#I try to think maybe it's because some people want to hear about this and actually do see what's happening and the crazy antisemitism that'

[mymelodylvr]

clingy!jj x reader

jj maybank might be the neediest man you’ve ever met.

at first, you were always the one clinging on to him in the relationship. but the second he got attached to you, the switch completely flipped. for the past week, he’d been following you around like a lost puppy - falling asleep holding you like his life depended on it. you’d have to remind him that you weren’t going anywhere (and that he couldn’t hold you that tight because you couldn’t breathe). but in all honesty, it was cute, and you didn’t mind his semi-weird antics all. but the more he latched on to you, like he was scared that you’d leave him, the more worried you got.

it was a typical sunday night for you and jj. john b was out on one adventure or another with sarah, and dragged pope along with him. kie, not wanting to be a third weel, went with them (can you blame her?). luckily for you, this meant you and j could stay at the chateau without anyone bothering you. you two decided on rewatching some saw-type movie that grossed you out, but he liked it, so who cares.

you’re sitting on jogn b.’s old and lumpy couch, constantly squirming to find a comfortable spot. unfortunately, jj was lying on you

“stop moving, I’m trying to watch”

you hardly ever see him like this - so focused. it was on people dying in the most gruesome ways somebody could think of, but it’s still nice to see him calm.

“jayj, you’ve seen this 50 times, I think you can miss a second while I’m trying to get comfortable on this old, stupid sofa” you say, letting out a yawn.

“you’re cranky.”

“I’m not.”

“you so are.” you could fight him on this, but the way he grinned while looking up at you with those perfect eyes? you couldn’t get mad if you tried. so you place a wet kiss to his forehead and start to wriggle free of his arms, to your dismay, he didn’t budge.

“I gotta go to the bathroom” you laugh out.

“so hold it” he grunted, half-paying attention to the movie, and half paying attention to peppering kisses on your stomach. as you giggle, finally freeing yourself from his grasp, you stand up, and instantly- his focus is completely on you. you don’t see him like this often. you knew that he knew that you were just going to the bathroom. at least logically, he had to know that. but those damn puppydog eyes, you couldn’t pull yourself away from them. this led you to saying one of the weirdest things you had said in that relationship that far.

“um - baby?”

“yeah?”

“do you want to come with me?”

it was almost a look of relief that washed over him, leaving you more confused as he held your hips walking to the bathroom.

“jay, why did you want to come in here with me?” a weird thing to say while flushing. “can’t let you out my sight for a second, pretty, someone’ll, grab you” he jokes. but you’re not sure if it’s a joke. “jayj.. you know I’m not going anywhere right? you need to know that.” again, a weird thing to say while in a bathroom. “yeah, I know, obviously, obviously you aren’t” he forces out a laugh, sniffling too much for you too believe him.

for a split second you debate hugging him, having not washed your hands. why were you having this conversation in a bathroom? and for another second it’s quiet. thats when you hug him.

“I am not going anywhere, maybank, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” you say, giggling at the end. you can tell he wants to cry, or say something, but wont let himself. thats’s okay for now - you know it’ll come sooner or later.

after a few seconds of a warm embrace, you hear a laugh.

“it’s pretty gross that you didn’t wash your hands, ma” your jaw drops, letting out a laugh, before slapping him playfully and going to wash your hands.

“you’re so sassy”

“you love it” he replies quickly, as you turn the sink on and grab the soap,

“maybe I do, what are you going to do about it” you say, smirking to yourself, as you finish what you were doing and turn off the water. his hands find your hips, met with a gasp from you.

“don’t wanna finish the movie?”

“nah, apparently I’ve seen it like fifty times anyways”

A/N: I kind of hate this, but it's cute? obviously very cringe, but it's obx fanfiction, it's hard not to be? idk

[sorrynoideasforcoolnickname]

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Okay, I have a tiiiny question on Eva's execution. Why did Cara's body (or a dummy of it) was used to give her hope that she can escape? Why not... Wolfgang's? It would make more sense, no? First of all, it would be perfect to disturb the class: look, this is your dead classmate! Long time no see, huh? Oh, let's have his killer accidentally rip off his arm while trying to escape!

Secondly, it could mess with Eva. Imagine, you kill some guy, because a) he's an ultimate lawyer and b) he kinda bullies you. You hate him, because he made everyone hate you and put you in the most vulnerable position during the killing game, you hate his silly optimism and belief in people. Then you're about to be executed and you see him leading a hand, giving you a chance to be saved. Wouldn't you be mad a little? This motherfucker is the reason you have problems and now he wants to help? Uh-hum, sure.

But what are you left with? You grab his hand, only to accidentally rip it off and fall straight to the flame. Imagine thinking in your last moment: "This bitch made everything to make me die".

Woah. Cool!

But instead, they use Cara. Why?

I don't think they made it without any purpose (though, there is such possibility). Maybe, Cara and Eva related somehow? Could they knew each other?

It would be interesting to hear your thoughts! :)

[vaguely-concerned]

insane actually how this entire conversation is recontextualized once you know what has actually happened, and the perspectives both people involved are working with. these two are Not having the same conversation and they have no idea. they have no idea!!! I'm going to throw myself into the ocean.

I couldn't decide if I like the stoic or purple option for the last dialogue choice better -- in the purple one it seems like harding thinks rook is deliberately if unusually clumsily trying to cheer her up and take both their minds off varric's death, and her reaction is so warm and quietly charmed and protective; she's looking directly at rook as she says 'I could focus on the people I can help now, *looks away* instead of those I couldn't'. but I think I have to go with the stoic one for rye, if nothing else then for the dramatic irony of having the mage go 'I'm just saying that no one is safe forever, even with magic' and not consciously know what he's actually saying -- what harding is hearing, that this conversation is maybe what makes her think that the subject is still tender enough that rook doesn't want to talk about it yet. 'oh. he does blame himself too he is feeling it even though he doesn't show it most of the time :('. (he IS feeling it and maybe that's what's shining through but he doesn't understand that he is. sick and twisted.) and so they never talk about it. because she's so kind that she takes what she thinks is a signal that it's too much for now seriously and then she's dEAD and they'll never get to talk about it. howling with grief of course in case you were wondering this is awful. and the first time around you have no way of knowing the many levels this conversation is working on at all. I knew the big twist already at this point in my first playthrough (I love a spoiler spoilers give me emotional security), but I still didn't get half the subtleties going on here because some of them are so specific and only make sense when you've been through the whole context. aaaaah

(of course the stoic option could also be read straight in a different setting/with a rook of a different temperament as 'neither of us could have done anything, shit just happens sometimes', depending on your read! but with a mage rook saying this and especially with rye it does very easily take on an undertone of 'well, I already had magic in that moment. and I couldn't protect him either'. which like. fucks me up ngl)

[sibyllinebooks]

teen wolf boys and their love languages:

a/n: this is not proofread and it’s also my first post so be nice or i’ll cry lolol ( most of these can be read as platonic or romantic ) ok bye

scott: acts of service. hear me out: this boy takes care of EVERYONE. he’s the alpha, he always has to know the answers. the pack has a problem? everyone goes to him to help. so the moment you do something for him? he’s so relieved. it takes the constant weight off of his shoulders, if only for a little bit. and he might not say it, but he appreciates it so much. even if it’s as simple as helping him with his homework or doing some of the chores around his house he’s so dumb struck he doesn’t know what to do with himself. once, you brought his mom dinner when she had an overnight shift at the hospital and he swore to himself he would marry you. he’s so used to everyone needing him he’s never considering his own needs.

stiles: this. man. loves. TOUCH. his adhd makes his self control and impulses non-existent. if he wants to touch you, he’ll do it. he’ll hug you from behind or hold your hand or put his hand in your back pocket. sitting next to each other? your thighs are pressed together. across the table? he’s playing footsies with you. in class? his seat is right next to yours so he can reach his foot out to nudge you. sleepover? you’re cuddling ( and yes, sometimes he is the little spoon ). he always has to be touching you no matter what. maybe it’s the fact that he feels if he doesn’t, he’ll lose you the way he lost his mom. even platonic stiles is very loose with his touch. high fives, fist bumps, stupid secret handshakes, hugs, etc.

isaac: everyone saying physical touch because he’s been touch starved: you’re not wrong but i think it’s mainly words of affirmation. he’s so used to being told he’s worthless, that he’s disposable, easy to throw away. so the moment you tell him you appreciate him, that he makes you smile, that you’re proud of him, that he has VALUE, he has a hard time containing how loved it makes him feel. he often freezes up and mutters an awkward “thank you”. even if it’s just a simple “good job” for getting a good grade on a test, it helps him unlearn all of the negative beliefs about himself his dad imposed on him. he would be into physical touch with his romantic partner and people he’s close to but words of affirmation is gold.

liam: i had a tough time with liam but i think his would be quality time/body doubling. liam has always had a hard time with people wanting to be around him. they always treat him as fragile because of his IED, thinking that he’s one step away from going off. even more so when he became a werewolf. so for you to willingly spend time with him without any expectations involved? it makes him feel like maybe he isn’t all bad. you could be doing homework in his room together or watching a movie on the couch or literally sitting next to each other staring at a wall. he’s just happy someone wants to be around him and isn’t treating him like they’re walking on eggshells. liam only wants to feel like he’s normal and you’re happy to provide that for him.

derek: i was trying to do a different one for each of them but i feel like derek is a mix of acts of service and quality time. he’s had to rely on himself from such a young age that he’s grown self-sufficient to a fault. and when he was an alpha, he had to learn to take care of others and like scott, i think it took a toll on him to have to be the wise leader who always knows the answers. in that sense, i do think he knows what he wants. so if he asks for something, you’re happy to comply. now as to why i think quality time is also a big thing for him. he knows he can’t be alone all the time. but even with that, sometimes he doesn’t want to talk. sometimes he only needs your presence to reassure him he’s not alone. derek is a strong, silent type and i think that reflects in his needs.

[genderqueerdykes]

seeing you're endo posts really got me thinking. why is it so hard for people to realize that the physiciatric system is just as flawed as the health care and justice system? obviously there are many posts about it, but it never seems to be as big an issue for people for some reason? iykwim? or maybe im just not in the right places to see it? thoughts?

you nailed my point dead on: the psychiatric system is extremely flawed, and is just as out for profit as any other part of the modern medical industry. like yes, individual doctors, nurses, assistants, therapists, technicians can all be amazing, wonderful people with compassion who treat their patients right. however, the industry itself does not care about that. at all

the psychiatric industry is literally there for profit. that's it. that's all. it's not there so that we can actually study psychology and learn more about the human brain. it's about making as much money as possible. like i really can't stress that medical studies *have* to allocate funds in order to be conducted. they don't just happen because doctors want them to. there has to be some kind of funding, and if it doesn't seem like it's gonna turn a profit down the road, it's just not gonna get funded.

psychiatric hospitals in specific can be really brutal to people who don't have health insurance, but have been forced into psychiatric care. like i feel like people forget that still, to this day, people can be and are forced into therapy, psychiatric hospital stays, and more, against their will. if someone is considered "a danger to themselves or others," which is an extremely vague concept that can easily be skewed to screw someone over, they can be forced into psychiatric "care" without any stance in the matter. like, y'all, some people are committed to psychiatric facilities for life, whether or not they feel it's necessary. this complex is not our friend.

i'm glad you sent this message because thank you, i'm glad to hear that you understand exactly what i'm trying to put down.

[feinyan]

DATING HEADCANONS featuring. damon maitsu, kai monteago, wolfgang akire, desmond hall and mark berskii.

edens garden maxxing rn :] i enjoyed chapter one a lot, so i’ll be pumping out a bit more writing of them ^^; feel free to send in requests, (even if its for different medias) though i already have 3-4 drafts ill be dishing out eventually.

damon, who treats you like you’re a fragile little doll, prepared for you to break at any moment. hence, why he worries for you so much. though he attempts (and fails) to play it off as a casual concern. ‘are you hurt? bleeding?’ ‘what? no? i just tripped, damon.’ ‘are you sure? let me check just incase. come on, stop moving.’ damon, who always has a limb around you. his hands? wrapped around your waist, or intertwined within your own. his legs? always pressed up against yours. if you point it out, he gets flustered and denies it, pulling away. but you’ll still find his eyes constantly lingering on you, as if he hasn’t felt your contact in months and needed it desperately. damon, who is a tease, yet gets flustered just as easily. sarcastic, teasing remarks always escaping his lips, smirking as if he didn’t have a care in the world. though the minute you retort back with a comment of your own, he's completely quiet. blushing and muttering embarrassed insults under his breath. damon, who doesn’t quite understand standards when it comes to dating. holding a door open for you? walking close to the road? wearing a hair tie on his wrist incase you’d needed one? a foreign concept to him. but regardless, upon hearing things told to him by other people whilst rambling like kai, he tries his best to adapt to it. things that would normally be unusual for him, he attempts because he wants the best for you. damon, who is stingy and a bother about little trinkets you point out. ‘do you really need that?’ ‘that looks stupid.’ ‘its so small. why is it expensive?’ yet of course, they’d somehow end up within your residence. somehow. obviously, it were damon. damon, who spoils you with acts of services. openly doing things he’d refuse to or need convincing for from others, going out of his way to do things for you without being asked, etc. sure, maybe once in awhile he’ll knock on your head and call you an idiot for not being able to do something yourself, but it’s just teasing. he truly doesn’t mind providing for you, or helping you. anything that offers spending time with you is worth it for him.

kai, who couldn’t get enough of you. your touch, your attention, your words, you name it, he likes it. his hands are constantly all over you, any opportunity he’s given. he melts within your touch, in his most vulnerable state, unable to resist anything when it comes from you and your grasp. kai, who spoils you with anything he can offer — cute endearing nicknames, gifts he’d found that he thought you’d like, or even little snacks he thought looked silly that you two could try together. he loves to see your expression light up when he offers you some item he’d found that he thought you’d enjoy. even if you don’t end up liking it, the idea of him being reminded of you or thinking of you enough to make the purchase still leaves you feeling warm. kai, who whiningly calls you princess whenever he needs something from you. aside from his casual nicknames that he adores, like sweetheart or baby, whenever princess leaves his lips, you know he wants something from you. kai, who is admittedly quite insecure. he’s scared he’ll be abandoned by you, just like he’d been left by so many others who viewed him differently due to the persona he puts on online. but because of this, it just means he cherishes what you give him more than anything. he wants you to be able to touch those negative emotions inside of him, and see what really lies within his heart, not what he puts on the internet or around others.

wolfgang, who leaves encouraging little sticky notes around your desk when spending time away from you. reminders to take care of yourself, reminders that he loves you and wishes he were with you, etc. wolfgang, who gently takes care of you whenever given the opportunity. brushing your hair in the morning, making you coffee, assisting you in filling out paperwork, you name it. despite being such a busy man, he works hard to make sure he’s around for you. wolfgang, who despite appearing so cool headed, is such a jealous boy. the type to watch you talk to someone from behind and give them a disgustingly stern glare, but the moment you turn to face him, hes smiling sweetly in your direction. the type to wrap his arms around you and get all close and mushy in order to scare off someone else eyeing you. wolfgang, who invites you out on the sweetest dates ever. picnics under the warm, dimly lit night sky, only the stars witnessing the two of you giggling away and laying together. or, a romantic date at a a fancy restaurant, where the two of you dress elegantly, yet he can’t take his eyes off of you. his mind too caught onto the gorgeous attire tight against your body, too lost in how gorgeous you look whilst speaking to him. wolfgang, who spoils you with luxurious items. anything you want? you’ll get it. he doesn’t mind what you wear, whether or not you like cute or cheap things. what does matter though, is if you want something. and if you want something, you’ll get it.

desmond, who is so smooth with his words, you could die. the way he speaks to you in such a soft and caring tone. the way he goes along willingly with whatever you say, because admittedly, what makes you happy makes him happy. the way he speaks about you in such an endearing way to others. others may be embarrassed when speaking of or sharing about someone they love, but desmond expresses the way he feels for you without hesitation. desmond, who teaches you little quirks about his ultimate. little things that could be useful for protecting you, or just things he finds neat and wants to share with you. desmond, who is perfect for a clumsy you. about to trip? hes already grabbed you, hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back up onto your feet. about to spill something? hes grabbed the glass, preventing it. his quick reflexes are almost scary.

mark, who loves to kiss a certain part of you. your hands, your nose, silly yet specific places which just make him feel warm. mark, who gets embarrassed about the way he thinks about you. who will be listening to you rambling like usual, yet turn his head out of no where, muttering to himself like a flustered mess. mark, who has an attitude which is no joke. it doesn’t come off as a surprise, but the way he rolls his eyes and grumbles makes it much easier to decipher when he’s displeased or irritated. but to him, you’re a soft spot which can always manage to cheer him up. your silence yet presence close to his serves as a type of battery for him. mark, who is constantly sharing songs that he likes to you. new songs hes found that remind him of you, a song hes been listening to a lot recently, or even just songs hes worked on. he wants you to enjoy what he does.

@ feinyan

[wilhelminyard]

part 2 of the foxes insulting people to their face without giving a single fuck :

WYMACK :

"I'm not here to offer you kind words and pats on the back"

"some people are just hardwired to be stupid"

"neil is a walking tragedy" "you're a pretty pathetic sob story yourself"

NEIL :

"you make me uncomfortable because you don't make sense. I don't understand you"

"I can't stand you"

"I'm remembering why I don't like you"

"what I'd like is to put this phone through your teeth"

"you know, I get it. being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you're worth a damn off the court - yeah, sounds rough. kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time. I know it's not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these delusions of grandeur, and I know you're physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like evey other normal human being can, but I don't think any of us should have to put up with this much of your bullshit. pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. so please, please, just shut the fuck up and leave us alone."

"do you understand?" "yeah I understand you're a complete asshole"

"I can give you my number" "what for? [...] I wouldn't call you"

"you're not part of that family, remember? you're the cast-off"

"you are all insane"

"you are one seriously fucked-up individual"

ANDREW :

"kevin, kevin. so predictable. so pathetic."

"maybe he is afraid she'll die on him like the last woman he really loved"

"newsflash nicky: neil isn't normal" "this is beyond abnormal" "I am standing right here and I can hear you"

"you have this way of making people want to kill you"

"who am I supposed to call?" "nicky, coach, the suicide hotline, I don't care"

"you could occasionally grow a spine. I know it's a difficult concept for someone whose kneejerk reaction is to run away at the first sight of trouble, but try it sometime. you might actually like it."

"you don't have any room to judge other people's problems"

"sometimes you're interesting enough to keep around. other times you're so astoundingly stupid I can barely stand the sight of you"

"sometimes I forget you are sharper than you look"

"you and I both know you have a dreadful sense of humor so this can't be a joke"

KEVIN :

"hear that kevin? your sub said you're incompetent" "his opinion doesn't matter to me"

"you are a fucking idiot"

MATT :

"one day I want you to look up 'insensitivity' in the dictionary I'm sure it'll do your ego wonders to see your picture printed there beside it"

"would it kill you to smile when no one's paying you to?"

"no one wants you here"

AARON :

"I'm going to pretend I don't know you"

"we don't socialize with you"

DAN :

"we would make a drinking game out of it but we don't want to die of alcohol poisoning" "yeah that'd be a shame"

"I have serious concerns about your academic standings"

"hope you feel that one for a while you lowlife asshole"

NICKY :

"we all know kevin's as bratty as they come"

"*points at kevin* there's a sucker born every minute"

"shut up, sour face. save your grouching for the ride back and stop spoilinh our moment of glory"

"you can be a real jerk sometimes"

[sturnswrites]

fragments of us - pt.1

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

⤳ you and chris get in a car accident not only testing your relationship but also your memory…

⤳ car accident, angst, sadness, memory loss, hospital

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The highway stretched before them, a ribbon of asphalt illuminated by the car’s dim headlights. Rain pattered against the windshield, a quiet rhythm that did little to quell the storm brewing inside the car.

“Why do you always do this?” your voice cracked as you threw your hands up, frustration and hurt lacing your words.

Chris’s jaw tightened, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. “Do what, Y/N? Tell me, because apparently, I’m just the worst, right?”

“You shut me out!” you snapped, your tone sharp but trembling. “I’m here, Chris. I’m trying to be here for you, but you act like it’s some kind of weakness to let me in.”

Chris exhaled harshly, his gaze fixed on the rain-slicked road. “It’s not about shutting you out. I just don’t think every little thing needs to be turned into some huge conversation. Not everything is a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” your voice cracked, the raw emotion in your tone cutting through the tension. “God, do you even hear yourself? You think me wanting to understand you, wanting to know what’s going on in your head, is me making a big deal out of nothing?”

He finally turned to glance at you, his face a mixture of frustration and regret. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?” you challenged, your eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Because all I hear is you making excuses to avoid being vulnerable. You think I don’t see how hard it is for you to let people in? I get it, Chris, but you can’t keep pushing me away like this.”

“I’m not pushing you away!” he snapped, his voice louder than he intended. The words echoed in the confined space, leaving a charged silence in your wake.

“Yes, you are,” you whispered, your voice barely audible now. “And I’m so tired of fighting for a place in your life when it feels like you don’t even want me there.”

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. The road ahead blurred as his mind raced, trying to process your accusations and his own inability to counter them. His heart was pounding, not just from the argument but from the creeping realization that maybe you weren't entirely wrong.

It all happened in an instant.

The headlights of an oncoming car veered slightly into their lane. Chris’s eyes snapped back to the road, and he swerved to avoid it, the tires screeching against the asphalt. ““Chris, look out!” you screamed, your voice piercing through the night. 

His instincts kicked in as he jerked the wheel to the right, the car skidding on the slick pavement. Time seemed to slow as you spun out of control, the world a blur of rain and headlights. The screech of tires, the crunch of metal, the shattering of glass—all of it collided into chaos.

Your scream was cut off abruptly. And then there was nothing.

-

Chris’s eyes fluttered open to the blinding brightness of hospital lights. His head throbbed, his body aching with a dull, relentless pain. He blinked, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

“Chris,” a familiar voice called softly, breaking through the haze.

He turned his head to see Matt sitting beside him, his face pale and etched with worry. “Hey, you’re awake,” Matt said, his tone gentle but strained.

Chris tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his ribs forced him back down with a grimace. “What… what happened?” he croaked, his throat dry and raw.

Matt hesitated, his expression torn. “You were in an accident. The car flipped. You’ve got a few bruised ribs, but you’re okay. That’s what matters.”

Chris’s eyes widened as the memories came flooding back. The rain, the headlights, your scream—“Y/N,” he gasped, panic seizing him. “Where is she? Is she okay?”

Matt placed a firm hand on Chris’s shoulder, trying to steady him. “Chris, listen to me—”

“Where is she?” Chris demanded, his voice rising. He pushed Matt’s hand away, his heart pounding. “Is she okay? I need to see her!”

“She’s alive,” Matt said quickly, his voice breaking slightly. “But, Chris… she hit her head. She’s hurt. They’re running tests to see the extent of it.”

Chris’s stomach dropped. “I need to see her,” he said again, his voice trembling.

“They’re not letting anyone in yet,” Matt explained, his tone heavy with sympathy. “She’s stable, but they need to monitor her.”

“I don’t care,” Chris said, his voice cracking. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the searing pain in his chest. “Take me to her, Matt. Please.”

Matt sighed, his hand tightening on Chris’s shoulder. “Chris, you can barely stand. You need to let the doctors do their job.”

Chris’s eyes filled with tears, his hands trembling. “I was driving,” he whispered, the weight of the guilt crashing over him. “This is my fault.”

Matt knelt beside him, his voice firm but kind. “It was an accident, Chris. You didn’t do this on purpose. Stop blaming yourself.”

But Chris couldn’t hear him. The image of your terrified face as the car spun out replayed in his mind, a haunting loop he couldn’t escape.

-

When the doctors finally allowed him into your room, Chris’s heart broke all over again. You lay motionless on the hospital bed, your head wrapped in bandages, your face pale and bruised.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice shaking as he stepped closer.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice, unfocused at first. Chris held his breath, waiting for recognition to dawn in your gaze.

But it didn’t.

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice weak and disoriented.

Chris froze, his heart plummeting. “It’s me,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “Chris. It’s Chris.”

Your brows furrowed, confusion clouding your features. “I don’t… I don’t know you,” you said, your voice trembling.

The words hit him like a physical blow, knocking the air out of his lungs. He stepped back, his hands shaking.

The doctor stepped in, his tone clinical and detached as he explained, “She’s suffered memory loss due to the trauma. It’s not uncommon in cases like this. Some memories may return, but it’s uncertain how much.”

Chris barely heard him. His eyes were locked on you, who stared at him with a mix of fear and confusion. The love that once shone in your eyes were gone, replaced by emptiness.

“I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris turned away, his chest heaving as he fought back tears. The weight of his guilt was suffocating, the realization that he had lost you—not just to the accident, but to the void in your mind—crushing him.

And as he stood there, watching you, the woman he loved slip further away, he silently vowed to do whatever it took to bring you back to him.

-

The doctors explained it clinically, their words detached and matter-of-fact. “The traumatic brain injury has caused significant memory loss,” they said. “It’s not uncommon for patients to forget certain people or events, especially those tied to recent memories. There’s a chance some of her memories could return with time, but there are no guarantees.”

Chris barely heard them. The words swirled around him, meaningless against the pounding in his head.

He sat in the hospital chair, staring at your sleeping form, his chest heavy with guilt. He replayed the argument in his mind—the things he said, the things he didn’t say. If he hadn’t been so distracted, if he’d just kept his eyes on the road, if he’d been paying attention…

Matt and Nick arrived not long after, their faces pale and drawn. Matt crouched beside Chris, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” he said gently. “This isn’t your fault.”

Chris shook his head, his eyes fixed on you. “It is,” he said quietly. “I was driving. I should’ve been paying attention. She was upset, and I didn’t…” His voice cracked, and he looked away, swallowing hard.

Nick knelt on his other side, his voice firm but kind. “Chris, you didn’t cause this. It was an accident.”

Chris didn’t respond. The weight of his guilt was suffocating, pressing down on him like a physical force. He couldn’t shake the image of you looking at him with confusion and fear, couldn’t stop hearing your voice saying, “Who are you?”

And for the first time in a long time, Chris felt completely, utterly helpless.

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I wrote this idea before chris got his license just ironic timing

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@mattsdillon @hesvoid3434 @admeliora94 

[russellbby]

There's always pressure😣 Part 2

paring: charles leclerc x sister!f2 driver!reader, arthur leclerc x sister!f2 driver!reader

in which: the pressure of being the youngest Leclerc siblings keeps increasing..

requested: yes, by @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3

Part 1 Part 3 (coming soon)

twitter

//

Y/n sighed as she looked over Twitter, she knew that it would reach her mother who had been looking for her, it didn’t take long as her phone pinned again.

Maman❤️

You sneaked into the Mercedes garage?

This is disrespectful from you Y/n.

I mean it this time, get back to Ferrari now.

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“You should probably go back, sweetheart. You don’t want to upset your mother anymore” Susie told her softly.

“Well, the damage has already been done so..” Y/n mumbled as she stood up.

“Keep off twitter kiddo, nothing nice comes from it and I know you too well to know you have been reading stuff” Lewis added.

“Know me too well Lew, anyways see you guys soon” Y/n said before leaving the Mercedes hospitality.

Toto, Susie and Lewis watched Y/n making her way towards Ferrari, trying to avoid cameras and reporters who wanted to know why she wasn’t with her family in Ferrari.

“She would be a perfect replacement for you” Toto said looking at Lewis, who only smiled.

//

“Y/n!” Pascale called as she seen her enter the Ferrari hospitality. “Hey maman,” Y/n mumbled before sitting down trying to avoid the glares from her and her brothers.

“Ferrari not good enough for you, sœur?” Arthur asked.

“I did watch you both,” Y/n replied.

“But you weren’t there when we got out the car, instead you were too busy talking to Lewis in Mercedes” Charles added.

“C’mon Y/n, we wanted the whole family together and you ruined it on not being there” Lorenzo told her.

Y/n made eye contact with Charlotte, Alex and Jade who gave her faint smiles before she looked down and started to fiddle with her fingers.

“If you were apart of Ferrari, maybe you could have had a chance like Arthur today” Pascale told her which made Y/n look up at her.

“I’m with Mercedes and I ain’t changing my mind, it’s my career you can’t control that” Y/n snapped, making her brothers look at her with widen eyes.

“Hey, don’t talk like that with maman!” Charles warned.

“But she isn’t wrong, Mercedes chose Kimi over you today and most likely for their second seat next year too” Arthur told her, which made Y/n feel her heart drop hearing her own brother say stuff like that.

“Arthur, too far.” Lorenzo replied.

“What? I’m not wrong, am I? She should of won the F2 championship weeks ago but it’s gone down to the final race and she might not even win it” Arthur added.

“F*ck off Arthur,” Y/n snapped.

“Y/n, don’t spea—

“No maman! I’ve had enough of you all! Do any of you know how badly I’ve felt today? No, because all you have cared about is the history Charles and Arthur has achieved today! You all have pushed me aside and didn’t even realise I wasn’t even in the garage until someone posted it on Twitter! All I have dealt with today is being compared to Charles and Arthur, how I should be on the same level as them as I’m a ‘Leclerc’, do any of you know how much pressure I have on my back?

People saying why I haven’t joined Ferrari as it runs in the family, I choose Mercedes to be different and to try create my own name in the sport, I’m sorry it’s offended you so much Arthur. Also, sorry I haven’t won the F2 championship already but why even comment about that Arthur as you haven’t even won it and got dropped!

Now, I’m leaving so please leave me alone and just think about I’m apart of this family too, even that may be surprising for some of you!”

The Leclerc family instantly feeling guilty when they watched the youngest leaving the hospitality with tears running down her face.

//

“Breathe kiddo,” Carlos said softly as he had his arms around the young girl and was in an excluded area of the paddock.

“I can’t do this anymore, Carlos” Y/n cried as she wiped her tears.

“Hey! None of that talk, you can’t give up now, you have already achieved so much” Lewis said as she joined the pair.

“But what’s the point anymore?” Y/n mumbled.

“Being named a F2 champion, is a good point to keep going” Lando said as he appeared out of nowhere.

“Listen to the muppet, but seriously you can’t give up now Y/n and I’m proud of the way you stood up towards your family” Carlos told her.

“C’mon, let’s take you back to Mercedes while Carlos and Lando can talk to your brothers” Lewis said giving a look over to the two other drivers who nodded.

While Lewis and Y/n made their back to Ferrari, Carlos told Lando what he heard the Leclerc family saying to Y/n. Soon enough they found Charles and Arthur.

//

“What is wrong with you both, seriously! She’s your little sister and you say that stuff to her? Your family are the only people who haven’t realised just how much she’s been struggling and says it all!” Carlos exclaimed as the kept quiet.

“Not saying anything says it all,I wasn’t even there but what Carlos had filled me in with, it tells me that you guys just took it too far” Lando added.

“We’re sorry alright? We all feel guilty, I didn’t think she was feeling this bad” Charles said.

“I was just angry that she wasn’t there when I got out the car today, it would of been amazing to celebrate that moment with her she knows how much it meant to me” Arthur mumbled.

“She is proud of you both, her face lit up when she seen you both on the track together. However, it’s gets too much for her sometimes as she knew from that moment the increasing pressure she would have on her to preform this weekend” Carlos told them.

“Just leave her alone for a bit, she’s going to be with in Mercedes. But you both and whole family need to talk to her before she races this weekend” Lewis said as she approached the four of them.

“We will,” both Leclerc brothers replied.

//

Part 3 is in the making! :)

[gothsoyl]

┊┊┊⁺ ⁺ DECEMBER CHALLENGE

"A treatment" +18

lenny busker x reader

word count: 1,3k

summary: you're in a mental hospital because of your anxiety and panic attacks. she's your... you don't know how to call her. maybe she's your buddy here since she was the first who offered you some kind of comfort. she lets you take her dessert and listen to music in her headphones.

to be honest, you didn't see any point in going to a psychiatric hospital. you were just a little anxious... just a couple of panic attacks a month. that's not a cause for concern, is it? for a while, you really thought that's what most people face.

it wasn't until things got worse that you finally listened to your psychiatrist's persuasions. he said it would be better this way. he said they'd help you there. and you agreed.

but did you have any other choice? your anxiety didn't really allow you to work, and you were afraid to go outside for fear of another panic attack. not to mention that you were also afraid to be at home, because if you had a panic attack, you would be left alone.

everything was strange in the psychiatric hospital – there were strange people here, even those who were treated here laughed at. and you felt sorry for them, even though you couldn't help them.

one of the first days, you were sitting in the cafeteria for lunch. a man in a wheelchair is sitting in front of you, viscous saliva is flowing from his mouth, and no matter how disgusting this sight might be, you couldn't bring yourself to tear your eyes away and start eating.

and, let’s just say, you didn't have much appetite after that.

“oh my God.”

you flinch when you suddenly hear a woman's voice next to you. you didn't even notice how she sat next to you.

“what do you think he ate that makes his saliva so viscous?”

you swallow nervously and look first at the man and then at the woman next to you. she's tapping out a strange rhythm with her fingers on the cassette player and looking at you with a strange twinkle in her eyes, and everything inside you is sinking with panic.

and what should you tell her? you don't want to seem weird or anything... but is it weird at all to try to look normal in a psychiatric hospital? 

“I don't know...” you finally shrug and look at the cherry pie on the table. for some reason, you feel strangely embarrassed next to her, and the man opposite has long since left your thoughts.

“are you going to finish eating, or should I continue talking about his saliva?” the girl puts her hand on the table and supports her cheek with it, looking at you at the same time so attentively and so indifferently.

you're about to nod, but you glance at her headphones and cassette player.

“if you let me listen to music,” a slight smile touches your lips and the girl opposite laughs loudly and pretentiously, and you already think that you have said too much. but the she finally calms down and takes off her headphones, putting them on the table along with the player. you chuckle and slide her a plate with a piece of pie, concluding your agreement.

***

lenny busker.

you learned her name after a couple of weeks of your communication. for some reason, every time you asked what her name was, she changed the subject, or told you to call her whatever you wanted. 

It pissed you off, but you didn't really argue. you loved her company after all.

she was funny and constantly calmed you down when you had a panic attack – she just sat next to you and when you felt a little better, she gave you her headphones and turned on some old song that you hadn't heard in a hundred years.

you felt better with her. It's like everything was really okay with you, even if you're both not quite “normal.”

***

one night you woke up to the creaking of your own bed. you immediately tensed up, feeling a sudden wave of anxiety, and tried to get up to see what was going on, but immediately felt someone's hand on your shoulder and a quiet, familiar whisper, “shh... it's just me.”

you immediately freeze, not knowing what to do or how to behave.

“what are you doing here?” you ask quietly as she did and want to look at her, but she squeezes your shoulder harder, not allowing you to turn around. your throat gets dry and you don't even know what's going on. so many bad thoughts fill your head, but you try to get rid of them, telling yourself that lenny would never hurt you.

you lick your lower lip when her free hand wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to her. her hot body is pressed against your back and she leans so close that you can feel her breath on your skin.

“I just decided to check if you were okay,” her voice is saturated with playfulness and she gently bites your earlobe, making you shudder unconsciously. 

“I'm fine,” you say, and your whole face starts to burn red with shame and excitement. you're not entirely sure that your psychiatrist was talking about it when he sent you to a mental institution.

“I see,” lenny hums, and her lips slowly slide over your neck, leaving wet kisses, “just relax and we'll start the treatment.”

you can feel your body slowly starting to relax under lenny's gentle and assertive touches, even if your brain is still sounding the alarm. you're used to it – your brain is always on alert and afraid of everything, even if it's something minor or something you've done a hundred times before. It pisses you off. you're tired, so you don't resist.

you'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about what it would be like to kiss lenny. you're lying if you say you don't want her at a time when you can literally feel her heartbeat.

you close your eyes and try to push away the annoying thoughts. a sigh escapes your lips when lenny's fingers get under your t-shirt, scratching the delicate skin with her nails and squeezing your breast until it aches pleasantly. her lips are still exploring your neck, leaving barely noticeable hickeys and biting in some places only to run her tongue later.

your body shudders as she slowly pulls off your panties and the cool air touches your bare skin. lenny just grunts and nuzzles your hair at the back of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“I could do this for days on end...”

she laughs low, her fingers moving between your folds, collecting all the moisture, and you just bite your lip, trying not to moan at her every touch. you'd like to answer her, but you're afraid it might be louder than you planned. and the last thing you want is for the paramedics to come running at the noise and find you like this.

“come on...” you squeeze out such weak words, but it's enough for lenny, who slowly begins to insert her fingers into you, teasing and not letting you fully feel her. you move your hips, trying to speed up the process, but she doesn't let you – she presses you to the bed with her free hand and continues to tease. her movements are slow and measured, and you're one second away from begging her. 

“please, lenny...” you whimper, burying your face in the pillow, your own fingers grab the blanket out of desperation, and only then do you begin to feel the brutal thrusts. lenny whispers something in your ear, but you can't make out what it is.

you feel too good at this moment and you don't have a single thought in your head. just lenny's fingers, stretching you from the inside out, forcing you to grab the pillow with your teeth just to keep from moaning.

the bed starts to creak even more, and you move your hips towards it, before your walls contract for the last time, hugging lenny's fingers and your body begins to tremble from orgasm. you're breathing fast and hard, and your legs are still shaking from everything that happened, even after lenny pulls his fingers out of you with a wet sound.

she doesn't press you to the bed anymore, but even so, you can't turn to her – the treatment went so well that you no longer have the strength.

only for the second session.

[ferrari55lover]

The need for speed and the need for You

WARNINGS: Fluff, Smut, Alcohol use MINORS DNI

Max and you have been best friends since you were 12 and he was 13, you had meet max because his mom and yours had become friends. Now you were 26 and he was 27, max had followed his dreams and become a formula one champion and you followed yours and became an artist.

Today your art was being shown at a gallery, You were standing in front of one of your painting with a glass of champagne glass in hand staring at your painting over analyzing it when you suddenly feel a warm hand on your shoulder you flinch a little in surprise and you hear them laugh a laugh that you could recognize anywhere it was max, then he speaks " i was looking for you" he says in a soft tone "Why?" you reply witch makes him laugh a little and say "Because you are the woman of the hour duh, just look at all the people that came to see your work" in a kind and soft voice you smile and say "that's very kind of you max" hearing this max smiles widely and says "there's no need to thank me its true.... You know i think i finally decided witch one of your paintings is my favorite" you laugh and say "really which one?" then max reply's "The one of the girl in the rain" you smile and say "That's my favorite too, but its nobody seems to like it enough to buy it" hearing this max's smile falters and he says "That's stupid its beautiful.... You know what I'll buy it" you hear this and look at max with a mix of surprise and confusion on your face "what do you mean you'll buy it?, You cant be serious" max smirks and says "I've never been more serious in my life, come on just let me.. I want to support my favorite artist" you smile and say "you really don't need to buy it ill paint you whatever you want for free, you support me enough" max then reply's "Fine, fine i wont buy it" max then pulls his hand off your shoulder and walks away you continue to stare at your painting for a few more minutes before you decide to go walk around the gallery for a bit max notices this and realizes that now is his only chance to go and buy the painting without you knowing, so he does it he buys the painting and watches as the gallery manager puts a red dot by the painting showing that it has been sold. Max smiles looks around then decides that its time for him to go back to his place.

*Later that night after the art gallery event is over*

After the art gallery event you go home and decide to call max to let him know that somebody finally had bought the painting. the phone rings for a few moments and then max picks up with a "Hey you, what are you doin" you smile and say "nothing really i just thought that i should call you to tell you that somebody finally bought that painting" max smiles knowing that you have no idea he's the one who bought it and, then he speaks "Oh really, well congrats you deserve it Y/N, I'm proud of you" you smile and say "Thank you Max" hearing you say his name max smiles widely, a warm fuzzy feeling creeping in on him "hey i was actually wondering if maybe you would like to go to dinner with me sometime soon" he says his tone sounding slightly nervous "Max are you trying to ask me out on a date" you say slightly surprised but sought of happy, Max then says "Maybe.... is that okay?" his tone nervous but kind "Yes Max that's okay, And yes ill go to dinner with you" Max smile and says "Great Does tomorrow work for you" you smile and say "yes" "Great ill pick you up at 7" max replys, you smile widely and say "ill look forward to it"

*The next day*

Its about 6:30 and your sitting at the vanity in your bedroom getting ready for your date with max thinking of all the ways that this could go amazing or could go terribly wrong, but mostly your thinking about how amazing max looks in a suit. some time goes by and Max's car pulls up Infront of your townhouse, he gets out of the car and walks up the steps to the front door. Max knocks on the door, and you hurry to answer it. As you open the door, you find Max standing there in a tailored Armani suit, looking dapper as ever. He smiles as he lays eyes on you, taking in your beauty. "Wow," Max says, his eyes roaming over you. "You look absolutely stunning tonight." you blush at his compliment, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves. "Thank you," you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. "You look pretty good yourself." Max's smile widens at your compliment, clearly enjoying the attention. He takes a step closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. "are you ready to go?" he asks, offering you his arm. "yes" you reply taking his arm as he leads you too his car. a little while later you pull up to the restaurant which fancy and romantic but most of all expensive.

Max gets out of the car first and comes around to the passenger side to open the door for you. He offers you his hand as you step out of the car, and you can feel the anticipation building in the air. Max is clearly feeling nervous and excited, as you are, and the tension between the two of you is palpable. As you walk towards the entrance of the restaurant, Max keeps a protective arm around you, making sure you are comfortable and safe. The atmosphere inside the restaurant is just as posh and elegant as the exterior, with soft lighting and soft music playing in the background.

As you follow the host to your table, Max glances at you, admiring your outfit and the way the light drapes over your figure. You can feel his gaze on you, and it only makes your heart beat faster. Once you reach your table, Max pulls out your chair for you and waits for you to sit down before taking his own seat across from you. "who knew you were such a gentleman" you say with a smile which makes Max smile and laugh then he says "of course im a gentleman especially when it comes to you"

Max smiles warmly at, his eyes never leaving yours. The waiter comes over and takes your drink orders, and you both opt for a bottle of expensive red wine. As you wait for your drink, Max leans back in his chair, a small smirk on his lips. "So, I have a question for you," he says, his voice low and smooth. You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" you ask, leaning in slightly. Max pauses dramatically, drawing out the anticipation before finally speaking. "If you could paint any place in the world, where would you choose?" he asks "Hmm i want to paint from a balcony in Paris during the sunset". Max smiles at your answer, clearly intrigued by your choice of location. "Paris at sunset, huh? Can't get much more romantic than that," he says with a smirk. The waiter interrupts, returning with the bottle of red wine. Max pours two glasses, expertly swirling the wine before handing one to you. The dim lighting casts a warm glow over your faces as you both take a sip. Max leans forward, his elbows on the table, as he studies you. "You know," he says, his voice soft, "I always thought that you were at your most beautiful when you're painting. The way you focus, the way your eyes light up when you find the perfect shade, it's mesmerizing." i laugh and say "Hey finding the perfect shade is much harder than it seems" Max laughs heartily, clearly enjoying the banter. "I'll have to take your word for it," he grins. "But I have no doubt that you're a master at what you do." The conversation continues, flowing effortlessly between lighthearted banter and comfortable silences. Max's eyes never leave yours, and you can feel the chemistry between the two of you building with each passing moment.

*after your date with max, he drives you home and walks you to your front door*

Max walks you up to your front door, the air thick with anticipation. You can feel your heart racing as you both stand there in front of your townhouse, neither of you speaking. Max finally breaks the silence, his voice low and soft. "I had a great time tonight," he says, his gaze locked on you. You smile, trying to hide how nervous and excited you feel. "Me too," you reply, leaning against the doorframe. Max walks you up to your front door, the air thick with anticipation. You can feel your heart racing as you both stand there in front of your townhouse, neither of you speaking. Max finally breaks the silence, his voice low and soft. "I had a great time tonight," he says, his gaze locked on you. You smile, trying to hide how nervous and excited you feel. "Me too," you reply, leaning against the doorframe.

Max steps closer to you, the gap between you becoming smaller and smaller. He studies you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle and electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. Max's hand lingers on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. He takes a step closer, his body now just a few inches away from yours. You can feel the heat emanating from him, and the scent of his cologne is enticing. "Do you uh... do you wanna come in" you say nervously, Max smiles and nods you then open the door and lead him inside with you

Max follows you into your townhouse, his eyes taking in the cozy and inviting space. He looks around, noticing the art that decorates the walls, the small details that make the place feel like home. He turns to you, a soft smile on his face. "It's nice in here," Max says, "It feels like you." you smile and lead him further into the town house past a few closed doors and one open one.... your art room Max glances into the open doorway of your art room, taking in the space filled with an assortment of art supplies, half-finished paintings, and a small easel. He smiles as he sees the familiar sight, reminiscent of the countless times he's watched you work on your art. You turn and see Max peeking into the room, a nostalgic smirk forming on his lips. "excuse me max, are you trying to peek at my paintings, nobody gets to see those until there finished" Max laughs and raises his hands in mock surrender. "What? Me? Never," he replies, a playful grin on his face. "I was just admiring your space, it's the same way it's always been. It brings back memories." You roll your eyes and smile, playfully swatting his arm. "You're such a snoop," you tease, crossing your arms over your chest. You close the art room door and lead max to the living room and sit down on the couch. Max takes a seat next to you on the couch, the atmosphere between you both still charged with tension and anticipation. As you sit side by side, your shoulders brush against each other, sending another shiver down your spine. Max turns to you, his gaze intense and focused. He leans in closer, bridging the small gap between you on the couch.

Max stares at you for a moment, his eyes locked on yours. He takes a deep breath and says, "I need to tell you something." You can feel your heart skip a beat, anticipation coursing through your veins. Max looks nervous, but determined. "okay.. you know you can tell me anything" you say slightly nervous of what he's about to tell you

Max smiles at the sound of your words, clearly appreciating your supportive tone. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again. "I know," he says, his voice soft. "That's why I know I can tell you this." He takes another deep breath, collecting his thoughts. "Y/N, I… I have feelings for you." The words hang in the air for a moment, the weight of Max's confession evident in the room. Your eyes widen slightly, surprised by his admission. You had had a feeling that there was something more between the two of you, but hearing him say it aloud is another thing entirely. "Max…" you breathe, your voice shaky with emotion.

Then without thinking you kiss him. Max is caught off guard by the sudden kiss, but he quickly responds, his lips meeting yours in a passionate and intense kiss. His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepens. Max's kiss is fierce and hungry, as if he's been holding back for far too long.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "God," he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours. "I've been wanting to do that for so long." you laugh and say "oh really" this makes max grin and say "what you don't believe me?" hearing this you laugh and kiss him again except this time it turns into something more intense, their lips moving together in a slow sensual dance, Max's hands start to wander on her hips as they continue to kiss, eventually they wind up lying down on the couch with max between her thighs still kissing, Max slowly pulls away and asks "Are you sure about this" you nod and say "yes" then max slowly picks you up and carries you to your bedroom he gently puts you down on the bed and crawls on top of you and kisses you again, then your hands start to wander under his shirt pulling it higher and higher up eventually max breaks the kiss and removes his shirt and after that yours goes too eventually they both find themselves in their underwear max above her kissing her collarbone. slowly he works his way up and eventually pulls away to look down at her and says "Are you sure you want this" he asks her she looks at him and says "im sure Max" hearing this Max grins and slowly removes her bra , you move your hands lower and lower on his body slowly getting to the waistband of his boxers max notices this and it just makes him want you more Max's lips find your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone and further down to your chest. He can feel your heart racing beneath his touch, which only fuels his desire for you. His hand slowly moves down your side, tracing the contour of your body until it reaches the edge of your panties. He looks up at you, his eyes darkened with desire, silently asking for permission. you nod, giving him the okay to continue. With a slight smile, Max tugs the fabric down your hips, revealing more of your skin to him. Max's lips move back up to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he kisses his way up to your ear. He whispers huskily, "You're so beautiful." He can feel the heat radiating off of you, the electricity in the air between you growing stronger with every passing moment. His body presses against yours, his skin warm and smooth as it connects with yours. He takes a moment to savor the feel of you, his hands roaming over your body, memorizing every curve and contour. eventually you get max's boxers off and he lines himself up at your entrance and says "are you ready" you nod desperately and he thrusts himself into you with a groan feeling him inside of you causes you to moan. Max starts to kiss your collar bone again as he fucks you, You slowly feel yourself unwinding and becoming a moaning mess under his touch. Max continues to roll his hips against yours as he fucks you, And you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Max continues to thrust into you and you whimper and say "Max.. im close" he groans and says "Me too.." He then thrusts into you again and again as you both release, The air filled with both of your moans and groans. eventually you find yourselves lying with your limbs intertwined staring into each others eyes slowly drifting of too sleep.

[benjamin-benny-ben]

Personal opinion? Octavia DOESN’T have to forgive Stolas, contrary to what I’ve seen people saying.

Hear me out. I love them both, truly, but as a person who was put in a similar position to Octavia as a child (Dad cheated on my mom, A LOT, they divorced and my dad proceeded to basically ignore me and focus on his new family) I don’t think she has to forgive him immediately (or ever!!!!!). Obviously what I went through is very different. But she’s allowed to be pissed and feel abandoned cause she WAS. Even if Stolas IS trying to contact her, see her, etc. She’s allowed to be angry.

He by definition did leave her for his lover. Yes, it was a split decision because he had to think fast and Blitzø was about to be executed for using STOLAS’S GRIMOIRE THAT HE ALLOWED I.M.P. TO USE KNOWING IT WAS ILLEGAL. Stolas is NOT an “innocent precious baby” like some of yall make him out to be. He’s also flawed, and that’s why I like his character.

Yes, Stolas was abused and neglected as a child and in his marriage, but so was Octavia. She was raised in an extremely toxic household with an abusive mother, parents yelling at each other and one of them THROWING SHIT at the other. Even if Stolas didn’t abuse (well, hit her. He still neglected her, even if he didn’t mean to) himself, she was raised in an extremely toxic environment. She was ALSO neglected at points and Stolas just wouldn’t listen to her. Of course she’s going to be mad when her father seemingly abandoned her for his bf and leaves her with

I think if they sat down and Stolas explained everything to her, she’d maybe understand more. But that still doesn’t mean he DESERVES her forgiveness.

It’s a flawed show, everyone is flawed, it’s Hell. But I think Octavia has a reason to not want to speak to him and I think if she never spoke to him again, it’d be justified.

[puppyeared]

I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-

Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])

Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!

Hope this is to your liking ^^

Part one here

[gingerswagfreckles]

Hey everything is getting so crazy and infuriating so I'm making a lot of posts about gentile antisemitism and I just wanted to say that to my like 5 or 6 gentile followers who actually reblog this stuff despite the inevitable backlash and ostracization that comes with being associated with Jews nowadays, I see it and I really really really REALLY appreciate it. Beyond what I can really articulate.

[ennard-is-near]

“I know it was an accident” (from the SL secret night) get slept on so hard. I think about that line every day and I’ve never seen anyone else talk about it.

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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