, but you manage a soft smile in response.

"are you okay?" he murmurs, concern flickering across his face as he hears the rasp in your voice. he glances at the monitors, checking they're all reading normal, then turns back to you. "are you thirsty?" he asks gently, his eyes filled with care.

you nodded, he grabbed a big jug of water from your bedside table. he grabs the straw, holding it up to your mouth and helping you take a sip of water. you realize how thirsty you were, you drank quickly taking a few sips to quench your thirst.

“better?” he asked, putting the jug down you were done drinking water, you nodded.

suddenly, your gaze moves to the chairs in the room, you see your parents you smile. "mom, dad," you greet them with a gentle yet happy tone. they approach, your dad planting a soft kiss on your forehead while your mom takes your hand in hers.

dominik watches closely as you interact with your parents, he watches them both interact with you with such affection, he can see your face light up when you see them.

he observes the tender scene for a moment, then turns to you with a small, smile. "how are you feeling honey?" your mom asked.

catching her question, you respond, "I'm okay, just a bit sore," your voice scratchy from not talking.

"I’m going to go tell the doctors you woke up." dominik announces before he leans in, whispering, "back in a sec," and plants a gentle kiss on your cheek before exiting the room.

a smile lingers on your face as you turn to your parents. noticing their exchange of smiles, you ask, "what?" with a hint of curiosity.

your mom gently sweeps your hair aside. "he hasn't left your side since you got back from surgery," she shares.

"how long was I asleep?" you asked curiously.

after a brief pause, she calculates, "the surgery took roughly 2 and a half hours, and you've been resting for about three hours since. so, around five hours, more or less."

Surprised, you say, "he didn't get up once? not even for food or like to use the bathroom?"

with an amused look, your mom replies, "nope, he refused to leave your side, I tried to tell him to go take a break but he wouldn't leave. he insisted on staying."

as you reflect on it, butterflies flutter in your stomach. It's reassuring to know he stayed by your side, just as he promised.

you briefly close your eyes, "you tired?" she asked, you nod, allowing your parents to have their own conversation, a mix of worry and relief for your well-being.

a few minutes pass, before the door swings open, and dominik enters to the room. you stir awake at the sound of the door opening and closing.

he greets you with a warm smile, gently caressing your hand and planting sweet kisses on your forehead.

you smile back, and right on cue, dr. smith enters the room. your parents step aside, allowing the doctor to check the monitor next to you, ensuring that everything is running smoothly and your vitals are stable.

dominik stepped back to give the doctors space to examine you.

after the doctor finished up examining you, the looked at you, "your surgery was successful, and we've reconstructed your ACL and meniscus." you glance at your leg propped up on a hospital pillow and nod. "we’ll keep you here for a night or two to monitor your healing progress before deciding on the next steps."

"okay," you said a polite smile on your face as the doctor excused himself and left the room.

your parents embraced you warmly, your dad planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, before they headed out to the cafeteria. you mom told dom to call them if there was any problem or if you needed them.

dominik watches your family leave the room, leaving it completely quiet and still inside, he turns to you, “you alright, amor?” he whispers.

your eyelids were heavy as you murmured, "yeah, I'm good."

a gentle smile crossed dominik's face, noticing how tired you were. he tenderly swept a stray hair from your forehead. "want to get some more sleep?" he asked quietly.

with your eyes closed, you replied, "no, I just need to rest my eyes for a little while."

understanding, dom reached for his phone to update rhea and the rest of the judgment day, letting them know you were awake and all was well.

"rhea and everyone was pretty worried—" dom’s words trailed off as he glanced back to find you already dozing off, gentle snores escaping you.

he gave a tender smile and then did what he knew would be best for you right then. He took the blanket from the foot of your bed, draped it over you, and after positioning a chair near your bedside, he sat down to stay close.

———

as your blinked your eyes open, the room glowed with the soft light of early morning. near your bed, dominik was eating.

"good morning," you said, a sleepy smile on your face as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

dominik caught your voice, glancing your way, before flashing a smile. "morning, baby," he greeted, leaning in to plant a kiss on your forehead. the subtle, soothing scent of his cologne filled the air, calming you down.

"you grabbed some food?" you asked, your stomach rumbling a bit.

"no, rhea and damian dropped it off. they were going to stay till you woke up, but had to catch a flight to the next show," he explained, and you nodded, totally getting it. he motioned to his meal that looked like it came from the dunkin' donuts nearby. "they got something for you too," he said, sliding over with your food in hand.

"they also got your favorite coffee," he mentioned, pulling up a chair. “do you wanna eat now or later?”

"definitely now," you replied, your hunger making itself known loud and clear.

dominik gave a nod and set the food on the hospital bed tray before you. "everything feeling okay? any pain?" he asked gently, his eyes following you as you started to eat.

you shook your head, mouth full of food, swallowing it before you spoke, "just sore, so it's a bit uncomfortable."

he smiled, seeing how eagerly you were eating. "looks like you're enjoying breakfast.”

"mhmm, it's really good," you managed to say between bites.

"don’t worry when we get out of here, I’ll take you to get dunkin again." he chuckled, amused by your enthusiastic eating.

"please do," you agreed, slowing down a bit. you set the sandwich down, still chewing, as you looked at him.

"you’re the cutest when you eat, you know that?" he murmured with a soft smile, then took a bite of his own sandwich.

you gave a playful eye roll in response. "how's that even cute?" you chuckled, questioning the logic.

"I can't explain it," he chuckled, "you just remind me of a baby dinosaur." he laughed, taking a sip of his coffee.

you burst out laughing. he beams at you. "you don't think so?" he teased, and you just smiled, taking another bite.

you caught him looking your way again before he gently asked, "everything taste okay?"

"yeah, it's perfect, thanks.”

"good," he smiled, then took another bite of his food. “I can’t wait till we get you home,” he said, eyes flicking up to you as he continued eating.

you finished off your sandwich, murmuring, "me too." after wiping your hands, you reached out for his.

he set his sandwich aside and took your hand, fingers intertwining. the warmth from his hand infused into yours.

a small smile played on his lips as he looked at you, "thank you," you said to him.

he glanced at your interlocked hands, noting the size difference with a smile. "of course," he responded gently, appreciating the closeness.

he brought your hand up placing a gentle kiss on it, before giving it a reassuring squeeze, “no seriously, for everything.”

he was silent for a bit. "you don't need to thank me for being there and caring about you." his grip on your hand tightened gently. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

looking at you, his eyes brimmed with fondness. "te amo," he said gently, content to remain just like that for eternity.

"I love you too," you replied with a playful pause, "If you really love me, you'll let me have a sip of your coffee."

he chuckled quietly, "i guess." he said sarcastically after taking a quick sip, you hit his arm lightly as he lifted the cup to your lips for you to drink. It was pleasantly warm and delicious.

"thanks, babe."

with a grin, he replied, "anytime, amor,"

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Obey Me Headcanons: Fighting

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Beel, Satan, Levi, Asmo, Belphie

Warnings: Angst, Lucifer being a little BITCH

Ask Box: Open

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Lucifer:

Getting into a fight with him hurts

He will point out every single way you need to improve yourself

And call you an imbecile while doing it

He’s just so pissed that he’s scolding you worse than Mammon

Call him a little bitch to throw him off

Start crying to make him feel bad >:D

Stonks!

Mammon:

He’s not the type to stay mad for long

Unless you’re like,,,legit making out with someone in front of him, he’s quick to apologize

But if you two happen to be in a really heated fight, he won’t necessarily be mad

Mammon acts more of a sad puppy dog

“Do you really think that?”

He gets very dejected its kinda heartbreaking

Pls apologize rn!!!

Levi:

Tsundere type of angry

“It’s not like I cared!”

He will deflect. 

It’s one of the worst types of defense mechanisms 

If you just leave him alone for a while

Eventually he will be so consumed with playing back the fight

That he will apologize

Feel free to flick him

Satan:

I dont wanna fight Satan

I feel like he’d slap me not that I would mind

Similar fighting style to Lucifer

He’s a little more cold and doesn’t really point out your faults

He just insults you

“Are you choosing to be this childish right now? Do you really want to fight over this?”

He’s stubborn and will totally drag out a fight

It can either end in you two awkwardly apologizing

Or not talking for weeks

Asmo:

I feel like getting in a fight with him wouldn’t be an actual fight

He’d just be super condescending

“Oh? So that’s how you feel. Cute.”

Will scoff at you (it doesn’t sound like a big deal but it is)

Gaslights

“Darling, I just don’t understand why you’re upset. I did nothing wrong.”

It will end in you storming off in tears telling Asmo that he’s a self centered ass

Only then will he slightly feel bad 

(i love him it makes it sound like I don’t)

Beel:

Beel has trouble comprehending other’s feelings

He truly tries, but sometimes it’s frustrating

And when he’s frustrated, he shuts others out

“Beel, you can’t just sit there and eat. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to.” 

It’s very aggravating when the you can’t get through to you

It’s the fact that he won’t even try to understand

Either sit down and talk it through, or have one of the brothers explain it 

Belphie:

Two things can happen

The first is he completely ignores you

Every time you say something he just yawns, nods his head 

Or he says “I’m sorry” without even meaning it

Eventually, he’ll get so tired he’ll just go to sleep

The second thing that happens is the worst

Full on screaming match

Belphie is so fucking pissed he will start throwing insults

And maybe actual physial objects (not at you though)

If you slap him out of it, he’ll start profusely apologizing

If one of the brothers (Lucifer) intervenes, he’ll storm out of the house and disappear for days before coming back to apologize