#Just makes me feel like you didn't understand one or the other

[edisacornball]

When I was in middle school, I went to the book fair with just a dollar because I was poor, hoping I could find something there for a dollar. And to my great delight, I actually found a book for 99 cents! It was Once Upon a Marigold. A small, unassuming paperback I didn't expect much from, but it promised fairytale vibes, which was all I needed.

I devoured that book in one sitting. I didn't usually reread many books because the way I saw it, I was already fighting a losing battle with how many books in the world I wanted to read and how many new ones got published every single day. But I ended up rereading Once Upon a Marigold. And I reread it again. And again. I felt guilty, like I had an obligation of some sort to try new things, but that didn't change how much I loved rereading this one particular book. I reread that paperback so many times that the pages eventually fanned and fluffed out. The spine wasn't broken, I took very good care of my beloved book. It had just been read so many times that it was like the pages got stuck in an eternal state of being read, the book looking three times as thick. Like how cream becomes whipped cream.

My mom noticed this book laying out one day and sat down and read it for herself, because she could tell I loved the book just by looking at it. She wasn't angry about the book, but she wasn't in love with it like I was. And something about that combined with her pointing out that she could tell I loved it by the state of the book... it made me even more self conscious about rereading it. So I tried to shock it away and not reread it again. I cracked and reread it a few times anyway, on dark nights when I needed an old friend, but I mostly tried to put it behind me. Focus on the books that everyone else was obsess with, that they understood being obsessed over (like a certain transphobic millennial phenomenon).

As an adult, I brought Once Upon a Marigold up again at one point with my husband, laughing about how kids just get randomly attached to the weirdest things, huh? And he very seriously said that if it had been that important to me, then he wanted to read it too. So, since I'd long ago lost all my belongings when I fled my childhood hone, we went to the library and checked it out. A new, hardcover copy with a different cover than the 99 cent scholastic cover I'd gotten used to. But even so, just having it around made me want to reread it again and see what my preteen self had been on about.

I bawled rereading that book with adult hindsight. It suddenly made complete sense why I loved the story about the lonely princess who no one would touch. The story that shows that when you find your best friend, your bulwark, there's nothing that can keep them away, nothing that can scare them off loving you, that they'll not only understand but love and relate to all your strange little quirks. The story that says you can go make your own happy ending for yourself if the one being pushed on you doesn't actually feel like a happy ending.

Or you are a little kid and there is some kind of vital nutrient absorption going on. I've never heard a better way of describing it. Sometimes, you just need a book to teach you a lesson that you're just not naturally getting from your environment. You might not know what it is from that book that you need so badly right now, but at least part of you knows enough. It's okay. It's okay even if that's the only book you ever read again. That's what books are there for, for us to reach out through time and space to one another, hold each other's hand and whisper,

You're not alone.

People who don't re-read books are so funny to me. "I know what happens"..?? Gurl I know what pizza tastes like, still gonna eat another one. I know what a rainbow looks like, you think that'll stop me running outside, camera in hand, to see the next one?

[suiana]

yandere! childhood friend who still reminisces about your childhood together. yeah, the two of you may be grown now but he's been your day 1 and he just can't help but think about how you used to cling to him and adore him so much! he wishes you'd still do that but it is what it is. no matter how much he wishes otherwise.

yandere! childhood friend who did everything with you. yeah, that also includes practicing kisses. he's your first kiss, and he's never gonna let you forget that. you said you wanted to get better and who is he to refuse? he can't pass up such a prime opportunity! and it's not like he wants anyone else to take it. god no. that would be a tragedy.

"yeah, remember our kissing practices? hah, we were such kids back then!" he watches as you snicker, feeling a warm flush creep up his spine. god, of course he remembers. young and immature as you both were, you both learned together. that's all that really matters to him. "thanks to you, i can now makeout with my partners with ease. you're the best man." and has he told you how muchit infuriates him that you're using your experience to get with others? to please them with the mouth that once touched his? nah, he really can't stand for it. but he isn't allowed to say anything. he's just a childhood friend after all. not for long though.

yandere! childhood friend who wishes he would've accepted your offer to learn how to fuck as well. but no, he just had to be way too delusional back then and tell you to wait for the right one. he must've thought that you'd feel the same and confess then he'd court you slowly before getting to that stage... that never happened unfortunately. not yet at least. he'll make it happen.

yandere! childhood friend who's still a hopeless romantic at heart. a delusional one but a romantic nonetheless. he brings you out on "platonic dates" or whatever the fuck you like to call it, comfort you after your shitty excuse of a partner dumps you, and treats you like the deity that you are. you only deserve the best and he'll be there to provide. none of these losers can't treat you well. he can. he really hopes it'll help you see him as a potential boyfriend!

"i just," you blow your nose, tears streaming down your cheeks as your childhood friend rubs at your back tenderly. "don't know why he'd want to dumo me! we've been going strong for a year already! it's so out of the blue!" yeah, out of the blue huh... not really out of the blue for someone who's been actively theeatening that poor excuse of a man. that menas him, obviously. why he's been threatening him, you ask? because he's not treating you the way you should be treated, duh! sure you look happy but are you really? probably not, he's sure of it. "hey hey, don't worry... I'm here now, aren't i?" he always is, and he always will. you just need to understand that fact and you'll start seeing him in a different light too. don't worry, he has lots of patience. just... don't go sleeping with other people again.

yandere! childhood friend who may or may not be totally super duper mega in love with you. yeah, definitely not in love with you. that would be weird, right? come on, he's your childhood friend! sure you two might've kissed when you were kids and promised to marry one another but those were kiddy promises! that's all they are! he... totally doesn't believe you actually wanna marry him and be his forever and ever.

"so have you started thinking about your future?" he pauses at your question, rubbing at his empty ring finger. future, huh? funny how you ask that when you two are destined to be together at the end of it all. i mean, the two of your promised it as kids, didn't you? sure you're exploring now but at the end if the day, it's him that you come back to, don't you? even if just as a friend. but that's the present, not the future. "nah, not really. just wanna focus on the current moment, y'know?" bullshit, and he knows it. but he doesn't wanna scare you away. not yet at least. you're still out lookign for others which means you haven't come round to the idea of you two together. not to worry, he'll give you a little more time to see how good he is. how good things could be between you two if you just gave him the chance. "i mean, you're here with me." he chuckles, taking your hand in his before placing it on his cheek. you're warm. he likes your warmth, it's so soothing. "that's more than enough for me." half lidded eyes gaze at you, full of emotion and hidden longing before he hums softly. the teo fo you sit in the park in silence, enjoying each other's presence. in the moonlight, everything seems to slow and engulf the two of you in a quiet embrace. he only wishes you would just love him back already. "yeah, I'm glad to be by your side too, best friend." ...he really hates those words. don't worry, good things come to those who wait. and you will be his in due time. you've already had his heart, now all he needs is yours.

[melrosing]

why did martin made cersei evil from the beginning? tyrion and jaime are very fucked up but they still have some kindness and empathy in them. at age 7 she was torturing baby tyrion by pulling on his genitals and threatening the wet nurse her tongue would be cut out. she killed her friend at age 10. having all these negative traits baked in from the beginning makes her more flat for me. plus martin made her stupid and mockable. she has zero self awareness. she is dishonest with herself. even d&d had more respect for her. do you think cersei is a sociopath? i think martin doesn't like her. do you agree with me?

ok you pose several arguments here but I will try and reply as entirely as I can.

why did martin made cersei evil from the beginning?

I've questioned this choice sometimes but I don't think it was necessarily the wrong one?? the scene with baby Tyrion is to me a deeply disturbing but still very interesting one that says a lot about Cersei, her relationship with Tywin, and the greater part she's played in shaping her relationship with Tyrion.

here, she has obviously very quickly absorbed Tywin's 'the baby killed Joanna' narrative, and is punishing Tyrion in a manner that's like. both childish and horribly violent at once, like she doesn't fully understand how violence is usually applied (pinching is a really childish form of violence in my mind), but she knows how to make it hurt.

then there's also the fact that perhaps Tyrion now represents a rival to second place - her status over him is that she's able-bodied, but his over her is his sex. maybe Cersei has some vague understanding of this at seven, and that's another part of why she hurts Tyrion is this extremely particular way.

and also like. Tywin is ultimately a man of extreme violence, and Cersei has always been listening at the door trying to learn from him. it makes sense that she'd be trying to apply his teachings where she sees fit, and that this would result in disturbed behaviour like what she does to Tyrion. I think it's also interesting that we can distinguish this from what Joffrey does to the cat, for example. there's a kind of obliviousness to that act of violence in Joffrey's early childhood (making more the case for nature over nurture, though nurture plays its part). Cersei's childhood violence is a lot more intentional: it feels like she's trying to exercise power of her own, and that is very much fitting with adult Cersei's story.

however, I think Cersei herself identifies the Melara incident as something of an outlier in her childhood. I don't say this to suggest that Cersei was not a very violent child, but that she didn't do it out of pure evil. I think the key factor driving Cersei to do what she does to Melara is a fear for her own mortality - Melara points out that if noone talks of Maggy's prophecy, it needn't be true, and so Cersei kills the only other person who knows of it (besides Maggy). I do think spite towards Melara for yearning for Jaime factored insofar as this helps Cersei build just enough spite towards Melara that she's able to do what she does, but it is primarily an act of self-preservation, I think. I think many evil acts of Cersei's are self-preservation, though taken way past the line of what's justifiable to that end.

and ofc, Cersei as an adult feels some level of guilt about what she did to Melara. it does fuck with her a bit. I think the main reason is that Melara was a friend and confidante for a time, someone who she could have held close but instead cast out (same as how she briefly reflects on Sansa and how she might have done better by her). so..... again, it does come down to self-preservation in the end, but I don't think Cersei was a two-dimensional evil kid. you can find the sense in her reasoning, which is pretty absent in what Joffrey does to the cat.

tyrion and jaime are very fucked up but they still have some kindness and empathy in them.

i personally find the cersei/her brothers dichotomies kind of frustrating cos like. not every character needs the traits of empathy and kindness. Cersei is not the only character in ASOIAF who lacks these traits. Littlefinger, Euron, Roose, Ramsay, Tywin himself, etc, all lack these traits, and yet are not afforded anything close to complexity Cersei is. she is the only POV character among these villains. and whilst I do think that the whiplash between Cersei's occasionally-played-for-laughs foolishness and her sexual trauma is sometimes verging on ill-judged, fandom should take more accountability for the extent to which they relegate Cersei to dark comic relief. she was not written as this.

and as I've said before, whilst I do think it's notable that Cersei is our primary female villain yet written as often foolish and ridiculed as such, yet male villains comparably tend to be much savvier, it still makes sense that Cersei would lack these smarts: she wasn't taught them. still, sure, to some extent I agree that GRRM should not have played this for laughs so often.

returning again to Cersei lacking empathy etc - well, you have other characters who lack evil. Brienne hasn't really got a gram of darkness in her body, yet is enormously complex in other ways. then you've got characters like Asha, who have more of a balance of the two, and yet aren't even half as complex as Cersei (despite being a POV). GRRM has not refused Cersei complexity, and he has not written her, on his own part, without empathy. we see Cersei grieve, we see Cersei traumatised, we see Cersei frightened, we see Cersei humiliated. again, as I've said before, GRRM makes us hold Cersei's cruelty in the one hand, and Cersei's pain in the other, and reckon with both at once. neither excuses the other, as they might in a lesser story - like Game of Thrones!

and i'm not going to go deep into GOT right now, but I don't agree that d&d had more respect for Cersei as a character. d&d cannot conceive of Cersei as anything besides a mother. they reduce everything about her to motherhood, and when she runs out of children, they stick another one in her. they cannot imagine what might drive a character like Cersei beyond motherhood. it is essentially the final note of her story - 'I don't want our baby to die' etc. i don't think i need to say much more to explain that I think reducing a character like book Cersei to this, is deeply misogynistic. if you want to see that misogyny in action elsewhere, see how the finale ultimately frames a dichotomy between the childless Dany, a freak tyrant, and the pregnant mother Cersei, who the writers think we'll want to escape to Pentos to survive with her baby, and who we're supposed to weep for when she doesn't make it out. and now remember what happened like. one episode before with Missandei, the last black woman on this show. d&d couldn't respect a woman if their lives depended on it

do you think cersei is a sociopath?

GRRM says she has an 'almost sociopathic' view of the world, but obviously shies away from identifying her as such, and I think he's right to - these kinds of labels are far too prescriptive when what you're trying to write is a character in a book, not an article for a medical journal.

do you agree with me?

nah not really. ultimately I think whilst Cersei is written as unabashedly evil, this doesn't mean that that evil is two dimensional. she exists on the darkest end of the spectrum because I think that is the most interesting place for her to occupy - I don't believe Cersei's story would be improved with a redemption arc, or a couple of instances where she sneaks Sansa a sweet or w/e. grey characters are interesting, yeah, but they are not invariably more interesting than those in the darkest shades, and I don't think GRRM has done Cersei an injustice by not painting her lighter.

[secret-moonstruck]

DOLLHOUSE | ENHYPEN VER.

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | part 01 (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: A sadistic little vampire who thought she had total control over her dolls, her toys, but how far did she have that control. Maybe she was under their control.

Facts: Human blood is the best to feed a vampire. However, the exchange of blood between vampires always touches all the physical and mental senses and emotions. The blood of a newly transformed person is more intense, as it still has the energy of human blood mixed with that of a vampire.

— Genre: smut

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation, gore, blood, torture, more. Read at your own discretion.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Since Jay's little rebellion, everyone spent most of their time locked in their rooms as punishment and as a precaution.

Y/N was sitting on her throne, or rather lying down, her legs raised in guard, as she read a book. However, she was bored there, so she absently with a subtle movement of her hand opened the glass door to Sunoo's room, he was the one she trusted most, he was always very docile, obedient and was always willing to obey her, always with a sweet smile on her face.

- My sweet Sunoo, prepare my bath, please. - Y/N said caressing his face while he was kneeling in front of her.

Soon Y/N was in her bathtub, Sunoo massaging her legs, while she took the wine he had served.

She was feeling tired so as soon as he helped her with her robe she sent him back to his room and locked him, even though she trusted him, she thought it was better not to risk another escape.

As Y/N woke up she felt her arms hurt, she tried to pull them out but they were stuck, she opened her eyes scared, her hands were chained to the guard of her bed, and her bed...it wasn't in her room it was in the middle of the room. hall, the glass wall of Sunoo's room was broken, glass was scattered around.

She looked around scared, everyone was there, smiling while the watched.

Heeseung and Jake were at the table, she noticed some things spread out on the table, Sunghoon and Jungwon on one sofa, Ni-ki and Jay on the other sofa, Ni-ki was holding a dagger, which she recognized very well, she had used it several times in them, Sunoo was sitting at the foot of the bed, his usual sweet smile.

Y/N pulled her hands trying to free herself, but she didn't understand why she couldn't, those chains shouldn't be anything to her. 

- Oh, don't do that Y/N, you'll hurt yourself. - Sunoo's worried tone was false, loaded with irony, the tone he used when he wanted to provoke her, to irritate her and make her torture him more. 

- What did you do? - Y/N shouted angrily, still pulling her hands, her wrists already bleeding as she tried to free herself.

Sunoo excitedly walked over and sat down next to her. He played with the sharp end of a piece of glass.

- My little Y/N, always so confident, so arrogant, but she is actually very innocent, so naive. You trusted me so easily. It's just knowing how to please you that you become blind.

He ran the piece of glass gently across Y/N's neck.

- Did you like the wine earlier? I just added some of the poison you love to make us drink, maybe a little more concentrated. I know it doesn't have that much effect on you since you've been a full vampire for years, but your powers and strength are useless at least for a few hours.

He pressed the glass to her neck, a trickle of blood oozing out.

 - But I don't understand, how did you not notice that I already completely transformed myself some time ago? I haven't taken that damn poison for weeks. You always praise how my blood seems to be more intense than others. But you still didn't notice that it was because I had already transformed? That energy flows stronger in me? Like I said: you are very naive. Every time I pleased you you gave me more of your blood, it was so fast get transform me

Running his tongue over the cut on Y/N's neck, tasting her blood, he closed his eyes, a sadistic smile on his face.

- If I wanted, I could have killed her so long ago. - Sunoo's voice, close to her ear, didn't have the usual sweet tone, goosebumps ran through Y/N's body. - But it wouldn't be funny, it was satisfying little Y/N acting arrogantly, thinking she still had some control. You look so beautiful when you are proud of your achievements. So many times I could just dominate you and do whatever I wanted with you, but this wasn't the time, I wanted to have a little more fun with your illusion of still being in power.

- Let's go, the poison won't last long. - Ni-ki rushed him. Everyone was impatient.

Y/N finally understood what was happening. They wouldn't do that, would they?

- Sunoo, what happened? You were always so sweet.  - She looked around desperately. - Jungwon, you won't let them do that, will you? Heeseung, please? 

- Leave them? - Jungwon's smile scared her, what was happening? Normally he was so pure, even more so than Sunoo. - Of course not Y/N, I'll do it myself.

Jungwon approached the bed, she noticed that he was holding the collar he normally wore, it had his name engraved on it. He placed the collar around her neck, tightening it beyond comfort.

- Perfect, this shows who you belong to. - He smiled satisfied. - Ni-Ki, you were so impatient, weren't you?

Ni-ki's eyes carried a darkness so thick that Y/N, for the first time feared for her life, was he going to kill her? But that didn't seem to be what they planned.

Y/N closed her eyes in fear as Ni-ki brought the dagger closer to her chest, but instead of death she felt cold air touching her skin as the blade cut through her clothes, the cold tip brushing against her warm skin. 

A pull on the collar made her open her eyes, when she felt the tightness around her neck, making her choke for a moment, she saw Jungwon sitting on top of the bed pulling the chain while smiling, Sunoo was no longer there, now he was sitting at the table laughing at your reaction while looking for something among the things on the table.

But what really mattered was Ni-Ki, the anger in his eyes usually amused her, he was usually trapped, he couldn't do anything against her. But now, it was Y/N who was trapped, she was the one trembling beneath his body.

- You always liked playing with me. How did you say it? “My little Ni-Ki” - His laugh sounded more poisonous than the poison they gave him. - Let's see what you're going to call me now.

With the dagger in her hands, Ni-ki finished cutting off her clothes, leaving her completely naked, exposing her to everyone in the room. She tried to shrink, she had never felt so vulnerable, but to her surprise, at the same time she anticipated what was going to happen.

- Since when do you have any modesty? After what you did to each of us, don't you think it's ridiculous to have some kind of shame?

Ni-Ki was removing her own clothes when Heeseung intervened.

- Wait. That's not why we got her. - He said pushing him away.

Heeseung noticed the tears on Y/N's face and misinterpreted it, he thought she was scared, but she was angry with herself for being anxious about what was to come.

- You know we're not really going to hurt her, right? - He said kissing her tears. - At least not that much.

Y/N didn't know if Ni-ki was trying to calm her down or scare her more, but his hoarse voice was only making her excited.

Ni-Ki continued kissing her tears down her face, her neck, towards her chest, Y/N's breathing becoming heavier as her tongue passed over her breast, playing with her hardened nipple. At the same time she felt hands over her legs, she looked down, only to find Heeseung in between her thighs, he smiled at Y/N before dipping his tongue into her folds.

- Damn, I was wrong, this bitch wasn't scared, not wet like that, it's obvious she's enjoying it.

Her small moans were heard throughout the room, while Heeseung and Niki's lips made her forget everything around her.

Her breath hitched when she felt a few tugs on her collar, she looked up only to find Jungwon masturbating.

- Y/N, won't you pay attention to me? - He said pouting, his expression not matching at all with what he was asking.

Jungwon moved to her side, hitting Y/N's lips with his leaking cock, making her open her mouth, entering all of it at once, making her choke, the position was uncomfortable being trapped while sucking him. 

Moans leaving his lips as he felt her moan into him when Heeseung pulled away from her. Y/N tried to look at Heeseung but Jungwon pulled her collar, turning her attention to him.

Y/N felt someone rubbing his erection against her wet core, she knew it was Ni-Ki when he moaned as he entered her. Soon her hands that were trapped fell, someone had released her.

 - That's better, you'll be more useful loose. - Heeseung said taking her hand and wrapping it around his dick.

Switching between Heeseung and Jungwon, Y/N tried to pay attention to both of them. Jungwon always whimpered when her lips were around Heeseung instead of him, but it wasn't long before she was covered in cum as one followed by the other came all over her.

Her mind was blank as Ni-ki manhandled her pussy with hard thrusts. He didn't seem to find it enough, as he lifted her leg over his shoulder going deeper into her when he was about to cum, when he felt her tightening more and more around him knowing that she was close to her orgasm he withdrew, she moaned disappointed, as he continued pumping his member cumming all over her. 

- Have you forgotten that this is your punishment? - Ni-ki said laughing as he walked away.

She was left there alone for a moment, until Sunghoon approached Y/N while pumping his hard member. But before that Sunoo got off the table laughing.

- Wait one moment. - He approached carrying something in his hands.

He dropped a whip on the bed next to her before pulling her down onto all fours, he slapped her hard on her ass, leaving a mark, before pushing her legs apart, Y/n felt the cold liquid dripping down before feeling a pressure when he slowly inserted a plug in it.

- Perfect. - Sunoo said smiling, ignoring Y/N's angry look as he walked away from her, she perfectly noticed the outline of his dick, hard against his pants.

Trying to turn around, Y/N was stopped by Sunghoon's hands on her waist.

- Now, you're just mine. - Her voice gave Y/N a shiver, but she was relatively calm, Sunghoon was a crybaby, always submissive to her.

Her back arching in surprise she felt the sudden pain, when Sunghoon hit her with the whip, not once or twice, but several times in a row.

- What the fuck? - Y/n shouted at Sunghoon, but he remained silent, his eyes focused on the pink marks that were engraved on her skin.

Y/N screamed in fright when he suddenly turned her around, picking her up and taking her somewhere. With the cries of protest from others.

They were in his room, he dropped her onto the bed facing the large mirror that was on the wall in front of the bed.

Sunghoon was behind her holding her, his hand cupping her face making her look at her own reflection while their other hand traveled down her body, his lips kissing her neck.

- Look how beautiful you are, so fucked up, so messed up, it suits you, being ruined. - He pulled her hair, reinforcing what he was saying.

He slid inside her, at the same time he bit her neck, tasting her blood, his movements were slow, but not smooth, she felt his entire body against hers, the vision in the mirror of him fucking her made everything more intense , especially when his gaze met hers as he came, she trembled under his touches, so close to cumming too, when she noticed his smile, his gaze changing as he withdrew from her, leaving her frustrated again.

- Sorry Y/N. - You still don't deserve this, you've frustrated me so many times now it's your turn. 

- Please Sunghoon. - At this point Y/n was already crying. - I need it, please don't do this. 

- I'm sorry. - He said once again before taking her back to the room.

When she arrived back at the lounge she saw Jay and Jake already in her bed, Sunghoon released her between them.

- Wow, she's really squirting. - Jay riu from Y/N.

- It seems like it's not so fun to be a toy for others, right Y/N? - Jake said pulling her closer to his body.

Jake pressed his body against Y/N's back, she could feel every part of his body against hers, his lips on her neck. Jay was in front of her, his hands running around Y/N's waist as he pressed himself more and more against her, his lips almost glued to hers but without touching, Y/N's body felt like it was going to explode, feeling the two of them. Crushing her between them, the heat of their bodies, burning her, and what she craved most, their erections rubbing against her body.

Y/N moaned at the empty feeling as Jake slid his hands removing the plug from her, only to feel him slowly penetrate her, her barely processing what was happening as Jay filled her pussy as well.

She felt like she was melting as they moved in sync, she was so sensitive after being denied her orgasm that she couldn't last long, her whole body shaking. 

Lucky their bodies were pressing down on her, but not so lucky when she practically screamed in desperation as they continued moving while she was so sensitive after finally cumming. She thought she couldn't take it and would come again when she felt Jay filling her with his cum, not long after Jake doing the same. The problem was that now she needed it more, they took her so close again…

Y/N felt her body falling as they pulled out of her, both of her holes oozing with their release. Jake left her there as Jay kissed her again before pulling away. Her body lying on the bed, it seemed like everything was spinning.

- Poor thing, what did they do to you? - Sunoo's voice is always filled with irony. - But it's not over yet, is it?

Already exhausted, Y/N feared what Sunoo would do, she couldn't read. Normally he is always sweet and obedient. But he was a tease, and that's what was scaring her, especially since he was the one who started all this.

As he approached, she noticed that he was carrying something in his hands, but she didn't identify what it was, she soon recognized the dagger that Ni-ki used earlier. Sunoo dropped the dagger and something else on the end of the bed before finally removing his clothes. Y/N only thought about how difficult it must have been to have his dick trapped in his clothes for so long, she observed the veins that surrounded it, she wanted it in her mouth, but when he saw her going towards him, he stopped her.

- Not now Y/N, I already have plans for you. - He said pushing her back to the center of the bed.

Y/N's eyes following Sunoo's every movement as he picked up the dagger, she expected him to use it on her, but to her surprise he used it on himself. he made a large gash on his collarbone, blood running down his chest.

- You're weak and tired, probably hungry too. - Sunoo said getting closer, she thought he would let her drink his blood. But when he smiled she saw that he was teasing her with his blood.

While Y/N's eyes didn't leave the direction of his chest and abdomen covered in blood, he took a large black ribbon and tied her hands.

- Just in case. - He repeated something she always said when she arrested them.

Sunoo turned her back to him and pushed her making her fall on her stomach holding her waist up, with her hands trapped she couldn't get up. she pushed her face against the bed as she felt him slide into her, 

Still with her face against the bed, Y/n muffled her moans as he moved, his movements weren't fast, but she felt every millimeter passing through her insides as he gave strong thrusts. He was getting annoyed that she was stifling her moans, so he pulled her by her hair, making her rise up against him, making her scream at the sudden pull.

- I want to hear you Y/N. - Sunoo whispered in her ear, his deep voice making her shiver. - When we're done, you can drink my blood as much as you want.

Hearing this she involuntarily tightened around him, the smell of blood was making her more and more hungry and desperate, she needed it, he pulled her hair again when they were both at their limit, Sunoo who waited patiently to be inside her He couldn't take it anymore and finally came violently inside her, making her cum in succession.

He had to hold her while her body shook during her new orgasm, she thought she was going to faint, she couldn't take it anymore after everything she'd been through with all of them.

When he finally pulled out of her, turning her towards him, she thought it was over.

- You look like you're about to faint, I'll be good, you can drink my blood. - He said, fixing her disheveled hair.

Sunoo leaned back against the guard of Y/N's bed, she in his lap, weak and tired her tongue ran under his abdomen and chest licking the blood that was dripping down, she could think how pathetic she looked but at the moment her mind couldn't. She couldn't process anything, she could only think about the taste of his blood as she drank from the cut he had made. When Sunoo noticed that she looked a little better, he pushed her away.

- There's still one thing missing. - Y/n's eyes widened when she heard him say that. 

- Isn't it over yet? - She asked, her voice was hoarse and weak already.

She noticed Sunoo looking behind her and turned around just in time to see Jungwon climbing onto the bed. She looked confused between the two.

- Do you remember the times you tried to see which of the two could withstand your torture more? So let's give back. - Jungwon joked.

Y/N felt Jungwon's hands on her waist making her rise up on her knees, the feeling of déjà-vu of being trapped between Jay and Jake. However, she noticed that the situation was not the same when she felt them both lining up in her pussy. 

- Aren't you going to…? - She couldn't finish speaking when she felt both of their cocks entering at the same time. 

Y/N hid her face in Sunoo's neck and bit him, not to drink his blood, just because she needed to take it out on something, she didn't even know what she was feeling at the moment, with the two of them moving inside her, maybe she was going to die at that very moment. And she really thought about it as the orgasm hit her like never before in her life. 

Tears rolled down his face as they continued until finally enjoy.

Sunoo continued holding her body against him as Jungwon withdrew. She heard something but her head didn't absorb any words. She was almost dozing off when Sunoo took her away.

Y/N was between sleep and consciousness as he washed her and took her to his room.

- I confess that it was difficult to watch everything, but it was my idea, I couldn't go back. - He said, placing her on his bed. - But even if I'm jealous, I can deal with it because I know I'm your favorite at the end of it all.

— Note2: Sorry if it's not good, I'll try to improve it.

[daniellesis54]

My wife was a little reluctant to the idea of chastity. She didn't understand why I was turned on by having my manhood taken away. It didn't take her long to realize how much she enjoyed my increased attentiveness and obedience. It wasn't really a conscious decision, but I did notice how into became increasingly submissive and needy the longer I was caged.

My original suggestion was for a night or a weekend, but she quickly extended each lock up longer and longer until I was in chastity more often than not. Not only was I more helpful, but she discovered how much she enjoyed teasing me. Just brushing her ass or hand against me, wearing a low-cut shirt or bringing up my cage, brought me to my knees, straining against my prison. Her interest was such that she even bought me a new smaller metal cage because she felt it was more secure and wanted me to feel the cage when when I was soft.

Other than her taking charge of our relationship, not much else has changed for several months. My wife would release me when she wanted to use my dick or reward me, but most nights, I spent qith my head between her legs after I finished my chores. She discovered she enjoyed oral much more when there was no expectation to return the favor.

One night, I made the mistake of complaining about how my cage kept slipping during the day. She decided tighter underwear would solve the issue and put me in one of her cotton thongs. While it did solve the problem, it also was the beginning of my complete emasculation. Within a week, my underwear was replaced with panties, and it wanted long before she was dressing me up in her clothes or paining my nails.

It's strange because those are things I would have never let happen before I was locked in chastity. I'm not sure if it was the inability to get hard or how small I looked and felt in my cage, but I barely resisted when she suggested it. I didn't enjoy it when she fe.inozed me, but I did enjoy how happy it made her and how humiated I felt, and eventually, I had my own section of the closet.

My wifes new found enjoyment of domination and humiliation only grew, the further she pushed me. So I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when she walked into the bedroom with a pair of handcuffs and a stapon. For the first time since she caged me, I flat out refused. Despite how silly I felt, I stood there in my skirt and heels and stood my ground. It didn't take much rubbing on my panties to dissolve my resistance, and before I knew it, I was on my knees in front of her dick.

It wasn't particularly large but noticeable bigger than mine. She made sure to point out that she was bigger than me before making me suck it. She also made sure to point out how hard i was in my cage while giving her head. Humilated and so horny I was willing to do anything for release I let her bend me over and fuck me. At first, it hurt, and I thought I would be split in half, but after a few minutes I started feeling something else.

Anytime I'm caged, I start feeling pressure behind my balls within a day or two. It's almost enjoyable but mostly frustrating, like and itch you can't scratch. Her strapon not only scratched the itch but pounded it into another state of existence. I shook and screamed and came over and over helplessly impaled on her dick until she finally took mercy on me.

She hasn't released me from chastity since that night, and when she introduced her bigger strap on, i discovered how much size matters. Now, she takes me out regularly to tease me about picking up a well-endowed stud to fuck both of us. Making me pick out guys and comment on their bulges. was pretty sure she would never actually do it. That's when he walked up and introduced himself. I wanted to run away, but I knew my wife was interested and that I wouldn't.

We went back to his room, and my anxiety was noticeable. I didn't want this to happen. It was too much and too fast. Then he handed me a glass of champagne and while standing in front of me i could clearly see the outline of his cock. It was so massive that my jaw actually dropped, and I blushed. They both laughed at my reaction, and he suggested I get a better look at it. I was so nervous I couldn't move, and my wife quickly stepped in and undid his belt and zipper. She release his unbelievably large cock and it swung out nearly hitting me in the face.

At that moment a switch flipped inside of my brain and all I could think about was how much I wanted that cock inside of me. I felt instantly inferior and submissive and like my only purpose in life was to worship the gods like cock in front of me. His size was overwhelming, and despite my wifes hands and guidance supporting me, I barely got the head in my mouth. I did my best to show him how incredible he was and how much I needed his big dick. I told him all the things I ever fantasized that I woman would say to me.

It wasn't long before he had me down to by bra and panties and was standing between my trembling g legs. He complimented me on how smooth my legs were and asked if I was ready to become a real girl. Before I could even answer, he forced his massive head inside of me. I screamed that he was too big and splitting me in half but he only held me down and condensendingly told me that it's ok and to relax.

I hated him more than anything I had ever hated at that moment. He had no idea what it was like to be impaled helplessly on such a big dick. He wasn't gentle like my wife and befoe he even got half of it inside of me I knew I would be sore for days. The pain did subside, and I wish I could tell you more about that night, but I barely remember the next day.

After the start of the first orgasm he forced out of my body the night gets really fuzzy. I know he made me cum over and over until I was begging him to paint my insides with his cum. I know my wife got herself off several times watching him dominate me. I remember the sounds of her cumming as hard and frequently as it. I also remember being woke up to suck his dick in the early morning before it was even sunrise. Other than that, the only thing I knew when I limped out of his room was that I would do anything to get fucked by him again. I even told him that several times as he walked us out and my wife still can't get over how much of a slut his big dick made me.

I completely agree Babe!!!

[roystartt]

It's been a few weeks since Tommy finally cracked and went and spoke to Evan and the pair managed to actually communicate.

And the last few weeks have been heavy, lots of talking, there's been tears and mini arguments as they both valiantly tried to finally make the other understand where they were coming from. But it's been good too, they both want to make this work, extracting promises to always talk in the future before running away or jumping five steps ahead.

But there's also been quiet times where they just soak up each others presence in a way neither of them can get enough. As if they can make up for those missing months by pure osmosis.

Tonight's one of those nights where they're trying to reconnect with each other, on this journey they're on to finally get to know eachother. They'd ordered takeout and were now tangled up together on the couch whilst some romcom played on the TV in the background. Not that they're really paying attention to the TV, preferring to switch between lazy makeouts that neither are really trying to get to lead anywhere anytime soon; and just staring into each others eyes, sometimes murmering gentle conversation.

'You know,' Evan starts, when he pulls aways from another lazy kiss, 'the 118 were surprising good at never letting me know.'

This just confuses Tommy, but by now he is more than used to being behind in the conversation as he knows that whenever Evan speaks, there's a trail of mental gymnastics happening silently inside his head before he ever speaks out loud. It impresses Tommy whenever Evan explains to him all the different jumps he makes to connect two subjects. He wishes sometimes he could climb inside Evan's mind and truly experience it.

''What do you mean, sweetheart?' He probes when it doesn't seem like Evan was going to clarify.

Evan shifts a bit to lean his back against Tommy's chest and reaches for one of his hands to fiddle with his fingers. 'You know, when we were broken up, they would never let on when they had seen you. Your name went from being one of the most popular topics of conversation to basically taboo.' He elaborates with a laugh.

But his new position meant he could feel more than see Tommy freeze and tense up at his words. Evan turned his head back so he could see his boyfriend's face and frowned at the look upon it. 'What is it?'

'Evan...' Tommy started, hesitantly. 'What makes you think any of the 118 saw me when we were broken up?'

This caused Evan to fully shift back around so they were facing eachother again, he out a hand on Tommy's chest, half for balance and half to ground himself in the other man. 'What do you mean?'

'Well, I'm pretty sure I was their public enemy number one,' Tommy explained softly, bringing a hand up to stroke one of Evan's curls, 'Not that I blame them of course.'

This only caused the frown lines on Eva 's face to deepen. 'B-but you were friends with all of them before we even got together the first time. Chimney never shut up about how glad he was to properly reconnect with you past a phonecall every few years. And I basically had to share custody of you with Eddie!'

Tommy smiled softly, leaning up to press a comforting kiss against Evan's birthmark. 'That's true, but then I went and broke their brother's heart.'

'You were just trying to protect your own heart!.' Evan defended him fiercely, causing Tommy to chuckle. He loved how far they'd come in understanding and forgiving each other.

'Yes, but they didn't know that sweetheart.'

Evan deflated, sinking all of his weight onto Tommy. 'They really stopped doing things with you?'

'I would cut ties with anyone that hurt you like that too, Evan. I'm just eternally grateful that you gave me a second chance.' He leaned in to give him a proper kiss, hoping to distract Evan from the topic of conversation.

It only worked for a few seconds before Evan was shooting up, indignant all over again. 'Please say they at least texted you to check in on how you were coping?'

'Evan, I-' Tommy sighed, struggling to find the words to calm Evan down, not wanting to further incriminate their friends, but also not wanting to lie.

Evan could read what Tommy wasn't saying and before he could stop him Evan was off the couch and storming towards the door. 'Babe! Wait, where are you going?'

'I am going to give them a piece of my mind. They spent weeks eating my baked goods and telling me not to call you, and they couldn't even pick up the phone to check on you!?' Evan was practically seething at this point.

Moving quickly, Tommy met Evan at the door, stopping him from where he was angrily trying to shove on a jacket. 'Sweetheart, it's 11pm at night, I don't think waking them up from sleep to shout at them for being on your side is going to do much good. They were just trying to look out for you the best way they knew how.'

'Yeah, well who was on your side Tommy? You deserved to have someone looking out for you too.' Evan exploded, heated.

Tommy grabbed Evan by the hips and pulled him in close, hugging him until he could feel Evan start to calm. 'Well, luckily, I have you to look out for me. And I'm not going to be foolish enough to give that up ever again.'

His words were enough to finally have Evan fully relax into Tommy's arms. 'Well good, because I'm never letting you give it up again, either.' He sighed, before quietly continuing; 'I'm just disappointed that they didn't also look out for you. I thought they were better than that.'

'They're your family, Evan. They acted out of love for you, they didn't owe me anything.'

'Bullshit, you are their family now too, and they best never forget that again.' Evan grumbled, his face pressed into Tommy's neck.

Evan smiled coyly, before waggling his eyebrows, 'I did defend you pretty hard. It's going to take a lot to show me how really grateful you are.'

'How about you hold off on their lectures for now, and let me take you to bed.' Tommy proposed, tilting his head back so Evan could see his face. 'You could let me show you how grateful I am to have you as my biggest defender.'

'Hmmm, let me try,' was Tommy's reply before he took Evan's lips in his own, this kiss considerably more passionate than the ones they had been exchanging on the couch earlier on. If Tommy had his way, he'd never stop trying his best to show Evan just how eternally grateful he is to have him by his side.

[magnusunpopularopinions]

I'm not sure how unpopular of an opinion this actually will be but let's go:

I think people over inflate how bad of a person Elias actually is, and in comparison, treat characters like Basira, Nikola, Gertrude, etc much more softly. Don't get me wrong, Elias isn't the best person and his morals are questionable, but they're questionable because he hasn't been human in a good 150 years. His behaviour is in line with every other avatar we see, if a bit more held back violence wise. He only purposely hurts anyone if he feels it interferes with his plan (Which many Main avatars we see attempting a ritual don't do, like Nikola or even Peter in his day to day), or alternatively, puts Jon in an awkward position information wise. The way he handles Jon's ascent into becoming the Archivist isn't even that manipulative. It's less straightforward, yes, but he has his obvious reasons for it (Wanting Jon to Know and See and Understand without having it be explained to him, which would end with him relatively weak and vulnerable). The reasons themselves aren't Great for Jon, but otherwise, he handles himself in a very passive and socially acceptable way. He doesn't go through with doing anything about Not!Sasha, not because he didn't want to, but because there was literally no way he could have fired her or done anything to her without it being a tiny bit suspicious and causing a bit of an Archival uproar. Not doing anything about Prentis was his own fault, I'll be real, but I think he may have genuinely underestimated the amount of worms there are and I doubt he actually considered that the table may house the Not-Them, as he seemingly didn't expect Sasha to be taken. On top of that, him being all 'mysterious' during the Unknowing was just him having issues trying to figure out what he can or can't give Jon to help him figure things out because he genuinely can't Know these things due to the conflicting nature of the Stranger. Otherwise, all of his points of interest are very Avatar based. He eats, he works towards his ritual, and he works with others to make it happen. All things that other avatars do, that don't get overinflated into being fully 'evil'

TL;DR: I'm an Elias enthusiast and think he's just following his nature as an avatar, even if that mainly affects Jon and the archival team (Saying this as I'm relistening and nearly done with s4 lmao)

Thanks for sharing! Let’s chat!

I see what you’re saying, but may I also remind anon of… well:

“Apologies for the deception Jon, just had to make sure you were reading….”

and

[BPM]

and a couple other incidents I could probably come up with after I’ve published this.

Now, I’m not trying to ignore the ESSAY anon submitted full of evidence to back their point. I’m rocking with it- I’ll agree with you that Elias was simply doing his avatar job and withholding info, but I must say, I disagree with you on one point: Elias is a violent man.

Yes, his violence has a “purpose” but we must remember that even though Elias isn’t human, we are. The other characters (for a while and to an extent) are. The violence we do see from Elias is cruel and unfeeling. You can blame it on his avatar-ness all you want anon- and in fact you did an excellent job proving that he’s just an avatar doing avatar things- but the violence…. Elias is, imo, a very cruel being.

So, to summarize: I agree with anon on certain parts- Elias’s actions throughout the series reflect for sure that he is definitely not human. He’s an avatar working towards a goal. But I’ll disagree with anon when they say Elias isn’t that violent of a person/that the fanbase hypes up how evil he is.

In fact, I think the violence backs up anon’s point even further- the fact that he IS so cruel proves that he hasn’t been human for a while.

Hope that made sense- again, thanks for sharing and keep your words kind!

-E

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Edit: Hey gang! Wanted to add a few words here just to further state my thoughts on the matter and I’ll leave it with anon after that :)

Elias is a very complex character! Boiling him down to his avatar-ness or violent tendencies was not my intention, just my response to the gist of what anon was saying! I agree with a lot of the conversations being had in reblogs and replies!

I can’t say for sure what anon meant when they said that characters like Basira, Nikola, and Gertrude get “treated softly” VS Elias, but I do find it interesting they chose that set of people! All three women (feminine?), but not all avatars. I’m not sure if anon meant to do this- compare only women (feminine characters) or compare a mix of avatars and humans- but it is how it’s being received: with the focus on anon’s mentioning them.

In my own personal experience, I see quite a bit more about Elias than I do Basira, Nikola, or Gertrude, and when I do see them, it’s typically because they are with other characters. Basira especially.

I will agree again with myself though- Elias is a cruel and violent guy. I think he quite often is more violent than he should be (but that is the scary part- the fact that he IS so violent and ok with it.)

And I will agree with myself again- Elias was working towards total global domination and frankly, even if you are fond of him, I think there’s still plenty of reason that the fanbase may not treat him “softly.” He’s not a particularly squishy character.

(I do like Elias, he’s an interesting character and lots of fun to think about (I’d like to imagine sometimes that he lives a lot like Jim from the American Office TV show does and just deadpans into non-existent cameras when the staff does something or his printer runs out of ink or his coffee spills, etc.))

I just think that there are layers to anon’s thoughts and that there can be both an agreement and a disagreement on different points.

And please, even if you disagree with an opinion, try and keep your words kind! You guys have been a lot of fun to talk with so far and I’ve loved the discussions I’ve had with you all!

Thanks!

-E (again)

[oikarma]

don't look back in anger

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: she knows it's too late as she's walking on by. or: all the times you have talked to max verstappen since that night.

a/n: more angsty than the first part? a lot more written stuff 🤕 sorry if you don't like that kinda thing.

part one

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kellypiquet: To us, and to many more years together 🤍

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user1: oh my god it's happening!!!

user2: about time he put a ring on her finger...they've already had a kid together

user3: eh eh, eh eh, i just want it to be you

user4: can we normalize not bringing up people's exes in the comment sections of their new partners? user5: @/user4 max and yn weren't even exes get your facts right user3: @/user4 what 😭 it's a cute song and they're getting married user6: my chronically online ass cannot comprehend how people like yn's songs but don't know about the lore behind them

yourinstagram: congrats, kelly! * liked by kellypiquet

user7: maybe max is the problem guys. user8: @/user7 like if his situationship and his fiance can get along so well.. user9: i would crash out if my ex best friend slash maybe soulmate commented on my fiance's post and said congrats to HER and not me user10: women supporting women 💪

user11: the ring is so pretttyyy

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ONE.

The sun has started to dip, gold strokes across the pearly white decor. Around you are guests and heightened murmurs. Of course they're excited: it's Max Verstappen's wedding. A world champion among the greats.

You're still standing there, left by a few guests who wanted to offer their thoughts on your music. Their words were kind and well-meaning, but all they did was remind you of how queer it was. That you were at Max and Kelly's wedding. Sweat beads pile on your forehead, threatening to ruin your makeup; the dress feels heavy, too heavy. It might suffocate you. You straighten your back and take a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out.

"You came."

Max's voice is low and hesitant, but it easily breaks through your train of thought. His words are just placed out there, like he's not sure if he has a right to say them at all. They sit there in front of you, an ache, a question.

There's a knot in your stomach. This was a bad idea.

"Kelly invited me." Your voice is steady, yet it sounds distant. Like someone else is speaking your lines for you, making things alright. You don't want to be here anymore. Not like this. "What did you expect? That I wouldn't show up?"

Max's hand trembles. He wants to step closer, you think. But he can't. Not like this. Not now.

"I didn't know if...you'd want to see me," he stammers.

You stiffen at his words, remembering the clear boundaries between the two of you. The paparazzi aren't here: it's a private event, at his insistence. But there are others, others who are watching and listening Max Verstappen talk to the girl who wrote an album of songs about the love she could not return him.

A sharp breath escapes your lips. You don't want to deal with this. Not now, when you're both standing on the brink of something final.

"Max, this is Kelly's wedding." Your voice hardens. "Your wedding. She’s about to marry you. So whatever you think this is—whatever it was—it doesn’t matter anymore."

Max looks at you, his jaw tightening. An old habit, you remember, as he chews back the words he can't say aloud. A part of you wants to reach out to touch his face.

It's up to you, as it always has been. He wants to say something, to reach for the words that will make you understand, but he knows it’s too late for that. The realization dawns on his eyes. The past is too tangled, too complicated. And Kelly is waiting for him to be by her side.

"I never meant for things to end like this." His voice cracks slightly, and it’s clear that the weight of your history is crushing him. He takes another step forward, almost against his will. "I asked for too much. I'm sorry I hurt you."

The silence between you two feels thick, stretching longer than it should. Max’s eyes soften at your words, but you can see the hesitation in him, the part of him that wishes he could do more, be more for you. Enough.

And it hurts in a way that you don’t want to admit. Not here, not now.

You should walk away. This conversation isn’t for this moment. But you can’t move. Your feet are cemented to the ground, and Max is standing too close.

"I just... I miss you," he whispers, his voice breaking under the weight of the noose he's never fully escaped.

A shiver runs down your spine at how raw his voice is. Your chest tightens.

There it is. That thing you’d been trying to ignore. You miss him too. In ways that make no sense when you look at him, standing there, about to tie his life to someone else.

You wish things were different. You wish that you could let yourself feel what he’s offering. You’ve wondered, countless times, if you made the wrong choice. If you had let yourself fall, would it have been easier? Or would it have just destroyed you both in the end?

Max shifts his weight, his gaze never leaving yours, and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes, the hope flickering there like it might ignite. It almost makes you want to step forward.

Almost.

But you know better. You can't.

"I..." You swallow, your voice rough. The words scatch in your throat. "I can’t do this, Max. Not now."

His face falls.

You hate that you’re creating this distance, but you have to. It’s the only way to stop both of you from falling back into this mess you've never cleaned up. Writing your songs was supposed to help and it only worsened your what-ifs.

You force yourself to breathe again. "You're about to marry Kelly. You can’t look back at me now, Max."

A long silence hangs between you two. Max opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. You know the truth. Sure, you've asked yourself if your intuition was right. But you know. You’ve always known.

You can barely hear him when he lands the last blow. "I never stopped loving you."

It's too real. He's struggling and you can hear it in his voice. This was a bad idea. This is his wedding. You can feel your walls crumbling at his words, the things you’ve buried beneath the surface shaking loose, but you push it all back down. You have to.

"Don't," your voice cracks. You can't hear anything but your own words and your heartbeat. "Please don't."

The two of you stand there. Life keeps moving forward, people laughing, and you think the piano is going to start soon. It's going to mark Kelly's entrance. And Kelly's entrance it is, into Max's life. For good.

For good.

You have to walk away.

And you take that first step back, away from your first friend. The first thing in your life that fit like it was made for you; never to be broken apart.

It still doesn’t stop the ache in your chest, but it's the right thing.

Max breathes in behind you, such a staggered sound it could be a plea for help.

You move toward your seat, hoping he will not look upon this moment too badly. That one day, in the future, his anger will have left him and he will realize this was your last act of love: to help him, even when it means breaking his heart a little bit more.

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f1gossipofficial: Lewis Hamilton was spotted this weekend in Monaco hanging out with Y/N L/N. They collaborated on Y/N's debut album, even sharing a kiss in the music video for "toxic to the end." Is a romance brewing? And how does Max Verstappen feel about all this?

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user1: oh...max..

user2: oml he's literally MARRIED he's OVER. HER. it was four years ago. why does no one understand?

user3: this feels so intrusive but whatever. why are you taking pictures of them grocery shopping together 😭 let them live their life

user4: i love how lando is casually liking this.

user5: @/lando WHAT DO YOU KNOW lando: 🤐

user6: i literally said this as soon as the mv dropped. Y/N girl you have the sexist man alive as your friend MAKE A MOVE

user7: they have such good chemistry though!! did you see the rimowa interview??? same vibe, they're so adorable user8: so much better than her and max...am i right?

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r/PopCultureChat · 1 day ago hemsworthss

Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet calling it quits.

You might call me insane. You might say nothing official is out, but I think this might be true. As of October 2025:

Kelly unpinned both the pregnancy and the marriage announcement on her account. This is odd: she's had both up there since she made the posts. It probably isn't a matter of her clearing her feed or anything, because her Vogue shoot is still pinned. I looked for the post on her account and it was GONE. I looked for the pregnancy post on Max's account and she was no longer listed as a collaborator. Max was never a collaborator on the marriage announcement.

She's been posting a lot with P and the young 'un, but Max isn't in any of them. In his Team Redline streams, Max is always alone. Neither of his kids has appeared. Judging from the locations on her posts, she and her kids are on vacation in Europe.

Kelly wasn't at the last two Grand Prixes. She posted a story of her watching one on the couch but that was it. Neither of her kids were there, either.

Max has been posting more recently and he's been spending time with friends over family. Lando has him in a few dumps: playing paddle, Max even holding a guitar. Who plays guitar? Y/N L/N but that's not the point. Max is learning new hobbies and spending alone time.

I think I'm right. And if DeuxMoi has anything to say about a famous athlete/model couple filing for divorce, I'm placing my bets on Max and Kelly. Thoughts?

dannyric03: I don't want to believe it. He's so happy with the kids. Fatherhood suits him well.

↳ AppleBiter12: But fatherhood and marriage are different things. I thought maybe they got married because they thought the child would bring them closer. And it didn't.

hamiltons8th: I don't know. It seems debatable. Maybe they're just taking a break. It has been a stressful season so far.

↳ FantasyFox719: Right. But Max loves his kids, of course he'd want to spend time with him. I can't think of why he wouldn't spend his time between races (as he normally does) with his family instead of colleagues. ↳ hamiltons8th: @/FantasyFox719 Well him and Lando are best mates, something like that. I do think it's odd he's not with his kids. Maybe Kelly suggested it.

PeacockJazz450: Unrelated but did you see the news about Y/N and Lewis?

↳ hemsworthss: I did, actually. I think they're a very cute couple (if they're dating) that complement each other's personalies and goals very well. Lewis is very career-focused and so is Y/N. Love both of them lots. Even if they're friends I'm sure it's a great relationship. ↳ PeacockJazz450: @/hemsworthss Lol. I agree. Maybe Max crashed out after seeing that and decided he needed a break too 😂 There was this one tweet going around that was like "Imagine winning in Abu Dhabi 21 but losing the love of your life to the man you beat." ↳ hemsworthss: @/PeacockJazz450 Oh that's diabolical. Celebrity drama is bad enough but so many of the drivers are bops and their dating life is mildly concerning. Very interesting though. ↳ PeacockJazz450: @/hemsworthss At least Y/N hasn't dated anyone that we know of. I hope it folds out well.

ApplestoApples: if it's true that's such a shame. they've only been married for a year or so.

↳ 5_vettel: Agreed. But celebrity relationships never seem very stable.

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user1: the one parent?? the two kids?? KELLY DID YOU SPLIT

user2: uh oh...

user3: max what did you do this time

user4: hope you're okay queen!

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yourinstagram: left the door open and this DIVA walked through 📢 "APT." is out now & you can watch it live at my burnout mini tour!!

🔗 tickets on sale at ynln.com/live

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user1: new album? y/n??

user2: BRUNO DELIVERED OH MY GOD

user3: first lewis now bruno how is she getting all these icons for collabs 😭 actually insane her team must be working overtime

brunomars: don't forget to drink dance shower and freak

user4: not him saying shower instead of smoke lolol bruno being a responsible man as always

user5: i hear the dating rumors

user6: max verstappen. did you see the kiss? i bet you saw the kiss

user7: watch him block you on insta user8: two more boys y/n has kissed now and none of them are called max verstappen!

user9: could not be more proud of you queen 🤍 from starting an acting career, to dropping an insane album, and to collaborating with huge artists. i'm sure you'll keep doing great things and no one can stop you. * liked by yourinstagram

user10: what does this mean for her and lewis ☹️

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TWO.

The crowd is still screaming as you scramble down the stairs, face flushed and out of breath. Sweat clings to your skin and your chest rises and falls, the adrenaline still coursing through you. Everything feels infinite, all the love shown out there drowning out your doubts and your past.

"Hell of a show you put out there, rockstar."

Lewis Hamilton leans against the table with your glass of water on it. His arms are crossed, an easy grin on his lips. He's dressed like he belongs here—which, admittedly, he now does.

He already knew about the concert: you couldn't wait to tell him when Bruno. Mars. Called. You. It wasn't exactly good timing, him just finishing the Mexico City Grand Prix the day before, but he came anyway. And dressed impeccably, at that.

You let out a breathy laugh, grabbing the glass. "You're just saying that because you got backstage treatment."

Lewis chuckles. "You know I mean it. You were unreal. When's the album coming out?"

"Hold on, hold on. Don't rush me. Give me a podium celebration first, will you?"

He tilts his head and you can't quite breathe. He says you were unreal but he's unreal. It still shakes you, sometime, how such a wonderful and caring and completely perfect man picked you to be his...friend.

You keep it at that word for now, but appreciate how good he looks with shades pushed back into his braids.

"Depends. You up for a champagne shower?"

Nothing flusters you like Lewis's quick wit.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. "Not in this dress, I’m not."

Lewis chuckles, his gaze lingering on you for half a second longer than necessary. "Shame. Would’ve been a pretty memorable moment. We'll have to reschedule."

You're aware of how close he is. How the conversation feels lighter than it should. How his presence is grounding in a way you don’t often get anymore. Your thoughts are wandering again, eyes tracing the curve of his mouth and—

The air shifts.

It’s subtle, like a drop in temperature. Like something's pressing against your ribs. You feel the presence and you know exactly what it is.

(Or maybe it's the fact that your team has gone completely silent. No more hurried congratulations and squeals in the background.)

Max.

He’s standing just a few steps away, lacking his usual Red Bull gear. His hair is all messed up, as if he got off a plane and came straight here. His jaw is set, his hands shoved into his pockets, his eyes flicking between you and Lewis. There’s something there—something simmering behind that calculated look of his.

Your grip tightens on the water bottle.

"Didn’t expect to see you here, Max." Your voice is even, but it takes effort.

He exhales sharply, shifting his weight. "You think I'd miss this?"

The words are simple, but the matter is not.

Lewis, ever observant, stays exactly where he is—relaxed but present. "Didn’t know you were a fan of good music, mate." His voice is smooth. Yet deliberate. You can't do this right now. Why does he have to show up whenever things in your life are getting good?

Max’s gaze flickers to Lewis, and for a second, something almost like amusement tugs at the corner of his mouth before disappearing just as quickly. "I've been listening for years."

It lands heavier than it should. Your pulse jumps and both of them are probably aware of it. Max isn't talking about the music.

Max’s eyes stay on you, searching. "You didn't think I'd come, did you?"

You exhale carefully. "I didn't...invite you."

Max’s jaw tightens. "Well. Here I am."

It's too much. The weight of his words, the way Lewis is next to you—grounding, solid, present—and Max is just there looking like he's trying to figure out how everything slipped through his fingers.

The air between the three of you stretches, taut and fragile. Max’s words still hang there—Well. Here I am.

You shift under Max’s stare, your grip tightening on the water bottle still in your hand. Your throat feels dry.

"What do you want me to say, Max? That I expected you to come? That I thought about it?"

Max exhales sharply. It pierces you like a knife. "I don’t know. Maybe." His voice is lower now, almost bitter. "You never wanted to talk about it."

His voice is rough when he speaks again. "Tell me you don’t think about it."

You are acutely aware of Lewis's presence, but Max is slowly taking over your thoughts.

You inhale sharply. It's all you can do. "Max—"

"Tell me you don’t wonder."

Your throat tightens.

You do. You have.

Some nights when the lights are off and the city finally shuts itself up, you let yourself think about it. About him and the moment he kissed you. The way his voice cracked when he said your name.

But you also remember the fear. The way you couldn't have let yourself fold—not then.

And now?

Now, Lewis is here. Steady and patient in ways Max never was. Lewis, who has never asked you for anything more than what you could give, who doesn’t need you to be anything other than what you already are. Lewis, who will let himself be just a friend. Lewis...

You glance at Lewis instinctively. His expression is unreadable, but there’s something softer in the way he looks at you. He understands.

This, Max notices.

His jaw clenches, the vein in his neck jumping. His hands curl into fists at his sides and then relax so fast you could've missed it. Is it for show, all of this? Does he want you to think he cares or not? He exhales, looking away for a brief second. Just enough to compose himself. When he looks back, something about him is more guarded.

"Right," Max says, much quieter. He nods, more to himself than to you. "I get it."

But the problem is that you don’t think he does.

Despite everything, despite Lewis, despite the way you had chosen to walk away.

You still...

Max lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "Right. Because it’s never the time, is it?"

Not this. You flinch, because he's right. You don't want to talk about it. How he kissed you, drunk but so eerily sober in the way all his thoughts came out at once. The weight of everything in between the two of you spilled over, something you weren't ready for. About how, even now, sometimes you catch yourself missing him before you remind yourself why you had to leave.

The fear is back.

Your whole life had began to shift, focusing on you. Y/N L/N, rising actress. People talked about you...and your friendship with Max. What it was. And if you had let yourself feel something for him—if you had let yourself fall—what would have been left of you?

"There was nothing to talk about," you say. It's hollow, like another word could crush it into smithereens.

Max's mouth purses into a thin line. "That’s bullshit. You know it."

You're too aware of the people in the room, again.The way Lewis is still there, watching but not interrupting, not yet. The way Max is standing too close, and yet not close enough.

You shake your head, only able to reiterate all the things you've already told him. "This isn't the time for this."

Lewis shifts beside you then, speaking for the first time in minutes. He's had enough. His voice is calm, smooth, but there’s something sharper beneath it. Water over rocks, threatening to split the waves any minute. "If you're looking for something from her, maybe you should ask yourself why you didn’t do it when it actually mattered."

Max turns to Lewis, his posture stiffening. There's a respect between the two, but spite typically taints it. Now? No malice—just frustration, just regret. Just something ugly and old between all of you.

You close your eyes for half a second, steadying yourself. When you open them, Max is looking at you again, waiting.

But he’s always been waiting, hasn't he?

And you?

You’ve always been running. From what? you wonder now. From something real?

Something has changed. Now you're not sure if you're tired of running or just afraid of what happens when you stop.

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user1: so it was true??

user2: praying for you kelly <3

user3: 5 bucks it has to do with y/n and whatever he did when he showed up at her concert

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THREE.

The coffee shop is cozy, the kind of place you go when you want to be alone with your thoughts. You're sitting at a corner table, flipping through your phone. Doomscrolling, they call it.

It’s been a while since you last saw Max—months, maybe. His divorce from Kelly was all over the media, and yet, here you are, sitting in the same coffee shop as him. The silence is louder than any of the questions you had when the news first broke.

You didn’t expect to run into him today.

You'd also thought you were over all of it. Buried, deep down. But when his voice meets your ears, it's all coming back.

"You still like this place, huh?" Max sounds like he's been thinking about his question for a while.

Glancing up, surprise flickers across your face. "Max...didn't expect to see you here."

He stands there for a moment, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. You feel the awkward tension rising like steam from your mug.

“You’re hard to avoid these days,” Max says, his words coming out almost casually. "Guess we keep bumping into each other."

You raise an eyebrow, setting your phone down. “We never really bumped into each other before.”

Max’s lips tighten for a moment. Caught. “No. I guess we haven't."

Neither of you move. Then, Max steps forward, hesitating just slightly before sitting across from you.

“Nice seeing you. Didn't expect it to be here."

You nod slowly, unsure of how to respond. "Yeah...well, things change."

Vulnerably flickers in his eyes. You haven't seen that in a while. "They do," he agrees.

It's unfinished, this mess between you.

"I know things got complicated," Max continues. "I shouldn't have pushed you. I didn't mean to make it worse but I did."

You want to say something—anything. But the words are stuck. Everything: the kiss, the distance, all the memories you've shared. They're all under the surface, waiting for someone to make sense of it all.

Instead, you try to find your footing. "Max...what are we even doing here?"

Something like the Max you used to know. He's less guarded, less distant. "I don't know. But I don't want things to be like this. No forever."

You swallow hard. You want to respond, but there's too much going on in your head.

Max breaks the silence. Again. This time, he's more quiet. "So, what about him? Lewis?"

The way he says it makes you wonder. Jealousy? Not that, he's past that. But it's a question wrapped in old pain. He wants to know. He always has.

You lean back in your chair, letting out a soft sigh. "What about him?"

Max’s eyes are searching. "You're...close. Do you, I don't know, care about him?"

The answer isn't as simple as either of you would like it to be. There's a part of you that wants to spill out all the feelings. That you don't know. Still don't.

"He's good to me. I don't know what else you want me to say."

It's not the answer he wants to hear, but he nods anyway. "Yeah, I get it."

The past is complicated, and the present is no less so. There's a peace with Lewis. But Max...Max has a way of making everything feel unresolved.

You bite your lip, unsure if you should talk more. You want to say something that makes sense, that will give both of you the closure you need. The truth is, there's too much unsaid. Unresolved. It's sitting there, loose strings and all.

"Maybe we never had the chance to figure it out. It wasn't just about what we felt, Max. It was everything else too."

His expression tightens. Like the words aren't forming right. The old ache is there in his words, in his face. They never healed. "I was an idiot, wasn't I?" he mutters.

You shake your head, not wanting to dwell on that when he's already beat himself up for half a decade. "We were both...confused. We had different things to figure out."

You can't place the look in his eyes. "Maybe. But I was never just confused about you. I was scared of losing it all. Of losing what we could've had."

It hits you in the chest. Then, the words come out before you can stop them. "Max...we shouldn't leave it like this. I don't want to leave it. Again."

"So what does that mean?" His voice is hopeful, though he has his doubts.

It won't be the same. That's impossible.

"I don't know. We'll have to figure it out." You hesitate before taking out your phone. "Maybe we can...talk more. Not lose touch again."

A smile breaks across his face, though he tries to hide it. "That sounds good. I'd like that."

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did you like this? i wanna make a part three. it's like...closure but not completely, you know? there's still a lot for them to deal with and also lewis! beautiful beautiful lewis! messy max or lovely lewis ? 🤨

[hyperfocusfox]

So many of these comments on this post did not pass the vibe check so I wanted to add:

I am 30 and trans. (Genderfluid leans masc heavily)

I only have vague memories of the first 27 years of my life because I was so absolutely fucking horribly miserable every day of my life that my brain literally forgot it. Everything was a misery I was simply surviving.

A huge amount of being that miserable was not knowing I was trans. No joke.

And the MAIN REASON I didn't know I was trans was because my parents made it very clear from when I was a young child that they hated trans people and considered them gross and wrong and a sin against god. Very much not a 'letting your child express themself and listening respectfully' sort of environment. So I never allowed myself to even consider it as a possibility until I was outside of my parents influence. Because it wouldn't have been safe. My brain wouldn't even let me think about it.

Well all things considered how can I be so sure it was the lack of trans support making me miserable and not something else? Glad you asked. Here are some fun facts about me as a kid/teen.

I remember when I was really little and my parents stopped letting me run around without a shit on outside. And I was so confused and upset. Because my brother and my dad got to play outside without a shirt. Why not me? I didn't understand and was annoyed.

I always tried to act like one of the guys at school: climbing trees and roughhousing with people much more than anyone else. Tbh I was a bit too violent because I clearly didn't fit in and was overcompensating.

I used to be fascinated by the one or two trans kids at my school. I would watch them anytime they were around me and emotionally I ached. And I could never figure out why. And then I would have to pretend I hated them because my parents taught me I had to.

I used to watch YouTube videos of people who had top surgery and their experience with it. I would watch late at night when no one was awake and be captivated for hours. And then I would look up pictures of what people looked like after top surgery. And at that time it was much harder to find resources or images for. So I would look for hours. And then I would feel so upset afterwards and not know why. And I would pretend I didn't watch/see any of it because I felt so hurt and confused by my fascination with a topic that was supposed to be taboo.

Sometimes I would be spending time with adults and someone would share news that someone we knew had breast cancer or endometriosis. And I would feel JEALOUS. I would feel a deep jealousy. I would consider them lucky, while other people would mourn and cry over the need for necessary surgery such as mastectomies or hysterectomies. I would wish that were me. And then I would feel like a horrible awful shit person for thinking that. Because what the fuck right?

Do you want to know what it took to make me realize I was trans?

I had just disconnected from my parents and an abusive ex. It was the first time in my life I ever felt safe. The first time I was ever in a position to not be judged in 27 years of living.

And my trans friend was talking to their drunk coworker about them being nonbinary. And the drunk guy turned to me unceremoniously and said 'are you nonbinary too? Is that you as well?'

And I was literally stunned because no one had literally EVERY IN MY LIFE asked me about my gender before. And I gave the most awkward delayed stuttering reply of 'n-no. I'm a female.' It was not fucking convincing AT ALL to anyone present. Except for maybe the drunk guy who forgot he even asked the question by the time I replied. And I literally couldn't stop thinking about it. I thought about that until I literally realized I was trans.

That's it. That's all it took. Was me being in a nonjudgmental environment and for one single person to ask me my gender.

Having any freedom to explore my gender as a kid in a safe way with any amount of support from my family would have been fucking LIFE CHANGING. All the nonsurgical care approaches mentioned above would have been LIFE CHANGING for me as a child.

I still would have fumbled around for a bit trying to figure out what exactly was the right label. (Which I did as an adult anyways while feeling incredibly self conscious lol) But I would have come to the exact same conclusion years sooner with just any amount of support. And honestly it would have been less likely I made any permanent changes I regretted.

Being a full adult who had already gone through a puberty that didn't work for me made everything so much harder. All my decisions felt more pressured and more hectic because I was so desperate to lessen my dysphoria. My body was so mentally distressing to me that even while being very careful to make my decisions with the help of my therapist and my doctor it was still hard to tell what I was doing because it was what I wanted and what I was doing to just try anything to try to fix the dysphoria. (It worked out I'm good and happy with everything I decided to do.)

If I was transitioning as a kid I could have just paused puberty with blockers and then taken the time I needed to figure things out in a social setting without as much stress and crushing dysphoria from my physical body and being worried I needed to do everything right away or it was too late.

Gender affirming care is life changing care for trans people, especially kids. At all levels. The social support, the puberty blockers, the hormones, and even the surgeries. It saves lives. It keeps kids alive. We can skip whole arcs of trauma for these kids by just listening to them and respecting them and letting them figure it out. Please please please protect trans kids and their healthcare.

is it okay for a minor to go through and consent to life changing surgeries?

especially when they cannot drive, vote, get a tattoo, you think a minor has the ability to think through such a decision?

[erinwantstowrite]

Hi! Purely out of curiosity because I am always interested in people’s thoughts on the subject, how do you feel about “batcest” in au’s where the children were never adopted/didn’t meet until adulthood/etc? Any pairing with Bruce makes me genuinely nauseous, but I feel like I’m more lenient with situational stuff with the kids since they’re closer in age/didn’t grow up together in my very loose understanding of canon/not actually related/etc. (ie: I think Steph and Cass are cute together even though they’re both “batfam” members, etc etc)

please feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable! I just really love your writing and this seems to be a subject you’re passionate about, so I just wanted to know more of your thoughts. Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

anon in the nicest way possible, it's disgusting even then.

because it doesn't matter if they didn't know each other as little little kids, they are family in every sense of the word. it would be the same as two characters who are siblings having being raised in two different households as children getting into a relationship even though they knew each other later. it spits in the face of adopted families by claiming that they aren't actually family, and the people who defend batcest are hurting people who are victims of the exact dynamic that they're shipping. it's gross, like genuinely vile. knowing their canon relationship and "changing" it to fit what they want is nasty because they *had* to change it. they know it's wrong if they had to "fix" it in order to ship it. it implies that this person thinks they should be in a romantic pairing in canon, too, but they're trying to justify it to themselves.

and with Steph and Cass, Steph is a friend of theirs. she dated Tim previously and they are not related. she didn't want Bruce to adopt her, she doesn't consider them siblings. yes there is a found family dynamic but it's not the same as the others, who are not only legally family in most cases, but have considered each other family for years and years and years. they call each other their siblings. yes, even jason and tim. tim and jason are only a couple years apart, but jason is still family even if he died? tim considered himself dick's brother and his relationship with bruce was rocky sometimes but he also considered bruce like a father figure, and later on he was adopted so that was always there. they are siblings.

and in some of their dynamics, it's pedophilic dick and damian, dick and tim, jason and damian, tim and damian, even dick and jason because dick was an adult when he met jason. automatically that puts you in a spot where you deserve the deepest pit of hell. truly. i'm not religious but i hope they get their karma. i don't care if it's fictional, this reflects who they are as people in the real world and that's why i know these people are gross monsters. not to mention these people don't understand boundaries (shocker) and have and probably will again, ask me to include a batcest ship in LoF or to draw batcest for them. they have asked for peter and damian. one person claimed that peter and jason would be "cute" because of peter thinks he's cool and has "an innocence" about jason's life and what he's done. another asked for peter and dick. the blood related father and son. so it truly doesn't matter to them, i can guarantee it to you. the way i look at it, no matter which way they are shipped, you are automatically associated with the rest of them. nothing justifies it and it's wrong

and because i know someone is going to try to start an argument with me: i can't stop them from writing it. i know that. and you can scream at me until you're blue about your opinion on the matter, but i do not care and you will be wasting your breath. i am not pro cecsorship because it is a slippery slope and people will dig their claws into that. however. i can let them know that they aren't welcome on my page, i can talk about my opinion on the matter, i have every right to block them and say whatever i want. if you don't like this post, i'm telling you to block me so i don't have to take the time to do it myself 🫶

[marvelrivalromance]

Marvel Rivals has me in a chokehold so thanks for setting this blog up.

Now how about a Loki x Vanguard!Reader that always peels for him whenever he’s getting harassed by those pesky dualists and dive tanks?

GLHF with your matches and have a nice whatever time of day it is for you!

Thank you and I hope you have fun with your matches as well, and hope you enjoy this! Loki is real fun personality wise, that sort of pompous, smug, and a bit self centered at times. but because of that it kinda makes him endearing. Kinda similar to Astarion from BG3 if you know about him

• Loki is very much the type who looks down on his fellow teammates, they practically need him to survive and are constantly in need of his guiding hand to get things done. Safe to say he has a bit of a.. complex.. It's easy to hear when he groans in frustration seeing those fools leave him alone on an abandon point. Safe to say seeing a new face on the team didn't spark much confidence, he could tolerate at least another support, but no it had to be another probably meat-headed tank. His expectations are low, at least hoping for the best that you are at least some what cognoscente to stay with in sight that he could heal you so you might prevent those annoying types from getting to his actual self or his illusionary doppelgangers

• It doesn't take long for him to find himself at a nice vantage point at the start of the match, away from most of the others battling while he keeps the team alive. That is until that pesky Spider-man notices his location, the young idiot webbing him instead of his illusions due to that bothersome spider sense of his. He knows calling out for help is practically pointless when everyone else's attention is elsewhere, he could fight as best he could against this irritating bug, but Spider-man already got his advantage. Just as the punch flies toward his face, Loki watches as his opponent is slammed into the other wall, and before him stands you.

• You quickly use your abilities to defeat the enemy spider, before giving him a smile and a thumbs up before going back to the fight with the others. Suffice to say, you jumped up on Loki's list of who he prioritizes keeping alive, Even if it was a one time thing. Perhaps he was just lucky you had caught it in time or you had already been targeting the Spider-man. Then it happens again, cornered with low health by that Dreaded Hulk, only for you to step between the two and give Loki some much needed breathing room.

• Loki quickly finds himself kept alive a lot more with you on the team. You're one of the few who bother to check in with the strategist like himself. What turns into keeping you alive as priority and conveniences turns into blatant favoritism. It's easy to see how smug he gets when you save him, healing you when you take a bit of damage over the clearly more injured Iron Fist. Safe to say you've found yourself in the graces of the God of Mischief. It's hard to know if that is really a good thing or not.

• Most notice the change but are smart enough not to comment on it, rather not prod at something that is at least beneficial. You're a solid fighter, and with Loki's healing, you can stay alive even when clearly outnumbered. He preens when ever you thank him for his help. Sure others have made sure to give thanks to the God for keeping them alive as they should, But when you do it, he can't help but feel a bit more pride, he can tell you are doing it not out of keeping his wrath at bay, but because you understand his role as the true leader of the team (his thoughts of course) In turn he will thank you in a less backhanded way that he would some of the others, after all, while he might not admit it, he has become fond of you.

I imagine a few maybe interactions of dialogue might be a mix of his odd praise so to speak

"Finally, someone I know will listen to commands unlike the rest of you"

"Ah there is my loyal subject, I trust you will keep your God safe yes?"

"Your talents are wasted on these fools, tell me, how would you like to be my most trusted knight? A king is not without his royal guard"

[homelanderbutbig]

I Didn't Want You To Leave (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1433 words. Hurt/comfort, and some fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

Homelander both wants and does not want your affection, which confuses you. Inspired by a conversation with @flaggermuser.

The air is thick with tension in Vought Tower. After a recent disastrous blunder, Homelander dropped 10 points in his popularity and the backlash from the public has been relentless. A save went sour, and an innocent civilian died.

Of course he takes it personally, how could he not? He gives these people everything, and yet he makes one mistake and they toss him in the trash like a lice-infested commoner. His PR team has been scrambling to course correct this slipup, but they can only work so fast, especially with the giant supe breathing down their necks, demanding they work faster to bring his audience back.

While the rest of the Vought employees are on edge from the threat of a deadly outburst, you're probably the only one sad to see him so restless. You understand that he thrives on his public perception, and whenever there's even the slightest drop in his ratings he obsesses over why people must 'hate' him. It's a neverending cycle, one that he doesn't have the power to break.

So, you decide to try and do your best as a mere mortal to cheer him up.

You tail behind him as he storms up and down the halls, letting him feel your presence as much as possible. You do everything that you know helps calm him down, like reaching up to hold his hands and giving him hugs. Or as close to a hug as you're able, as you're as tall as his abs and can only wrap your arms around his legs.

Under normal circumstances, he'd be leaning into your touches and picking you up to immerse himself in your affections. However, today he barely even reacts when you look up at him sweetly; all you see is Homelander's stern expression ignoring you, practically without any emotion at all. You figure it's just from the stress of this ordeal, you know how he gets. And you aren't going to abandon him just because he's in a mood.

Eventually, you find him alone in The Seven's meeting room, reading over some script his PR team gave him. Still with that detached look on his face.

As you've been doing all day, you saunter up to him and hug his legs. But unlike before, something in him breaks. His eyes start to twitch and your only warning sign is the sound of paper crumpling in his fist.

"Would you leave me alone?!" he snaps, the irritation seeping through his loud voice. He backs away from your grasp so fast that you nearly topple over from his sudden absence. Steadying yourself, you gaze upward to see him looking utterly frustrated at you. You've seen his anger directed at others, but he's never looked so mad at you before. "I'm trying to figure this shit out with my ratings, and you clinging onto me like a fucking barnacle isn't helping!"

"I-I'm sorry Homelander, I'll go…" you mutter startledly, before you quickly turn around and let him be in solitude. Your heart is beating out of your chest, in a fearful way you've never experienced. You'd never seen this side of him, the side that cannot be placated until his demands are met. All he wants is to recover his points, and you're doing nothing but distract him.

From then on, you go out of your way to avoid him the rest of the day. But you start to notice as the hours go by, he keeps appearing wherever you are. Almost like he's trying to get close with you. However, you keep your distance as he asked earlier, excusing yourself from the room to give him the space he requested. You don't even take the time to acknowledge him, you exit as soon as you see the blue supersuit approaching.

It's strange though, you start to lose track after a while at how many times you keep running into him. It's like he's finding you on purpose. But he made it crystal clear to you what he wanted, so you keep walking out.

Once your shift is over in the evening, you ultimately decide to check in on Homelander at his penthouse and see how he's managed. From the gossip you've heard around the office it seems like his PR team has concocted a strategy to shift the blame off him and onto a mysterious 'supervillain' who murdered the civilian. Disaster averted, you suppose.

You assumed he'd be happy that his points will start rising by tomorrow, and everything would be back to normal between you two.

Instead, upon entering the penthouse all you see is a giant baby pouting on the couch. He looks like an absolute mess, hopelessly fighting back tears that are already running down his cheeks as he grips onto the couch cushion with both hands.

"Do you hate me?" he mumbles after some time, keeping his eyes planted on the ground.

"…What?" you ask, dumbfounded at this complete 180° in his attitude. Did he just blank out this entire day because he was so grumpy over his ratings?

"You were avoiding me…" he responds, still not looking at you.

"You told me to! You yelled at me to leave you alone, so I did," you remind him, now being the one who's becoming annoyed. First he has a tantrum over you hugging him, and now he wants your attention?

"I… I-I didn't want you to stop," he admits quietly, gripping onto the couch tighter until you hear the cushions crinkle in protest.

After a few seconds of staring blankly at his admission you sigh to yourself, probably harder than you ever have in your entire life. You're beginning to crack through another layer of Homelander's psyche. Nobody has ever told him 'no' when he desires something. He's the strongest supe in the world, no one in their right mind would willingly face his inescapable wrath. And yet, you just shut down his advances without even realizing what you were doing. Unaware of how he'd been chasing after you in the hopes you'd forget his earlier outburst and go right back to showering him in love.

He's emotionally stunted, incapable of understanding why you're mad at him when he gets angry at you. He just expects you to come back afterwards.

Carefully, you climb up onto the oversized couch next to Homelander, who finally decided to actually look at you with his red puffy eyes. In a rare occasion he appears to be terrified, apprehensive of what you're going to do next. In any other scenario it would almost be funny, considering even sitting down you're only eyelevel with his chest. You still have to crane your head up to even see this colossal man scared of someone so small in comparison.

"Come here," you relent, patting your thighs.

He swallows hard, rapidly blinking as he takes in your words. To be honest he's a little surprised that you're seemingly forgiving him, and genuinely too. There's nothing in your body language that emits any anger over his actions, or fear of repercussions if you don't indulge him.

Carefully, he adjusts his body to lie down in your lap, his large head taking up more space than your legs have room for. Regardless, you don't waste any time in running your fingers through his hair. His anxiety dissipates the longer your tender touches encompass him, scratching his undercut in a way only you know he loves. The craving for affection he's been consumed by has completely been sated.

"Next time, if you want me to give you some space, I don't mind doing that. But if you want me to come back later, you can't yell at me. You have to treat me with respect, and I will respect you back," you explain patiently. You can't be irate at him for very long, you know how he is. But you just want him to have an understanding with you, that he can't do this to you anymore.

He simply nods at your request before nuzzling himself further into your chest, closing his eyes as he lets his remaining stress go. Feeling your tiny hands dancing along his scalp is so intoxicating to him, it's moments like this that he can forget how inhumanly large he is, when he can ignore the rest of the world and bury his head into your lap, submersing himself in your heavenly scent and heartbeat.

He'll try better next time. He doesn't want to get mad at you like he did today, he can't deprive himself of these precious moments ever again.

[fuck-customers]

tw/cw: mentions of self harm (near the end)

tldr: im literally about to quit because i'm being used, essentially

i feel like an asshole (and probably am one) but isn't it real funny how i'm literally the only one at work who's never called out, never requested days off, covered everyone's shift when someone can't make it (at least once i didn't, but that's only because i didn't see it. i was asleep all day that day) but god forbid i call out because of inclement weather, suddenly people are out of town and can't make it or their phones are off and they pretend like they can't hear them ringing.

i apologize that i live an hour away, but there's literally a thick sheet of ice on the roads and i can't fucking make it. i am quite literally spinning out going ten miles an hour. it took me 30 minutes to get back up a hill to get back home. you have no reason to get pissed at me for it because i'm not the one controlling the weather??? and if i can't make it again today what's gonna happen???

like i'm putting my two weeks in. my mom and aunt agreed that i should, because she's not taking my safety into consideration and i've done nothing but cover for other people. nobody else is called in because someone calls out. it's always me. the one who lives over an hour away, no thought process taken, when there are two other people who both live within five minutes of the facility. one of them has a daughter (who's 9), and while i understand she needs to take care of her, she calls out so consistently that it's unfair, at this point. i love her to death but it's genuinely not fair at all how our boss is allowing this. she's also giving her all our guaranteed weekends, and she's (ie my boss) making her situation our problem, when it shouldn't be.

i'm also being used just to work holidays, because they KNOW i won't say no because of my car payment. i'm being overworked and i'm burning out so bad and i've only been there for four months. i literally am considering hurting myself just to be able to not go in. and it's been a long time since i've had ANY sort of ideation.

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[rosinkreutz]

Category 5 Rambling Alert:

If I were writing the Strive story mode, I think I would have had the conflict with Jack'O sacrificing herself to destroy I-No be that only one of the personalities got destroyed and not both... I don't really know why they did it the way that they did tbh, because if both Aria and Jack'O were destroyed, then that's unequivocally bad. But if it's presented as a choice between them, then that's actually in line with the internal conflict of her realizing she's become her own person that wants to live and not just a disposable vessel.

Like, Jack'O would be say "No... This body was made for you... You're the one that Frederick and Asuka want..."

And Aria responds: "This isn't about them... It's about you..."

And they go back and forth until the end of the story.

I-No is ascended, and then instead of Jack'O going to try to defeat her first, Sol does the bit with the Outrage laser pretty much immediately while the others distract her. Except this time, it actually is killing him for real since he doesn't have the FOC anymore. Jack'O is desperately trying to get him to let go of the trigger, saying like, "You can't die! Don't you want to see Aria again?!"

Then Sol says something to the tune of "Have I ever called you Aria?"... He looks at her with so much love and closes his eyes (expecting to die).

But then... He comes back into consciousness and looks around, confused... He sees one of Jack'O's minions sitting where she was, holding a piece of the now broken Outrage. It waves at him and goes "Bye-Bye!" (like in the game), then disappears- to which Sol looks up in shock just in time to see Jack'O hurl herself into I-No to sacrifice herself instead.

About this time Asuka is also waking up (passed out after being turned into a book) to see the same thing, and they both shout and try to stop her.

Time freezes around Jack'O once she reaches I-No. She looks to see one of Asuka's mecha hands just inches away from her back, and Frederick in the middle of trying to stagger up into a run. Here, she talks to Aria one more time, and Jackie finally says something like "I guess I just didn't realize it before... Or I thought it was just your feelings tricking me... But I think I feel... No... I know I really, really love him!"

She finally lets Aria take the SOJ to destroy I-No.

And then she and Sol reunite and hug and what not...

Then a little later, Sol and Asuka have their final confrontation (which is mostly Asuka getting mad at Sol for not wanting to kill him anymore- itd be the first time seeing Asuka show any intense emotion). Afterwards, Jack'O joins them but before anyone can say anything, she just completely decks Asuka and knocks him to the ground. Immediately, she kneels down beside him and apologizes profusely, saying that Aria had asked her to do it before she destroyed herself.

Asuka looks very solemn and understanding (and in pain), but then Jack'O says "But she also wanted you to know that she forgives you..."

At this point Asuka is clearly just barely, by sheer willpower alone, not shattering into a million sobbing pieces. He goes on to reassure her that even though she didn't fulfill her original purpose, he'll always be so proud of her. It ends with the three of them watching the sunrise over a beautiful sea of clouds. That's my vision anyway.

Wait one more thought. The outro credits are shot like they're going around the world checking up on people (maybe like its following a bird? Raven?), and then at the end it starts zooming way, way out and takes us to the moon. Many quiet shots of a desolate Tír na nÓg... Finally, we reach Asuka, sitting alone in a big empty room meant for hundreds. He looks longingly at the Earth through one of the massive windows and says to himself, "This really is the loneliest place in the universe..."

Aimless, he wanders around (very large hallways to make him look even more small and alone) until he enters the main area with that weird floating piano. He gets it to land and absentmindedly starts testing the keys... Then, after a moment of hesitation, he plays the first notes of Freesia, which segues into the song as the screen cuts to the last of the credits.

Then it ends for reals.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

ahhh i read all of your works they are so good. also may please request a "how can you still trust me after everything i've done" with an fem!reader with either 🩺 and/or "i've never met someone as infuriating as you and i can't stop thinking about you" with ⚔️? thank you so much! have a good day!

Hi @beachaddict48 ! Here's the second part of your request! I do hope you like this one! Thank you for asking!

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Trust

Word Count: 4934

Tags: fem!reader; modern world AU; mafia; blood; threats; torture; slight angst;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: Doflamingo thinks Law is betraying his trust, and what better way to make him confess than by torturing you?

Notes: Ooff, I feel like I need to really get to these requests, but everytime I start to write one I go: oh well, I'll keep this short, around 1k words, or so... IT'S NEVER SHORT! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this, even though I'm so not happy with the ending...

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“He's not going to give you what you want, Doflamingo. He's not a traitor, you're just wasting our time.”

You have only been in Donquixote Doflamingo's office once. That one time, you noted the opulence of such a room. The tidy desk, the vintage whisky bottles in the corner, some more expensive than a car, the sleek, glistening leather of the chairs. You also noticed that the room exuded something other than opulence: danger. You didn't quite know why, apart from the presence of the man who owned it, but the air was thick with it. 

But now you know. 

The ropes binding your wrists seem to get tighter by the second, your heart pounds against your chest in such an erratic way that you're almost positive the blond man can hear it. The leather chair has been replaced by a cold metal one, with plastic beneath its feet. At first, you didn't understand why he needed the plastic, but once he took out his knife, it all made sense. 

Doflamingo doesn't want to make a mess in his office. 

And it seems you're about to become one. 

“See, that's where you're wrong, princesa. In my book, the time spent setting out a trap to catch a rat is time well spent.”

Doflamingo caresses your cheek with long, cold fingers. His crimson eyes glint behind tinted glasses, and the mixture of the sweet scent of his cologne and the metallic tang of your blood makes your stomach churn with revulsion. 

“Law's not a rat.”

“We'll see about that.” He straightens, his lips curling into a thin smirk as he opens the door to his office to let his nephew in. “Come in, Law. I have a surprise.”

You stifle a gasp behind your teeth, your wrists twisting instinctively as you try to reach your boyfriend, to touch him. The effort only makes the rope’s bite harsher. The plastic beneath your bare feet sticks to them, the blood trickling down your leg, creating swirling patterns and tiny pools. 

Law's golden gaze falls on you, and you see it. His control silently slipping. It's something quite small, barely noticeable, but it's there. It's in the slight clenching of his jaw; it's in the way he opens and closes his hand; and it's definitely in the flicker of anger that flashes in his eyes as he directs his gaze back to his uncle. 

“What is the meaning of this? Why is she under questioning?” At least his voice still carries its edge and calm composure, though you, who know him like the back of your hand, can detect the barest trace of hate. 

“Oh, but she's not, Law. You are.” Doffy's chuckle is low and unnerving, his chest trembling slightly as he places his hand in the pocket of the trousers of his perfectly pressed pink suit. 

“I'm not following, Uncle.”

Law shifts, his gaze searching yours again, a shadow of pain darkens the gold, and you take a deep breath, trying to smile through your suffering as to reassure him. He's assessing your wounds, but Doflamingo was merely playing with you before: a slash on your leg, a shallow cut on your arm, a trickle of blood on your collarbone. Law takes it all in, his throat bobbing up and down as he tries to steady his own breathing. He needs to be strong for what's to come. 

“You see, Law, it has come to my attention that I am being betrayed. Someone is spilling my secrets to the police, and we can't have that, can we?” You focus on the glint of the knife tapping against Doflamingo's chin, using the rhythmic motion to try to steady your uneven breathing. 

It doesn't work. 

“I'm going to assume you’ve exhausted all other options before deciding that I should be the one under scrutiny and my girlfriend the one under torture?” He can't disguise it now, even though you know he's trying to stay controlled, you can hear the growl behind his words, the leashed anger, ready to snap. 

“Believe me, Law, I wish it weren’t like this.”

You know Doflamingo is a master deceiver, but the way he delivers his words almost makes you believe he actually regrets this. 

With a heavy sigh, the intimidating Donquixote steps closer to you, and each tap of his expensive shoes sounds like another nail in your coffin. 

“I trust you, Law.” You whisper. 

-*-

It was a freaking deluge. The rain was pouring nonstop, the light and blissful pitter-patter having turned into heavy, merciless drops in mere seconds. Your hands held your purse above your head, trying to shield some of the relentless rain away as you rushed to find shelter. 

You heard it before you felt it. The screeching tires, the wet sound of soaked concrete. And then blinding pain as you were hit before collapsing on the ground. 

Everything hurt, and you barely registered as the car drove away, its driver giving no thought to what might happen to you. 

You remember thinking this was how you would die. Having a lifetime of regrets and barely a handful of life achievements. 

This was how you'd go. 

“Hang in there, help is on the way.” His voice sounded distant, but it was so measured and gravelly that it managed to ground you enough for you to focus on his eyes. 

The most hauntingly beautiful eyes you've ever seen, an amber light in the darkness that enveloped you. 

“Am I going to die?” It wasn't fear that brought up the question, it was deep-seated regret. 

“Not on my watch.”

And he was right. He didn't let you die, he helped you before the ambulance arrived, disturbing the rain with its blinding lights and filling the night with its echoing sirens. 

But all you could hear was his voice, and all you could see were his eyes. 

-*-

The tip of the knife presses against the hollow of your throat, Doflamingo's fingers hovering over your pulse point, feeling how scared you are. 

Little does he know, you're not frightened for your life. 

It's Law's life that worries you. 

“Stop this, Doflamingo. I'm not the one you're looking for.” Law's voice trembles slightly, and you hope his uncle blames it on his anger rather than on him being on the verge of confessing. 

“Sadly, I don't believe that. And I also know how much you care about your little charity case here.”

Law bares his teeth as blood starts dripping from the small puncture wound on your neck. You lock eyes with him, silently pleading for him to be strong. 

“You do know what I do to traitors, don't you, Law? It doesn't even matter if they're family or not…”

Law's breath shudders as he closes his eyes, and you know he's reliving the worst moment of his life: the moment his other uncle, the man who raised him, who made him believe in love again, was murdered in cold blood right in front of him. 

And how that broke him. 

“You're unstable, Doffy. Deranged and delusional.”

Doflamingo removes the sharp tip from your skin, and you let out a deep breath. But then, his fingers grip your hair as he pulls and tilts your head back with enough force to draw tears, the knife now resting horizontally against your throat. 

Yet you don't release a single sound. 

“Ohhh, I'm so much more than that, Law!” His cackle is maniacal, and the grip on your hair tightens. “I'm insane! But I have a reputation to keep and a business to maintain. I will not tolerate traitors!” He says it with such rage that you can feel drops of spittle hitting you in the face, making you flinch. “Are you the traitor, nephew?”

“He's not.” You answer for him, too afraid he'll let his heart take over and confess just to save you. 

“Shut up!” Doffy growls and yanks on your hair, making you gasp as the knife digs into your neck, crimson droplets spilling out and marring your collarbone. “I'm not talking to you, princesa.”

Law takes a step towards you, and you can see how coiled-tight he is, every movement restrained and controlled. 

“Doflamingo…” There's danger in Law's voice. The type of danger that would make lesser men flinch in fear and hesitate. But not Donquixote Doflamingo. 

He revels in it. 

“Just say the words, Law. Either prove me wrong and make me proud, or prove me right and be the same disappointment my brother was.”

Tears gather in the corner of your eyes, your heart clenching at the pain Law must be feeling. You can't let him say anything. 

You can't let him die. 

“Law, I trust you!” There's not much more you can say. 

You hope it's enough. 

-*-

“I can never trust you again, Law! I thought we were becoming something. I thought you were the one. I just… I never expected you to have so many secrets.”

You had been dating Law for almost a year, had practically moved into his flat. You loved him, and though he had yet to confess the same to you, you knew he loved you back. He was a man who showed his love with actions rather than words. 

But these actions spoke louder than any words ever could. 

“Are you going to explain what this is?” The high pitch in your voice almost made you flinch, and you could see your own hand trembling as you pointed to a wad of money, a burner phone, and a gun. All things you had found hidden in the back of a cabinet while looking for treats for Law's dog, Bepo. 

Law lowered his gaze, looking defeated and ashamed, two things you would never associate with him. 

And it nearly broke you. 

“I don't have a good explanation.”

“How about the truth, then?” 

Law groaned as he took a seat at the kitchen table, gesturing for you to do the same, only to be met with a huff and your arms crossing in defiance. 

“My uncle belongs to the mafia. Owns it, actually. All sorts of shady businesses you can imagine.” He chuckled darkly, a laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes. “And then some.”

“And you?” You couldn't believe what you already knew to be true. Law was a doctor, he saved lives. He couldn't be taking them as well. He couldn't be part of this. He couldn't. 

Your eyes fell back on the gun, on the phone, on the money… 

“I…”

He didn't seem able to say anything else. And you had heard enough. You would never be able to trust him again. 

-*-

“I trust you, Law.” You hope he understands. He can't say anything. Not even if Doflamingo kills you. Law needs to be strong. 

Law grinds his teeth, his eyes locked with yours, burning with fury and determination. You smile at him. He's so strong. 

“I am not the traitor you're looking for, Uncle, but maybe I can help you find them. When you release my girlfriend and stop hurting her.” He takes a step towards Doflamingo, and you see the way his hands flex, like he wants to grab the man and yank him away from you. 

Doflamingo pauses for a moment, his grip loosening slightly as he seems to be lost in thought.

“It's not enough.” He whispers as he finally lets go of your hair. 

Law releases a breath and you gasp for air. 

Then Doflamingo stabs the knife into your shoulder, the blade coming down in a deliberate, arching motion, puncturing your muscle with a sickening sound. The pain is blinding, like nothing else. It radiates down your arm in waves, turning everything too bright and seemingly far away. The wound’s shallow and the knife doesn't seem to have hit anything critical. It’s meant to taunt, not kill. 

You taste blood as you bite your tongue to keep from crying out. You won't give him the satisfaction but mostly, you don't want Law to lose control. 

“Fuck! Doflamingo, stop this nonsense immediately!” Law takes a step forward, determination setting his pace as fury takes hold of him, but Doffy simply uses his other hand to reach for the gun on his back and point it at Law. 

“You stop right there, Law.” Law grunts and halts. You take deep, ragged breaths as your eyes focus back on him, on his gaze, on his pursed lips, and on his clenched jaw. 

“I'm fine…” You stutter. The knife still stands on your shoulder and you're bracing yourself for another wave of blind-hot pain when Doflamingo decides to pull it. 

“You're brave, little girl.” Doffy seems annoyed. “Not. One. Scream.” He emphasizes each word with a slight twist of the knife, and you can't stop the tears. Frankly, it's a miracle you're holding back your screams. “Are you going to speak, Law?”

“I fucking told you all I had to tell you, already! I'm not the one you're looking for! Release her, fuck!”

“You're lying!” Doflamingo shouts, his nostrils flaring in anger as he pulls the knife away from your shoulder, and you finally let out a scream. 

Law calls your name frantically, an urgency in his gaze and you force your head up to look him in the eyes. 

“I'm fine, I'm fine, Law. I'm fine.” You manage to sputter between deep breaths. 

“FUCK!” Law kicks the chair in front of him and it rolls twice before hitting the desk and stopping. He's clearly seeing you're not fine. “Let her go, now!” He takes another step forward and Doflamingo clocks the trigger of the gun, the barrel still pointing straight into Law's head. 

The shiver that assaults you doesn't come from the blood loss. The small whimper that leaves your lips doesn't come from the pain. The tears marring your cheeks aren't for yourself. 

And Doflamingo knows all of this. 

His laugh starts slowly. A low rumble behind your head that crescendos to a manic chuckle, then to an outright insane cackle. 

“Oh, this is precious. This is so good!” Law's hands clench into fists, and he sways unevenly, both wanting to lunge forward and stop your bleeding and forcing himself to stay still so he doesn't anger his uncle anymore. “I've been doing this all wrong.”

Then he steps away from you, sidestepping the plastic so he doesn't get blood on his expensive shoes. Your breath comes out in shallow gasps, each one making the pain in your shoulder travel through your arm in painful throbs.  

Yet you have no time to consider whether the blood you're losing will kill you, because Doflamingo places one arm above Law's shoulders, the gesture familiar and taunting as he smiles at you. 

“She's very brave.” He says, pointing at you casually with his gun. “And you're a tough nut to crack.” He tsks as he turns his head towards Law, one finger pushing against Law's temple. “I can torture her all night, and she'll barely scream. And you're wound up so tight, she could be on her deathbed, and you'd still be in control of your emotions.”

Law's gaze never leaves you, and you're sure he's watching as you wince every time you breathe, as your breaths grow shallower and shallower. 

“Now, what happens if you're the one being tortured, Law?” The barrel of the gun presses against Law's temple, and your breath hitches, your brows furrowing tightly as you trap a gasp. “You won't scream, I know that, but look at her. Look at your little princesa. I bet you don't even need to scream for her to spill all your secrets. Am I right, mi querida?”

You stay silent, lips pursed and eyes locked on Law. 

“I trust you with my life, Law.”

-*-

“Please, just hear what I have to say.”

“You have said enough, Law.” A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you tried to close the door to your flat. Law’s foot remained wedged between the door and the doorframe, and you pushed further, not caring if you hurt him or not. “Oh, no, wait. You haven’t said anything. You didn’t deny my accusations, which, in a way, was worse.”

You stopped trying to close the door on him, the gesture futile because he was stronger than you. Lacing your arms around your body as if to shield you from his lies, you took two steps back, expecting Law to burst inside your house. Yet all he did was pry the door open, his hands resting on the doorframe as he slumped his shoulders, his head falling forward in such a defeated way you struggled to keep your heart in check. 

“That’s why I’m here. I want to explain it all to you. But I need you to be ready to listen to me.”

“Have you killed people, Law?”

His sigh was soul-shattering, and you gasped, hands flying to your mouth as tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't know him, you didn’t know him at all!

“Can I come in?”

A ragged sob left your lips as you turned your back on him. “Fine.”

You didn’t turn to look at him, but you didn’t have to. The soft click of the door told you he had entered, but his presence always seemed to overwhelm everything else in the room. He hovered near you, yet he didn’t touch you or push your boundaries.

“I never killed anyone. But I never did anything to save them either. So, in a way, I’m an accomplice to those deaths.”

You could almost hear regret tinging his words. He sounded bitter, wounded, and grieved. But was he? 

“How many deaths?” His silence should tell you all you needed to know. “How many, Law?”

“Too many to keep track of.” 

You lost strength in your legs, your trembling hands finding purchase on the nearby table. No more trust, no more love. Could everything be over just like that? 

“Just… please, listen to what I have to say.”

You didn't answer him. But you didn’t stop him either. Instead you took a seat at the table, your head bowed down so as not to look into his hypnotizing amber eyes. 

He had already told you how his family died and how he was raised by his uncles. But he had never told you that his uncle Doflamingo had killed his own brother, Rosinante. You heard every word that Law decided to share with you, trying hard to keep your emotions at bay because you found it hard to hate the man you loved so much. Especially when he was baring his heart, his pain to you. 

He shared all about what his uncle did, the drugs he sold, the people he threatened, the high-profiled VIP’s he kept in his pockets, ready to be played like puppets on a string. Then he got into detail about what he did in the organization. And though he never killed anyone with his own hands, he had tortured and maimed enough to be haunted. 

“Why?” You asked, getting up and ready to throw him out of your house, out of your life for good. Even if you loved him with every fiber of your being. “Why are you still working for him when you know everything he does is evil?”

You watched as his throat bobbed up and down, his hands fidgeting with his phone: a burner phone.

Then his eyes bore into yours, and you couldn’t look away. Not when pain was so evident in them, but that was not what held you trapped in his gaze. It was hope.

No… it was…

“Because I’m spilling all his secrets to the police. I’ve been gathering evidence against him since he killed Cora. I’m going to bring him down, destroy his empire, destroy his mafia, destroy him.”

It was revenge.

-*-

“Trust? Trust is such a wasted sentiment, cariño.” Doffy chuckles before leaning in and whispering into Law’s ear. “She trusts you, Nephew, but do you trust her? Because I don’t. What I trust is that she will spill every little secret she holds dear to her heart once I start hurting you.”

“You wouldn’t!” You cry, using your outburst to release some pent-up pain from your shoulder. 

“Wouldn't what? Hurt my own family?” Another maniacal laugh escapes his lips. “You don’t know me at all, princesa.”

Then, without warning, he points the gun at Law’s thigh and shoots.

It all happens too fast, yet somehow, it replays slowly before your very eyes. The sound of the shot still rings in your ears as Law doubles over in pain, his cry trapped between pursed lips and clenched teeth. The smell of blood mixed with gunpowder is intoxicating and dizzying. 

You can’t bear it.

“STOP!” You scream, thrashing against your restraints as Doflamingo kicks Law’s other leg, causing him to kneel on the floor with a dry thud. “Leave him alone, don’t hurt him, please!”

“Look at the mess you’ve made me cause.” Doflamingo seems disappointed as he looks at his pristine carpet, tainted with the blood of his family. “I love it when you beg, princesa, but that’s not what I want to hear. Spill your secrets.”

-*-

“I can’t do this. He’s going to find out. He suspects already, and if he so much as thinks I’m the one behind it…” Law’s hands cupped your face, his eyes weary as they searched yours. “I haven’t hidden you well enough. He knows you’re my weakness. He will come for you, and I can’t–”

“Law…” You placed a hand on his chest, feeling the irregular drumming of his heart. “Oh, Law, you’re doing the right thing. Don’t doubt yourself. You’re so close! He won’t find out, don’t worry.”

Your lips found his, and he groaned, pulling you against him in a desperate embrace. “I can’t lose you, I can’t. I… God, I love you.”

You thought you had loved before, but the way your heart somersaulted, the way your breath hitched as you tried to breathe, was proof enough that you had never loved as deeply as you did Law. 

“And I love you, Law.” You held him close, your hands tangling in his hair, trying to brush away his feelings of fear and insecurity. “I trust you. You’re doing the right thing. I trust you, Law.”

He sighed, pressing his forehead against yours, his hands tightening on your waist, pulling you closer to him. “How?” A low grunt escaped his lips and he nuzzled his face against your neck, inhaling your scent. “How can you still trust me after everything I’ve done?”

You smiled against his chest, raising your arms to envelop his neck.

“You’re a good man, Law. I’ve known that since the day you saved me instead of leaving me to bleed in the middle of the street. I see it in the way you help people at the hospital, I see it in the way you want to bring justice for Cora. You’re kind, good, whole. I trust you with my life.”

-*-

“Are you going to talk, or should I shoot his other leg?”

Law grunts, ripping the fabric of his jacket to tie it around his thigh, stopping the blood but not the pain. 

“Maybe I’ll just skip to the head and get this over with. If I kill him and the treason stops, then I was right, if it doesn’t…” He shrugs. “Oops.”

“You’re sick!” You spit, your eyes searching Law’s. He shakes his head softly, a silent warning for you to remain silent, but you’re not strong enough. You know you’re not.

“Nobody fucks with my business!” Doffy shoves the barrel of the gun harshly against Law’s head, and you cry out again for him to stop. “And Law should know that better than anyone!”

-*-

“How much longer? Don’t they have enough proof already? What more do they need?” You paced the kitchen, back and forth, hands wringing against each other as your breathing came out in irregular gasps. 

“They say they’re almost ready. Almost.” Law typed away on his computer, his fingers detailing Doflamingo’s latest business. He was using a burner laptop, something that couldn’t be traced, and it was hiding in your flat.

“Almost is not soon enough! Doflamingo is breathing down your neck already. How long until he suspects something? I can’t… Law… what if he kills you?” Your voice broke, and you heard the chair scraping against the floor before Law’s strong arms wrapped around your body, trying to tether you and ground you back. To keep you from spiraling.

“Almost, love. We’ll be free. Soon. Trust me.”

-*-

“You have three seconds, doll.” Doflamingo’s voice sounds dangerous, unhinged, and maniacal. You sob, locking eyes with Law again and shaking your own head. You were never strong enough for this.

You will never be able to live without him.

No matter how selfish that may sound.

“One…” The barrel presses harder against Law’s head. “Two…”

“I love you.” Law whispers as you cry harder, your head falling forward and your shoulders wracking with heavy gasps, not even the pain radiating in your shoulder is strong enough to stop the tears.

“Three.” 

“It was me! It was me! It was always me, not Law! Don’t kill him, don’t! He didn’t know anything about it!”

It’s desperate. It's a hollow lie. But maybe he’ll buy it.

“You?”

“She’s lying! We don’t know anything about it!” Law rages, trying to move, but Doflamingo grips the scruff of his jacket, forcing him still as he steadies the gun against Law's head.

“Well, fuck me.” Doffy states. “Guess you’re going to have to die, then, princesa.”

“No! It’s not her!” Law thrashes and you whimper. 

“Is it you, then?” Doflamingo lowers his head, his lips hovering near Law’s ear. “After all I’ve done for you, after what I’ve taught you, after I’ve raised you? This is how you repay me?” You can't quite discern if what you perceive in Doflamingo's voice is disdain or disbelief. Either way he's upset. And he's taking it out on Law. 

“It’s not him!” You keep pleading, but neither of the men are paying attention to you now. “Doflamingo, listen to me. Leave Law alone!”

Law turns his face to the side, facing Doffy, the most unhinged and satisfied smirk spreading on his lips, even as sweat beads fall from his temple down his face. “It was always me, Uncle. I've wanted you behind bars ever since you killed Cora. I carried on the mission he started. I finished it.”

It’s clear Doflamingo was expecting that confession, but he still looks taken-aback. His smirk turns quickly into a scowl as he bares his teeth. 

“I hate you, Doflamingo. I loathe you with every fiber of my being. And you will rot in prison like the vermin you are.”

Doflamingo straightens up, his throat bobbing up and down as he fixes his glasses and suit. 

“Not before I kill you, dear Nephew.” He sighs heavily. “This was quite the disappointment. Go on, then, go meet my dear brother.” He raises his gun again, the barrel pointed directly at Law’s head and as he speaks, you know he’s addressing you, even though his eyes are locked with his uncle’s.

“I have no regrets. I would do it all over again.”

“Stop… stop… please… anyone… please…” You plead, your chest hurting, your vision blurring. You can’t lose him, you can’t. “Law…”

The bang is deafening. It reverberates around the space, clinging to the room like thick fog. You don’t have any more strength to cry, to shout or even to speak. So you close your eyes, tears dropping in an endless torrent.

It’s over.

It’s all over.

You just hope you’re next so you can meet Law in the afterlife.

…

……

………

“Open your eyes, love. Let me see your wounds, you’re bleeding too much.”

“Law?” It can’t be. “Law! What happened?” You look around the room, Doflamingo is sprawled on the floor, a bullet wound in his forehead, blood dripping in a very thin line and tainting his blond locks. 

“A sniper, I’d guess. The window’s shattered and I heard screaming outside. The police must be storming the place. They’ll find us soon. Keep still.”

But you can’t. You want to hold him, hug him, find out if he’s real. 

“Untie me, Law!” With a soft chuckle he presses his forehead against yours for a second before kissing the same spot and untying your wrists. You don’t mind the sharp stab of pain that travels through your arm or the swell in your chest as you hug Law tight against you.

“You did it, Law. He’s gone. He’s gone.” You manage to say between sobs and kisses.

“He should’ve spent the rest of his life in prison, but I’m not going to complain. You’re alive, love.”

“You’re alive.” You sigh, cupping his cheek in your bloody hands. “I knew my trust wasn’t misplaced. I love you.”

“I love you too.” And when you kiss it's like the world stops spinning, the commotion outside the room disappears and the pain ceases. All that exists, all that matters is Law. And the way he completes you. 

There was a time where you had a lifetime of regrets and yet you had barely lived. Now you have faced death and the inevitability of living a hollow life without the presence of your other half. You've found the person that makes everything worth it and you helped him in his quest for justice and righteousness.

You've lived. 

And you have no regrets left. Only trust.

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THE WICKED DIE ALONE

ɞ Someone like Y/N Kent has to find her true self, not just with the strength of a hero, but by walking the fine line between the light and darkness within. Because at the end of the day the wicked die alone. And for Y/N to die alone means all of humanity dies with her.

| Richard Grayson x Fem!Reader | chapter 2

Warnings: bl!!d, k!lling, mental health, slightly jason todd x reader, smut, english is not my first language.

Chapter 2 | Chapter 1

Even as a child, I felt that my power was not something ordinary. When I was scared, excited, or saw something bad in my dreams, the purple energy surrounding me would often erupt uncontrollably. This power would sometimes lift the objects around me into the air, and sometimes it would turn into a wave of energy that even my father could barely suppress. This was only the surface of the powers growing within me, and as I grew older I found these powers becoming more complex and intense.

The first serious incident happened when I was six years old. It was the time of the big hurricane that hit Smallville.

I was just watching out the window when my grandmother warned me not to go out. The sky was black as coal and the wind bent the trees. I could hear farm animals screaming. My heart was beating too fast to fit into a small cage in my chest. Purple energy surrounded me as I clenched my hands into tight fists.

And then… the hurricane changed direction.

Did I do it voluntarily? No. But I released my energy in panic, and it changed even nature's direction.

What happened next was scary. The tornado headed out of Smallville. But it didn't stop there. It moved further away, to a larger town. I didn't even realize what I had done until it was shown on the news the next day. Although no one was injured with the help of the heroes, hundreds of people were left homeless.

“Did I do this?” I asked my father.

He held me in his arms, ruffled my hair, and gave me an evasive answer.

I was only six years old. But that night, I learned that my power could not only be a gift, but also a curse.

As I approached adolescence, my powers became more intense and complex. Now I not only had purple energy shields, but I could also influence the thoughts and emotions of the people around me. I could change the atmosphere in a room, often without even realizing it.

This situation caused problems, especially at school. One day, my own emotions spiraled out of control when I heard my friend yelling angrily. A wave of energy exploded in the classroom and books and pencils flew into the air. When such situations occurred in the laboratory, the results were even more annoying.

"Dad, why am I doing this? Why am I scaring people?"

I had so many incidents like this that I stopped counting. This was just the surface of the power growing within me.

And as always, my father would hold me in his arms and speak in a soft voice. "Y/N, these powers are a part of you and it can take time to control them. Everyone makes mistakes. I understand, these powers scare you, but you can control them. I know that. Just breathe and feel them. Don't be afraid to accept your powers as a part of you."

And he was right, When I turned 15, I was finally starting to take control of my powers. I was on patrol in Metropolis with my father and Kara. I was saving people and protecting the city. As I realized how great my powers were, I learned to channel them better. But the real problem started when I turned 17.

I was having dreams.

At first it was ordinary things. I saw a man fall on the bridge. The next day I learned on the news that the same bridge had collapsed.

Then I saw worse things.

I could see past and future events. One night I was watching children die in the middle of World War II, the next night I was seeing an assassination plot planned against a random politician.

When I turned 18, I started having other people's worst nightmares. While Bruce Wayne's parents were being murdered, I stood at the corner of the street like a ghost, watching the whole event. And I couldn't do anything.

One day "Sometimes writing is the best way to sort through the confusion you're feeling," Lois said to me and gave me a notebook. Since then, I have been writing down even the smallest dream I had.

And tonight I was a spectator who came to watch the acrobats at the circus. I knew exactly where I was. I knew exactly what would happen.

But I couldn't stop it.

So, as I sat in my seat, I waited patiently for the Flying Graysons' show to begin. Amidst the applause, they stretched out their hands. They smiled. And then… the acid-soaked ropes broke.

I was there and couldn't do anything.

As screams flew through the air, the small figure next to the blood-covered couple broke all my stamina. As soon as I got up from where I was sitting, I started running.

I stood in front of him as all the pain of the little body left behind filled my mind. His face was laced with shock, but that didn't mean there weren't any tears flowing. Even though I reached out to wipe the tears from his ocean blue eyes, my hand passed over his face as if it were just air.

"Y/N?"

I started to shake. "Dick?" This time, although I tried to touch his shoulder while muttering, he passed through me as if I were a spirit while he was being carried away from the scene.

"Wake up!"

"Dick!" I shouted this time.

"Y/N, wake up!" As I woke up screaming, this time the blue eyes looking at me belonged to my father, not Dick. It was like I wandered into the spirit world. As I took deep breaths, my father adjusted my pillow and encouraged me to sit up a little straighter.

"Are you okay?"

I took the a glass of water he offered me. My throat was in knots. "Just a dream, just like any other."

"What did you see?" I raised my eyebrows when he asked. It almost made me laugh when he asked me what I saw, as if I hadn't screamed Dick's name.

"I know." he smiled. The notebook Lois gave me was sitting next to my bed. My father looked at it but didn't say anything.

For a while we both did nothing but sit in silence. And finally I couldn't stand it and got out of bed. I didn't want to sleep any more tonight. I was still in my pajamas, but thanks to the wave of purple energy surrounding me, I was now in my costume.

"Y/N." My father warned. He didn't like me patrolling alone, but I wasn't a 15-year-old kid anymore. I was 22 years old and had gone on dozens of missions alone. While Superman was away, I prevented many events in Metropolis and saved hundreds of people.

"I need this. I'll be fine, you don't have to worry." I said and after looking at his worried face for the last time, I jumped out of the window and disappeared into the lights of the city.

I needed to see someone.

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