#Incident Management Strategies

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[historyofguns]

The article "Ayoob: Post-Shooting Trauma Realities" by Massad Ayoob, featured on The Armory Life website, addresses the psychological and social impact of post-shooting trauma for those involved in lawful self-defense incidents. Ayoob, a seasoned firearms expert and educator, dispels myths surrounding post-shooting trauma, emphasizing that the emotional aftermath is often related to societal reactions rather than personal guilt. Key symptoms such as sleep disturbances and the "Mark of Cain Syndrome," where individuals are treated differently post-incident, are discussed. Ayoob stresses the importance of psychological support and seeking therapists who understand the unique challenges faced by firearm carriers. He advises joining supportive organizations to mitigate legal expenses and reduce anxiety. Ultimately, the article underscores the importance of preparation for potential negative consequences following a justified use of deadly force.

[norrisainz33]

enemies to... || mv33

summary: y/n and max are longtime rivals and former friends who find themselves colliding on track in spain and being forced to confront the feelings they've both been burying

pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader

fc & warnings: none and angsty, bad language, suggestive if you squint

requested: nope just inspired by spain

masterlist | pt. 2

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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f1: following an on track incident with mercedes driver, y/n y/l/n, max verstappen has dropped to p10 with a 10-second penalty.

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user1: DESERVED!!!!

user2: should've been more than 10 second penalty are you kidding

user3: nah max did nothing wrong

user4: max needs to leave y/n alone i'm so serious

user5: these two are always fighting

user6: i stand with my cancelled wife (max)

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you took a deep breath as you shut off the engine, your hands still trembling as you pulled the wheel out of its place and put it on the car. you had just spent the last five laps screaming over the radio, accusing max of deliberately turning in on you after he’d been instructed to give the position back. the contact had nearly put you both out of the race but somehow you’d limped over the line and managed to finish 4th despite the damage you sustained.

a forceful tap against your helmet broke through your thoughts and you looked up to find george standing at the side of your car. he offered his hand, no words, just calm eyes and quiet support. you hesitated for a moment, the tension in your shoulders refusing to ease but eventually took it. his grip was firm and grounding as he helped you out of the car.

“i heard what happened,” he said quietly once your feet hit the tarmac.

you ripped your gloves off, jaw clenched, gaze locked across the parc ferme where max’s red bull was being wheeled back into the garage.

"yeah," you snapped, pulling your helmet off your head. "and this won't be the last you hear of it either."

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f1: two very different takes following the incident involving these two rivals in spain 🫢

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user1: y/n is handling this so much more gracefully than i would’ve

user2: i’d give anything to be a fly on the wall for when these two inevitably run into each other in the paddock

user3: max doesnt need to say anything! he did nothing wrong!

user4: i dont understand why people are giving max the benefit of the doubt here.

user5: y/n should be legally allowed to punt him off the track in canada

user7: ofc the big baby doesnt wanna talk about it.

usr6: y'all are so sensitive. max was just racing her! not his fault she was in the way

user8: taking it out on y/n as if she was the reason red bull had a shit strategy??? have some shame max

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“frankly he cost his team and himself a lot of points by pulling what he did today,” you said, voice clipped as you adjusted the collar of your fireproofs trying to keep your breathing even. “i mean i’m 4th in the race and 4th in the championship and that’s really all that matters to me.”

the skysports mic hovered just a little closer, hoping to get a good sound bite from you. “if max wants to be a big crybaby and ruin his own races... i’m all for it.” and with that, you finished out the interview with short answers about canada and your plans to not talk things out with max.

the walk back to your motorhome felt endless especially as fans called out your name and cameras flashed around every corner. you didn’t stop like you usually did... not for selfies, not for questions, not for anything. the last thing you needed was to see his smug face again so the quicker you got out of there the better. but as it usually does... fate had other plans.

you stepped into mercedes hospitality, finally exhaling, only to be met with an agitating grating voice.

“a crybaby, huh?”

you turned sharply, the door still half-open behind you. max stood with his arms folded, his jaw tight, his cheeks still red from the heat of the race and his narrowed eyes were locked onto you like a missile. “yes,” you said dryly. “an ego-driven man child with no concept of accountability.”

a couple of mechanics quickly ducked past, awkwardly pretending not to hear. you and max had a reputation especially after a few incidents last year... max stepped forward, voice low and sharp. “a man child? you’ve got to be kidding me.”

you scoffed turning on your heel. “max, I don’t want to fucking talk to you.”

“too bad,” he bit out, already following behind you, his footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway. “i don’t give a shit what you want.”

you reached your driver’s room and threw the door open, stepping inside quickly trying to shut it behind you but max caught it before it slammed in his face.

“get out!” you snapped at the dutchman.

“no!” he snapped right back. “not until you drop the ‘poor me’ act and admit you knew exactly what you were doing out there.”

“you are insufferable,” you hissed, tossing your gloves onto the couch. “you turned in on me, ignored the team and nearly wrecked both of us.”

“you dive bombed into that corner like you had nothing to lose!” he shouted.

“first of all, i did not dive bomb you and second of all, I don’t drive scared unlike the rest of the grid when big bad max comes by!”

silence crackled between you, thick and heavy, your chests rising and falling in sync as the adrenaline refused to die down. “you are the fucking worst, max verstappen,” you whispered, voice shaking with anger, frustration, maybe something else you didn’t dare name.

his eyes flicked to your lips for a half second before narrowing again. “funny. i was about to say the same thing about you.” the air between you sparked like static. neither of you moved. neither of you dared to blink.

"i hate you." he said, almost like he was trying to remind himself of it. max’s jaw ticked and for a second you thought he might back down. but instead, he took another step forward, closing the space between you. the door clicked shut behind him, whether by accident or intention, you weren’t sure.

“you think I hit you on purpose?” he questioned, voice lower now. “you think I’d throw away a podium just to mess with you?”

you let out a dry laugh, “wouldn’t be the first time you let your ego drive the car.”

he smirked, “thats so rich coming from you. you're the only person on this grid who wants to win more than they care about keeping the car on the track.”

“because I’m not here to play safe.” your eyes burned into his. “i race to win and if you can’t handle that -”

“i can handle you,” he said, stepping so close your chest brushed his. “that’s the problem. you don’t scare me, lieverd.”

the dutch slipped off his tongue like a challenge, like something heavier than an insult, something personal. your heart thudded against your ribs. “oh, you think calling me ‘darling’ in dutch is going to make me melt?” you scoffed, shoving at his chest. “newsflash, verstappen! i’m not one of your fans.”

his hand caught yours as it hit him, holding it firm between your bodies. his touch was calloused, warm. infuriatingly familiar.

“no,” he said, not taking his eyes off you or letting go of your hand despite you trying to pull it away. “you’re worse. you get under my skin and stay there.”

you hated how close he was. hated how your body betrayed you and wanted nothing more than to lean further into him. and before you could stop yourself, before logic could win over impulse... you grabbed his face and crashed your mouth against his.

it was teeth and frustration, months of tension and post-race fury unraveling all at once. his hand came up to the back of your head messing up your hair and anchoring you like he’d been waiting for this as long as you had.

a loud knock pounded at the door a short second before it swung open, "y/n/n, i wanted to check on you after -" the familiar sound of lando's voice filled the room and despite the speed at which you and max had pulled away from each other.. he absolutely saw it all. "oh wow! ok so…. you're fine i guess." he smirked.

you quickly patted down your messy hair and took a few steps away from max, "lando for the love of god you have to wait until someone replies back to your knock before barging in!!"

lando looked between you and max, completely ignoring your comment. "is this some sort of weird foreplay for you both?"

"lando," max warned. "please pretend like you never saw this."

"uhhh yeah, sure mate!" lando nodded but he was just about the least capable person you knew when it came to keeping secrets.

"i'm dead ass begging you to not tell anyone," you pleaded again.

"i won't."

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maxverstappen1: say 1 word and no more trips on air max

lando: mmmm i think id survive mate

maxverstappen1: lando im begging you. this was the first and only time this has ever happened and i think her and i need to figure out what’s going on before the whole paddock gets involved

lando: 🫣 you two are no fun!! tho i really think you both need to be honest with each other because i am fairly certain you both have a thing for the other one and i just need all this feuding to end

ynuser: you literally stepped out of the room 2 seconds ago!!!!!!

lando: and? i’m efficient

ynuser: lando you’re my best friend and all but don’t think i won’t pull a max and try to run you off the track if you leak this

lando: only if you kiss me afterwards

ynuser: UGH NO

lando: don’t worry i’m just making you both sweat i won’t explicitly tell anyone

ynuser: 😔😔😔😔 in the 15 years i’ve known you you have never once been able to keep a secret

lando: slander! i kept the secret when you hid max’s gloves in karting and he couldn’t find them

lando: now that i’m saying that … have you had a crush on him since karting?????????

ynuser: you did not keep that secret you gave them back to him and no!!!!! i don’t know!!! i don’t think so!!!

lando: ughhhhh you don’t think so?! how do you not remember girl

ynuser: i mean maybe i did! i was more focused on hating his guts because he wouldn't stop beating me

lando: sounds like a crush to me

ynuser: shut UP!! i need to process this

oscarpiastri: story time !

lando: YIPPEEEEEE

georgerussell63: TELL NE TELL ME TELLLLL MEEEEE

lando: i unfortunately can’t

georgerussell63: you’ve gotta be kidding me mate

lando: the subjects of the story have threatened my safety

georgerussell63: so the story involves max?

lando: HAHAHAHAHA

lando: it doesn’t not include max

georgerussell63: and from there i’m gonna guess it also involves y/n/n

lando: you’re too good george

georgerussell63: i’m gonna keep stewing on the rest of this story. will report back when i think i figure it out

maxfewtrell: is it even a question mate???

lando: well … no!

carlossainz55: spill the beans mi amigo

lando: technically not allowed to spill any beans but catch me in the paddock and i might whisper some hints

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thankfully, max’s place in monaco was only a short walk from your own. under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded driving but in a place where everyone had a phone and every movement became a series of photos on some fan page as it often did in moncao, the last thing you needed was to be spotted pulling up to his building in one of your unmistakable cars. if someone clocked you heading toward the max verstappen’s apartment, alone, it wouldn’t take much for the internet to piece things together.

so instead of hopping into your mercedes, you opted for stealth. you dressed down in plain athletic shorts, a random hoodie you stole from george and a baseball cap repping some obscure american university with oversized sunglasses and headphones in, you looked more like a jet lagged tourist than a world-class driver sneaking off to see her biggest rival.

each step of the 1 km walk was filled with overthinking and stress. you kept replaying the past in your head, combing over all the little things max had done through the years, things you hadn’t ever though too hard about until now. maybe lando was right even though it pained you to admit that he may know something. max had unfortunately made it obvious you just hadn't been paying attention. from the karting days when he’d chase off any guy who got too close on track, to f3 when he picked fights with anyone who so much as looked at you twice in the paddock.

and then there was your 17th birthday party, mid-f3 season, when max had looked you dead in the eyes and told you you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. you thought he was just being nice since it was your birthday and you had a pretty rough race the day before but maybe he’d been serious. maybe you’d just been too naive to see it for what it was and too busy gaslighting yourself into believe max would never be interested in little old you.

you groaned under your breath, frustrated with yourself. how could you have missed all of it? you’d chalked up his distance after the f3 season to the pressures of moving up to f1 but maybe it wasn’t just that. maybe it was you.

by the time you reached his building and knocked softly on the door, your heart was already racing. there was a beat of silence then the sound of shuffling footsteps before the door swung open.

“you’re late,” max said, eyes scanning your face and outfit with that unreadable expression of his.

you glanced at your watch. “only by 2 minutes.”

he rolled his eyes and stepped aside to let you in. “can I get you anything? dinner’s still cooking.”

you slipped off your shoes and dropped your bag onto the counter, trying to steady your nerves. “just water.”

he moved through the kitchen quietly and when he placed the glass in front of you, he didn’t say a word just went back to stirring the pot on the stove. the silence was heavy and the tension was palpable.

without turning around he cleared his throat. “so… I wanted to talk and I thought it would be better face to face. so, thank you for coming.”

you nodded, picking nervously at your nails. “yeah. no problem.”

he turned off the burner and set the pot aside before finally facing you. “first off, i’m sorry. for spain that is... i shouldn’t have driven like that.”

you raised your hands slightly, voice soft. “it’s okay. we’ve both made dumb decisions on track.”

max shook his head. “yeah, but I could’ve hurt you. and if I had… i don’t know how I’d live with that.”

there was a moment of silence as his words sank in. “my behavior’s been childish,” he admitted. “i’ve been bitter and i'm fully ready to admit that i've also been jealous. i was so very jealous of the friendship you, lando and george had and still have and of how you're always able to light up a room when you walk into it and of how you so effortlessly always get everyone to like you."

"max-" you started before he continued.

"i know it sounds pathetic but i wanted nothing more than to be your friend all through karting and through f3. i did everything i could to try and get you to like me and i got so stupidly infatuated that i ended up messing it all up in the end. i just... i don't know... i pulled away after f3 because I was embarrassed. when I asked you out at that party and you rejected me, I didn’t know how to face you again. and then when you didn’t reach out either, i assumed you didn’t want me in your life anymore.”

“i didn’t realize you were asking me out,” you whispered. “i thought you just wanted to hang out as friends which we already did. and when you moved to f1, i figured… i just figured you wouldn’t want to waste time on someone stuck in f2. you were and are so good and focused and determined that i always felt intimidated and like a silly little distraction.”

max let out a short, breathy laugh. he ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the counter, still not fully looking at you. “god, we’re idiots,” he muttered and this time you cracked a small smile despite the lump in your throat.

“yeah,” you agreed softly. “world class athletes and total emotional amateurs.”

that got a quiet chuckle out of him, and finally, he brought himself to look at you. "why did you kiss me?" he asked and you could see the vulnerability written all over his face.

"because despite our silly year long feud which we apparently could have avoided, i haven't been able to let go of the crush i've had on you since we were kids."

he pushed off the counter, slowly stepping toward you. “so then you feel the same way about me?”

you looked up at him, heart hammering in your chest. “max… i--”

“i’m not asking for you to tell me that you love me or anything like that. not right now. i just want to stop pretending like i hate you. i want to stop turning every interaction into a fight because i don’t know how else to act around you. i want to be around you… properly. at the very least just as your friend.”

your stomach flipped at his words. all the years of missed chances and misread signals crashed into you like a wave. “and if i say i want that too?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

he smiled it was soft and hopeful, a little nervous. “then i'll do everything in my power to do it right this time. starting by actually communicating my feels instead of bottling everything up.”

you stood from the stool, your steps slow but steady until you were right in front of him. “i guess i can give you a chance,” you said, teasing gently.

max raised a brow, a smile creeping to his lips. “just a chance?”

you let your head fall back with a laugh. “don’t push your luck, verstappen.”

he grinned, and for the first time in what felt like years, the tension that had formed between you began to finally unravel.

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f1: looks like our two favorite rivals have squashed their beef! y/n y/l/n and max verstappen arrived to the montreal paddock for media day together 👀🇨🇦

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user1: too worried about how shes out mogging him so hard to even be able to comprehend whats happening

lando: war is over! if only anyone listened to me EVER

danielriccardo: or me!! a certain dutch lion didn't listen to me either

lando: SMH

user2: not them walking in like they didn’t try to kill each other in spain 😭

geogerussell63: confused? ynuser unlock your driver room door rn i've been knocking for 3 whole minutes

ynuser: girl i'm not in there. i'm at the briefing YOU ARE ALSO SUPPOSED TO BE IN

georgerussell63: RUNNING

user63: nah i love yngeorge duo so much i wanna be their friend

lando: apparently everyone wants to be friends with y/l/nnorussell user63

ynuser: lando keep his mouth shut challenge failed

user63: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!

user3: we’ve entered the enemies to lovers era and i’m not emotionally prepared for this. i give it 3 more races till we get pics of them kissing behind the garages

isackhadjar: the plot twist of the century? are we being for real right now?

liamlawson31: i saw them with my own to eyes laughing together earlier

yukitsunoda0511: should we be afraid?

user4: this is why i trust slow burns. THIS is why!!!!

estebanocon: i’m scared

oscarpiastri: real

user5: now what in the fanfiction is this

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[reporter] “max, I have to start with the question everyone’s asking. you showed up to the paddock today with y/n y/l/n. should we be expecting fewer fireworks between you two this weekend?”

[max] “that depends. if she stops driving like shes in a demolition derby, maybe.”

[reporter] “so... not exactly a truce, then?”

[max] “we had a conversation and we’ve cleared a few things up.”

[reporter] “ok but things got heated after spain. you were both pretty vocal over the radio. what changed?”

[max] “sometimes you say things in the heat of the moment. doesn’t mean they’re the full story. we’ve known each other a long time and i think we forgot that for a while.”

[reporter] “so where does that leave things now?”

[max] “we’ll race like we always do. hard. but with a bit more respect, i think. maybe less screaming but who is to say.”

[reporter] “should we be reading into that very coordinated arrival this morning?”

[max] “you can read into whatever you want. i'm just here to win races.”

[reporter] “right, right. and if you win this weekend, will y/n be the first to congratulate you?”

[max] “she better be.”

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a/n: i love a past friends to enemies to lovers fr. part 2 perhaps?????

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[formulafanfics13]

Since I have seen a couple of fics bases on songs I was wondering if your could write one where the reader is a famous singer dating either Max or Kimi and she releases her new song Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae. Making the public and the grid realise how freaky the driver is. As well as the driver getting teased a lot even to the point of getting asked in interviews about the song and car sex. If possible then add a part where said driver gets caught getting a bj in the car by another driver who won’t stop teasing them. Please 🙏🥺.

Diet Pepsi  - MV1 🔥

Masterlist

Summary: You drop a surprise single at midnight — a filthy, unfiltered anthem clearly about Max Verstappen. The internet erupts. Lyrics match real paparazzi photos and private moments, leaving zero room for doubt. The F1 grid loses its mind, with Charles and Lando leading the chaos. Max wakes up to find his sex life trending and his girlfriend smugly drinking coffee in his hoodie. The paddock never recovers. From viral memes to press questions, backseat jokes, and a now-infamous G-Wagon incident, your relationship goes from secret to legendary. And Max? Max doesn’t just take it — he starts playing your song every time he drives.

Content Warning: Smut, public sex, oral sex (fem reader on male), dirty talk, degradation, humiliation kink, exhibitionism, group chat teasing, innuendo-heavy dialogue, power dynamics, and references to social media virality.

You don’t even warn him. Not the label, not his PR, not even his fucking manager. Not even Max himself. You just release the single at midnight, posted with a caption that read:

“For the freak in the Red Bull. You know who you are.”

By 1am, the F1 grid knows exactly who you’re talking about.

The world doesn’t react gently. It detonates.

Clips go viral instantly:

The line “losing all my innocence in the backseat” paired with paparazzi photos of you straddling Max in the parking lot of a Monaco restaurant last summer.

A zoomed-in shot of his actual gold cross chain reflecting off your glossy red lips as you leaned out of his car window during race week in Budapest.

An old TikTok from behind the scenes of a Calvin Klein shoot where Max’s hands disappear under the hem of your skirt when he thinks no one’s looking.

Fans aren’t stupid. Neither are the drivers. By sunrise, Lando’s tweeted “this song sounds like a Red Bull strategy” and Charles has reposted the song with a feral “💀💀💀” and the words “Max bro????”

Christian texts Max just one word: “Backseat???”

And Pierre drops a comment under your video teaser that just says: “Tell him to blink twice if he’s alive.”

Max wakes up late. Rolls over in bed, eyes crusty, hair a mess, boxers askew, unaware that his entire fucking sex life is trending. You’re standing in the kitchen in his hoodie and no pants, pouring coffee like you didn’t just end his career with three minutes of breathy vocals and confession-level filth.

“Did you sleep well, baby?” you ask sweetly.

Max narrows his eyes at you.

You just smile, tip your head, and hum: “When we drive in your car, I’m your baby...”

He drops his phone face down without even unlocking it. “Are you fucking serious?” he mutters.

You take a slow sip. “It’s a hit.”

By the next race weekend, the entire paddock is feral. The song is blasting through fan zones and garages. Mechanics are singing “break all the rules till we get caught” while calibrating cars. Engineers are humming “Diet Pepsi” over the radio checks. Max walks into the drivers' briefing and Lando immediately plays the chorus from his phone.

Even Lewis gives him a slow, knowing smile across the room like, damn boy. You really did that.

Max sits in his chair like it’s a throne of humiliation and pride. Because the thing is, he did. All of it.

You did ride him in the RB19 simulator garage in Singapore. You did fog up the G-Wagon windows behind the Red Bull hospitality tent in Miami. You did write your name in lipstick on his chest before a press day in Baku.

And now the whole world knows. Because you told them. With verses. And falsetto. And a bass line that sounds like your moans sampled on loop.

The interview questions start off subtle. Then they get worse.

Sky Sports was first, “So Max, your girlfriend’s latest single is number one globally! Have you had a chance to, uh, hear it yet?”

Max, replied with the most bored tone, “She played it while she was recording it.”

A Dutch outlet was next, “There’s a lot of speculation about which car the lyrics refer to. Is it the Aston Martin Valkyrie or the Porsche GT3?”

Max, with a straight face, “Whichever one has the deepest seats.”

Lando, walking past off-camera: “That would be the Red Bull garage, no?”

Then it happens. Three days later. Friday night. Quiet paddock. You’re back early from Milan. Max is restless. Horny. Wound tight from the teasing.

You’re both parked in the back lot behind the media centre. Inside the AMG G-Wagon. It’s hot. Windows up. Engine off.

He’s got his jeans halfway down his thighs. You’re between his legs in your little cherry-red mini dress and nothing else underneath. Lipstick already smudged, hair clinging to your cheeks. You’re slow and messy about it. Drool running down his cock, hands on his thighs, mouth full and humming the bridge of your own song against him.

Max is gripping the seat like he’s in the middle of a Grand Prix. And then.. Tap tap tap. He looks up. The horror is immediate. Standing outside the window, two fucking shadows. Peering in. Smirking. Wide-eyed. Shit-eating grins. Charles. And Lando.

Max nearly chokes. Tries to cover you but it’s too late. Lando throws up a peace sign. Charles mouths: “Untouched” with the most evil smirk you’ve ever seen.

You do not stop. If anything, you go slower. Max throws his head back, groaning out your name, coming so hard he forgets how to breathe.

The group chat explodes.

CHARLES: max bro ur girl’s throat deserves a grammy LANDO: did the back seat get jealous of the front one or what OSCAR: I’m not opening any car doors near Red Bull again GEORGE: Mercedes cars have privacy glass for a reason PIERRE: imagine finishing a blowjob to your own chorus CARLOS: she should do a live performance in parc fermé

Max leaves the chat. Twice. They keep adding him back.

It becomes a thing. FIA press officers start confiscating aux cables in the media pen. Your fans start tagging every photo of Max with “my boy’s a winner, he loves the game”. People ship you under the hashtag #MaxInTheBackseat. Christian bans anyone from saying “Diet Pepsi” within the garage unless they’re talking about actual beverages.

Your Spotify bio reads: “Untouched. XO. Young lust. Let’s go.”

And Max? Max starts requesting your song when he gets in the car.

Late one night after qualifying, he pulls you into his hotel room, presses you against the mirror with your back arched, your dress hitched up, and says: “Sing it for me.”

You moan instead.

He slaps your thigh. “Sing.”

So you do. While he fucks you. Hard. Slow. And when you get to the part about writing your name on his chest, he’s already pulling off his shirt.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “I want them to know it.”

You leave a mark in red. Lipstick and nail crescents. You’re his baby. Always have been. Even before the world knew. Now they just get to watch.

[emacrow]

Raven and Tim were the next one to know as Babs brought them in a room with a powerpoint about the fairy boy in Alfred's garden.

Raven because she knows most all mythical creatures in her personal library books and hopefully has a solution to how to capture and relocate the fairy..

Tim for the strategy and backup plans, but his mouth was currently being duct taped shut because Babs will kill him if he say those words.

"Alright, do you have any questions, and what are your solutions plan for capture misplaced Fairy?" Babs said after finishing the powerpoint.

"How exactly did Alfred acquire this flower that the winged fae resided in?"Raven said, looking through her books of Fae history and homes.

"Alfred saw it was the only thing left on the sale, and discount flowers stand at his favorite grocery store, but he got it for free since the tag for it was gone and the manager did had a crush on him. I believe it is a bit far too coincidental." Babs continues to explain.

"I checked the groceries camera footages and it seem to just appear out of nowhere, like some type of glitch in the system."

"... It sounds like a misplaced infinite realm random natural portal incident.." Raven mumbled a bit, flipping a book's pages with her telekinesis to the correct page with the number at the very end chapter of fae and infinite realms.

"Infinite realm..?" Tim voice a bit after tearing off the double duct tape off his mouth, rubbing his stinging lips.

"Yes, seem the little fae was judge as an offering that was rejected to a Higher being of the Infinite realm or offended due to a defect such as his wings are missing." Raven thought about it after several examinations.

"The fae still has sparkling dust on his clothes that was likely fae powder-

"-Pixie dust" babs said a bit too excitedly

"Scars all over his body and on his back look to been recently that he was tortured and his wings were Intently torn off to make sure he didn't had a chance to escape back to fae realm, along with being placed back into his home flower stuck in hibernation phase while contaminated with the infinite realm energy.

Seem the nature portal randomly was this fae saving grace, as it instinctly went straight for sugar cube, a blueberry and gem that didn't have silver coating along with its body pushing itself hard to fly with the remaining residue of fae powder that the buzzing sound was likely a former lightning since Fae noises can not be heard by the human ear even with boasting of magic unless you had step into the fae rings." Raven explained as she read the chapter.

"Do fairies tend to die if you say that.." Babs trying to say by pointing at to emphasize the words on the powerpoint that typed words theory of fairies dying if humans say they don't exist??

"Unfortunately, it seemed so as thousand years or so began to humans lost interests, offerings or belief to Fae-

"Fairies-

-Azarath Metrion Zinthos, they tend to lose power and seemingly fade away into a painfully slow death is very rare, which was counter by them cutting off the entrances of their own fairy rings to the world to save their immortalized skin." Raven said after getting interrupt for the second time, using the shadows to cover Babs mouth so she can finished explaining.

Previous part 3 link Here <- -> Part 5 here

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Ignoring Them

Lucifer

"How childish. They'll have forgotten by the end of the day."

By the end of the day, however, Lucifer has reached his fucking limit. But his pride will not only prevent him from begging you to knock it off-- it will prevent him from even acknowledging in your presence that he is remotely bothered.

He probably goes to vent to Diavolo -- that is to say, visit him for tea and offhandedly comment about your immaturity for pulling such a stunt, knowing that he'll just contact you and beg for him.

Mammon

"Oh no you don't! MC! MC! MC! MC! MC! Hey! MC! MC! Hey! MC!"

He will follow you wherever you go. At first he thinks he's hilarious, being an absolute pain in the ass, but the longer it goes on, the more dejected he gets. His energy level tanks and soon he's just lying on top of the nearest piece of furniture and whining for you to stop it.

If you manage to get him off of you long enough to escape him, he will just text you.

Mammon: MC Mammon: MC Mammon: Hey MC Mammon: Hey Mammon: MC

If you block him, he will just text someone else until that person becomes so annoyed that THEY beg you to stop.

When you finally give in, he pretends like he didn't even care that much. It was just a little joke between pals, right? Haha!

Leviathan

"So this is how easy it is for you to just toss me aside like a piece of garbage."

Levi will take this extremely personally. Depending on why you're ignoring him, he might blame himself and enter a spiral of self-hate. He'll hole up in his room, refusing to leave until you finally come in and either apologize or forgive him, whichever is appropriate.

He'll spend a few moody minutes acting like it's too late for that, but soon he'll be on the verge of tears, making you to swear on a copy of The Tale of the Seven Lords that you will never pull that kind of thing again.

Satan

"Really? Is this what it's come to? You understand how pathetic this makes you look, don't you?"

Like Lucifer, he won't be too bothered at first, assuming you'll get over things relatively soon. But if nothing has changed within an hour or two, he'll start to get testy. He'll send a text, sit in the same room as you and stare a hole through your head, and if you're still ignoring him after a while of that, he'll storm up to his room.

Depending on how emotionally charged the incident was that led to you ignoring him, he will be more or less capable of fending off an explosion of temper. Most likely, any acknowledgement you toss his way will ease the tension, so it might be a good idea to just shoot him a text asking him not to destroy the house, please.

Asmodeus

"But it's impossible to ignore me! You can't look away from a face like mine! See?"

I don't think you can ignore Asmo. Being the literal Avatar of Lust with powers to charm and an intense need to be admired and adored, he simply exudes an aura that demands attention. You should probably come up with a different strategy of attack.

Beelzebub

"...Are you mad at me?"

Why would you do that to him? How could you be so cruel?

If you did do it, it would probably confuse and sadden him. Confusion and sorrow both make him feel hungry, so he will go ahead and start eating his feelings within an hour of the silent treatment. Even if you're content to allow this to continue, the other six demons in the house aren't, and you will ultimately have no choice but to make up with Beel.

Belphegor

belphie.exe has stopped responding

Considering you'd already forgiven him for the whole murder thing, he can't comprehend how you've become so mad at him that you'd go so far as to give him the cold shoulder. He won't know how to respond at first, but he will quickly become an angry, sulky ball curled up under the blankets on his bed. If it takes more than a few hours for you to come crawling back to him, things will start to change. Belphie will return to the common areas of the house, acting mostly the same as usual, and he will not spare you a second glance. Even if you stop ignoring him, well, two can play this game, and Belphie is absolutely petty enough to drag this one out.

After a day or two of you trying to talk to him, he'll relent. He'll feel kind of guilty, having worked through most of his anger while ignoring you. He'll probably text you a lot for the next day or two, just to ease some of his anxieties.

Diavolo

"I don't understand."

You can't do that. That's illegal. Next character.

Barbatos

"Hehe. What a troublemaker."

Barbatos likes it when you ignore him sometimes.

Barbatos will not change his behavior at all, ever. You could spend the rest of your life ignoring him, and he would simply accept it as one of those unfortunate circumstances life sometimes throws his way. He would prefer it if things didn't go down that way, though. Basically, he'll let you come to him whenever you've gotten over whatever it is you're upset about. What a king.

Solomon

"Hmm? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Solomon will act pretty much the same as usual around you too. He'll point out that you're ignoring him to whoever else happens to be around and bemoan the situation, but he won't actively appeal to you. Instead, he'll orchestrate a scenario that traps you in a situation where he is the only person you can go to for help. As soon as you do that, he'll act as if nothing ever happened. If you resume the silent treatment, well, he can always come up with another scenario.

Are you still sure it's a good idea?

Simeon

"I didn't realize you were so upset. I'm sorry (that/if) I hurt you."

Simeon will either immediately understand why you are doing this, in which case he will apologize (using "that") or he will have absolutely no idea what's going on, and he'll still apologize (using "if") to be on the safe side.

If you don't show any signs of breaking, he'll enlist Luke's help to make you an apology dessert of some sort. And how can you stay mad at him when he's offering you angel food cake with such a sad expression?

Luke

😧😠😣🥺😢

Wh- Whaaa...?! How dare you ignore him! That's so mean! It must be all the demonic influences rubbing off on you! Stop it! Stop it or he's going to tell Simeon!

And then he'll go and tell Simeon. Simeon will probably tell him to just wait until you've calmed down. If he thinks you're being unreasonable, though, he'll probably have a talk with you himself. Really? Pulling the silent treatment on an actual child? Sure, he's a millennium old, but he's still a child.

[banj0possum]

Bloody Red Roses

Yandere!Evil King x GN!Reader

CW: kidnapping, weirdo behavior, pretty mellow for now

👑 It was known throughout the land that King Alistair of the Obsidian Kingdom was a terrifying and cruel ruler. His heart held no mercy for those who opposed him.

👑 His dark magic was one to be feared, many know better than to ever go against him and his undead soldiers.

👑 Recently, he’s set his sights on your kingdom. He was planning on overthrowing a few lands and expanding his territory, and with your kingdom’s promising resources and location, he saw it as the perfect prize.

👑 But he isn’t a war mongering psychopath who declares war right then and there, no no he’s much more sophisticated than that, he’s going to kidnap the princess instead!

👑 He needed a bride anyway, so for him it’s a win/win!

👑 “Sir! We got her! We got the princess!” The door opening and the rattling of bones got Alistair’s attention. He sent a few of his skeleton soldiers to capture the princess whilst on a carriage ride through the borders of his territory.

👑 There were many guards protecting the area, but their weapons were no match for enemies who couldn’t die, and with a little bit of sleeping potion, carrying the princess away will be easy as pie.

👑 “Excellent~ and you brought her to my chambers like I told you correct?”

👑 They nod and scamper alongside the king to meet the princess

👑 “Oh princess~ are you awake ye- !!” His eyes widen and he cuts himself off. The person unconscious and tied up in his bed was indeed a royal, but the princess they were not.

👑 “What. Is. This?” He growls, the soldier’s bones rattle in fear

👑 “W-well you sai-“ “Does this look like a princess to you?! How am I going to take over their stupid kingdom if don’t have a bride!?” He scowls angrily.

👑 He hears you tossing and turning in your sleep, you let out a soft little squeak as you reposition yourself to be hugging one of his pillows.

👑 “…”

👑 “Uhm…your highness..?”

👑 “Leave. I’m done with your stupidity..I’ll deal with them myself..”

👑 The soldiers waste no time running off to who knows where as Alistair looks at you with cold eyes.

👑 “Hm…”

👑 He takes a seat by the bed, watching you as he figures out what to do with you.

👑 He’s trying to figure out a strategy, but he keeps getting distracted by your form. You looked so small and delicate, maybe he could…no that’s stupid he could never..could he?

👑 His thoughts plague him a awhile longer until he notices you waking up.

👑 Your muscles are weak, your head feels like it’s spinning, and it takes a bit for you to get back to your senses and realize what happened.

👑 You jolt awake, remember of the attack and almost scream at the sight of Alistair, but he was quick to covers your mouth and try to ease your panic. It took a while, but he managed to get you to stop fussing so he could take off your binds.

👑 “Apologies for this little..incident, I was supposed to take your sister..but now that you know my plan for your little kingdom, I have no choice but to keep you here. Perhaps I don’t need a princess to marry after all, I could just use you as ransom..” he chuckles.

👑 He sees the tea in your cup rippling in your shakes hold and scoffs, bringing his hand to hold your wrist to still your trembling “Oh don’t be so scared now, I don’t bite..”

👑 It was just supposed to be a means to make you stop shaking, but your skin…your big pitiful eyes staring up at him..he didn’t want to let go.

👑 So he kept you, for ransom of course, not for anything else..

👑 With you at his disposal, he started preparing negotiations with your kingdom to see what they’ll do to get you back.

👑 But in the mean time, he had to deal with you somehow..

👑 He settled on just letting you wander around the castle (with supervision of course)

👑 But then he starts to wonder what you do everyday, what did you even like to do? If you were staying with him, he might as well talk with you for the time being.

👑 It started off sort of awkward, he spotted you by the garden feeding some birds with two soldiers watching you. He approached and waved at the soldiers to leave them alone together. You thought you were in trouble but to your surprise, he just asked you how you were doing..

👑 “I uhm..heard you like going out here everyday..I figured I’d join you…Don’t take it the wrong way, I just had some..free time..that’s all..”

👑 The whole interaction was unusual. It wasn’t like him to be so casual and calm with someone, especially a royal of another kingdom.

👑 He enjoys the reactions you give him whenever he talks about his role as the dark king of the Obsidian Kingdom. Your nervous but polite smile masks your mortification of him, but it’s adorable to him nonetheless

👑 “What? A scared of the big bad king? How cute.”

👑 Your little talks slowly became frequent, for the king, it even became something he couldn’t help but do. What can he say? He was so used to your presence it seemed wrong to not talk to you at least once..plus he had to check to see if you weren’t planning an escape so..

👑 “Where have you been my little rose? I haven’t seen you all day.”

👑 His interest in your interactions turned to fondness the more he picked up on your cute little quirks. He takes note of the things you find funny or interesting, he brings them up in order to see that adorable little smile of yours, and that giggle, oh god that giggle…

👑 He denies it so much at first, but slowly starts to accept the fact that he wants- no, needs you with him

👑 Soon he started to want your presence even more, offering to eat meals alongside you instead of eating whenever he’s schedule allowed it, he started eating scheduled meals for you <3 we love self care guys

👑 “Of course I’m eating with you tonight. After all we never got to finish our conversation.”

👑 He loves watching you, even when simply eating or any mundane thing, you will more often than not catch him staring at you. You’re just so cute and soft! Definitely not like the snobby and overly stiff men and women he’s seen.

👑 He couldn’t have you trying to escape so what better plan than to keep you by his side 24/7? Then you’ll never be out of his sight!

👑 “What’s so wrong with letting you tag along my dear? I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself with me.”

👑 And what if you try and sneak out from your chambers? Clearly you need to be moved to his chambers, that way he can make sure you’re behaving.

👑 Oh and of course in case you get lost, he made you a cute collar with the royal insignia on it! Isn’t it pretty? He used your favorite colors and everything!

👑 Of course he needs to fulfill his kingly duties. But how can he leave you alone for that long? No worries, you can sit right on his lap! That way you won’t have to stand for a long time and hurt your feet.

👑 And those clothes? So simple and out of style, perhaps you should wear something more fitting to his kingdom’s styles? Like a cute outfit with lace and ruffles! You look so delicate and graceful in it! He can’t help but buy you lots more outfits like that! Tis only fair for a person of your status.

👑 “How about this one? It compliments your form…what do you mean it looks too cutesy? I think it looks perfect for you.”

👑 he’s the type to not do much physical affection, but dear god does he crave both giving and receiving it. Give him a kiss or a caress of his cheek and he struggles to keep his composure and not melt to your touch

👑 Simply put, he might not seem like it (at least he thinks he does) but he can’t live without you. He couldn’t fathom the fact he was planning on trading you for a kingdom, you’re way more valuable than some puny kingdom!

👑 He even considers his original plan, you wouldn’t mind right? Besides, he bets you look absolutely exquisite in a little wedding dress~! Even if you don’t want a dress, an elegant suit would perfect on you~!

👑 “Where do you think you’re going my rose?”

It’s finally here guys ✨✨✨ I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy with school and genshin. Anyway we got em in the end! Thank you for being so patient guys !! qwq

[solxamber]

Rest Assured - Jamil Viper x reader

4 times you see Jamil nearing his breaking point and the 1 time you intervene

You’ve always prided yourself on being observant. Some might call it nosy, but you prefer thoughtful. After all, if you didn’t keep an eye on things, who would? Especially when it came to someone like Jamil Viper, who, despite his best efforts to appear unfazed, was absolutely not fine.

And lately, it’s been like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

The guy was practically doing everything—cooking, cleaning, managing Kalim, studying, practicing, and dealing with an endless amount of Scarabia chaos. But today? Today felt like the universe decided to crank up the difficulty setting on his life, and you were determined to intervene. But first, you needed to observe.

Instance 1: Spaghetti Saga

It began in the kitchen, where Jamil was, unsurprisingly, cooking for the entire dorm. Kalim, bless his overly-enthusiastic heart, had announced a Scarabia Spaghetti Spectacular—an idea that seemed innocent enough on the surface. Until you realized that Kalim had no intention of helping. Well, he tried. Keyword: tried.

“Jamil! Jamil!” Kalim ran into the kitchen, arms full of ingredients that had no business being in spaghetti. “Look! I found some strawberries! And these marshmallows! They’d go perfectly in the sauce, right?”

Jamil froze mid-stir, his hand gripping the spoon so tightly you were concerned it might snap in two. Slowly, he turned to face Kalim, a polite but strained smile plastered across his face. “Strawberries? In spaghetti sauce?”

Kalim nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! It’s sweet, right? Sweet is good!”

Jamil’s eye twitched, just a little. “Kalim… no.”

“But—”

“No strawberries. No marshmallows. Please.”

Kalim deflated slightly but wasn’t deterred. “Okay! No problem! I’ll just add them to the salad instead.”

Before Jamil could react, Kalim darted off, presumably to wreak havoc on the next innocent dish. You caught the moment Jamil whispered to himself, “I’m in hell.”

And that was only the beginning.

Instance 2: Basketball Breakdown

The next incident occurred during basketball practice. Now, Jamil was usually the best player on the court, no question. Quick reflexes, sharp strategy—he could wipe the floor with the other teams without even breaking a sweat. But today?

Today, it was like he forgot what a basketball was.

It started innocently enough. A pass here, a dribble there, nothing out of the ordinary. But then one of the players tossed him the ball, and Jamil, in a moment that defied all logic and reason, missed it entirely. The ball smacked him square in the face with an audible thud.

The gym went silent. You could hear the collective gasp from the team, all eyes on Jamil, who stood there frozen, gripping his nose.

“Jamil!” Kalim shouted from across the court, jogging over. “Are you okay? Here, I brought some ice just in case!” He whipped out a handful of ice cubes from his pocket, offering them as if this was a totally normal thing to do.

Jamil stared at him, then at the ice cubes, and for a brief moment, you swore you saw his soul leave his body. But instead of snapping, he simply nodded, took the ice cubes, and walked off the court in silence, leaving everyone else standing there in stunned confusion.

“Did he just—?” one of the players started to ask, but you shook your head. “Don’t.”

You made another mental note. This was getting serious.

Instance 3: Paperwork Pandemonium

After practice, you found Jamil in his dorm room, surrounded by a sea of paperwork. And, of course, Kalim was there too, oblivious to the storm brewing in Jamil’s head.

“Jamil, can you help me organize these?” Kalim asked, holding up a stack of papers. “I don’t really know what half of them are, but they seem important!”

Jamil glanced at the pile with a deadpan expression. “Kalim, that’s the inventory for the next three months. You were supposed to file this weeks ago.”

Kalim blinked, still smiling. “Oh… well, I knew it was important!”

Jamil’s fingers twitched as he grabbed the papers from Kalim, scanning them quickly. “These are all overdue. We’re going to get fined if we don’t submit them by tomorrow.”

Kalim’s eyes widened in horror. “Tomorrow?! Oh no! What are we gonna do?”

Jamil took a deep breath, visibly restraining himself. “We aren’t going to do anything. I am going to fix this. Again.”

Kalim, ever the optimist, beamed. “Thanks, Jamil! You’re the best!”

And with that, he was off to who knows where, leaving Jamil alone in the paperwork disaster zone. You watched as he stared at the pile in front of him, his eye twitching again. He muttered something under his breath—something you were pretty sure wasn’t very polite.

You added another mental note. He was hanging by a thread.

Instance 4: The Final Straw (Almost)

The fourth instance happened later that evening, when you found Jamil in the library, supposedly studying for finals. But when you approached his table, you found him sitting there, staring blankly at a textbook. His pen was poised over a page, but he hadn’t written a single word.

“Hey,” you said softly, sitting down next to him. “How’s studying going?”

He didn’t answer at first, just continued staring at the book like it held all the answers to his existential crisis. Finally, he sighed. “I can’t do this.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t… I can’t handle all of this. Kalim. Finals. The dorm. Everything.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. “It’s too much.”

You stared at him for a moment, then reached over and gently placed your hand on his. “You don’t have to handle it all by yourself, you know.”

He looked up at you, exhaustion clear in his eyes. “Who else is going to do it? Kalim? The other students? No one can do it like I can.”

You could hear the defeat in his voice, the resignation. He truly believed he was stuck in this never-ending cycle of responsibilities, with no way out.

That was it. You’d seen enough.

The Fifth Time’s the Charm: Break Time for Jamil

Without another word, you grabbed Jamil by the arm and pulled him out of the library. He barely had the energy to protest, following you like a zombie as you led him to a quiet, secluded spot in the courtyard. Once there, you gently pushed him down onto a bench.

“Sit,” you ordered, and to your surprise, he didn’t argue.

He sat there, looking completely drained, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion. You sat next to him, feeling your heart twist as you saw just how close he was to breaking down. This wasn’t the Jamil you were used to—this was someone who had been running on fumes for way too long.

You didn’t even think. You just acted. Before he could react, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

Jamil stiffened at first, clearly not used to such open displays of affection. But after a few seconds, he slowly relaxed, leaning into your embrace like a man who had been drowning and finally found a lifeline.

“I’m so tired,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You hugged him tighter, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I know. You’ve been doing too much for too long. You need a break.”

“I can’t,” he muttered, shaking his head. “There’s too much to do.”

“Screw the to-do list,” you replied. “You’re not a machine, Jamil. You need to rest, or you’re going to collapse.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just leaned into you, letting himself be vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before. You could feel the tension slowly draining from his body, the weight of his responsibilities finally lifting, if only for a moment.

And then, before you knew it, he was asleep.

You blinked in surprise, looking down at his head resting in your lap. His breathing had evened out, and his face, usually so guarded and composed, was now relaxed in peaceful slumber.

You couldn’t help but smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. He needed this more than he’d ever admit. And you? You were more than happy to be his pillow.

Jamil didn’t wake up for a while, and when he finally did, it was gradual, the soft sunlight filtering through the trees casting a warm glow over the courtyard. His lashes fluttered against your lap, his brows furrowing slightly in confusion as he blinked awake. The moment he realized where he was, nestled against you, his cheeks flushed and honestly, he looked adorable.

“I—” Jamil began, his voice thick with grogginess as he pushed himself up, wincing at the stiffness in his muscles. “Did I fall asleep?”

You offered a soft smile, brushing a few strands of his hair away from his face. “Yep. Right in my lap, too. You must’ve been really tired.”

His eyes widened, and the blush on his cheeks deepened. Jamil rarely let his guard down, but right now, he looked almost vulnerable, caught between embarrassment and gratitude. “I’m… sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Jamil,” you interrupted gently, placing a hand on his arm to keep him from sitting up fully. “Don’t apologize. You’ve been running yourself ragged, and you finally let yourself rest. I’m glad you did.”

He stared at you, as if he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. His shoulders sagged, and for once, he didn’t try to fight it. He stayed close to you, his body still angled toward yours, like he couldn’t quite bring himself to pull away completely.

You could see it, the weight of the exhaustion he’d been carrying for so long. The lines of stress etched into his face, the constant need to be on alert. Jamil had always been the responsible one, the one who took on everyone else’s burdens. But now, in this moment, you wanted to be the one to take care of him.

“Hey,” you said softly, threading your fingers through his hair again, watching as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “How about we get out of here? Take a break. A real break.”

Jamil’s eyes opened, and he frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s go somewhere. Just the two of us. Somewhere far away from all of this. No Scarabia, no endless responsibilities. Just… us.” You leaned in a little closer, lowering your voice as if you were sharing a secret. “You deserve it, Jamil. You’ve done more than enough. It’s time to take care of yourself.”

He hesitated, his frown deepening, as if the very idea of abandoning his duties was too much to comprehend. “I can’t just leave… there’s too much to do. Kalim—”

“Will be perfectly fine,” you interrupted, your tone leaving no room for argument. “And besides, I think Kalim would be all for this. In fact, I bet he’d love the idea.”

Jamil looked unconvinced, but before he could argue further, you gave him a gentle nudge. “Think about it. You could actually relax for once. No one bothering you, no one asking for a hundred different things at once. Just peace and quiet. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

He glanced down at his hands, clearly mulling over your words. You could tell he was struggling with the thought of letting go, even just for a little while. Jamil had been in control for so long, it was hard for him to imagine a world where he didn’t have to be.

But you weren’t about to let him slip back into that cycle.

Reaching out, you gently cupped his cheek, tilting his head up so he was looking at you again. “You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, Jamil. Let me take care of you for a change.”

His breath caught at your words, and for a long moment, he just stared at you, something soft and unspoken passing between you. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned into your touch, his eyes slipping closed as he exhaled a long, weary breath.

“I don’t know if I know how to relax,” he admitted quietly.

You chuckled softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Good thing you’ve got me then. I’ll teach you.”

There was a beat of silence, and then, with a small sigh, Jamil opened his eyes again, his gaze meeting yours. “You really think we could just… leave? Just like that?”

“Absolutely,” you said, the determination clear in your voice. “We’ll go somewhere beautiful, somewhere quiet. No one to bother us. Just you, me, and a whole lot of nothing.”

Jamil let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head slightly. “And what about Kalim? He’s bound to make a mess of things if I’m gone too long.”

“Don’t worry about him,” you said with a grin. “We’ll get him on board. Heck, Kalim will probably help us pack.”

And as if summoned by your words, Kalim himself appeared around the corner, grinning ear to ear like he’d just heard the best news of his life. “Did someone say vacation? I am so in!”

Jamil stared at him, his expression caught between disbelief and mild exasperation. “Kalim—”

Kalim bounded over to you both, practically vibrating with excitement. “Oh, Jamil, this is perfect! You’ve been working so hard lately, you totally deserve a break! You should l go somewhere fun! Ooh, maybe a beach? Or the mountains! Or, ooh, how about a floating island? I heard there’s one with the best sunrises!”

“Kalim—” Jamil tried again, but Kalim was on a roll.

“I’ll even help you pack! I can get everything ready! Don’t worry about Scarabia, I’ve got it all covered!” Kalim’s grin widened as he clapped Jamil on the shoulder. “You just focus on relaxing!”

Jamil blinked, looking thoroughly overwhelmed by Kalim’s sudden enthusiasm. “I… don’t know what to say.”

“How about ‘yes’?” you teased, nudging him again. “Come on, Jamil. You deserve this. Let yourself have something nice for once.”

Jamil glanced between you and Kalim, clearly torn. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the part of him that still wanted to cling to his responsibilities, to keep everything in order. But then, slowly, his expression softened. He let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“…Fine,” he muttered, his lips curving into a small, tired smile. “But only if you promise we’re not going anywhere too ridiculous.”

Kalim’s eyes lit up, and he practically bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yes! Don’t worry, I’ll find the perfect spot! You’ll love it!”

But before Kalim could dash off in a whirlwind of excitement, there was a sound behind you that made you groan inwardly—Crowley.

The headmaster sauntered into view, his usual over-the-top grandeur evident in every step. “Vacation, you say? Oh, I’m afraid that won’t be possible! You see, I was just about to ask you two for some assistance with a few important matters—”

Before he could finish, Jamil stood up sharply, his expression darkening. For once, it wasn’t the usual calm, collected Jamil standing in front of you. This Jamil was one step away from grabbing Crowley by the collar and shaking him like a rag doll.

“Headmaster,” Jamil began, his voice low and dangerous, “I have been running this dorm, managing everything from meals to paperwork, while studying and handling Kalim’s disasters for months. I have not had a break. I am this close to losing my mind.”

Crowley blinked, clearly taken aback by Jamil’s sudden intensity.

“If you try to take this vacation from me,” Jamil continued, his tone flat but terrifying, “I swear I will not be responsible for what happens next.”

Crowley opened his mouth to protest, but one look at Jamil’s expression—wild-eyed, teetering on the edge—was enough to make him think twice. “Ah, well, I suppose the matters can wait! Yes, yes, of course! You both deserve some time off. Enjoy your… rest.”

Jamil didn’t wait for any further confirmation. He grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet, and shot Crowley a glare that could have melted steel. “We’re leaving. Now.”

You tried to suppress your laughter as Jamil practically dragged you away, Kalim bouncing along happily beside you.

Once you were a safe distance from the courtyard, Jamil finally slowed down, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He glanced down at you, his hand still holding yours.

“You really think this is going to work?” he asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

You grinned, squeezing his hand gently. “Absolutely. I’ll make sure of it.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you saw Jamil smile—a real, genuine smile, soft and full of relief. He leaned in closer, his voice low as he whispered, “Thank you. For… everything.”

Your heart fluttered as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering just a little longer than necessary. “You deserve it,” you whispered back, resting your head on his shoulder. “And I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”

Jamil chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around your waist as you both walked off, Kalim already rambling about potential vacation spots. But for now, you didn’t care where you were going. All that mattered was that it would be the two of you together.

Masterlist

[alwayscorvus]

Hello, can I ask Jiyan from Wuwa with the reader who kissed Jiyan on the cheek without warning him about the lipstick on their lips, which is why he walked around the whole day with a trace of lips near his scales, which greatly embarrassed the soldiers.

My lips on your cheek

malereader x Jiyan, fluff;

I'm truly awful and I won't even try to excuse myself for how long you had to wait for this. Or I will for a little bit... I really didn't have enough talent to extend your idea and to turn it into a longer story, even though it's cute. Fortunately, i was able to create something in the end. Thanks 4 the request...

-Where are you heading today?

You turned direction from which your boyfriend's voice was coming and smiled wider at the sight of Jiyan.

-On a short reconnaissance. You were the one who suggested this yesterday.

You reminded him and went back to tying up your bovver boots. Jiyan froze in a mid-step and gasped surprised. Recently he had started to forget about plenty of things.

He nodded, quickly chasing away his dissatisfied thoughts.

He took his place right next to you, on the concrete staircase leading to the porch of your abode.

-Do not let your guard down.

-I won't. But you also have to promise me that you won't push yourself too hard, lately you've been taking on too many things.

Jiyan just nodded, not necessarily convinced. Slightly resigned, you just leaned in his direction and planted a brief kiss on his cheek. After returning at the evening, you will put a great effort in taking his mind off his work.

You took a closer look at the spot where your mouth rested a few seconds ago. You blinked in disbelief and, after a few seconds, loudly snorted in admiration.

-Something wrong? - your partner asked.

-No no! -you immediately assured too amused and thrilled by the whole situation and prospects that it held.

You jumped on your feet, trying to run away from the scene of incident as quickly as possible.

-I'll be going. I probably won't be back before sunset, so don't worry about me. See you in our room.

You waved cheerfully to him and headed towards the exit of a camp. Leaving your confused boyfriend completely alone with pointing comments of his colleagues.

It started innocently.

At first a bunch of strange looks from passersby. KInda like expressions of unbelief.

Embarrassed Jiyan scratched his covered neck. He wasn't used to this type of spotlight. True, he was often in the center of attention. But when this was happening, people always concerned on what he was saying, his strategy, plans, not necessarily on him. This morning, however, all the excessive attention gave off a somehow different vibe. Jiyan got some sort of irresistible impression that others were focusing not so much on his overall figure, but more on the details. To make matters worse, something strange suggested to him that this particular detail was his own head, that tingled unpleasantly upon feeling other people's eyes on it.

General tried to quickly chase this thought away from himself. He wasn't used to worrying about silly things.

But things only got worse by the hour. Interest never faded. Though he didn't have a birthday, didn't do anything stupid yesterday and nor did he win any important battle.

At noon, strange whispers joined to people's glances. Something like gossips, excited gasps. Soldiers exchanged remarks with each other while covering mouths with they hands. It's not like Jiyan didn't see this. He was perfectly aware that something was wrong. But in the end, he looked as usual. When he examined his clothes, they had no stains or rips on them. He wasn't sick, so bags under his eyes or a blue skin weren't an option either. His hair was tied up as usual. There was nothing that could distinguish him from any other day. He didn't even manage to eat anything yet, so it's not like he could get dirty. After all, linden tea didn't leave a mark. Unless, of course, it was on a fabric. But his clothes really were spotless.

-Do I have something on my face? -he finally asked in a cold voice, unable to stand the tension.

Pair of young recruits who accompanied him jumped up on spot. They flushed like two plump tomatoes. New soldiers were trying to assist Jiyan in his office work, after an unsuccessful meeting. This one, that frustrated Jiyan had to cancel and reschedule for the next day. Just after it occurred to him that none of his comrades would be able to focus. Despite their many coughs and efforts to pull themselves together. Their gaze drifted constantly from a map to the general. And thoughts wandered in directions completely unrelated to a military.

-N-nothing!

Panicked soldiers covered their faces with document folders and rushed out of the tent in panic.

Puzzled Jiyan frowned slightly at this. He didn't know whether he was more offended by their reaction or by how their assistance had ended. However, after looking at another pile of papers, he quickly returned to his work. Putting his doubts at the back of his head.

He didn't realize that what piqued so much interest in his co-workers was nothing more than the trail of your lips adorning his cheek right next to his cyan scales.

After all, he couldn't have known that the freezing weather and painfully cracked lips would lead you to the point of deciding to buy a lip balm. And even more, that you, being inexperienced in these matters, will purchase one with an additional slightly peachy tint.

Sure, maybe your face looked a little more charming than usual. But it's not like he bothered where it came from.

When evening arrived, you stumbled into each other's room. Both tired after a long day of work, you exchanged only a brief verbal greeting and began to get ready for bed. When you finished showering, you let Jiyan take your place. In the meantime, struggling to remember your morning's resolution stashed somewhere in the back of your head. Man automatically made his way to your small private bathroom. As you settled ready on the bed and began to fix the wrinkled pillows, Jiyan leaned against the sink with a loud sigh. Why this day had to be so long…

With difficulty he lifted his head and looked in the mirror. Noticing something strange, he furrowed his eyebrows, leaned over and took a closer look.

-[M/N]!

From a bathroom came a fussy shout of your boyfriend. Shit, that means he finally found out. You swallowed your saliva slightly terrified. Jiyan wasn't easy to be catch of balance. You, however, were successful in doing so…

-Yes, love?

-Do not love me here. What is that?

He asked more than grumpy. Standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over a chest. All red, with cheeks slightly puffed up. Truly adorable.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-[M/N]!

If he had a pillow on him right now he would certainly have thrown it at you. Fortunately, you were at an advantage.

-How could you let me walk around with something like that for a whole day. And what's worse, among young recruits! They won't respect me anymore.

-Oh Jiyan, no one will stop respecting you just because you walked around with a lipstick mark on your face. It wasn't even that noticeable -you dismissed- Anyway, I said that you should take better care of yourself. And if you had listened to me, you would have spotted it sooner.

Jiyan looked away from you and let out a frustrated sigh. His voice already suggested that he got seriously offended.

-Oh baby - you rose from the bed and moved towards your partner.

You locked him in a tight embrace, from which Jiyan didn't particularly try to crawl away. Even when you started placing hundreds of kisses on his face. Though it was far too uncomfortable and ticklish for him.

-This winter air dries out my lips terribly and I had to buy something to make them stop bleeding so much. I didn't know that lip balm can also stain.

-But you could have told me once you figured it out.

-Yeah, I could - you admitted not particularly concerned- But at least now everyone knows that my Jiyan is completely taken.

You replied proudly. Smiling from ear to ear, at which Jiyan slapped you across the chest with his palm.

You groaned in faked pain, taking a step back.

-Woah, that hurt - you grabbed the spot where you got hit and made the best quality grimace, at which Jiyan definitely didn't fall for- I had no idea you could be capable of such vicious revenge. Though, now we are even, aren't we?

Man gave you a dirty look , disappointed by your cheap games. However, you didn't get too ashamed and continued taking advantage of this moment.

-Lay in bed with me -you pulled him gently into the depths of bedroom- We'll cuddle to make it batter.

Jiyan quickly pulled his palm out of your hands.

-Not until I wash it off.

He replied firmly returning to the bathroom.

And you sighed amused.

Well... it was worth it.

[ravindersingal]

From Chaos to Order: How Effective Crowd Management Prevents Disasters

The Art and Science of Crowd Management

Crowds are a part of our daily lives, whether at grand festivals, electrifying concerts, intense cricket matches, sacred religious gatherings, or high-stakes sports events. While these gatherings bring people together in celebration, they also carry significant risks if not managed effectively. The sheer energy of a packed stadium during a high-pressure cricket match, for example, can quickly turn into a dangerous situation if crowd movement, exits, and emergency protocols are not strategically planned.

Effective crowd management is not just about maintaining order but about ensuring safety through meticulous planning, strategic execution, and proactive disaster prevention. History has shown that negligence in managing large crowds can lead to stampedes, structural collapses, riots, or mass panic, making crowd safety a critical responsibility for event organizers, law enforcement, and policymakers alike.

In this comprehensive guide, I will share key insights into crowd management principles, examining how the right strategies can prevent disasters before they unfold. From managing a stadium packed with thousands of cricket fans to ensuring safety at religious processions, I will provide real-world case studies, key safety protocols, and practical solutions that can transform unpredictable situations into well-controlled environments.

Understanding and implementing crowd management strategies is not just a responsibility-it’s a necessity. Whether it’s the roar of a cricket crowd celebrating a last-ball six or the fervor of a devotional pilgrimage, the right measures can turn potential chaos into a safe and seamless experience for all.

Understanding Crowd Management

Crowd management involves planning and implementing strategies to control, guide, and protect large gatherings. Event safety, risk assessment, and emergency preparedness are crucial in managing any mass event.

Understanding crowd behavior is the key to effective crowd management. By analyzing how people move, react, and behave in different situations, authorities can develop better crowd control strategies to prevent disasters.

The Role of Crowd Management in Disaster Prevention

1. Risk Assessment: Identifying Potential Hazards

Every large gathering poses a risk. A risk assessment before an event helps identify potential hazards, such as overcrowding, fire hazards, or lack of proper exits. Underestimating crowd density can lead to chaos and potential stampedes.

Example: The 2015 Mina Stampede in Saudi Arabia during the Hajj pilgrimage resulted in over 2,000 deaths due to overcrowding and poor crowd control. A proper risk assessment and crowd flow strategy could have minimized casualties.

2. Crowd Psychology: Understanding Human Behavior in Large Gatherings

Crowds tend to move in waves, often leading to panic situations when something goes wrong. Understanding crowd psychology helps security personnel anticipate behaviors and respond proactively.

Mass panic can be controlled through strategic messaging and effective communication tools. Authorities must keep the crowd informed with clear instructions and guidance.

Example: At the 2010 Love Parade in Germany, a poorly managed entrance led to a stampede, killing 21 people. Had authorities implemented better communication and exit planning, the tragedy could have been prevented.

Continue Reading: https://ravindersingal.com/chaos-to-order-effective-crowd-management/

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Play fighting with any of these guys can either be really fun or a traumatic experience.

Just a few play fighting hc’s

AGSZC+Hojo

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Zack

Immediately catches on to your antics and “fights” back, also always starts a fight with you

Will definitely lift you up and toss you over his shoulder

Lets you win sometimes unless you start shit talking, will start a new round for your transgressions

Loves slamming you onto the bed or couch, absolutely takes advantage of the fact he can swing you around

He definitely knows a set or two (three) of wwe moves, can’t tell me otherwise

Will stop to make sure you’re okay after underestimating his strength, tossing you completely over the bed

Didn’t play fight with you for months after said incident ^^^^^

This boy has too much energy and is going to play with you until you’re wheezing

Will fight you any and everywhere

Angeal

Had to learn that despite him telling you a very very firm no you were going to climb him like a tree and attempt to secure a rear naked choke

Easily breaks free of any hold you manage to surprise him with (if you can get lucky enough to catch him off guard)

Caves in to your playfulness eventually but asks if you’re okay 45 million times because he can’t “hurt his baby”

Never lets you win but will prolong fights for your sake since you call him mean

Almost always ends in cuddles

Uses said cuddles as a tactic to end your assault. catching on you eventually make it your playful way of asking for cuddles

Only play fights with you in private but will occasionally do it in front of friends

Sephiroth

That man’s reflexes almost took your head off, looked at you with pure bewilderment the first time because “why do you want to hit me?”

Definitely has to get use to this form of playfulness but grows to like the amount of physical contact

On the rarest occasion he might playfully attack first, stopping whatever he was doing to play with you before casually going back about his business

Can get fed up pretty fast sometimes, will pin you down and ask “are you done now”

Memorizes any strategy you have against him (not that you ever win)

Has no idea what it even means to let you win, he’s undefeated. “you have to earn the title”

Only uses 2% of his strength when fighting you, you try to force him to use even more strength

Only play fights at home

Cloud

“What the hell are you doing?” Another bewildered look, he’s no fun right now

He’s not going to play with you…at first

Caves in after months of attempts, to your surprise he attacked you first

(He’s just hard ^)

Also likes the amount of physical contact because he’s touch starved

You thought this guy would let you win? No. Absolutely not—he’ll be damned. You know that boy loves to win.

Is definitely gonna go 3D Brawlers on you and 3 piece combo the shit out of you.

“Are you okay?” He’s smirking as he asks, as though he didn’t just leave you on the floor to die

Definitely only does this when it’s the just two of you

Hojo

Don’t even bother with this man. isn’t entertaining anything ever

Christ he’s an old man why are you trying to fight him anyways

Just wants you to get back in your pod “don’t make this more difficult than it has to be”

Slaps your hands away (kinda sassy) “I have work to do”

Are you supposed to care about his work when he only lets you out of your pod once a week? You’ve gotta enjoy this

Still touching him and refusing to get back in your pod, he sees clearly now you must want to breed

Genesis (The Rizzler)

Started play fighting with you first, he’s gotta see what positions he can contort you into for later

Also loves tossing you around, has to show you that his muscles aren’t just for show

The biggest show off of them all, isn’t going to let you win. not unless you sit on it

100% going to hunt you down for trying to slip in a shot, running away after you hit him

Likes holding you against him as all you can do is giggle and squirm

Almost always ends with you naked underneath him. I don’t make the rules, he’s gonna tickle you out of those drawers

Knows you want to fight before you know you want to fight

Will play with you in front of any of his friends and at home, also not very public about it.

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I call Genesis The Rizzler on a regular basis, you couldn’t even convince me his name is Genesis anymore

[jxxbtx]

TW : Kinda suggestive (no graphic, just mild mention of intercourse) Shidou's an incubus - A seductive demon that has sex with mortals in their wet dreams

Incubus!Shidou who found his job to be an utter bore, especially since he found half the people he seduced to be pathetic.

Incubus!Shidou who tries to invade your dreams cause he found you to be adorable (and he may have just wanted to see if you were as innocent as you looked)

Incubus!Shidou who finds out that you do not HAVE dreams and sulks about it near your bed till the morning light

Incubus!Shidou who scared you half to death on an incident of sleep paralysis, and now he snaps you into it every night just so he could talk to you.. more like- have you listen to him talking really..

Incubus!Shidou who sits on your bedside chatting mindlessly about his boring night with some random neighbour who was way too old to be having wet dreams anyway-

Incubus!Shidou who pokes and prods at you, trying to get you to twitch for him in your sleep paralysis state

Incubus!Shidou who screamed like a girl when you managed to snap out the paralysis and swing hard enough to break his nose

Incubus!Shidou who just thinks he fell inlove trice over when he felt the blood run down his chin

Incubus!Shidou who casually leans over your shoulder while you go through books on exorcisms, whistling innocently

Incubus!Shidou who looks at you like you insulted his hairstyle when you referred to him as your 'sleep paralysis demon (He was an incubus for.. satan's sake!)

Incubus!Shidou who clings onto the word 'my' from your lips a bit more than he should

Incubus!Shidou who trails after you EVERYWHERE when he realises he doesn't give a fuck about his duty with you..  the.. temptresses infront of him.

Incubus!Shidou who pouts and complains whenever you go to the library with the sole purpose of getting him out your life (should he find that hot?)

Incubus!Shidou who happily skips around your room while you brainstorm on your pin board for strategies, even offering you suggestions knowing for a fact he would never let you go

Incubus!Shidou who patiently sits in your mediocre salt circles while you chant whatever it is that you found in your books

Incubus!Shidou who panicked so hard when you pretended he vanished from your vision, he doesn't think of himself as gullible but you'd be able to drive him to the ends of the earth

Incubus!Shidou who remained your little devilish companion, offering threesomes whenever he caught sight of an interesting guy- and overall remaining an utter menace..

Incubus!Shidou who's snickers resonated in your household too freely, too at home, too yours..

Shidou who ripped his wings and horns off- disassociating with his species, just so he could stick by you till you lived out your mortal life..

A/N : Happy rly late bday to the all time favorite zest demon <3 for christ's sake X for satan's sake ✓

[yuujispunches]

MASTERLIST

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Fluff = ❤︎ Angst= ✶ Smut= ✿

Megumi Fushiguro

The deadlines series||College AU ❤︎ ✶ ✿

Of deadlines and desires (Pt1) ❤︎ ✿

Of rivalry and ruin (Pt2) ❤︎ ✶ ✿

Of closure and cravings (Pt3) ❤︎ ✶ ✿

Summary: Megumi Fushiguro infuriated you like no one else in that college, he knew how to get under your skin. You wanted to strangle him most of the time but a moment of weakness might just change everything.

One-shots

Restless ❤︎ ✶

Summary: Megumi suddenly wakes you up in the middle of the nigh because he can’t sleep and he needed someone to help him.

The things he doesn’t say ❤︎ ✶

Summary: Megumi doesn’t know how to deal with having a crush and his strategy of deny deny deny might just cost him everything he longs for when you overhear him talking with Yuki and Nobara.

Yuji Itadori

One-shots

The fear I hide ❤︎

Summary: A mission gone wrong might just be the last push that both Yuji and you need to finally stop being idiots.

Lovebirds’ observation log ❤︎

Summary: when two idiotic lovebirds try to keep their relationship a secret from their even more idiotic friends chaos ensues.

Yuta Okkotsu

One-shots

Things we lost, things we found ❤︎ ✶

Summary: When Yuta left for Africa he took part of your heart along with him then Shibuya tore the remains into pieces. Will you be able to pick up the pieces or is it beyond repair?

Toge Inumaki

One-shots

Silent echoes ❤︎

Summary: transferring schools on your second years is never easy when you’re deaf, even less if you’re a sorcerer but maybe a quiet white haired boy makes it just a bit easier.

Noritoshi Kamo

One-shots

Crumbling down ✿ ✶ ❤︎

Summary: When Noritoshi comes back from a specially tough mission he can’t hold it in anymore but you’re there to pick up the pieces.

Mechamaru / Kokichi Muta

Coming soon

Satoru Gojo

One-shots

The sorcerer, the kid and the one who stayed ❤︎

Summary: Satoru Gojo had always been a handful but when he suddenly appeared on your doorstep with a fed-up eight ear old is the final straw. (Or the one where Gojo ropes you into co-parenting Megumi)

Seriously unserious ❤︎

Summary: Gojo’s constantly flirting with you, but that’s just who he is, it’s not as if he actually liked you, is it?

Tequila fueled ❤︎

Summary: mixing tequila and the man you’ve been in love for vos knows how long isn’t a good combination and it’s even worse when you don’t remember the next morning.

Say it back ❤︎

Summary: what happens when you decide to try a trend and not say ‘I love you’ back to your dramatic boyfriend.

Suguru Geto

One-shots

The power of echoes and nostalgia ❤︎

Summary: a high-school reunion can make old feelings and memories resurface, specially when you’re met with your former best friend and first love.

Headcanons

Intimacy with Suguru Geto ✿

Nanami Kento

Drabbles

Dancing to old vinyls in the kitchen ❤︎

One-shots

Third time’s the charm… or maybe the fifth? ❤︎

Summary: Nanami’s used to dealing with curses and paperwork so proposing to the woman he loves should be easy enough… right? (Or the 4 times he tried to propose and the one he actually did +the chaos that follows)

Six o’clock sharp ❤︎

Summary: Gojo somehow manages to get Nanami drunk and you know it’s bad when your favourite salary man sends you an SOS but you expected chaos but not a confession.

The fire series ❤︎ ✶

What the fire left behind ❤︎ ✶ (Main work)

What started the fire ❤︎ ✶ (Prequel)

Summary: Nanami saw how many lifes the Shibuya incident had taken and he hated that he wasn’t one of those, but what he hates the most is the fact that you make him want to live it.

Choso Kamo

One-shots

Kissing lessons ❤︎

Summary: Choso had been learning what it was like to be human for a while now but what you didn’t expect was for him to ask you to teach him how to kiss.

Ink and permanence ❤︎

Summary: when you went to get your first tattooo you didn’t expect that the ink on your arm wouldn’t be the only permanent thing you would leave the studio with.

Toji Fushiguro

One-shots

Silk and sharp edges ✿ ✶ ❤︎

Summary: Toji Fushiguro hated doing babysitting jobs, specially when they involved protecting spoiled rich brats but when he starts realising that you aren’t one it somehow makes it even worse.

Ryomen Sukuna

One-shots

Where the moon doesn’t reach ❤︎ ✿

Summary: A demon that’s hurt beyond repair stumbles into a quiet herbalist. He hates everything soft and weak but, somehow, the way you smile has managed to make its way into a heart he didn’t even know he had.

Babysitting emergency ❤︎

Summary: Sukuna is in charge of babysitting his little nephew for an evening, should be easy enough right? Turns out it isn’t so he finds himself knocking at his annoying neighbour’s door.

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[fivveweeks]

twitter holds me back from writing essays but here are my list of Dante HCs and their reasonings:

1) I vaguely portray Dante with top/bottom surgery scars alongside their neck scars. Not because they're trans (trans Dante hcs are great btw) but it's more so to imply that either Limbus Company or their past self deliberately did the surgery to their body in order to keep their post-clock identity a secret. A second layer to the dehumanisation and loneliness Dante feels with regards to their current self. I'm keeping it vague on who made the decision for them because it adds to the mystery:

If Limbus Company management did this to them, it adds to the horror of capitalism and loss of bodily autonomy.

If pre-clock Dante chose to do this to themselves, it's intriguing as it implies that their past self does not care about such minor things such as gender as they pursue their goals. The end ultimately justifies the means.

I feel Dante is comfortable in their current skin however! The scars itches sometimes but it doesn't bother them much, though they do wonder where they come from.

2) Dante with androgynous, black skin as a side effect of the Golden Bough, or even the head replacement surgery. It is to also add to the dehumanisation and separation they feel after taking the bough into themselves. It doesn't hugely bothers them, but they sometimes subconsciously compare their appearance to the sinner's regular human appearances

3) Relating to the above, Dante prefers covering themselves up tightly with almost zero to no skin showing. I also like to think clothes are one of the ways they use to feel a sense of control over their identity, since they can style and experiment however they like.

4) Has severe chronic pain and incredible pain tolerance, due to the rewinds. They're pretty much used to it at this point and the level of which they can tolerate amounts to them not reacting when getting a hole punched out through their guts.

They wear gloves because they're very touch sensitive due to the chronic pain.

I also considered that they get seizures occasionally. Turns out the constant feeling of phantom pain stemming from fatal incidents WILL still fuck up your nervous system and brain.

5) Relating to Verdante - funny thing is that I don't actually see them having sex often. Not with Dante's chronic pain and workaholic tendencies vs Vergilius' undiagnosed depression, passive suicidal thoughts and his incredible guilt. They're both often than not exhausted and I like to think of them just napping together in bed.

6) I ping pong between Dante having intake holes on their clock so they can take in liquid via straws, or they go the more serious route of having a feeding port via enteral nutrition.

7) Workaholic, workaholic, workaholic. I very much enjoy portraying Dante giving their all into being the manager of Limbus Company Bus. Part of it is because it's the only identity they ever know post memory lost so they subconsciously cling to it, another part is that they just get dopamine from being productive. They can and WILL give you a 3 hours essay for every Mirror Dungeon team and strategy they cooked up

8) It's not concrete but I like portraying Dante as mostly greysexual (sex and romance isn't a priority or need to them, but they're not disgusted by the idea. It fascinates them somewhat) and sort of demisexual (they like people who respects their humanity and not just a mute object...)

They have a Competency Kink. They enjoy seeing people being confident and good at what they do.

Totally was not ogling at Vergilius when he wiped out the monsters in canto 6 like nothing. Heh.

9) Learning Sign language in their downtime to increase efficiency in communication, but they're still a beginner. Vergilius is way better in this over them but he indulges in their sloppy attempts with nothing but an amused sigh.

10) They wear their sleep cap as they can't turn off their fire, so at least it blocks out the light. Also wears socks to bed like to a loser. They have a collection of socks that they accidentally collected over the course of the cantos.

[dasha022]

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In Amity Park, where spectral activity had always been more intense than in other places characterized by such phenomena, the representatives and explorers appointed by the government, under the guidance of the Fentons, attempted to deploy a containment network for the unknown entities that had become recurrent in the area over the past few years.

The initial idea was simple: treat ghosts as threats to human security. After all, the attacks and incidents in which they were involved showed that they lacked rational thought when dealing with humans. Devoid of empathy, feelings, or a defined moral compass, ghosts acted without remorse in many of the cases documented by the Fentons and in collaboration with the follow-up investigations carried out by the GIW.

Thus, the installation of containment devices in Amity Park, the epicenter of the disaster, was carried out. The belief was that this would prevent a massive expansion to other populated areas. Dr. Fenton, along with her husband’s support, was assigned to work on the project in collaboration with several GIW delegates.

But what seemed like an organized plan to protect the city quickly turned into a battlefield. The ghosts, feeling hunted and trapped, began to grow more volatile in their appearances.

Instead of containing them, the repression only fueled the violence. The situation escalated when the echoes of this confrontation spread, reaching other entities, other areas.

The government named it: Persistent Ectoplasmic Interference.

The Justice League heard part of the matter, and although they did not interfere directly, they kept monitoring everything and investigating through their own means. Their responsibilities were many, and their enemies more tangible. But that didn’t mean they were waiting to be caught off guard.

They didn’t break the boundaries set by the government and its management of the situation, but in the shadows, they tracked and gathered every relevant piece of information.

When spectral activity began to touch the borders of the cities defended by several league members — Central City, Star City, Metropolis — the government delegates and involved branches found it difficult to keep the heroes out of the matter.

Spontaneous portals, invisible presences, energy disturbances that even the Lanterns could not filter. The so-called ‘ghosts’ didn’t cause turmoil or disasters as predicted in the records obtained. At least not indiscriminately. They had specific zones, places, sites to attack.

The heroes found it difficult to try to stop them. Even with the Fenton technology that Batman, Cyborg, Flash (Wally West), and Red Robin had adapted to fight them.

It was then that Danny Nightingale, ex-Fenton, appeared before them.

Danny offered reports. Dimensional maps, ghost classifications, containment protocols without harm. Technology that surpassed that of his parents, from whom he seemed distant. According to him, his thoughts on ghosts were vastly different. To him and his older sister, their parents were too caught up in their opinions to see beyond their partial research. And those who sponsored and supported them were even more so.

With his collaboration with the League, the young man wanted to prove that yes: some ghosts were hostile. But many more simply existed. And that, he said, was not a crime.

The League accepted his help. Or so he thought.

But where Danny saw understanding, they saw patterns. Patterns that could be coded. Predicted. And controlled.

Thus, the Rehousing Project was born. Not an offensive, but a “protection strategy.” Its mission was clear: to identify spectral entities not recognized by dimensional continuity, neutralize those that affected the human environment, and isolate all those that escaped the boundaries of the “comprehensible.”

Neither Deadman nor Greta were mentioned in the documents. Because they were “different beings.” Singular souls trapped in this world after being unable to transcend to the proper rest, whether through magic or dark arts. Not like the erratic specters who continued causing havoc without reasoning or understanding the fragility of cities and those who inhabited them.

And when Ember McLain, the ghost of what the GIW categorized as an amplified lament, exploded during a concert, causing significant emotional imbalance among the participants, the problem escalated even further.

Ember was overwhelmed by what was happening to her kind, many of her loved ones had disappeared. They had rescued many, but not all were found. So, when she felt the fear, the rejection, the contempt burning her throat — she used her gift, out of desperation. Not to dominate. But to make them listen. To make them feel.

But when she projected her voice onto the human minds, pushing emotions to the surface of thousands of people… she only reinforced their fears. And the decision was unanimous: one could not trust beings that felt so differently.

That day, most of the heroes were convinced that ghosts were not living beings with complex emotions.

They were anomalies. Reactions. Echoes with teeth.

And that same day, Danny stopped being the hero ally.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64465951/chapters/166867915#workskin

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Don't Panic, It's Just Another Monthly McDon't Sighting™ (Stunt Season Isn't Over Yet)

AKA: The Soccer Aid Promo Tour Disguised as Romance (Also, possibly the fake LT3 muse for the GP to pin on lol)

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I was debating on sharing this but I can already feel people would start asking about #McDon't in a bit (due to Zara's IGS indicating that she's at the Stereophonics show that L just posted).

I'm expecting at least one interaction per month leading up to Soccer Aid (and honestly, people should too—it might help ease the frustration when something does happen, because at this point, it's inevitable). I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I really believe they’re using this stunt to promote Soccer Aid this year, especially with L and Sam both participating.

Also, I think this is the best time to add this: just yesterday, @delicateperspective found a very curious article from Entertainment Daily which I also further looked into. Here's the one from The Sun:

(NOTE: Might either be related or unrelated—but still, CURIOUS.)

Long-serving celebrity booker Stefania Aleksander has left her full-time role after seven years, having also been mentioned in the BBC investigation into pro Giovanni Pernice’s alleged bullying of dance partner Amanda Abbington.

Stefania has been replaced by long-standing staffer Jasmine Fox and will now be working on ITV’s Soccer Aid.

But BBC sources insisted her departure as celebrity talent executive was not connected to any of these issues.

One told The Sun on Sunday: “Stefania worked on the series for a long time and she came under increasing pressure over the last couple of years.

“There was the fallout over Seann Walsh and Katya Jones being seen kissing, then the bust-up between Giovanni and Amanda, then the Graziano Di Prima and Zara McDermott kicking incident and finally the fallout over Wynne Evans making sexual comments.

A BBC Studios spokesman said: “Stefania remains a pivotal member of the Strictly production team, has already been involved with the upcoming series, and will return to work part-time on the show later in the summer.

“She stepped away from what is a full-time role to spend more time being a new mum and to suggest she has temporarily left Strictly for any other reason is false and unfair.”

TL;DR: Celeb booker Stefania left STRICTLY temporarily to "focus on being a mum" and work with SoccerAid for a bit. She will return to the show (to work part-time) late in the summer—possibly after wrapping up Soccer Aid.

You can see in Stefania's public linked in that she started working as a Celebrity Talent Executive for Soccer Aid 2025, and left BBC's Strictly Come Dancing this month (again, temporarily).

TERM DEFINITION:

(I'm too lazy to put it all together so thanks Google lol But this is basically what they do as per research)

Celebrity talent executives and talent bookers both work in the entertainment industry, but they have slightly different roles:

Celebrity Talent Executives focus on managing relationships with high-profile talent. They often handle negotiations, casting decisions, partnerships, and big-picture planning for events, shows, or campaigns. Their goal is to bring the right celebrity into the right project, aligning both creative and business goals.

Talent Bookers are responsible for securing celebrities or performers for appearances—like talk shows, award shows, festivals, or brand events. They reach out to representatives, coordinate schedules, and finalize logistics to ensure the talent actually shows up and fits the purpose of the event or production.

In short: Talent execs handle strategy and relationships, while bookers handle outreach and scheduling.

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I don’t think I need to elaborate on what the possible connection is—you probably already see what I'm getting at.

Bottom line: it's a very solid possible connection.

Take a breath, ignore the headlines (though yes, it’s being closely monitored—and wow, it’s messy lol, they can’t even get their stories or timelines straight), and just keep larrying on. It'll all be over soon.