#TV Power Supply Parts

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[servantofthefates]

5 Simple Traditional Spells

1) Spell to Forget a Nightmare

To help another person forget a terrible nightmare, ask them to relay it to you in detail.

As they do, write it down as a narration on virgin parchment using any kind of marker. And then finish it off with, “Dullix, ix, ux” — as if you are writing, “The End.”

Roll the parchment up, and tie it with a lock of hair taken willingly from the dreamer. Then bury the parchment in a flower garden.

When you ask the dreamer about the nightmare the next day, they will have forgotten it entirely.

2) Spell to Make Someone Dream of You

Put on the same sleepwear for three nights in a row without washing it in between.

With your right hand holding the scissors, cut out a fabric from this garment in the shape of your left hand.

Secretly, place this fabric inside your target’s pillowcase. As long as it remains there, the person will dream sweet dreams of you every night.

While it may sound like a love spell, this is actually something parents do to keep their child from having nightmares.

3) Spell to Weaken an Enemy

Acquire a dead but fully intact frog. Feel free to check out your local science projects supplies store.

Call the frog by your enemy’s name as you throw it in a pot of water. Watch it boil. Do not for one second take your eyes off it until it is cooked.

Place the frog on a dish. As you remove every bit of its flesh using your bare hands, imagine yourself stripping your enemy of their strength.

Observe your enemy’s weakened physical, emotional or mental state as soon as the next day. How long it lasts will depend on the strength of your intent.

4) Spell to Prevent a Gun from Firing

The weapon has to be visible from where you are standing. I tried this at a firing range, with the shooter aware of my intentions.

When the shooter is ready to fire, stare at the weapon fearlessly as you recite once, enunciating clearly: “Pax. Sax. Sxrax.”

Either the weapon will jam by itself, or another incident — a power outage, a fire alarm, a phone call — will stop the shooter from firing.

The spell lasts for less than a minute. It does not damage a weapon permanently.

5) Spell to Keep a Person Inside a Room

Just once, without anyone seeing you, put a consecrated needle through any part of your target’s clothing — quickly, in and out.

As long as both you and the needle are inside the room with the target, he or she will be unable to leave.

As soon as they touch the doorknob, they will suddenly remember a story they want to tell you… feel thirsty and ask for a glass of water… or decide to stay and watch TV.

Make sure you discard the needle afterwards and never use it for any purpose again, magical or not.

Yes, these spells are considered "simple" in traditional witchcraft, where the amount of physical, mental & emotional effort a witch puts in, helps activate the spark.

[kokomyass]

JJK Characters ☆ That time of the month...

JJK x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: swearing, crack

featuring: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna

synopsis: in which, the jjk men are out buying you supplies for your period, some with more experience that others....

notes!: in sukuna's part, he is true form and has like a kinda palace thing going on yk....

a/n: thought of this idea, liked it and wrote it!!! I hope you enjoy 💜🍇💜🍇

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Gojo

"Heyyy babe....so about those pads you wanted me to buy....you kinda failed to tell me that there are pads for every colour of the fucking rainbow!"

You had to use all your will power in you to not start laughing at Satoru through the phone, which would consequently lead him to hold a grudge.

"Satoru, I told you to get the ultra maxi pads with wings, remember? How difficult is that?" you nagged as you heard a frustrated groan through the phone.

"Well which colour is that? Cause there's no way I'm reading allat-"

"Gojo!!" you didn't usually call him by his first name it was an easy way to show your annoyance.

"Okay sorry!! Well, Y/N, there are like 5 different ultra maxi pads! How the hell am I meant to know which-"

"Satoru, with wings."

You heard the line go silent as you heard rustling assuming he had picked the pad up.

"So...um I found it....I'm gonna get myself out of this aisle because thanks to you I embarrassed myself in front of all these experienced women."

All you can do is giggle at Gojo's dramatic ass.

Nanami

You hear the door to your house open as you lay in bed curled over from the pain your cramps are giving you.

You hear your husbands soft footstep approach your bed as you open your eyes slightly to see him bent over cupping your face careful not to wake you up to violently.

"Hello sweetheart, how are you feeling?" you hear his deep, smooth voice whisper out.

"Well...I feel like shit, but now that your here I wanna cuddle with you. It'll make me feel better."

Nanami chuckles as he sat on the bed, extending his arm out to let you cuddle with him.

"Just to let you know, I went out to buy some night and day pads, tampons just in case your in the mood to use them and your favourite snacks to keep you going. They are all here if you need." Nanami said, as he gently brushed your hair as he felt you squeeze tighter.

Nanami looked down as he heard sniffling later realising you were crying after looking down at your face.

"Honey what's wrong? Did I miss something?" Nanami's heart dropped.

"No, the absolute opposite. You always get everything right. Nanami, have I ever told you how madly I am in love with you?"

"Frequently."

Geto

You had sent Geto out to do some period shopping and by that you meant shopping for pads/tampons and snacks.

When you were on your period, you were EXTREMELY snappy and emotional. This time of the month was one Geto feared all the time. One small thing could make you flip out.

"Hey babe! I'm home!"

You were sat on the couch wrapped in blankets as you watched TV.

"I got your stuff babe, snacks, pads and all..." Geto placed a kiss on your head before sitting next you. You took the bag from him searching for your favourite sweets.

"Thank yo-...Where are my skittles, Geto?"

Geto's heart dropped. He had completely forgotten to buy that and he regretted his life choices, but it was too late because you had already started crying.

"Ughh, I really wanted those skittles...why do you always forget Geto!" you sobbed angrily as Geto pulled you apologising profusely.

"I'll go out and buy more baby....I'm sorry...."

"NO. I WON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE!" you shouted at Geto as you stood up angrily walking to you bedroom as Geto sighed letting his head fall back on the couch, choosing to let you come to him in your own time.

Time Skip

You had guiltily shuffled out of the bedroom and sat next to Geto leaning into him as he let out a sigh of relief.

"So, you feeling better??"

"Yeah, sorry babe....I overreacted. My favourite sweet isn't even skittles..."

Toji

"So babe, what size is your pussy again?"

Toji was a man with no shame and clearly no brain. He went out to get pads for you forgetting to ask what type you needed.

"Wh- Toji!! How many people are in that aisle!?" You heard Toji chuckle at your very valid question, given what he had just said.

"Princess, listen, that doesn't matter right now. Just tell me your fucking pussy size."

Before you could scold Toji and maybe educate him you heard another woman's voice through the phone.

"Um sir, just to let you know you are rather loud...and pad sizes are based on the amount of flow not-"

"Did I ask?" Toji spat.

The woman's mouth shut as she spluttered trying to say something back before Toji diverted his attention back to you.

"There is like ultra large....do you want that cause I know how big-"

"Toji don't you dare finish that sentence. Just get me large ones please...and for the record it is based on your flow, so you had no right shut that poor woman down like that."

"I call it what I want to call it, and that's pussy size."

Choso

You currently had a stuttering Choso on the phone who was clearly pretending he wasn't embarrassed.

You had sent him out to get some snacks, hinting that it was your time of the month but you didn't ask him to get pads or tampons fearing it would be too much for him to handle.

"So....um...Y/N, do you....erm do you want me-"

"Choso, baby, please spit it out." you giggled at how flustered he was as it wasn't a common occurrence.

"Do you need...pads...?" he whispered the last bit so you could barely hear.

"What was that?"

"...pads...." you had made out that he said pads.

You let out a loud laughter that could be heard through the phone, shown by the fact Choso was hushing you.

"Y/N, stop laughing! Yes or no? If yes, what type?" you could tell he was trying to be vague.

"Choso you are so cute, yes I would like some please can I have some night pads? I have enough days ones."

"Okay! I got this....okay see you and love you!!" he cut the phone after chanting to himself that he had the power to pick one product off an aisle.

All you could do was chuckle and feel warm at how much he cared for you...even if it was embarrassing for him....

Sukuna

You were giving Sukuna his daily massage in his throne room despite your cramps from your period. You didn't want to tell Sukuna that you were on your period because whenever you did he became a bit too overprotective in a murderous way....

However the cramps were unbearable.

"My Lord...May I be seated?" Sukuna's head whipped around and looked up and down your body before nodding slightly, tapping his leg indicating for you to sit there.

You sat down on Sukuna's crossed legs resting your head on his broad chest as you sighed squinting your eyes at the pain.

Two of Sukuna's arms were wrapped around your waist whilst the other two were on the floor. He tighten his grip on your waist as if he knew you were experiencing pain.

Suddenly a sharp knock was heard at the door.

"You may enter." Sukuna's gruff voice sounded out.

"I have the pads and tampons and foods you requested, Lord Sukuna." Uraume entered with a box placing them at your feet. Leaving promptly.

"It is your time of the month, is it not?"

You eyes widened as you looked back at him to see him looking down at you.

"Y-Yes my lord...how did you know?"

"I keep track in my own manner." you didn't even bother to ask how that was.

You knew Sukuna wasn't exactly the loving type, but you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck.

"Thank you, my Lord!" he places one of his hands on your back not saying a word just letting out a huff. After a while he mumbles out.

"It's alright woman...."

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a/n: I hope that was good and all those true form sukuna fans out there hmu 😜

love you!! 🍇💜🍇💜

[blubberquark]

Auto-Generated Junk Web Sites

I don't know if you heard the complaints about Google getting worse since 2018, or about Amazon getting worse. Some people think Google got worse at search. I think Google got worse because the web got worse. Amazon got worse because the supply side on Amazon got worse, but ultimately Amazon is to blame for incentivising the sale of more and cheaper products on its platform.

In any case, if you search something on Google, you get a lot of junk, and if you search for a specific product on Amazon, you get a lot of junk, even though the process that led to the junk is very different.

I don't subscribe to the "Dead Internet Theory", the idea that most online content is social media and that most social media is bots. I think Google search has gotten worse because a lot of content from as recently as 2018 got deleted, and a lot of web 1.0 and the blogosphere got deleted, comment sections got deleted, and content in the style of web 1.0 and the blogosphere is no longer produced. Furthermore, many links are now broken because they don't directly link to web pages, but to social media accounts and tweets that used to aggregate links.

I don't think going back to web 1.0 will help discoverability, and it probably won't be as profitable or even monetiseable to maintain a useful web 1.0 page compared to an entertaining but ephemeral YouTube channel. Going back to Web 1.0 means more long-term after-hours labour of love site maintenance, and less social media posting as a career.

Anyway, Google has gotten noticeably worse since GPT-3 and ChatGPT were made available to the general public, and many people blame content farms with language models and image synthesis for this. I am not sure. If Google had started to show users meaningless AI generated content from large content farms, that means Google has finally lost the SEO war, and Google is worse at AI/language models than fly-by-night operations whose whole business model is skimming clicks off Google.

I just don't think that's true. I think the reality is worse.

Real web sites run by real people are getting overrun by AI-generated junk, and human editors can't stop it. Real people whose job it is to generate content are increasingly turning in AI junk at their jobs.

Furthermore, even people who are setting up a web site for a local business or an online presence for their personal brand/CV are using auto-generated text.

I have seen at least two different TV commercials by web hosting and web design companies that promoted this. Are you starting your own business? Do you run a small business? A business needs a web site. With our AI-powered tools, you don't have to worry about the content of your web site. We generate it for you.

There are companies out there today, selling something that's probably a re-labelled ChatGPT or LLaMA plus Stable Diffusion to somebody who is just setting up a bicycle repair shop. All the pictures and written copy on the web presence for that repair shop will be automatically generated.

We would be living in a much better world if there was a small number of large content farms and bot operators poisoning our search results. Instead, we are living in a world where many real people are individually doing their part.

[kismetlotts]

-`♡´-Johnny mummy issues Mactavish x afab femreader

cw: mummy issues, “good boy”, reader praises johnny, marriage, control kink?, “mama”, blow job, male thigh humping, accidental boners, male masturbation, blow job, mentions of food and diet

Johnny mummy issues Mactavish who’s mother kicked him out when he was just a teenager. Johnny mummy issues Mactavish who was used to sleeping on his mates sofas and wearing mucky clothes until his shitty part time job could give him enough money to buy anything else. Johnny mummy issues Mactavish who lived off of junk food, and unhealthy leftovers friends had in their fridges until he was old enough to join the military.

They took him, gave him a room with his own bed and supplied him with basic necessities. Providing him with a home to live in for however long he needed. Until you walked into his life.

Your stunning body which wasn’t stereotypically perfect in any way shape or form, the natural curves of your hip dips and the small hairs on your arms. Your hair slicked back or out of the way, greasy some days and cleanly washed others, always with minimal makeup on. You were his kind of beautiful.

He approached you quickly and over time the two of you fell in love, getting married after a few years surrounded by friends and relatives. Johnny had mentioned to you before about his childhood and his mother kicking him out and you offered nothing but your support him.

He’d explained to you how he didn’t know how to care for himself and that his mother was never strict with her rules when she did care, to which you had great sympathy for. However nothing prepared you for what marriage life was like living with Johnny, and maybe that was your fault for believing the military might’ve changed how he can care for himself.

He’d lounge on your double bed for most the day, playing his video games on your shared bedroom tv, despite you asking nicely if he could help with chores. You decided to wait it out and see if he would eventually get up and help out but after about three days you lost your shit, bursting into the bedroom with a laundry basket on your hip.

“Off.” Was all you said and Johnny nodded in your direction mumbling something along the lines of ‘in a minute’ and ‘one second’. You closed your eyes for a moment attempting to calm your annoyance and think of a different approach but was left with none. After a few seconds you were already walking over to his console and running your finger along the edge before pressing in the power button. His controller hit the duvet on the bed as he exclaimed, baffled by your actions.

“What was tha’ for?” He raged, his hand pointing at the screen, your eyebrows raised as you shook your head. Nearly throwing the laundry basket infront of him, crossing your arms and looking down. Johnny couldn’t help but notice your nipples pointing through the baggy grey t-shirt you’d thrown on. You inhaled, walking over to the curtains and pulling them open, the sunlight shining in and you turned around again to face him.

“Pick up all your clothes and take it through to the washing machine, then you can play your games.” Johnny looked up catching you ass swaying as you walked out the door, shutting it and getting on with the day. He reflexively sat up in surprise but instead of anger, he felt his dick swell and throb.

Something changed in the way he saw you that day, he didn’t just see you as a wife, a lover whom he can own a home with and help tidy and care for it when he was needed. You were more of a motherly figure. He would do what you asked him to do, to the best of his ability and wait for you to notice, your praises sending him crazy with lust.

He’d wash, dry and fold the dishes up for you, patiently waiting until you notice. Your eyes widening in surprise with a loving and contagious smile spreading across your lips.

“Awh Johnny! Did you wash the dishes for me? What a good boy you are.” You’d coo into his ear as he pushed you against the counter. His pulsating cock, leaking precum all over your thigh as he rutted against you, whimpering in your ear.

“Really mama? Am I really?”

On days where he worked at home, looking into files or information on his computer, you’d walk into your little home office as quiet as you can. Placing down a glass of water and a plate of pastries to help him focus. Giving him a soft kiss on his forehead before turning and heading for the door, pretending not to hear the little grunts and rustling of his clothes as he began to stroke himself shamelessly.

It wasn’t only chores you’d help either, you’d help him with his diet. Being so used to awful junk food made him start to neglect the good dietary items which he needed. He ate a lot of carbs and protein which was good for keeping fit and energy at work, however when it came to foods such as vegetables and fruits, he was lacking in them. When you served him them he’d always save them last, groaning snd whining as he moved his food around on his plate.

“Do I have too, mama? I just don’t like veg!” He’d ask. His eyes looking down at you, on your knees underneath the table, lips only centimetres from his cock while your hand fisted it tightly. You’d nod and watch as he picked up a few pieces of broccoli, a grin spreading onto your face as you watched him place them in his mouth. Mimicking him by sucking his tip until his hands grab hold of the table. Innocent eyes looking up as I lick along his chubby veins.

“Come on big boy, just a few more for me and i’ll let you cum anywhere you want.”

[rayslittlekitten]

Can I?

A/N: Okay y'all. It's here, it's done. Y'all voted on this a while back and it was a bit challenging as I made the mistake of starting to write it with Will in mind so I had to make adjustments, but I think I figured it out. Thank you so so much to @musings-of-a-rose for taking a look at this for me. You are a doll!

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 6,033

Pairing: Benny Miller x BFF! F! Reader

Plot: A night of unexpected events occur when you and your best friend innocently test out sex toys you had drunkenly purchased for shits and giggles.

WARNINGS: This is the first fic I am NOT including warning tags because I don't want to spoil anything. There's nothing typically potentially triggering like dark stuff (i.e. CNC) but still I wanted to keep it a mystery going in. SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Your friends were supposed to watch the fight with you tonight but they had bailed with some excuse or two except for your best friend. You thought that his brother would at least still be joining as they usually do everything together - like you wouldn’t be surprised if you found out they hold each other’s dicks while the other pisses - but it’s just going to be you and him tonight. Instead of going to the bar like originally planned, you both decided to pick up a case of beer and hang out at your place. It’s cheaper and less crowded. 

There’s a rap at your apartment door and you go to open it. As expected, it's your best friend with the supply.

“Hey, Benny! Just in time!”

"Hey, you got a package," Benny says as he hands you the beer. He bends down to pick up the small brown box off the floor by your door. "What did you order?"

"I have no idea what that is," you reply as you make your way over to the kitchen to stick it in the fridge. "I don't remember ordering anything. Where does it say it's from?"

"The return address just says Warehouse, in Ohio," he replies, inspecting the non-descript package and following you further into your apartment after shutting the door behind him.

He hands you the cardboard box before taking his jacket off and making himself at home. You rip open the package and after seeing the contents, you laugh out loud.

"What's so funny?" he asks, walking closer to you.

"This was a drunk purchase. I totally forgot about these!" You reach in to pull out the items and show him your new purchases.

"What are those?" He looks perplexed.

“This one is a vibrator I keep seeing on Instagram, but it's supposed to be like, amazing," you answer.

"How the hell are you supposed to use that?" He takes one of the packages from you and inspects it, looking at the pictures on the box.

"Well, one way you can use it is you insert this side into your pussy and this part is supposed to sit on your clit," you point and explain to him. "It also comes with a detached remote so someone else can control it.

"I don't know if that's a terrible time or a great time."

"The vibration is supposed to be very powerful but quiet," you add. "Supposed to be discreet. They try to sell it by showing women supposedly wearing it in public under their clothes without anyone apparently knowing and their partner has control of it and she's like losing her shit."

"I'm curious now."

"For science!" You declare as you snatch the package from him. You start opening it up and pull the contents out. "Shit, it needs AAA batteries. TV remote!"

You head to the living room and he follows you. You take the batteries out of your TV remote and shove them into the new toy. After turning it on, it buzzes lightly in your hand, moving subtly.

"Let's see how crazy it can get." You start playing with the buttons until it goes up to the highest setting and Ben's eyes get wide as saucers watching it flop around in your palm, practically jumping out of your hand.

"Jesus Christ!" Benny hops back.

"Yeah, now imagine that between your legs."

"I'm not sure I want to. Looks like it would scramble all the sperm inside my balls. Besides, I don't think it was made for my body parts," he points out.

"You just don’t have an imagination," you jab. "Hmm, should we test drive it?" you suggest as you shut it off.

“What do you mean?" he asks curiously.

"See if the hype is real," you answer. "Especially that other one." You point to the other toy that's still in its package.

"That one's supposed to feel like your clit is actually getting sucked on."

"I didn't even know such toys exist," he confesses. 

"There are soooo many sex toys out there, you don't even know. Why don't you go get us some cold ones while I figure these out?" you suggest.

"You really wanna do this?” He checks again.

"Yeah, why not? It's not like we have anything else better to do except watch two grown men beat each other up," you state. “Come on, this isn’t any different than the time we accidentally found Will’s porn stash and you got a boner.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t jerk off.”

“You totally did. Not in front of me, but you were not discreet when you snuck off to the bathroom with one of his magazines to ‘take a shit’,” you look at him knowingly.

“Okay, fine,” he shrugs and adjusts his forward-facing cap. “You have a point.” He heads back into the kitchen to grab some beer.

When he comes back with two opened bottles in hand, he finds you reading the manual and reviewing the other toy.

"So how exactly are we testing these?" he asks, settling down next to you on the couch and taking a gulp of his beer.

"Well, I'm not gonna stick it down my pants if that's what you're thinking. Would that be too weird?” You scrunch your nose while looking over at your best friend who looks just as clueless.

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking. It ain't going down my pants. No amount of alcohol is gonna get that to happen."

"Okay, I didn't think this through. I mean, I guess we can just test it on our arms or something," you shrug cluelessly, thinking of the first thing that comes to mind and then going back to the manual.

"How would that work?" Benny asks as he takes the remote sitting next to him, inspecting it.

As you begin to answer, he starts randomly pressing buttons and you shriek, jumping in your seat. Benny also jumps back, spilling some of his beer as he reacts to your sudden outburst.

"What the hell?!" He looks over to you.

You instantly reach for the vibrator that happened to be sitting between your legs, snug against the front of your pants and toss it at him. Benny tries to dodge it like it's a dead cockroach, but it lands on his lap and he immediately launches himself off the couch. The vibrator continues to bounce around the cushion of the couch until Benny finally shuts it off.

"What the hell was that, man?" Benny looks over at you.

"It was between my legs when you turned it on, you ass!"

“Well, what the hell was it doing there? You said you weren't gonna test it that way."

"I wasn't! It just happened to be there while I was reading on how to operate the other one. Why'd you turn it on?" You shoot back.

"I don't know what the hell I'm doing!" He shouts. "This shit is like rocket science! How do you women even use these things?"

"Men use them too," you correct him. 

“Well, clearly I never have," he admits and returns to his seat, flicking the vibrator towards you to make room for himself.

"You're such a prude. It's not like I was wearing it," you say, grabbing it away from him.

"I'm not a prude! You freaked out so I freaked out." He takes another gulp of his beer.

"Whatever," you mumble, still feeling a bit flustered and embarrassed by what had happened. You turn your attention back to the other toy. 

"Wait, you've never used any sex toys before?" you shift your attention back to him.

"Nope," he shakes his head.

"Not even with a partner?" You raise a brow.

"Well, one time this girl wanted to make things interesting and suggested a dildo, but it wasn't for her," he starts. "She wanted to stick that up my ass and I was not about that. Especially not after what I had for lunch that day."

"Aww, no peggy for Benny?" you exaggerate a pout.

"Hey, you should think twice about who you're poking fun of.” He shows you the remote in his hand and turns it back on, spooking you when the vibrator goes off between you and Benny.

"Okay, you're having too much fun with that." You reach over to grab the remote from him but he moves it away from your reach. 

You lean in further, but his long arm prevents you from getting access to it. At this point, you’re practically climbing on top of him. 

“You’re right. This is fun,” he laughs.

When you get close, he transfers the remote to his other hand so you shift yourself but lose your balance, landing back on the still-on vibrator. You shriek and Benny laughs at you. He turns the setting to the highest as you try to get away from it in your awkward position.

"Benny! You can't just go from 1 to 100 instant—" You finally roll off of it and give yourself a moment. With your eyes closed and teeth digging hard into your lower plump lip, you try to get yourself together.

“Are- are you okay?” Benny asks as his laugh dwindles. “Did you have an orgasm or something?” he jokes.

“No…” you start. “But maybe I almost did - maybe!”

His laugh finally dies, but a smirk remains on his face.

“Seriously?!” His eyes grow wide, turning his body towards you.

“That toy is no joke,” you point to it still wriggling on the couch. “And now I really wanna know what it can do.”

Benny shuts it off and his eyes shuttle between the toy and you.

“Uh… like, now?” He questions.

You stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating. 

“That would be weird, right?” You ask with a squinted eye. “Never mind, forget it—”

“Have at it,” Benny interrupts. “Now I wanna see what this thing can do, too.”

“Really?” You ask with a raised brow, surprised.

“Yeah, like you said, what else is there to do? For science!” He brings up his beer bottle to celebrate it.

“Dork,” you chuckle, snatching the toy.

“Also, maybe I can learn a thing or two from it,” he replies. “Not that I need any help in that department, but I’m always open to learning new things,” he adds.

You roll your eyes.

“Hey, I’m a fighter and a lover. And I’m great at both,” he winks. 

“Are you done stroking your own ego?” You look at him, unimpressed.

“I’m sorry. Yes, you can go on to stroke yourself,” he answers, trying to keep a straight face but ends up cracking a smirk.

“You’re so dumb,” you roll your eyes again and try not to crack your own.

“But I gotta be the one in control.” He holds up the remote in his hand.

“Benny-“

“I may never have the opportunity to ever do this again,” he says. “Besides, isn’t it what makes this fun? Someone else controlling it?”

You stare back at him and think about it.

“Okay, fine, but-“ you point a finger at him.

“I promise I won’t go from zero to 100, okay? Scout’s honor.” Benny brings his three middle fingers up.

“You weren’t a boy scout,” you point out.

“Fuck you. I was one for like a month,” he corrects you. “So are we doing this or what?”

“Turn around,” you tell him.

“What? I can’t watch?”

“Not watch me put this on. Turn around,” you repeat.

He rolls his eyes and turns his whole body around so the back of his head is facing you. You keep an eye on him as you wrangle your jeans and slip the toy inside you until it fits snug. Benny takes a sip of his beer as he waits patiently. He hears you fumbling around and finally you tell him he can turn back around.

He turns to face you and he looks confused.

“What?” You ask him.

“You have it on? Under your jeans?”

“Yes. I wasn’t gonna let it all hang out willy-nilly,” you tell him. “If you don’t believe me, turn it—“

Before you can finish your sentence, Benny flips the switch and you seize up. He can’t hear it, but your reaction confirms you have it in. He watches you as you stay still and quiet for a few moments.

“Can I up the speed?” He asks.

“Is this the lowest setting?” You calmly shoot back.

“Uh, yeah I think so.” He looks down at the remote to see if there’s any indication.

“Okay, go up one notch. One!” You glare at him.

“Okay, here we go.” He turns it up and you twitch.

You start shifting around in your seat until you feel the vibrator is in optimal position.

“How many speeds does this thing have again?” You ask out loud, reaching for the instruction manual and scanning it. “TEN?”

“Well, here’s number three,” Benny says as he ups the speed.

“Ben— ohhhhh…” Your scolding got cut short when the vibrator starts to really hit the right spots. 

The tip of the dildo part tickles your g-spot as the outer part flickers over your clit. You close your eyes and bite your lower lip, trying to concentrate and keep your composure.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you mumble.

“Uh… how are you doing?” He asks, not sure what else to do.

“I’m… “ you freeze up for a quick second and then relax, letting out a heavy breath. “Jeeeesus,” you hiss.

Benny remains quiet as he watches you slightly gyrate against the couch. You close your legs together and cross your knees, trying to recalibrate yourself for the ideal position. He notices your breathing has gotten heavier.

“Higher?” He asks quietly, afraid to interrupt your flow.

“I’m already slipping all around,” you answer without opening your eyes, almost forgetting you aren’t alone.

“That’s not a no…” he points out.

Your teeth digs even deeper into your lower lip as you contemplate whether you want to chase your impending orgasm or not. You hate that at the current setting, it’s only enough to edge you and need a bit more to get you over the top. 

“Okay,” you finally say. “Do it.”

Benny takes it to number four and you yelp instantly.

"Oh my god," you start giggling. "This is fucking crazy!"

Your thighs tightly clamp together and your back arches off the couch. You throw your head back as your jaw drops open, letting out a silent scream. Your hips rock against the vibrator, trying to get to the finish line.

"I'm not gonna lie. This is getting me hard."

You open your eyes and glance over at him to see him palming the front of his jeans and rubbing himself through the denim as he watches you trying not to lose your shit.

“How close are you?" he asks.

You feel your face get really warm all of a sudden. His baby blues pierce your eyes and you're suddenly feeling more vulnerable than you already are, like you just got caught doing something you shouldn't be doing, but at the same time, it’s kinda hot seeing Benny turned on watching you to the point where he’s quasi-touching himself. Noticing your state of shock, he amps up the vibration and you let out an uncontrolled moan.

"Oh, fuck!“

Your hips buck off the couch as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. You continue to moan as you ride the wave and try to catch the next one, grinding down on the couch. You don’t even care how silly you might look to Ben right now. All your focus is what’s going on between your legs. Suddenly the vibrator gets stronger again.

“Ben, stop! It’s too much!” You shriek.

You’re relieved when the torture stops, but it also feels odd as you feel the residual buzzing between your legs.

“So… how was it?” Benny breaks the silence. “Was it all your hopes and dreams?”

You take a moment to yourself to process the experience before answering.

“This shit is… I don’t think I ever want to experience the highest setting on this thing,” you tell him. “This thing is like a torture device. It feels like I pissed myself.”

You turn to look at him as you catch your breath and you’re reminded that Benny’s having his own fun with this, bringing you back down to earth. He scoots a bit closer to you with his hand still over his crotch. This new tension is clearly mutually felt as you both stare at each other, waiting for the other person to say or do something first. Your eyes ping pong between his face and his crotch, which he is still lazily rubbing.

“So uh… what now?” Benny asks, licking his lips. “Round two?” he brings up the remote still in his hand.

“N-no! No, no! Don’t you dare-“ you reach for the remote again, but he pulls it back behind him.

You chase after it, lunging towards him and end up getting right in his face.

“Benny!” You try again, but pause when you catch him staring at you, his face no more than a few inches away from yours. 

It may be the post-orgasm bliss or the awkward position you both found yourselves in, but you’ve never noticed how easy on the eyes your best friend is. He swallows hard as his eyes scan your face.

“Can… can I kiss you?"  he asks suddenly, leaning in and nudging your nose with his, testing the boundaries.

You lick your dry lips and swallow as you glance down at his mouth, seeing it slowly closing the distance. He ghosts his lips over yours, stopping short of actually putting it on yours, waiting for your permission. You answer his question by closing the gap, slotting your mouth over his.

He kisses back, gently at first, matching your energy. When you slip your tongue into his mouth, he cups your face and returns the gesture. You’re both now devouring each other as he turns his body towards you to get into a more comfortable position, adjusting himself to accommodate the bulge in his jeans.

You both continue to make out with more urgency. Benny’s hands start cautiously exploring your body, placing a hand on your waist at first. It wanders down to your hip and he gives it a squeeze. Your own hands start roaming Benny’s body, touching his hard chest first. His warmth is welcoming, making you twist your body and lean into him. Feeling bold, Benny’s hand wanders to your thigh, his fingers brushing the inside, but far from your wet patch. 

“Can I touch you down there?” He mumbles between kisses while moving his mouth to the side of your face and down your neck.

“Wha-“ You let out a loud sigh when you feel his soft wet tongue on the side of your neck, shivering when he grazes a sensitive spot.

“Can I touch you down there?” Ben repeats, pulling back, his lust-filled eyes looking down into yours.

His fingers barely scrapes your inner thigh, but you feel the jolt of his touch travel up to where the vibrator is still sitting.

“Please?” He squeaks out as his fingers travel up higher and his breathing gets heavier, matching yours.

Even though the vibrator isn’t on, it still brushes against your clit every time you shift and it’s only making you want Benny more, to help you get some relief. Even though you’ve already cum, you are hornier than ever right now.

You simply nod before capturing his mouth again. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hand cupping you, rubbing small slow circles with his fingers. Your hips twitch when he drags his middle finger up and down the thick seam of your pants that’s pressing directly down the center of the outer part of the vibrator which is sitting directly on your clit. He’s barely putting any pressure, but you’re hypersensitive right now and it feels like torture. 

Now impatient, you start undoing your pants, trying to quickly get them off. You break the kiss to take a few seconds to focus on ridding your jeans. Benny watches you as he palms himself again, touching himself like he did with you. When you finally get your jeans off, tossing it over the couch, you reach into your underwear to remove the bane of your current existence - the vibrator. Without much effort, the vibrator basically falls out of you. It is drenched in your arousal, a thin sticky string still connects you to it. 

It made an audible noise when it slipped out of you, as did Benny. Before you can discard the very used toy, Benny’s hand is back on you, his fingertips teasing the band of your underwear. He keeps dipping further and discovers how slick you really are.

"Jeeeeesus Christ, you weren't kidding. That shit got you so fucking wet," he comments while teasing your opening, slowly dipping his fingertip in, putting light pressure against it but it took no effort to penetrate you.

An audible squelch can be heard when he enters a second finger. You moan, feeling his thick fingers filling you and stroking you inside. He’s definitely reaching places the vibrator couldn’t. He hums watching your face distort when he pushes in further.

Your hand grips his strong forearm, feeling his veins raised and his muscles flexing underneath your palms as he pumps his long fingers in and out of you. The tip of his tongue darts out and licks the corner by his upper lip as he starts curling his fingers up, reaching for that soft spongy spot at the roof of your vagina. Your legs open up wider for him as his fingertips rub your g-spot over and over again. Your senses are heightened watching him watching you with darkened eyes. His thumb starts rubbing your clit as he massages your g-spot and it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to peak. You rock your hips against his fingers as your muscles continually clench and release over his fingers. 

"Holy sh-shit," you tremble, feeling the aftershocks.

He pulls his fingers out, dragging them over your clit along the way, making your body twitch at the sensitivity. 

“I think I made you cum faster than that toy did,” he jokes.

You crack a half smile but you don’t have the brain power to conjure up a verbal response. After a shared moment, he leans in to give you a quick peck on your lips. As he gets up off the couch, Benny takes his cap off to adjust the position of it, switching it backwards before settling between your legs. 

The front of your thin cotton panties are completely drenched through. He can see your outline as the damp fabric clings to your puffy lips. 

“Can I taste you?” 

His puppy eyes peek up from between your legs. Your brain is mush so you simply nod.

He bunches the top of your underwear in his hand and yanks it up, causing it to brush across your clit. Your hips twitch and as he continues to rub the fabric over you, seeing your reaction to it and drawing out the tease. You moan and gyrate your hips when he puts his mouth between your legs over your underwear.  He laps up your juices, licking and sucking as he continues to tug at your panties taut against your dripping cunt, putting pressure on your sensitive nub.

"Ben…" you pant as you push his cap off and run your fingers through his messy dirty blonde hair.

His scruff brushes the insides of your thigh as he continues to eat you out. You gasp when you feel the tip of his tongue breaching your opening, forcing your underwear aside and exposing your core. He puts more pressure with his tongue, slipping in deeper inside you and tasting you. Your hips start rocking against his face, but his tongue can only go so far. He shifts his attention to the swollen bud a little higher, scrunching your panties aside. He circles your clit with the tip before pressing the flat of his tongue and then his mouth over it, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks hard. Your thighs clamp around his head and his eyes focus on your face as his tongue continues to play your clit like a fiddle. He grips your hips and holds you down.

“F-fuck…” your breathing becomes irregular as your orgasm builds.

With his mouth still attached to you, he slips his finger inside you to try to find that spot again. You thrust against his face when you feel your third release breaching. Benny intensifies his sucking and fingering, feeling you clench around him. You cry out when the dam breaks and you convulse around him. He doesn’t stop until you still. As you’re coming down from your high, body slouched from being spent, he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean.

“So you wanna try that other toy now to see how it compares to the real thing?” He asks as he stands up and wipes his mouth.

He was right about him not needing any help in the bedroom department. You can barely form words right now. Never in a million years would you think your best friend can eat pussy like an expert. Taking from his brother who he regularly competes with, he always strives to be the best in everything he does, but this is on a whole different level. And now he wants to use another toy on you? You don’t think anything can top what he just did to you.

"W-what?" you ask cluelessly, still recovering the most mind blowing oral sex you have ever received. 

Your eyes follow him as he reaches for the suction toy to show you. He tries to figure out how to turn it on as he kneels down, returning between your legs.

"You gotta help me out here--"

He's suddenly interrupted when you grab his face and smash your lips against his, tasting yourself. He abandons the toy somewhere and moves up to the couch next to you. You reposition yourself to straddle his lap as you continue to make out. As your hands wander down to the buttons of his jeans, he grabs your ass, squeezing them in his large hands. 

When you successfully get his jeans undone, he lifts his hips and helps you pull down his bottoms until he springs free. You look down and reach for his thick cock, warm and soft to the touch. You jerk him as he’s already hard as a rock. Your thumb brushes the underside of his head.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

Now it’s your turn to torture him. You slide off his lap and on to the floor, kneeling between his knees. Once in a comfortable position, you grab his length, licking a trail from the base to the tip, maintaining eye contact the entire time. When you get to the top, you wrap your lips around him, wetting the head a bit before inching down to taste the rest of him. Your tongue swirls around his smooth and salty skin, lubricating him as you bob up and down.

“Shhhhit…” He throws his head back against the couch.

Feeling frisky, you try to deep throat him and he grasps within arms reach whatever he can as he groans. He looks over when a hand grabs something unfamiliar to him. It’s the vibrator and an idea comes to his mind.

“Wait,” he reluctantly stops you.

You pause and see him holding up the vibrator.

“Put this on while you suck me. I think it’ll be fun.”

You look at the vibrator for a moment and then back at him.

“I promise I won’t put it so high,” he reassures you.

“Fine,” you agree and you take it from him and slip it inside you, orienting it the right way. “You try anything and I’ll bite your dick off,” you warn, drawing a small chuckle out of Ben.

You get back into the position you were in before and put your mouth back on him. As you go back to sucking him, you yelp when Benny turns the vibrator on at a low speed. The noise you made sent a delightful vibration down his cock, making it twitch. He turns it up a notch and your hips move against the vibrator. You start moving up and down on him a little faster, stroking the base where your mouth can’t reach. You deepthroat him again until you gag, but you keep on going, sending your spit dripping down his cock and lubing him up.

“You look so fucking hot,” Benny pants.

His breathing is getting more labored. His hips jerk up and he places a hand on the back of your head. He’s not putting any pressure, but he fists your hair. He doesn’t pull on it, just moves with you as you fuck him with your mouth. You start quickening your pace feeling the vibrator getting stronger, trying to match it. Feeling the beginning of an orgasm forming, you rock your hips and suck him harder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you.

Not changing your rhythm, you watch him come undone as he pops in your mouth. He thrust into your face as his moans echo in the small space and grasps the remote in his hand, accidentally jumping it up another level, but it’s what you needed to push you over the edge. You grind against the toy as you moan with him still deep inside your mouth. He spills out of the corner of your mouth as his hips slow down.

When he stills, you suck him clean and swallow the load that remained in your mouth. You reach down to pull the vibrator off and toss it onto his lap. Benny jumps in his seat and shuts it off. You wipe the corner of your mouth and chin with the back of your hand as you get up off your knees. He looks back at you with tired eyes as he tries to catch his breath, cock twitching. You squeal when he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap, careful with his half hard cock. You straddle his lap and he kisses you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth, tasting a bit of himself. The two of you lazily make out for a bit until Benny pulls back. You lick your lips and smile, looking down at him.

“We should start making this a regular thing, ya know. The toy testing,” Benny suggests, breaking the awkward silence and lightening the mood.

“Well, I do have a dildo I haven’t tried yet,” you half-joke.

He looks back at you with narrow eyes.

“You’re not putting that in my ass,” he states.

“Not what I was thinking,” you chuckle as you shake your head. “I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to be double penetrated,” you explain.

Benny stares at you with a blank expression, but you see his semi twitch in your peripheral. 

“Gi-give me maybe fifteen minutes—“ he finally says, pointing to his softening cock.

“Whoa! Hold it there, cowboy,” you stop him. “Why don’t we just think on that? Besides, I don’t have any condoms or lube for that to happen.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure,” he shrugs. “I-I had a good time, if that’s what you were wonder—“

You silence him with a tender kiss before grabbing the vibrator to remove the batteries and toss them at him.

“I’m gonna clean up. Why don’t you put the fight on? I think It’s starting soon,” you tell him as you dismount him and grab your jeans off the floor while Benny pulls his bottoms back up.

“Look what the guys missed out on. Coulda had an orgy,” you joke.

“If everyone showed up, we’d be at a bar,” he points out, then swishes some beer inside his mouth.

“Fair. Okay, a Miller sandwich then,” you switch it up.

Benny chokes on his beer.

“Kidding!” You chuckle awkwardly. “Kinda. Sorry, you probably don’t wanna think about you and your brother fucking the same person at the same time,” you snort before finally heading to the bathroom.

When you get back, you find Benny putting his phone away and relaxing on the couch like he was before any of the sexy stuff had happened, with the TV on. The awkwardness returns. He hands you your beer as you sit down next to him, settling in. You both quietly watch the fight as it starts, but you steal glances at each other every now and then. At one point, you do a double take.

“Dude, are you smelling your fingers?” You look at him incredulously.

“What? I washed them, but I can still smell you.”

You grimace at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. You smell good,” he shrugs. “It’s actually getting me hard again.”

You watch him adjust himself. The both of you stare each other down, trying to read each other until a knock on your door breaks the trance.

“Who the hell is that?” You ask, but Benny shrugs.

You get up to open the door and find the other Miller brother on the other side.

“Hey, sorry I’m late! I had trouble finding parking. Did the fight start already?”

You look back at him confused.

“Uh… are you gonna let me in?” Will asks. “I brought goodies.” He shows the case of beer and grocery store bag in his hand with a party sized bag of chips peeking out.

“Sorry, I just thought you weren’t coming,” you tell him while letting him in.

“I texted Benny telling him plans changed last minute. Did he not get it?”

“Uh, I-I don’t know. He didn’t tell me anything.” You lead him into the living room where Benny almost looks surprised.

“Did you not tell her I’m coming?” Will asks his brother.

“Oh, sorry, forgot. I was uh, a little preoccupied,” he apologizes.

Will looks at both you and Benny suspiciously. 

“It smells… interesting in here,” he comments, his eyebrows furrow with curiosity.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Will. Let me take that from you.” You quickly change the subject, taking the bag and beer out of his hands.

“Wait-” Will starts.

“Get comfy. I’ll bring you back a cold beer,” you tell him before whisking away.

You stick the beer in the fridge and when you remove the party sized tortillas to pour some into a bowl, you notice some unexpected items in the bag. You take them out for a closer inspection and your eyes widen at the bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Maybe he bought these before his initial plans got changed.

You shrug, throw them back into the bag and return to the living room with a bowl of chips, cold beer and the grocery bag of personal items. When you walk into the living room, the brothers turn their attention to you, eyeing you like they’re expecting something other than the beer and chips. You look back at them suspiciously as they’re both very laxed and spread out on the couch on each end, leaving a space for you in between. As you walk over and settle in next to them, their gaze follows you.

“Here Will, I think these are yours,” you hand him a beer and his bag of items.

He takes them from you as he smirks.

“Thanks. So,” Will turns his body towards you. “Benny tells me you’re curious about some DP action.”

You almost drop the bowl of chips in your hands. Will is usually very reserved and diplomatic so you’re a bit shocked at how straight forward he is right now. You glare at your best friend who shrugs helplessly.

“I had to tell him what he missed out on.”

You glower your eyes at Benny, but then put two and two together, your focus now bouncing between the two brothers and realize that no one is probably going to watch this fight tonight.

[race-week]

https://x.com/F1Techy/status/1797338007860662614

is this real?

Nope, whoever this person is, they are way off and they have no sources so don’t believe a word they say

In fact Mercedes don’t make their own fuel pumps, let alone McLaren’s. No team has made their own fuel pumps since 2021.

Fuel pumps are categorised as a Standard Supply Component which means that they are designed and manufactured by a third party designated by the FIA.

This means that the same company makes all of the fuel pumps for all of the teams on the grid, so if there was anything going on with a fuel pump they would be going back to this third party not Mercedes.

Just because someone has a blue tick, doesn’t mean that they know what they are saying.

Full list of SSC parts below (from FIA regulations)

Wheel covers

• Clutch shaft torque

• Wheel rims

• Tyre pressure sensor (TPMS)

• Tyres

• Fuel system primer pumps, and flexible pipes and hoses

• Power unit energy store current/voltage sensor

• Fuel flow meter

• Power unit pressure and temperature sensors

• High-pressure fuel pump

• Car to team telemetry

• Driver radio

• Accident data recorder (ADR)

• High-speed camera

• In-ear accelerometer

• Biometric gloves

• Marshalling system

• Timing transponders

• TV cameras

• Wheel display panel

• Standard ECU

• Standard ECU FIA applications

• Rear lights

[lesbianloml]

the beginning

my babysitter au

type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), perverted men, mentions of sex, this is just where they meet so nothing big

summary: when wanda hires a new babysitter, she is shocked to find that there are some things she doesn't know about her town. the biggest shock is you, you are immune to wanda's powers. an even bigger shock comes when wanda finds out you have powers of your own.

a/n: this series is going to be LOOSLY based on my wandavision dr. if anyone has anything they would like to see or something, let me know. and if anyone wants to talk about shifting, hit me up. i kinda imagined reader as a soft and quiet girl. also, you're kinda a whore. and you love to read and bake. in this series, wanda doesn't really do a tv show or different eras, it's all just normal. but the agents and stuff outside the hex have a big part. reader works at the local café that she owns and spends most of her free time in the library. anyways, enjoy part one!

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(not my pics)

(pretend she had billy and tommy before the hex)

"what's the name for your order?" you asked, a little annoyed. you loved your job, but the older man standing in front of you made you want to throw your apron down and quit. "cohen, babe. don't forget next time" cohen shoots you a wink. you hold back a gag as you try to smile politely, writing the name on the side of the cup and turning your back to begin making the drink. grabbing a bag from behind you, you set the cinnamon pastry you made a few hours prior into a container and set it in the bag. as quick as you can, you mix up his drink and slap a lid on it while rolling up the top of the bag, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. "here you go" you say, spinning around and handing the bag and the drink to him. he gives you a look and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you tap the counter three times swiftly. your work best friend, sophie comes around from the back. "hey babe! is he causing you trouble?" cohen glares harshly at sophie, but one thing you love about her is the way she doesn't back down. sophie gives him a look that immediately has cohen scurrying out the door, tail between his legs. "thanks soph" "anytime love. we get off in fifteen, where you going tonight? your apartment or your mom's house?" you look around to see an empty café, emptier than usual. usually, the shop is packed full of starved or thirsty customers. but it's dark outside, and who would come get caffeine and food at 9:45 at night?

"I'll just stop by the library real quick before it closes and then head home and watch a movie or something." you say, smiling as you think about the old library downtown. it was your favorite place to be whenever you had free time or just needed some quiet. you turn and stacked some more cups and filled up the napkin container while waiting for your shift to end or another customer to walk in. you hear soph come out from the back room, where she was restocking supplies. "hey girl, can i ask a favor?" "yeah i'll stay and lock up so you can go fuck shawn" you say with a smirk and a giggle. sophie gasps dramatically. "how'd you know what i was gonna ask?" "because you ask me at least once a week. and the fact that you're a year older than me and supposed to be more mature makes it even funnier" "thank you! i'll see you tomorrow. don't forget, on sunday night we're baking treats for the elementary school bake sale on monday." "got it. i love you. see you sunday. enjoy shawn!" you sing as sophie laughs. "i will. love you too." "today is friday so on sunday, i need to be here by 5:00am so i can set up the tables and stuff to be ready to open at 6:00am. then i'll work until 10:00pm, close up, and help sophie bake some treats for monday's bake sale at the elementary school" you plan your day tomorrow in your head. glancing at the clock, you see it reads 9:55pm. 5 more minutes until you can lock up and leave. you work on monday, wednesday, friday, and sunday from 5:00am to 10:30pm. you usually open at 6:00am and close at 10:00pm 4/7 days a week. you love your job but hate the hours. your job at the coffee shop payed extremely well, so no matter how much you hated waking up before the sun, you weren't going to quit. you grab a rag and wipe the counters down. 3 minutes until you lock up and leave.

you spin around when you hear the little bell above the shop door ding, signaling someone came in. you almost drop the damp rag you're holding when you see her, a women, maybe in her early thirties. she had beautiful red hair and striking green eyes. her clothes were casual and relaxed, but you were sure she was some sort of powerful figure from the way she walked and held herself. you had never seen her in westview before, you were sure you'd remember her, and you'd lived in westview since you were eighteen, so three years now. you shake your head before walking around the counter to greet the women. she's even prettier up close. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up." you tell the women with a smile. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" before the women starts apologizing, you cut her off. "oh no, it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" "just a coffee and a piece of apple pie, please" you nod and turn to make her order. you don't ask her name, too shy to do so. it's a good thing that this women isn't. "i'm wanda." "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" you ask, sliding her drink and bag with the pie in the container to her over the counter. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" wanda's face lights up when she talks about them. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart." you wonder what that's supposed to mean as wanda smiles at you before paying and exiting the café, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.

wanda turns the wheel to the left, not really knowing what she's looking for, but knows she's looking for something. wanda reminds herself that she needs to head back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow when she and her boys were going to move into their new home. ever since vision kicked them out, they've been staying in a hotel but then wanda remembered the house that she owned in westview. the perfect place for her and her boys to start over. as wanda is thinking, her head droops and stomach grumbles. she hasn't drank or eaten anything all day. wanda continues driving around the streets, looking for a restaurant or something that she could get a bite to eat at. wanda slows the car when she sees a little café on the corner, letting out a sigh of relief as she sees movement and light from inside. she wouldn't have made it the forty five minutes back to the hotel without eating something. she quickly climbs out of her car and enters the café, not really paying attention to who's there with her. wanda just wants to get back as soon as she can. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up" wanda almost falls over at the sound of the other female's voice. it was so relaxing and quiet. so beautiful. she glances up to look and sees you. wanda swears she stops breathing for a moment. you were the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. with the prettiest smile, even at the disturbance, and the softest voice, wanda swore she just met an angel. you had to be an angel. you're smiling. at her. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" "oh no. it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" you were so sweet, so kind. "just a coffee and a slice of apple pie, please" wanda smirks to herself when she sees the tint of blush on your cheeks. you were so cute, too shy to talk to her or ask her name. "i'm wanda" "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" wanda watches you slide the bag and coffee across the counter towards her. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" wanda states. "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" she smiles at the thought of her boys. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart."

as wanda clambers into her car to begin the drive home, she thinks about the girl at the counter. "y/n" wanda thinks to herself, smiling at the name. she thinks it suits you. and as wanda is turning onto the freeway, she thinks to herself, "that girl will be mine"

as you lock up the café and slide into your car, you think about the women you saw. she was very pretty, and you hope that her and her kids move in ok. as you turn you car on and pull out of the parking lot, you rest your hands on the wheel as you begin driving home. your mind is pleasantly empty on the drive back to your apartment.

the first time wanda ever met you, wanda thought about you the entire drive back to the hotel. you were the most angelic person she'd ever met, and she was enchanted by you. the first time that you met wanda, you thought about her once before driving home. she was just another customer to you. but little did you know, you were becoming so much more to her.

little do you know, this is just the beginning

[mbruben-stein]

Hiya! If it's alright, could you do headcanons of all four of the tmnt turtles with a gender neutral reader who's on their period?

TMNT boys with s/o on their period.

~Leo~

Leo is the kind of boyfriend who is always there for his significant other, no matter what. So, when his s/o is on their period, he is extra attentive and caring. He makes sure they have everything they need, whether it's their favorite snacks, a heating pad, or some pain medication. Leo is always ready to listen and offer emotional support, understanding that his s/o may be feeling a little more sensitive or irritable during this time.

He doesn't shy away from talking about periods either, knowing that it's a natural part of life and nothing to be ashamed of. Leo is always willing to help out with any household chores or tasks to make his s/o's life a little easier while they're dealing with cramps and mood swings.

Leo also knows the importance of self-care during this time, so he encourages his s/o to take some time for themselves and relax. Whether it's watching a movie together, giving them a massage, or just sitting quietly with them, Leo is always there to provide comfort and support.

Overall, Leo's caring and understanding nature shines through even more when his s/o is on their period. He is a true partner who is always there to support and uplift his loved one during both the good times and the challenging ones.

~Raph~

Raph may be tough and hotheaded on the outside, but when it comes to his significant other, he shows a surprisingly caring and understanding side. When his s/o is on their period, Raph is quick to notice the signs and does his best to make them feel comfortable and supported.

He knows that his s/o may be feeling extra sensitive or in pain, so he takes on a more gentle and nurturing approach. Raph will make sure they have everything they need, whether it's heating pads, pain medication, or their favorite snacks. He's not afraid to go out and buy supplies if needed, showing his devotion to taking care of his partner.

Raph is also more attentive to his s/o's emotional needs during this time. He'll listen to them vent or cry if they need to, offering a strong shoulder to lean on. Despite his tough exterior, he's actually a great listener and knows when to give his s/o space or comfort.

Overall, Raph's protective nature shines through when his s/o is on their period. He may not always know the right words to say, but his actions speak volumes. He's there to support and comfort his partner in any way he can, showing that underneath his tough exterior, there's a caring and compassionate side to Raphael.

~Donnie~

Donnie is incredibly understanding and supportive when it comes to his significant other being on their period. He knows how uncomfortable and painful it can be, so he does everything in his power to make them feel better.

He starts by making them their favorite comfort foods, whether it's a warm bowl of soup or some chocolate to satisfy their cravings. Donnie also makes sure to have their favorite movies or TV shows ready to watch, creating a cozy and relaxing atmosphere for his s/o to unwind in.

He's always checking in on them, asking if they need anything or if there's anything he can do to help alleviate their symptoms. Donnie is a great listener, offering a sympathetic ear for his s/o to vent their frustrations or simply talk about how they're feeling.

Donnie also encourages his s/o to rest and take care of themselves, reminding them that it's important to prioritize their health and well-being during this time. He may even offer to give them a gentle massage or run them a warm bath to help them relax and feel more comfortable.

Overall, Donnie's caring and nurturing nature shines through when his s/o is on their period. He goes above and beyond to make sure they feel loved, supported, and taken care of during this challenging time.

~Mikey~

Mikey may be the wild and carefree one of the group, but when it comes to his s/o being on their period, he becomes surprisingly understanding and caring. He knows that his s/o may be feeling moody, bloated, and in pain, so he goes out of his way to make them feel as comfortable as possible.

He starts by making them their favorite comfort foods, whether it's a pizza with extra cheese or a big bowl of ice cream. He also makes sure to have their favorite movies or TV shows queued up for a marathon, ready to distract them from any discomfort they may be feeling.

Mikey is always there with a warm blanket and a gentle touch, offering to give his s/o a back massage or rub their feet to help ease their cramps. He even goes as far as to run a warm bath for them, complete with candles and soothing music to help them relax.

Throughout the day, Mikey checks in on his s/o regularly, making sure they have everything they need and offering words of encouragement and love. He may be the youngest and most playful of the turtles, but when it comes to taking care of his s/o during their period, he shows a level of maturity and compassion that surprises even his brothers.

Overall, Mikey's s/o knows that they can always count on him to be there for them during their time of need, no matter how wild and fun-loving he may be the rest of the time.

[thetxtdevil]

The Phlebotomist pt. 1

Yeonjun x Reader

summary: Phlebotomists are medical professionals who are trained to do blood draws. However, this phlebotomist is a vampire who stole your heart.

content: suggestive, blood duh, medical and bar setting, vampire yeonjun, human female reader, innocent reader, human world w/ mystical creatures

word count: 1.1k

Your nerves were on high, feet were bouncing annoying the person sitting next to you. You were in the doctors office for a check-up and agreed to do a blood test as part of your screening. Why did you agree to this you should've said no, you thought to yourself. The scent of the sanitized waiting room was giving you a migraine until you hear your name being called.

"y/n, l/n?"

You look up and froze. Why was a model in scrubs and why was he calling your name? The handsome man called your name again looking around for the patient. Then you remembered that you should get up. The man watches you stumble out of your chair and smiles to himself.

"Are you y/n? I am Yeonjun I'll be taking your labs today"

You nod and follow the model-like phlebotomist to another room.

"Here is your seat, I will be preparing the supplies"

You sat down on the chair and watch him as you roll your sleeves up. God he was beautiful, the maroon scrubs fit his toned body so nicely and went well with his raven black hair that outlined his sharp features.

"Are you nervous?"

You nod while Yeonjun admires your arm looking for a right spot.

"don't worry I have good aim" he winks

Your face was probably as red as your blood being drawn. Was he really flirting with you at this time?

Little did you know phlebotomist Yeonjun is a vampire. He is old enough in vampire years to know how to control himself along with humans. He stumbled upon a brochure advertising to become a phlebotomist, he was hesitant until he saw that all they do is to be around blood. He found that this job actually calms his urges to hunt and theres a program in the hospital that help mystical creatures like him. So he gets a discount on leftover donated blood bags something about "thank you for saving lives instead of killing them"

You take a deep breath as Yeonjun pokes your arm. You’re too nervous to notice him as he finds himself frozen by your scent. Yeonjun's pupils dilate over the sweet scent of your blood. Never in his years of doing this job did he get exhilarated by a patient.

yes it satisfied his needs but this…

this was different

Yeonjun continues doing his job debating whether he should prologue your visit or make you leave as fast as possible before he gets himself a trip to HR. As he bandages you up he takes one last look at you. Both of you stare at each other's eye for a while.

He thought you were as beautiful as you thought he was.

- - -

Days later you receive lab results claiming that you’re healthy, but there was one problem you were love sick. These days you were daydreaming about the handsome phlebotomist and wondered where could you find Yeonjun again.

As the love sickness continued you spent your days on the couch eating ice cream and watching random things on tv. Your phone explodes with messages from your friends inviting you to go bar hopping. A sigh of hesitation slips your mouth but you agreed to go to pass the time of one more lonely night.

Over the course of the night your group of friends became scattered as they found someone to sleep with or getting bored and went home. You were surprised how long you lasted. You guessed that the alcohol was doing its job of keeping your mind busy. Then, the lasting friends suggested to go to “Red Moon.”

You were nervous about the proposal. This was a bar for both mystical creatures and humans. Mystical creatures have become normalized in society, but they are still seen as potential danger. You were already scared of regular creeps, you were not ready to fight off a more powerful creep.

Your friends walk in the bar without a care in the world with you walking behind in in obvious terror. The dark bar was illuminated with red neon lights and was blasting music. Distracted by the diversity of humans and creatures you instantly loose your friends and now you pushed yourself into the corner of the bar for safety.

You look up to the bar tender who was obviously a werewolf and obviously judging you.

"Can I get a vodka cranberry, please?"

"Sure thing" the werewolf warmed up to you after the order.

As you were waiting for your drink, you feel hands on your waist and another's body against yours.

A deep voice whispers in you ear “Hello again y/n l/n”

You were about to smack the invader but stopped to realize the voice was familiar. Turning around you find the mystery voice belonged to the phlebotomist model. Yeonjun had a different aura about him. He looked more edgy and dark but still very handsome.

Yeonjun grabs your hand you were about to smack him with and stretches it out to see where he poked you with a needle.

He points at the sensitive area and says “see I told you I have good aim, barely a bruise”

You stare at him with a grin so entranced by the off-duty phlebotomist you comfortably left his body pressed against yours. Both of you stayed like that while talking and getting to know each other.

“So what are you doing in this bar”

“What do you mean?” Yeonjun relaxes his head into your neck.

“Isn’t this bar for creatures like werewolves, elves, pixies, a- and…”

You have a hard time finishing your sentence when you feel his lips against your neck.

“Vampires” he says while raising his head to look at you.

You nod looking at yeonjun closer. That’s when you noticed his eyes were now a dark shade of red and his smirk revealed long sharp fangs. You shivered at the sight and blush appeared on your cheeks. This reaction increased the delectable scent Yeonjun has been thinking about since he met you in the clinic.

"You... you're a vampire?"

"Yes, is that a problem?" he leans towards your face.

You two stare into each others eyes like before. Yeonjun's red eyes switch from your eyes to your lips.

"You've never been with a vampire before have you?"

You shake your head no. You move a hand to reach for his neck pressing down to find the lack of pulse. The cold touch was enough to clarify your discovery. This made the man shiver.

"How about you take me home and you'll find out what its like being with a vampire, hmm?" he says as he grasps your hand.

He's cocky yet still a gentleman. You turn around asking the bartender for a shot of vodka. You down it, leave a tip, and turn to Yeonjun again.

"Let's fucking do this"

part 2 -> link

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

[lilbitdepressed27]

Tara Carpenter/ Fem!Reader Supernatural AU

Summary: Heavily inspired by Supernatural also kinda a soulmate AU

Warnings: mentions of death, angst kinda

WC: 5.5k

Authors note: Did someone ask for Supernatural AU? No. Are y'all getting one? Yes. Is it good? That's up to y'all to decide. Hope you guys enjoy and sorry for any mistakes.

"Help!"

"Somebody help me!"

Her dark brown eyes looked around, her body suspended in the air. Hearing what seemed to be thunder rumbling and cries of pain. Her wrist chained up along with her ankles spread out. Hooks going through her shoulders and other parts of her body. The unbearable pain. Her eyes filled with tears, the fear coursing through her body in waves. Remembering where she was. And why.

"Sam?!"

**~~~**

It was dark, she was tired but she couldn't rest. The intermittent screaming prevented her from that. She wasn't sure how much time passed but it felt like she had been here for years now. The pain she felt was agony. Although she wouldn't change what she did. She did this to save her sister. Her big sister.

Sam.

But she remembered being held down by the force of that demon. Jill was going to kill Sam. She'd be dead by that time Jill would go through her plan. She remembered seeing the flash of white before she took that last breath. It had been the last thing she remembered before waking up in hell. Hearing the constant screams had been enough to drive anyone crazy.

One minute she was in hell and the next she was gasping for air. She felt so disoriented. Not knowing what was happening or where she was. She couldn't see anything and she couldn't stand.

"Help!" Her voice coming out raw, dry and scratchy. She felt around in her pockets to find a lighter. She switched it and realized that she had been in a, wooden coffin?

Feeling the bright sun beaming down on her as she gasped for air. She kept digging herself out of the grave she had been in. Resting on her back once she was fully out of the ground. Trying to catch her breath. Feeling like she needed her inhaler but she knew she didn't have it with her. She need to calm herself down. But for some odd reason, she felt like she wasn't alone. Like someone or something was with her. The odd thing, she didn't feel scared. The presence made her feel, safe?

She stood once her breathing was back to normal. Taking in the fallen trees around her. There was no way she had just walked out of hell. Someone had pulled her out. And from what she was seeing, who ever had taken her out had to be way too strong to do something like this.

"What the fuck."

Her mind racing at potential threat of what Sam could have done. The danger Sam could now be in.

**

Tara had walked for what felt like ever. It was until she arrived to a small gas station. There had been no one. The place completely abandoned of any life. She had downed full water bottles, she had never felt so thirsty. Stopping at the sink to look at herself, a small sense of hesitation hitting her when she gripped the bottom of her shirt before revealing her stomach. Her breath hitching when her stomach and torso showed no signs of scars.

She remembered the pain, her screams as she was being clawed by those hell hounds. There was no traces of her ever going through such pain. She couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. She continued to check herself for any sign of something. Wincing when her fingers connected to something on her shoulder. Lifting the sleeve of the shirt, eyes widening at the burned handprint on her shoulder.

Getting lost in her thoughts trying to figure what demon could do something like this. What demon could be this powerful to drag her out of hell. The more she thought of the question, the greater the fear of what Sam could have done grew.

As she was gathering supplies, there was distant ring growing closer. She did not question it at first, figuring it was the random ring in the ear people get. It wasn't until the static of the tv was turned on, along with the radio. The ringing only growing closer and louder. She moved with a new found energy, trying to cover the windows with salt.

But as the ringing grew closer and louder, she had no choice but to stop and cover her ears. Screaming in pain, feeling like her ear drums were going to burst. The faint noise of the windows bursting and then everything going quiet. She stood up, looking out the broken windows confused. The ringing in her ears continued. She needed to call Sam.

"We're sorry, the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected."

She stood in the phone booth, picking up more of the quarters. Trying another number she knew by memory.

"Hello?"

"Gale?"

"Who is this?"

"It's me."

"Who's me?"

"It's me Tara."

"This isn't funny. Call again and I'll kill you."

She knew calling Gale was a long shot. But Sam wasn't answering. She needed to find a way to Gale's house. Right now she hopped that Gale wouldn't freak out.

*

Getting to Gale had been easy. Fighting her off and trying to convince her that she was back and very much not a demon. From drinking holy water to cutting herself with a silver knife.

"Tara?"

"Yea It's me Gale, I swear." Feeling her eyes mist with unshed tears. Gale had been the closest thing she had to a mother. Even when they butted heads Tara had so much respect and love for Gale. She had remembered how devastated and angry Gale had been when she found out about her deal. The deal she made to save Sam.

To feel the arms of someone she saw as a mother wrapped around her in a tight hug had her almost burst into tears.

"God Tara. How the hell are you even alive?" Gale hugged the shorter girl in a deathly tight grip. The anguish she felt had been nothing compared to how she found Sam that day. To see Tara in such a state had her almost making a deal. "Tara, you were dead, your chest had caved in and your insides were basically scrambled. Not to mention you've been buried for four months. Even if you did some how slip out of hell and back into your body-"

"I know, I should look like Taylor did in that look what you made me do video." Tara moved to sit in a chair at the table. Gale moving to sit in front of her. "Where is Sam anyway? I've tried calling her phone."

"I don't know, after we buried you she kinda dropped from the map. I haven't been able to reach or find her."

"What? Gale you guys were supposed to look out for each other."

"I tried Tara. But these past months have been hard. After we buried you, Sam wanted to be left alone. I tried reaching her but she didn't want to be reached." The days after the burial Sam had, changed. Gale had tried to keep it together. But losing Tara had left a hole in their little dysfunctional family.

"I'm assuming Sam didn't want me salted and burned."

"Yea, she said you'd need your body for when she found a way to bring you back."

Tara looked at the older woman. The first thing that came to her mind, what she got was, 'what the hell did Sam do?' She had done the same when that asshole had stabbed Sam and killed her. It was the whole reason why she was taken to hell in the first place. She couldn't imagine what Sam had felt to be held up by Jill as she became the dogs chew toy. To feel helpless as she died a slow painful death.

But if she was here, alive and breathing. That means Sam had succeeded in making a deal. A deal that will have Sam facing the same fate she did, and she couldn't have that.

*

You had been tasked a simple job. To bring back the young Carpenter sister. It had been easy. Pulling her out was the easy part. To actually interact with the girl had been a lot harder. You had tried when she was at the gas station. And then in the motel room. You had underestimated your powers and felt awful. There wasn't a good moment to make your presence known since then.

Another part of your task was to also keep an eye on the older sister. You had personally thought what she was doing was better than what hunters usually do. Samantha had taken her own powers and used them for good. Being able to save the victim from the possession of a demon. You had seen the out come of what old hunters had been doing. Their own type of way of getting rid of the demons. It always ended with the victims death. But with Samantha it had been different. Even though she had demon blood coursing through her veins. You saw the good she was trying to do.

Samantha was different. What she stood for opened so many doors, for her kind. And there was more, it was change in the war that was to come.

Change, was something your boss had been afraid of.

*

You had felt the tension between the Carpenter sisters the moment you had returned to them. You had missed out on their heart felt reunion. Although you had felt the love they had for each other even from a far. After updating your superior you had been returned, now it was your chance to make your presence known. The opportunity showed it self when the Tara Carpenter and Gale Weathers tried to summon you.

"Are you sure you casted the spell right?"

You heard the young hunter say. It was then you pushed the doors to farm open. The lights flickered from above, some bursting from the amount of energy coursing through them. You had not been surprised when the two hunters were quick to shoot at you. The salt bullets did nothing, the silver bullets that the young Carpenter shot at you, nor the silver knife Weathers stabbed you with.

You did not want to harm anyone, but you had to speak to the younger woman. With a touch to the older woman's forehead, she was redeemed unconscious. You looked back at the hunter, you were quick to disarm her of her gun. Putting the weapon down on the side table.

"Please, I do not wish to cause any harm." You held up your hands. Knowing this was a sign of mercy. The skeptical look the girl did not go unnoticed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am the one who raised you from perdition."

"What?"

Your wings were big, long, white. Something that you were proud of. The shocked and in awe look took over took her facial features. The hunter stood speechless, her eyes never leaving your wings. You had never interacted with a human after death. After you died you had been given small tasks, preventing things or helping other angels in big tasks. Being an angels was something you never could have imagined. You could only remember so much from your past life.

With everything going on, you had proven to your superior you were up for this task. Even though you sometimes didn't agree with what they did or how they handled things. You still did your own duty. Helping people was something you loved to do. Even when you were alive. Now that you could remember.

"You're an Angel? There's no such thing."

"Miss.Carpenter you have slayed demons, warlocks, witches, monsters and more. But angels you deny they are real, even when one is standing in front of you. Why?" The flickering in farm had stopped, you had stopped the flickering. Standing at a distance from the shorter girl, hopefully showing her you meant no harm.

"If you're an angel and there is a god, where the hell have you been? Cause down here hasn't really been sunshine and rainbows." The anger she know felt was growing. Even though the angel was, cute, she couldn't help but to remember all the innocent lives they've lost throughout the years. Or all the shit she had to go through. Or how she lost her dad at such a young age. Or how she had to grow up hunting evil monsters. Or how she also lost her mother. Or how she had gone to hell.

All these years, evil had always been present. Never a day without incident evil showed its ugly face. But good? God? Angels? Any signs of their being a Heaven.

Absent.

"I am sorry, I do not have the answers you are looking for, I was ordered to save you and make contact with you." You had asked yourself the same question. It hadn't been long you had been human and praying for a way you could be saved. But you had been killed. Tortured and killed. Your prayers had gone unanswered. But now here you were, an angel.

"Make contact? That was you at the fill up joint and motel?" Tara still couldn't believe it, or she wouldn't believe it. There was a big part of her that wanted to believe in something good. But how could she, after everything that's happened to her. How?

"I am sorry, it was my first time contacting a human since, well since I, perished."

"You're not, possessing someone?"

"No, this is my body. Now I am sure you have questions. Please, I am here to help you and your sister. May I sit?" With nod coming from her you pulled the chair that was pushed to the side and sat down. You knew, the hunter was still being cautious.

Tara looked at you. She wished she could read minds. But she couldn't. What she could do was study you. The way you looked around. Your eyes. They held an innocence that she couldn't explain. There was something about you that had her believing she could trust you. Part of her, wanted to believe that you were the one to save her, that you were an angel. But if anything life as a hunter has taught her was never trust a supernatural being. And unfortunately you were one.

"Why save me?" The question had been on her mind ever since she got out. She knew that what ever had taken her out had been strong enough to scare everyone. Demons and hunters. Even the little demon her sister was seeing had been scared. That was still something she couldn't get used to. A good demon? She knew better, but Sam trusted him.

"Orders from my lord, you are the key into stopping this war Ms.Carpenter."

"War? What war? If you're talking about the devils gates. We closed them." Tara looked at the angel, her eyes kept on going to the wings. Then your eyes. The odd feeling of warmth and familiarity was starting to grow the longer she looked at you. The feeling of seeing you from somewhere was strong. But she couldn't place your face anywhere.

"Greed, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Lust, Pride. Do you know what those are?" You named off, you waited patiently for her to response.

"Of course I do. It's the six deadly sins. Whats that gotta do with anything?" Tara spoke her defensive stance never faltering.

"Everything. Those demons were able to escape hell when the gates opened. Along with other dangerous powerful demons. And every single one of them is trying to break the 66 seals, to free Lucifer from hell." You repeated what you had been told plenty of times. You had tried to stop the demons from opening any seals. You knew you were strong enough. But you had not been ordered to. Which you couldn't understand why.

"What?! Lucifer? Like the actual devil?" Her defense was completely gone now. When she had been down there, she had only heard of Lucifer. Never seeing him or hearing him. But everyone down there had been talking about him. the stories she heard. It was enough for her to not want to meet the guy.

"Yes, so far sixteen seals have been opened-What?! What the hell have you guys been doing? Aren't you powerful, strong enough to stop them? Why the hell are you coming to me?"

"I do as am told. I have not received any orders on stopping any seals from being opened. I was told that you were the one to stop the war from happening. It was why I was ordered to save you." That had still not sat well with you. She was right. Why haven't you been ordered. Though, your superior, Wayne had not ordered you to.

A scoff left her lips, "Me? And please tell me how am I mere mortal supposed to stop the freaking apocalypse from happening?"

"You will learn. I'm here to help you in any way that I can."

*

"What do you mean?" Your fellow angle sister asked. Anika had stayed by your side since you had woken up. She had become more than just a best friend. A sister. Someone you knew you could trust.

"They are not telling us everything. Wayne has been acting, strange. He says and does things that are, strange. Have you heard of any news from our lord?" You had been trying to get in contact with another angel, Dewey. He had helped train you. He was also a well respected angel. He was one of the five angels, that had actually met the lord. But you had not been able to reach him.

After your meeting with Tara. You had promised to stay in contact. With a nod of understanding from her, you left. You had gone straight to Anika. Telling her about your encounter with the one that will save the human race from extinction.

"You can't be questioning them like that Y/n it's dangerous. You know what happened to the last angel that started asking questions. Just please be careful. Stop asking questions. I can't lose you to."

You looked into your sisters eyes. Seeing the grief of what she lost. Who she lost.

*

Tara had been left, awestruck? Even after she explained everything to Gale and Sam. She couldn't stop thinking about the angel. There was no reason for her to doubt it. She saw the wings. The beautiful white wings. Going as far as to heal the hand mark that was on her shoulder. The warmth coming from you had been, heart warming? Like a missing piece that she mad been missing in her puzzle.

They had done everything they knew on how to kill anything supernatural but the angel had stayed standing. Something she's never seen before. She couldn't deny it. There was something in her, a pull of sorts. Something she couldn't explain. She didn't voice that to Sam just yet.

Like expected Sam and Gale couldn't believe it. She had told them everything the angel had told her.

"An angel?"

"Are you sure Tara?"

"Well it would explain why the demons are scared. You heard Richie no demon could be strong enough to take me out. Shit she even healed the mark she left on my shoulder. I've hunted demons and supernatural shit far longer than you have Sam and I've never seen one do that." She sat down on one of the chairs in the room looking at Sam and Gale.

"Plus there's something about her, something familiar. Like I've seen her before but I can't remember where." It had been bothering her since she had seen the angel.

"Well what's her name?"

Damn. How could she forget to ask for the angels name.

"You forgot to ask for the angels name?" Gale looked at the younger girl in disbelief and bit of humor.

"Shut up. I was pretty occupied processing that angels, heaven. God, are real."

"Well you said she would stay in contact. Right? How do you contact her?" Sam had been looking in every book that had to do with "heaven". But she had came up empty. Not even the Bible was helping.

"Uh I don't know. I don't know even know her name. How am I-Hello."

At the sound of the sudden voice it had all three hunters alarmed and ready to fight. Turning around at the sound of the voice to see a tall y/hc haired woman standing there rocking a bit on her heals. Offering a smile and a small wave.

Tara couldn't help but to think the action was adorable. Shaking her head slightly at the thought.

"Wow." The two other hunters said simultaneously. The wide eyed eyes as they kept their gaze never leaving the wings of the angel.

"Samantha Carpenter. Gale Weathers. Nice to meet you."

The two hunters stood there, their jaws dropped.

"Uh are they alright?" You know directed your gaze to the shorter hunter. She rolled her eyes at the two older woman. Slapping both of them upside the head.

"Yea they're fine. Just never seen an angel before." Tara looked back at the angel. Her eyes connecting with your soft y/ec ones. That feeling returned. The feeling of familiarity, that pull in her heart.

"So what's your name. You said you were once human do you remember anything from your life when you were alive? How did you die? Did you become an angel right away? How's heaven? Did you meet god? Are you-Gale! That's enough." Tara couldn't tell if the look you had on your face was one of discomfort or sadness.

"It's okay Ms.Carpe-Tara is just fine." The sound of her last name coming out of your mouth made her feel something she wasn't sure if she liked.

"Tara." You offered her a small smile. "It's okay. I'm here to answer any questions you must have." You directed your attention back to the older woman. "To answer your questions, I don't remember most of my past life. Just that I was killed. My journey as an angel did start after my death. And no. I haven't met god."

Killed? You were killed? She had more questions about that. Who would have dared someone like you. Yes she didn't know you, but something was telling her she did know you. Who would dare hurt, let alone kill you.

"Now. I'm here to give you some information on the six deadly sins. I'm here to offer my services." You took out your book from your coat. You had taken notes. From spying on the deadly sins. "May I sit?" You asked, remembering all the drills and rules that Wayne drilled into your head.

"Yea of course." Tara sat next to you, Sam to your left and Gale right in front of you. You placed the book on the small table.

"Okay, they held down at the bar ten miles from here. It's only them, but they have taken humans as their bodies. They are known for being vicious and cruel. But like any other demon. Their weaknesses are the usual."

"Why are we the ones to do this again. How is Tara supposed to stop the apocalypse from happening?" Sam asked as she looked down at the note book. The hand writing was neat but what bothered her was the way the angel was acting. You were obviously holding back.

"I'm not sure. I was not informed of how she was supposed to, just that she was destin to." You wished you knew more. But you couldn't keep asking, searching for the answers that were going unanswered to your questions. But you'd end up like Anika's lover. No one knew what happened to Mindy.

But as you looked into the brown eyes, the familiarity was there. Like you knew her. You couldn't let anything happen to her. If keeping her safe meant putting yourself in danger. It was a risk you were willing to make.

"But I will find out. I will be with you every step of the wa-Now Y/n. You know you shouldn't tell lies."

You felt yourself tense at the voice. Standing up and facing Wayne.

"Now this is the girl to save human kind. A little small don't you think."

"Wayne she's stronger-Ha. Y/n you will speak when spoken to. You know the rules." You felt your scars burning as you looked down. Feeling your wings tucking in further into your body.

"Who the hell are you?"

"You dare speak to me like that child. I'm an angel of the lord. You will show me respect. Y/n may have been the one to pull you out of hell but know this, I can send you right back."

He was lying. You knew as much. There was a reason you were the only one to be able to pull Tara out. Anika told you as much. She had heard elder angels talking. He couldn't do anything to Tara, not without killing the one who took her out of hell.

"Look here dipshit. We don't answer to you. From the looks of it. You need us more than we need you." Tara argued her harden gaze never wavering. She hated how he spoke to you. How you went from being open and smiling to almost curling into your self. Your wings weren't free either. They were tense.

"Humans. Such fools. You'll be the end of your precious humanity. Y/n let's go." He now faced you. You failed to meet his gaze.

"Y/n stays." She had remembered what you said. How she was "in charge of her guardian" which happened to be you. At the sight of your eyes widen as you looked at her. Your gaze then going to the older angel. She saw the anger. But he was gone without a word.

You were in so much trouble.

*

"Are you in trouble? If you go back, will you be...punished?" She was afraid to ask. Part of her didn't want to know the answer. The way you were when that man showed up, it was something she didn't like to see.

"Do you want the truth?" You were in her car. Your wings tucked away in a vest. It was uncomfortable but it would have to do.

"Yes."

"Most likely. Heaven isn't as, peaceful as you'd assume. Especially now. Things are more tense. Angels are being trained harder than ever and elder angels want no failures." You looked back at the bar. The plan was simple but dangerous. Lead the demons back to the trap house and exorcise them.

"I'm sorry-It's not your fault. I'm used to it now." You spoke softly. Your heaven experience had its ups and downs. Unfortunately there was usually only downs.

The car got quiet. Before Tara spoke again. "Do you really not remember anything from when you were alive?" It was a question she had been wanting to ask. The name Y/n. It held such a special place in her heart. In her memory. Her Y/n. She had met people with the same name. But no one could compare to her Y/n.

"There are some moments I get this weird feeling of deja vu. Moments were I start to remember something before the feeling is gone. I just remember how died. And that's it."

"Can I ask how you died? You don't have to answer that if you're not comfortable."

"Uh I was trapped in a room for a long time. I think I was kidnapped. They beat me. Tortured me in every way imaginable. I remember feeling so much pain. Before it was gone and then I felt nothing. You asked me when we first met. Where was god? That was a question I asked myself so many times in that room. It's a question I still haven't found an answer to."

Tara couldn't stop the nagging feeling of familiarity. Why did she feel this way for you. Why did you have to go through such pain. She wanted nothing more than find the people who did that to you and make them suffer. Suffer a worse death. A long painful death.

"I—It's time." The interruption could have not been at a worse time. Tara looked forward to see Sam and Gale high tailing it out of the bar. She started her own car and drove fast to the trap house.

You could hope the plan would work.

*

"Oh a little angel. How sweet. I'll be the one to kill you. Take your head to Lucifer myself-" Tara moved to shove the holy water down the demons throat. Saying the familiar Latin words. Watching as the demon chocked on the water before being sent back to hell.

She watched as you did your own little thing. Completely oblivious to the threat that had been behind you. Watching as you took down Lust and sent her back to hell effortlessly.

"Thank you Tara. I knew you were behind Pride." You smiled in thanks at the shorter girl. The plan had been successful. Sending all six demons back to hell.

Tara couldn't help her own little smile showing at the sight of your smile. You had such a beautiful smile. "Eh gotta watch my guardian's back, don't I." She teased. Only admitting to herself that she liked seeing you blush.

"Well that's one seal we stopped."

"Yes great work, i will have to research on where the other seals are located. Please be safe, I will be in contact." Before you could leave. A warm hand took a hold of yours. The sudden shock had you startled. It was obvious it had also startled Tara.

"You be careful as well. Come back to me, us when you can or feel in danger okay?" She felt her own cheeks get warm at her slip up. She couldn't help herself. There was something about you that just brought it out.

"I will. I'll see you soon."

And like that you were gone.

*

"I did some research on Y/n. I couldn't get her face out of my mind."Sam said as she sat down in front of Tara.

"You to? I swear I've seen her before."

"You have, remember when you were like six? And there was that little boy who kept on bullying you?" Sam had spent almost a week researching the name Y/n. But the more she searched. She had found the answers she was looking for.

"Yea and a girl protected me she-No! There's no way. That can't be the Y/n I used to got to school with. My Y/n she's okay. She's fine. She was going to be-Tara. Y/n Y/Ln was kidnapped at the age of eighteen. She was found dead a year later." Sam's own eyes filled with tears at the sight of the distraught look on her sister's face. She knew how in love Tara was with Y/n. Before she left Tara and their mom for college, she had seen how in love Tara had been. Remembering the phone call when Tara had called her crying saying that she wasn't going to be able to see Y/n again due to the family business.

"No. She was supposed to be safe Sam. She was supposed to live her life. Mom promised me she would be safe." The sobs that escaped her lips were not preventable. The reality that you had died without her knowing had her guilt building. You had been dead for the past six years and she didn't even know.

She had just assumed that you were out in the world living your life helping people like you had wanted to.

*

Now that she knew who you were. She was dying to see you again. The past two weeks had gone by slow. Too slow. The need to see you grew with every passing day. She needed to see you. But you had been quiet since that day in the trap house. She has tried to call you. (Calling out your name was apparently how she did it.) But you had not appeared like before.

"Are you Tara Carpenter?"

Tara snapped her head at the sudden voice. Seeing an angel but not the one she was hoping for. This angel was shorter. Probably a few inches taller than herself. Hair at a shoulder length. "Who's asking?"

"My name is Anika. I am an angel of the lord. I'm here to ask for your help."

"My help? Help with what?"

"Y/n is missing. She always stays in contact with me. But the past week she has gone silent. I worry that my sister may be in trouble." Anika had tried just about everything to find you. But it was like you had disappeared from the face of the earth. It was like what happened to her soulmate all over again.

"What?! Why wait a fucking week to tell me?!" The worry and that pull in her heart grew. You were missing. And she didn't know, again.

:)

[thathastagbiotch]

Run away

•Donatello x fugitive/on the run from the law! reader

•Romantic :D

•What if……vigilante meets cute thief?

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Oh no. See, you were currently being hunted by the police for stealing stuff from target. Why target? That’s literally the worst store to rob from, it’s been proven. Why couldn’t you think?

Moving on, you decided that the best tactic was to stay underground. Just for a while. Dress yourself up undercover until it blows over.

The police were hot on your trail. What target item requires this much security? Like genuinely, why are the police chasing you? That’s so stupid.

You hid in an alley. You quickly changed from your black suit(hey, what’s the point of stealing if you’re not looking slutty doing ur?) into a fluffy pink dress with a wave of your hand, and tied your hair into a ponytail.

Oh yeah, did I mention you’re a mutant? Well, kind of. You got caught in a radioactive nuclear blast that resulted in you getting random pink splotches on your body(work with me here, I’m just spitballing) and some cool powers. You were like, Eleven, but more badass.

The police were searching the block, looking for you. Seriously, what did you steal? You just stole a cool looking figurine from the back of the target supply room that was held in a glass box. No biggie. Nonetheless, you needed to hide, and fast. You quickly used your powers to move a manhole cover, and climbed down into the sewers.

Wow. You have been reduced to this. A rat. A pink, thief, rich, rat. Not a desirable outcome, I must admit. Nonetheless, you could back this. It’s got lots of space, a bunch of exits, and it’s stealthy.

Eh, who are you kidding? You’re in the fucking sewers. It’s the pits. It’s where all the dumped human feces go. And you’ve gotta chill here for the next, what, month?

You wandered around. Some many twists and turns, so many different ways to go and get lost. You began to map out everything in your little pocket sketchbook. Atleast you wouldn’t get lost.

Anywa- wait. Is that…..sounds? Like a Lou Jitsu movie? Le gasp! Lou Jitsu is like, the greatest action hero of all time! Whatever was going on, you had to check it out.

When you reached the sound, you found out that someone had made a home in the sewers. With a bed. And a tv. And FOOD! God, you were hungry. It wouldn’t hurt to sneak in, grab some food, and leave, right? You’ve been reduced to common thief anyway, might as well.

So you teleported in. You looked through the kitchen till you spotted something. Something glorious. A box of pizza. You quickly reached in to grab a slice when ‘knocks down entire pile of pots and pans cutely’.

So much for inconspicuous..

Whatever. You quickly grabbed the pizza and began to eat silently. Not your idea of a perfect Sunday, but it’s cool. Suddenly, you heard someone come around the corner.

“Raph, I’m telling you, there’s no one in the kitche-“

What the hell is that? Is-is that a fucking mutant turtle? Sorry, turtles?

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT-“

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Hehe. You like? Took three days.

Part 1(ur here), Part two

[fae-only-reblogs]

My Little Nightmares headcanons

This is probably messy to read I apologize! Remember these headcanons are just for fun & while some of them might have roots in canon they are ONLY headcanons! ❤️

The sound of Nightmares 🎧 (TSON)

- Sisi & Otto were foster kids adopted by the same family (no biological relation)

- I don't personally think Sisi/Cici is Six but I lean of her being the RCG from VLN

- Sisi could be an entirely different character to begin with

- Noone is blonde

- Children in the Waking world are still super small just as in the games

Very Little Nightmares (VLN)

- the pretender has parents

- IF the pretender & RCG do have a time loop situation it's of the easiest to be broken

- RCG & The pretender are friends! Then eventually they'll become friends who are also girls and beyond that who knows!

- The pretender is porcelain but can still grow

- The pretender gave RCG the name Rain because children who enter the Nowhere eventually lose their memories from the Waking world.

- The pretender's parents are out on business, somewhere. Either in the pale city or some location from TSON 🎧

LN comics

- The long haired girl & the boy in green are siblings

- The hunched back girl has powers of some kind (shown off in the comics but unsure what kind of powers they are exactly)

- ⭐ refugee boy & his sister as well as the hunched back girl were born in the Nowhere (More on this in a bit)

Little Nightmares (LN)

- The Lady & Six are the same person (time loop)

- There were four previous ladies before the current one (Lady Six). But these four were different individuals filling a title rather than the same person completing a loop four different times!

- Lady 1 passed her powers to lady 2, from her to Lady 3, and I believe Lady 4 wasn't killed but sent to the flooded parts of the Maw to become the granny by Lady 5 (or the 1st version of her anyways)

- Lady 5/Adult Six & Six have been in their own time loop for quite awhile. Maybe it's because the Nowhere finds their time loop particularly entertaining or the supply of (misery/souls/meat/whatever else the Nowhere sustains itself off of) has been significantly more than what those past four ladies could provide it. Time loop = entertaining & or Time loop = efficiency.

- The Lady is close with the doctor, the teacher, the hunter, and the barber due to having their portraits hung around the Maw.

- Children can't permanently die & we'll just essentially respond unless 1 of 3 events occur: 1) The soul reaches a breaking point/corruption & just can't continue. 2) They get taken out by a power strong enough to perma kill them - the pretender's ability to just evaporate you completely as in VLN. 3) The Nowhere consumes them in one way or another

- The flashlight girl is the daughter of the Lady (Adoptive or biological)

- The flashlight girl's model is taller than Six & Seven's models so I think she's closer to her teenage years 13 years old

- Not many HCs on Runaway kid other than his 'name' is Seven & he's 9 years old

Little Nightmares 2 (LN2)

- Mono & the thin man are the same person (Time Loop)

- The Thin man is one individual rather than a role to be filled (like the Lady)

- The thin man is a TV show/Radio host

- Thin man & The lady still keep in contact somehow (I like the idea of messaging birds)

- The hunter is Six's adoptive parent

- Spoon girl & Lollipop kid are friends! She 100% protects him from the monster's every time

- Mono came from an orphanage that caught fire (based off the LN2 comics)

Misc

- ⭐ Non hostile adults exist in the Nowhere (Refugee boy comes from a village after all) These villages were probably formed by children who were able to grow up without becoming monsters or puppets to the Nowhere (The Lady/Thin man)

- The Nowhere probably isn't fond of anything that isn't misery so I think these villages could make deals with powerful entities or the Nowhere itself so that the entity gains something for protection (probably a child sacrifice- yeah....)

There's still more I can put here but that can come later once I've posted all my drawings I've been doing for my main blog! Thank you for reading!

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Five: Lover’s Auction

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, you and your girlfriend had become inseparable! Millie had asked you to be hers one evening in front of the TV, she had injured her knee and pulled out of the last national camp of the year; a blessing in disguise as you got a full week off together to have you her all to yourself. You’d barely left Millie’s house during the week and were preparing to watch her teammates play at Wembley against the Netherlands, snuggled up on the sofa you found yourself thankful that she was injured as it meant you didn’t have to sit outside for hours in the freezing cold. You loved watching her play but you definitely enjoy it more when the weather is nice! The TV was on with the commentators mumbling in the background while you scrambled around the kitchen fetching the snacks that your dad usually supplies when you heard Millie’s name mentioned – once, twice, three time in the space of 5 minutes. “Right, I’m making a game!” pulling out the wine from the fridge. “Every time you’re mentioned, I’m gonna drink!” you laughed, pouring yourself a large glass of rosé and taking three big gulps. “Me too then!” Millie snatched the bottle from your hands and leant over you to take a glass from the top of the cupboard. “Every time you act like the boss, I’m gonna drink!” she laughed sarcastically while giving you the side eye. It’s not a secret that you had become quite vocal during Millie’s games lately, sometimes she says that she can even hear you when on the pitch. “We’re gonna need another bottle then” muttering to yourself with wide eyes as you pulled another from the fridge and went to get comfy on the sofa.

Snuggled up ready for the game to start it didn’t take you long to become mouthy over the starting line up causing Millie to already finish her first glass. During the game she couldn’t keep her eyes off you - she had to keep an eye on when she should be drinking but more importantly, she couldn’t help but admire how far you’d come from when you first met. Millie found herself watching you more intently then the actual match and even when she was watching the TV, she kept looking out the corner of her eye whenever you jolted in frustration or excitement. “Why do you keep looking at me weirdo?” You’d noticed since the game started but waited until near the end to point it out, climbing over the cushions to plop yourselves onto her lap. Both bottles of wine were almost finished and your words had become a little slurred but not enough to be worried about a hangover in the morning. “I’m just in awe..” she shook her head in a way that suggested she didn’t believe what she was saying - that’s because she couldn’t. Your head tilted with examining eyes, eager to get her to talk more. “Of you! How far you’ve come! Four months ago if you told me we’d be here, drinking over how many opinions my girlfriend has on football I wouldn’t have believed it! I’m so proud of you!” she said, scooping your body into a giant bear hug. You stopped listening when you heard that word, you have no idea what was said after it! Peeling yourself out of her strong arms in shock, your eyes wide and barely able to blink made her worry. “What did you say?” you asked, wanting confirmation before making your next move. “I’m proud of you!” Millie was smiling ear to ear, she hadn’t even registered what she had said. “No, the other part..” you whispered cautiously, watching Millie’s eyes search the room as she racked her brain. You knew it had hit when her lips parted, she had realised what she said which sent a little wave of panic through her brain. “Is there something wrong that?” she chuckled nervously, “well it’s kinda tradition to ask first, no?” Realising she did actually want you to be her girlfriend and it wasn’t just an accidental slip suddenly gave you all the power to play with her. “Is it not obvious that I want you to be?” still trying to joke her way out of it. You shook your head in a slow and pent up way, you wanted her to say it properly, not accidentally. “(Y/f/n) will you be my girlfriend?” she asked, taking your smaller hands in hers. “No, actually I don’t think…” you watched the cheeky smile drop in worry for a split second before twigging that you were being purposely annoying. “Nothing would make me happier!” you came clean, launching yourself on top of her, clutching her face in your palms to confirm your answer with a kiss.

“Where are we going?” Millie asked excitedly from the passenger seat of the car, you’d arranged a surprise for your girl before you both have to go back to work. “You didn’t tell me last time, I’m not telling you this time” you teased, your hand settling on her thigh as you pulled away. Since meeting Millie something inside of you had awoken, it’s like the sadness in your soul from losing your mum had been overwritten by finding her - she was like a giant plaster for your heart, as corny as that sounds. As an heiress for your father’s company you were aware that you were more privileged than most people and wanted to share that with Millie in a way that she wouldn’t contest to. She never just lets you buy things for her.. which is nice in a way but you want to treat the girl you’re falling in love with and there’s still at least one thing she doesn’t know about you yet! As you pulled into an empty looking airfield her face was full of confusion wondering what was about to happen, she kept looking over at you for clues or guidance but your face wasn’t giving anything away just yet. She watched you be waved through the gates by a warden who called you Miss (y/l/n) which told her you were known to them and parked up on what seemed like a runway. Millie’s eyebrows furrowed as she turned to you looking for any sort of clue she could get, you smiled sweetly and got out of the car, walking round to open her door and offer your hand. “What’s.. happening?” she said apprehensively, glancing around at the empty field, “you’ll see” you remained coy and mysterious as you grabbed your coats out the boot and wrapped her arm round your shoulder.

You guided your girlfriend around to the back of a warehouse looking building where a row of helicopters came into view, “are you scared of flying?” you asked sheepishly, hoping to everything she’d say no. Thankfully she shook her head, “perfect” you smiled, tiptoeing to reach her lips. Leading her over to the closest helicopter you opened the door and helped her inside, Millie was silent for a while, wondering what the hell was happening and looked even more confused when you got in the pilot’s seat! “Now, I don’t do this for just anybody, so you better be a good passenger!” squeezing her thigh with reassurance as you leaned over her body to strap her into the seat. “You do know how to fly right?” she simpered a little with caution in her voice, you chuckled lightly at her question “I got my pilots license before I got my driving license!” flicking on all the right buttons and whirring up the propellor. Tapping your microphone you asked if she could hear you through her headphones, noticing she was biting her inner lip and looked apprehensive. “Do you trust me?” you interrupted her worried thoughts, the question making her breath out a big sigh. “With my life” she said quietly making this one of the only times you’ve ever heard her not be loud and excitable - you’re sure she will love it once you’re in the air! “Shall we?” you asked, desperately wanting to do this but didn’t want to push her into anything she didn’t want to do. You made sure to offer her the same courtesy that she had been showing you all these months with the thing that made you worried. “Yeah! Sorry, I’m just a bit in shock!” she laughed, seemingly snapping out of her funk, she just had to get over the hurdle of you being a pilot before she could fully immerse herself in the experience. You radioed into the tower to clear you for take off and raised your gear shift to lift you off the ground.

Before flying off towards your destination you had an idea of how to calm her nerves and circled over central London pointing out the spots she knows all too well from the ground – Big Ben, the London Eye, Buckingham Palace. It was such a clear night that you could even see the Wembley Arch in the distance. “Who are the men playing tonight?” you asked her through the headphones, “Man U, why?” she responded, “shall we take a look?” making a small detour towards Stamford Bridge, you’re not allowed to fly directly over the stadium but she could see enough from where you were. “Oh my god! This is so cool!” she screamed, making you turn down the volume a little as you watched her take photos out of the window. You hovered for a short period before turning around and headed off towards Southend again.

Landing at a busier airport than the one you left, there was a car waiting to take you to your next destination. As you walked towards it, Millie pulled you back, “sorry, can we just talk about what happened please?” still shocked at how you own a helicopter, you can fly the helicopter and that she’s just got from London to Southend in less than 20 minutes.. by you, her pilot.. in a helicopter! Your little adventure had earned b dathe exact reaction you were expecting and spoke about how learning to fly was a life goal when you were a child, you’ve always been fascinated by the sky – the sun, moon, planets, stars and seeing the world from above that getting your flying license was the first thing you wanted to do when you finished school. You don’t fly a lot nowadays and save it for special occasions or when the traffic is backed up, “it’s just quicker sometimes.. and more romantic! Tell me that wasn’t romantic!” winking as you opened the car door. “Of all the things I thought you may have planned for tonight, that certainly wasn’t one of them!” she laughed nervously, still in awe at how you pulled that off. You had booked your dad’s chauffeur to drive you to your next destination and as you pulled up, a nigh on empty field with a dozen young girls came into view. Millie knew exactly what it was when she looked out the window then snapped her neck to look back at you - you’d bought her to your old training ground. “Give me a sec okay” leaning over to kiss her before getting out of the car, leaving no time for questions. You left Millie there to come to terms with what was happening, watching out the window as you embraced the person she assumed was the coach.

“(Y/n)! I can’t believe you’re here, look at you!” the older lady gushed, “I didn’t know if you’d remember me Miss” you smiled, slightly emotional to be back in the place that bought you so much joy and sadness. “Oh please, call me Maggie!” swooping you into another giant hug. She understood why you stopped going all those years ago but the nostalgia warmed you inside like mum was hugging you too. Millie had awakened something that you’d tried hard to push down for 20 years, you used to love playing on this pitch, no matter how scrappy it was - it’s certainly had an upgrade since then but could still use some more work! Millie watched from the car as you pointed towards it, noticing the coach nodding before you came running back to her. “The girls have a game tonight, do you want to stay and watch?” you asked, holding out your hand to help her out of the car. “I’d honestly love nothing more” she said with a glint in her eye, knowing this was such a massive step for you. Millie had been keen not to push your boundaries when it came to talking about football but was so happy to be part of this journey with you, you held her coat open as she slipped her arms through and lead her into the town hall that backed onto the field.

Gathering in the small hall with a few parents you collected some hot drinks from the counter and wandered around looking at the photo clad walls. You skimmed from black and white photos to beige, faded to brightly coloured newer ones. Millie joined you with some raffle tickets they were selling to raise money for a new lawn mower, passing you a couple of strips then draped her arms around your neck as she stood behind. “That’s me” you said with a quiver, pointing at the faded and fuzzy 90s photo hung up on the wall. Proudly standing tall with your chest puffed out in the middle of a team photo from 1999. “Nice hair” Millie nudged you, knocking the tears welling in your eyes away as you snickered at the bowl haircut, “that’s so I could play with the boys too” you laughed, sinking back into her as she tightened her grip around you. “I bet little (y/n) didn’t expect to see you back here” she said quietly as her chin rested onto your shoulder. “Is that your mum?” pointing at the photo next to the team, you nodded gently. “You look so alike” Millie kissed the top of your head, “she used to call me her mini me” reaching out to stroke your mum’s beautiful face. “And is that a player of the match award?” she said a bit louder, knowing she had to keep talking so you didn’t fall into sad hole. You leant closer, squinting at the framed newspaper article –

Goalkeeper (y/f/n) saves the day for Southend Girls once again!

Southend Girls were playing Billericay Juniors tonight and they’ve been on a bit of a losing streak, you’d hoped maybe they would be inspired by meeting a real life Lioness, just like you were all those years ago. “You don’t mind do you?” you wondered if maybe you’d overstepped, walking out to the field with your styrofoam cups of tea, it was starting to get cold. The crowd was made up of the parents of the girls who were huddled into a circle, Maggie welcomed you both over as she introduced you. “Girls, this is (y/n) she used to play here when she was your age and this is Millie Bright, she plays for Chelsea and England”. The smiles on the girls’ faces were undeniable and listening to Millie give them a pep talk made you so happy inside. The girls won their first game this season and afterwards both teams took a group photo with Millie, “this will be framed and hung up next time you come (y/n), please don’t leave it as long next time”, Maggie hugged you both one last time before making your way back to the car. You talked with Millie the entire journey back to the airport, you’d been inspired to start training as a coach for young girls and wanted to build the team into something more, something for all girls - young and old. Maggie is getting close to retirement age and is looking for a replacement, you’d be the perfect fit if you can ace the training! You’d been sleeping on this idea for a while but wanted to visit to make sure you could handle it. Instead of running away from the sadness you wanted to bask in the happiness that the team bought you for years.

Following The River Thames back to London you had so much on your mind - can I go into football coaching with absolutely no experience apart from when I was 6 years old? Would it even be possible? What will dad think? He thinks I’m destined to take over the company but what will he think of my other ideas? I guess I could do both. What the fuck have I just done?! “You okay captain?” Millie’s soothing voice floated into your ears through the headphones snapping you out of the spiralling thoughts. “What have I just done?” you asked back to her as you flew over Dartford Crossing, looking at the traffic backed up like always gave relief that you were not stuck in it on the ground. “You’ve just done something amazingly positive!” she said animatedly, looking at you with pure joy in her eyes like you were the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, even with the London Skyline glistening up ahead. Her hand went to grab your thigh like she always does but pulled back quickly wondering if it was okay to touch you while you were flying, you noticed her hand waving around in confusion and plucked it out of the air, placing it where it wouldn’t hinder your control of the aircraft. You always hold each other when you’re driving but she didn’t know if the same etiquette was okay to do in a helicopter! “I’m going to support you every step of the way” she assured you, squeezing a little tighter to make sure her words sunk in. Millie had a wonderful way of recognising your patterns of overthinking and opening the conversation around them, she’s incredibly attentive to the way you go silent for long periods and know that’s when your ‘messy brain’ starts to take hold.

Floating back down to earth you then drove back to her place, greeting the dogs at the doorway and changing into an oversized tee Millie gave you for when you stay at hers. She sat down on the sofa, tapping the cushion for you to come snuggle into her, laying your head on her lap she stroked your hair gently. “I’m so proud of you baby” she leant down to kiss you, “today must have taken a lot of energy” kissing you on the forehead this time. It had taken a lot of energy to plan everything and you were a bit worried that you had maybe set yourself up for failure with the coaching thing but it was positive energy to start with, you’re just second guessing yourself. You know deep down that this is your destiny, maybe dad knew this when he invited Millie to the auction, he did seem particularly happy when you were outside together and has accepted her into the family with the greatest ease. Today was the start of something special, something memorable and with Millie by your side you know you can do anything.

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[...] It found data centers will account for 8 percent of total electricity use in the United States by 2030, a near tripling of their share today. New solar and wind energy will meet about 40 percent of that new power demand from data centers, the forecast said, while the rest will come from a vast expansion in the burning of natural gas. The new emissions created would be comparable to that of putting 15.7 million additional gas-powered cars on the road.

We're in the middle of a climate crisis and tech corps are tearing down forests to build swathes of new data centres for generative AI that nobody wants, and it's sucking up so much energy that power grids are struggling to keep up with the demand. I don't care how much of the power it takes to produce AI slop comes from renewable sources; every drop of energy demanded by these data centres would be much better used literally anywhere else, and that's to say nothing about the obscene volumes of water it's using up, too.

The longstanding capitalist concept of "supply and demand" is a fucking lie, if it ever held a shred of truth in the first place. What gets sold to you has fuck all to do with what you need or want, and this is the best proof you're ever like to get. You exist to cough up the cash for whatever a billionaire wants to sell you, to grind away at your shitty little job in order to funnel more and more money to them. You are never going to exist as a human being with free will before the end of capitalism. You will buy the smart TV with AI in it, because there are no new TVs available for you to buy without it. You don't get a choice. Your purpose is to give the corporation back the money they poured into this AI shit so they don't have to take a loss on it.

Get involved in your local communities, do what you can to help people who aren't like you. If you're asking how you're supposed to help dismantle capitalism, that's where you start, by caring for people who aren't like you and doing your part to support others so that they can support you in turn. Kindness, acceptance and community with strangers is revolutionary; be tolerant of everything except intolerance, and as long as someone isn't actively trying to do you harm, welcome them in. A singular hero is not going to arise to lead everyone to the promised land and save the world. You cannot afford to sit and wait to be rescued. It has to be you and your comrades, and it has to be all of you.

If this AI shit hasn't shown you exactly how this world works and you aren't simultaneously enraged and terrified by it, I don't know what else is going to do it for you. Godspeed.