#and this is just... okay? acceptable? NORMAL?

[girlgenius1111]

you must've been looking for me

alexia putellas x reader r is struggling in the aftermath of an injury that has sidelined her for a couple months. alexia begins to realize that r is struggling in a different way than she initially thought. yet r is not quite ready or willing to admit or accept that she isn't okay. tw for discussions of an eating disorder.

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Alexia wasn’t sure when it started. She wasn’t sure how she missed it, either. All she knew was that one day she looked at you, and noticed for the first time that something was wrong. There were all the physical signs, sure. But what got her the most was the look in your eyes, like you were exhausted every second of every day. 

Then, she started noticing more. The clear apprehension on your face at meals. The click of the lock on the bathroom door when you went to shower. The way you shied away from her hands whenever they drifted too close to your stomach or thighs. Eating less. Disappearing to the bathroom after dinner. 

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. She’d written so much off as you just having a hard time adjusting to being out injured. Alexia hated herself, just a little bit, for not catching it sooner. She should have been paying more attention, should have been focused on you and your tendency to overthink rather than your ankle and when you’d be well enough to get back on the pitch. 

Now, your ankle was the least of her worries. Yet she knew she had to approach this carefully. You weren’t one to jump at the chance to talk about your feelings. You never had been. Alexia had always felt that there was a layer to you that you never let anyone see. Not even her. She was okay with that, understood that. Emotions weren’t the easiest thing for her, either. It appeared that the things you kept locked away inside were hurting you a lot more than Alexia had ever considered. And she wasn’t entirely sure how she was supposed to talk to you about something she was sure you didn’t want to discuss. 

—

You, meanwhile, thought you were being subtle. Perhaps because it had taken Alexia weeks to notice, you felt pretty confident that no one could tell that anything was wrong. As far as you were concerned, nothing was wrong. This was just… something that happened sometimes. A phase. A phase of having a difficult time and hating what you saw looking back at you in the mirror. 

You’d… fix it, and then go back to normal. Your ankle would heal, you’d be able to go back to working out like you usually did, go back to looking how you were used to looking. You refused to think about how cliche you sounded, even in your own head. Everyone said they had control, that they’d stop once they got to where they wanted to be. 

But you were sick, and the sick part of you refused to see what the logical part of your brain clearly recognized. This wasn’t okay. This wasn’t under control. 

Unfortunately, logical you wasn’t winning out at the moment. The other part was in charge, pulling you deeper and deeper into a dark pit that had no mechanism to use to climb out. You fell blindly into that pit, like you were helpless to fight back. All you had to do was open your eyes and realize that what you were doing wasn’t going to make you better. Yet you stubbornly kept your eyes squeezed shut, because if you pretended not to know what you were doing, you could keep doing it. 

Your plan didn’t account for your girlfriend. Your earnest, sweet, protective girlfriend, who was sitting next to you on the sofa, thoughts racing with different things she could say. In the end, she didn’t go with any of the speeches she’d practiced in her head in the shower, or at night while you slept next to her. She didn’t use any of the advice she’d read online. 

Really, Alexia just panicked. Because you were sitting next to her, your hand loosely gripping hers, watching the same film she was watching, but you felt so far away. Your thoughts were elsewhere, she could tell. And all of a sudden, like a high speed crash, Alexia was hit with a wave of anxiety. You were slipping away right in front of her. You were hurting, and you were right there next to her and she didn’t know how to reach you. Didn’t know how to fix it, how to take the pain away. All she knew was that she couldn’t lose you, couldn’t watch you hurt any longer without saying something. 

You’d been lost in your thoughts, considering whether it would be easier to skip breakfast or lunch the next day, when Alexia’s voice broke the calm tranquility of the evening. 

“Can we talk?” Alexia said suddenly. You jolted slightly, turning your head to find her already looking at you. Already gazing at you with something unreadable in her eyes. Your surprise quickly morphed into concern, and you reached for the remote, pausing the TV. 

“Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?” You wondered, turning your body to give your girlfriend your full attention. 

Alexia hesitated for a moment. It was clear to her that you were blissfully unaware of what she was about to bring up. You were looking at her with your brows furrowed, like something was wrong with her, like she was the one who needed to be worried about. 

The brunette took a deep breath, before smiling sadly at you and reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I do not think you are going to want to discuss what I want to talk about. But please, amor, just let me say what I need to say. Okay?” 

You blinked, a wave of fear washing over you. Was Alexia about to break up with you? Right then, right there? Was the best thing you’d ever known about to be over?

“Okay.” You said quietly, voice trembling. “Is it about… us?” 

“No, bebé. It’s not about us.” You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and Alexia looked apprehensive,, raking a hand back through her loose hair. “It’s about you, mi amor. I’m worried about you.” 

You felt your stomach drop. Heat rushed to your face. That feeling that the world might be ending settled in your chest. Your mouth went dry, your hands began to shake. “I’m… I’m fine, Ale.” 

Alexia pursed her lips, before slowly shaking her head. “No, bebé. I do not think you are.” 

Your girlfriend didn’t say it like there was any question to the matter; she spoke as though the issue was settled. Like there was no argument to be had about whether or not you were okay. Her firmness made you pause, long enough for Alexia to begin speaking again.

“Something has been off for a few weeks, but I just thought you were having a hard time with being injured. I have been paying more attention, though, and I know what I am seeing, now, bebé. I know what is going on, and I do not want you to pretend that it is nothing.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said stubbornly, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists in your lap. Your whole body was taught with tension, and Alexia’s eyes flitted over you, like she wanted to pull you in but knew you wouldn’t let her right then. 

Something wasn’t making sense to you. Everything your girlfriend was saying, the way she was speaking, it all made it seem like she knew. But if she knew… there was no way she’d be looking at you with the amount of love you saw on her face. There was no way she’d look this worried and not… disgusted. Not upset. 

As if reading your mind, Alexia spoke again. 

“You do, mi amor. And I am telling you that you do not have to be ashamed or embarrassed or feel guilty or anything. I just want you to talk to me, okay?” 

Something about the soft tone of her voice shook you to your core, and suddenly it was a fight to blink away the tears pooling in your eyes. She always did this, always knew exactly what to say to get you to admit that something was wrong. She’d done it when you’d broken your ankle, and she’d somehow known you needed to cry about it. When you’d made that mistake against Seville and she hadn’t let you walk away from her without letting her hug you. 

You shook your head rapidly, digging your nails into your palm. “I can’t.” 

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and they felt like an admission of guilt. Alexia wasn’t phased, though, her hazel eyes gazing at you so warmly you wanted to sob. 

“Okay. Then let me tell you what I have noticed, sí?” You didn’t reply, but Alexia kept going anyway. “You are eating less. And when you do not eat less, you disappear afterwards, and come back looking like you just cried. You flinch away when I touch you sometimes, and you change in the bathroom with the door shut. You’re quieter, and sadder, and I can see that you are hurting.”

Alexia paused, letting the silence fill the room as she studied you. Your eyes were fixed on a spot on the sofa underneath you, but Alexia could see the glimmer of tears waiting to break free. 

“Mi amor, I think you are having a hard time eating.” Your eyes squeezed shut, and Alexia’s heart squeezed in her chest. “I want to help you, bebé, but you have to tell me how. You have to let me.” 

It was quiet for a moment, Alexia watching your facial expression to gain any understanding of where your head was at, what you were about to say. She was fully prepared for more resistance, more pushback. She was half surprised you hadn’t shouted at her yet, actually. 

But just as she was getting ready to say something else, to try to coax you into talking to her with more soft words and gentle reassurances, you opened your mouth. It was barely more than a whisper, but the silence that filled the room meant Alexia heard you easily. 

“I didn’t want you to know.” 

The pain in your voice took Alexia’s breath away, just for a moment. “Why, cariño?” 

You scoffed, finally raising your head to look her in the eye. “Why? Because it’s humiliating, Alexia. It’s disgusting and it’s shameful and it’s stupid and I should know better. I’m an adult, not a teenager, and this is just so ridiculous, and now you’re worrying about it and I’m messing everything up.” 

Your girlfriend shook her head gently, reaching out to cradle your cheek, swiping her thumb under your eye to catch a falling tear. 

“No, it is none of those things. Not disgusting, not shameful, not stupid. Eating disorders are not something only teenagers deal with, amor, you know that.” 

Your breath caught at the mere title of what you already knew was going on with you. It shouldn’t have been so jarring to hear it outloud, but something about hearing it made it more real, more serious. More terrifying. 

Alexia continued, her voice soft and coaxing.“This happens to so many athletes. Did you really think I would judge you or see you differently because of this?” 

You shrugged, sniffling. “Logically, no. But I just… my brain isn’t being very logical right now. And…” 

You let the sentence drift off, thinking twice about what you were going to say. Your girlfriend had caught the way your eyes seemed to fill with tears again, and she leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. 

“And what, bebé? Tell me.” 

You inhaled deeply, bracing yourself as if for impact, when really you were saying a simple sentence. Still, the sentence felt like another admission of guilt, another failure you’d be admitting to. It felt like a testament to how sick you knew you were, but you weren’t quite ready to accept that yet. 

“And I knew you’d make me stop.” You whispered. 

Alexia’s expression softened even further, if that was possible, and this time she didn’t hold herself back from tugging you into her arms. With your face pressed into her chest, there was nothing left in you that was willing to pretend that you were okay. Soft sobs filled the quiet of the apartment, but you weren’t too far gone to not feel shame. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m such a mess right now, you don’t need to deal with this.” You pulled away, drying the tears off your face with the hem of your shirt. When you looked back at your girlfriend she was frowning, almost sternly, like you were about to get a lecture.

“Do not talk about yourself like that, please. You are not, and never have been, something I deal with. You are someone I love, you could never be a burden to me.” 

Sometimes, more often than you liked to admit, Alexia would say things to you that felt too good to be true. Like you were living someone else’s life, a life you didn’t deserve. This was one of those things that felt like it was too sweet, too good to be said to you. 

All you could do in response was grab Alexia’s hand and squeeze it with a weak smile on your face. Somehow, Alexia didn’t seem to find this very convincing. 

“I mean it, mi amor. I am here for you, however you need me to be. If you need me to talk to Pere and the physios with you, I will. If you want me to come with you to therapy, I will. If you need me to–”

What little peace you’d found in Alexia’s comfort evaporated almost immediately. You leaned away from her, your expression suddenly defensive and unmistakably scared. 

“Talking to the physios? To Pere? Therapy? Alexia, none of that is necessary.” 

Alexia’s mouth opened and shut a few times, as she looked at you, completely stunned. “You- not necessary? Amor, this is serious.” 

But it couldn’t be. You couldn’t let it be serious. Couldn’t be the person everyone worried about, couldn’t be the girl who wasn’t okay. It was one thing to admit you had a bit of a problem. It was entirely another to admit that it was a problem you’d completely lost control of. 

You didn’t think about how you couldn’t make it through any meal without thinking of all the calories within. 

You didn’t think about hearing that voice, the one that lived inside your head that told you that you were horrible and bad and ugly and unlovable. 

You didn’t think about how even on days where you did eat, and didn’t make yourself sick afterwards, the thoughts that ran through your head were enough to make you question if you really even wanted to be here at all anymore. 

You didn’t think about how you couldn’t understand why anyone stayed, why anyone spent any time with you. Because it was more than just an eating problem; there was something wrong inside your head that made you hate yourself, and this was just another manifestation of that broken part of you. 

“It’s not serious. It’s completely under control.” 

Alexia blinked at you, completely disbelieving. It didn’t make any sense to her; you’d admitted something was going on, but taking it a step further and admitting you needed help wasn’t something you’d allow. How could you see there was a problem and not see that it couldn’t be fixed by you all on your own? It didn’t make any sense to her. 

“It’s not, bebé. It is not under control. You need help.” Alexia worked to keep her voice soft, gentle. You still reacted like she’d shouted at you.

Rising from the sofa, you put as much distance between you and your girlfriend as you could. All you felt was fear, and sadness. Neither of those emotions were safe emotions, though. Neither of those were emotions you could hide behind, so you did the only thing you could think of. You got angry. 

“Alexia, I don’t need help. Not your help, not anyone else’s help. You don’t get to tell me what I need.” It wasn’t so much your words but the vitriol you spoke with that had your girlfriend realizing this conversation was over for the evening. 

“You are upset. We can talk more tomorrow when we are more calm.” Alexia said slowly, looking like she wanted to reach out and grab your hand, but resisted. You were rendered speechless that she hadn’t shouted back at you. It was shocking that she hadn’t tried harder. 

Shocking, and something else. Disappointing, just slightly. Like maybe she was giving up on you. 

Alexia walked away into the bedroom, and you didn’t know whether to follow or not. You didn’t know how to face her after all of this, you didn’t know how to ask for what you needed. 

All you could do was stare at the space she’d been standing, and wonder when everything had gotten so messy.

—

You slept on the couch that night, though you didn’t really want to. It felt like you were being torn in two, with part of you craving the comfort Alexia had provided, the relief of knowing that she finally knew and you didn’t have to keep so much hidden from her. The other part of you couldn’t admit she was right, that you did need help. You weren’t sure if it was pride that stopped you, or fear of what anyone finding out would mean. More than anything, you didn’t want anyone to see you differently. Not the team, not the staff. Not anyone. You didn’t want to be unwell, you didn’t want to be worried about. The latter part of you must have been stronger, because instead of crawling into bed next to Alexia and letting her wrap you up in her arms, you were on the couch under a soft throw blanket that didn’t feel anywhere close to as soft as Alexia. 

The next morning came without either of you getting much sleep, yet you woke up with an alarming amount of clarity. Maybe Alexia had been whispering in your ear while you slept, or maybe your brain just needed to relax before it really thought critically about what was going on. Either way, you felt a little embarrassed for how you reacted the night before. You didn’t want to need help, but you also weren’t completely blind to the fact that you needed it. The suggestion, though, of telling people, of asking for help, was so terrifying it had you spiralling and downright refusing before you’d even really thought much about it. 

But in the light of day, you realized maybe Alexia had a point. There was a before all this, a time when you didn’t think about the way you looked or obsessed over the things you ate. There was a time before everything felt this heavy, even if you hadn’t realized how heavy things had gotten until just now. And you’d thought, for a while, that a time after would come when you’d been successful, when you’d gotten to where you wanted to be. You also knew how wrong that thinking was, knew enough about eating disorders to know there was no point you’d be satisfied if you kept going like this. 

There could still be an after, just maybe a more healthy one. 

How to explain this mess of thoughts to your girlfriend, you weren’t sure. 

You were hesitantly standing in the doorway of the bedroom, needing to get dressed to go to training, though training was still just rehab for you, but unsure if Alexia wanted you in the room. 

She’d been upset last night, that was for sure. And, to an extent, you understood why. You just weren’t sure how long this… whatever she was feeling, anger or not, would last. You didn’t know if she was going to look at you with that fearful and disappointed look in her eyes again, the look you saw last night and would be perfectly content never seeing again as long as you lived. 

Yet Alexia came out of the bathroom, pulling a t-shirt over her head, and her lips tilted into a small smile at the sight of you. Without any hesitation on her part, your girlfriend crossed the room in a few steps and pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back, though you were confused. 

Alexia murmured a quiet good morning into your hair, seemingly content to just… stand there and hold you for a minute. 

“Hi.” You whispered back. “Are you not… not mad at me?” 

Alexia pulled away finally, her forehead creased in confusion. “Mad? Why would I be mad?” 

“I… last night you were mad because I said I didn’t need any help. You were upset with me, that’s why I slept on the sofa.” 

“No, mi amor, no.” Alexia said rather frantically, gently grabbing your face in her hands. “I was not mad. I was upset, yes, but not mad at you. You were so worked up and upset, I thought you wanted space, that is why I did not say anything when you didn’t come to bed.” 

“Oh.” You mumbled, eyes casted downwards in an effort to avoid eye contact with your girlfriend. “I misunderstood.” 

You felt Alexia’s lips press against your temple before you were back in her arms, squeezed tight to her chest. 

“I am sorry, bebé. I was not angry with you. This is not… this is not something I get to be angry with you about, understand? This is so difficult, and you need to do this on your own time and your own terms. I cannot, and will not, force you to do something you are not ready to do. Recovery… it has to be a choice, mi amor. It has to be your choice.” 

Somehow, all of that made you feel worse. You’d half been hoping she’d still be mad, you realized, just so you could be mad back at her. Just so you could go back to ignoring the fact that she was right last night. You did need help. But she was being soft and understanding and patient, and that didn’t leave you much room to deny what you knew to be true. 

Alexia was right. Getting better had to be something you wanted. And while you were sure you were at wanting yet, you knew that you needed to get better. 

You must have been quiet for longer than you thought, because Alexia was tilting your chin up and saying your name for what sounded like not the first time. 

“Tell me what is going on in your head. Please.” 

You inhaled deeply, suddenly feeling like you didn’t have the words to explain anything that was going on in your head. “I just… I don’t know. I think you were right last night, but I don’t want to think that. I don’t want to need help, Ale, I really don’t. I don’t know what to do. I’m- I’m scared.” 

Those words may have never left your mouth before, save for when you were forced into watching horror movies. Yet they spilled right out of your mouth so easily, Alexia’s magic power of somehow making you be vulnerable working too well. 

The relief that flashed across your girlfriend’s face was not something you could possibly miss. You hadn’t even fully agreed with her yet, but clearly the fact that you weren’t still stuck in denial was enough for Alexia, and that made it feel like enough for you, too. 

“You do not have to know what to do. You do not have to fix this yourself. We can figure it out together, amor. Take today to think about what you want to do. Nothing has to be decided right now. Think about therapy, consider it. But try to breathe for now, hm? Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” 

Alexia leaned in, then, gently pressing her lips to yours. She kissed you with emotion and love and so much softness, you felt tears sting your eyes. You weren’t sure why, exactly, but you believed her that everything would be okay. It was the way she said it, confident and sure, that settled something within you. That took some of the unease and just made it go away. 

—

Of course, today of all days was when the medical staff decided you were ready to run again. You’d thought it was still a few days off, maybe a week, but they were happy with the progress you were making. Esther, the lead physio in charge of your recovery, told you the news excitedly, and initially, you felt the same way.

Though it was just meant to be a light jog on the treadmill, you thought it might make you feel better, might calm the racing thoughts that had been plaguing you since the night before, but which had grown even worse since Alexia had left you to train with the team. You could tell she was nervous by the way she bit at her bottom lip and squeezed your hand almost too tight in the hall outside the gym. 

“Have someone come get me if you need me, okay? Promise?” She’d said. 

You’d promised, though you hadn’t thought you’d need her. You’d have been wrong though. 

Because here you were, barely a half hour later, and it felt like everything was crashing down around you for the second time in less than 24 hours. 

You hadn’t done any intense exercise since your injury. Hadn’t run since then. Incidentally, that meant you hadn’t done any intense exercise or running since… it had started. And within just a few minutes of your run, your head began to spin. Black spots dotted your eyes, and your breath came short. 

You’d have liked to think that it was just a lack of water, or maybe the stress of the night before combined with such an overwhelming step forward in your recovery. Instead, as you pulled the emergency stop pin and stumbled off the treadmill, all you could think was that you’d really messed up. 

You could feel the weakness in your body, the lack of strength that had nothing to do with your time off recovering from your injury. 

What you’d probably known already became suddenly very apparent and undeniable. You were weak because you hadn’t been eating. Hadn’t been fueling yourself correctly. Not enough to get through the day, certainly not enough to get through a workout. The consequences of your actions were staring you right in the face, and even though you should have seen them coming, they were a complete shock. 

What you’d tried to tell yourself was a quest to be better, be healthier, was something else entirely. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t about that. It was about what you looked like and how you felt in your body. 

If you kept going like this, your career would be in trouble. The realization felt like a slap to the face, a punch to the stomach. 

You sat down heavily on a weight bench, dropping your head into your hands. You were lost in your head, entirely and completely enveloped in the enormity of what you’d been doing to yourself, and what it meant for you. 

A hand rested on your back, and a voice met your ears. 

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on? Is it your ankle?” Esther asked, scanning your body for any sign of what was wrong. You’d been fine one minute, jogging happily on the treadmill, a small smile on your face. The next, you’d gone pale, all the color draining from your face before you practically fell off the treadmill. 

“N-no.” You managed. “Dizzy.” 

You didn’t have to look at Esther’s face to know she was confused. Before she could speak, though, a second voice piped up. 

“Esther, can you go get Alexia?” Kika said quietly, crouching down on your other side. Her face was scrunched with concern, and she grabbed your hand, squeezing gently. 

Esther was off without another word, and your stomach twisted at the thought of Alexia seeing you like this, of Alexia knowing that things were this bad. It seemed, too, that Alexia wasn’t the only one that knew something was going on. 

Even though your head was still spinning, you forced your eyes back open and looked down at Kika.

“What did she tell you?” 

Kika gave you a sad smile. “Nothing, really. Just asked me to get her if you didn’t seem okay.” 

Your heart simultaneously clenched and melted. Of course Alexia would ask the only other player in the gym for recovery with you to keep an eye on you. And of course, she didn’t tell anyone anything specific, just as she promised she wouldn’t. 

“Just breathe slow, okay? I’ll get you some water once Ale gets here.” 

You nodded, just barely, and focused on your breathing. Eyes fixed on your navy training shorts, you inhaled and exhaled, trying to match the rhythm that Kika was rubbing her thumb back and forth over your knuckles. 

You didn’t even have time to glance up when the door opened again before Alexia was darting across the gym and falling to her knees in front of you. She was breathless, frantic, and you felt a pang of guilt for worrying her like this. 

Alexia’s hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your face in her direction. She was sweaty, eyes wide with alarm and frantically scanning your whole body for a sign of what might be hurting you. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” 

Your eyes flickered to Kika, though the movement made you dizzier. You gripped Alexia’s forearms, trying to hold yourself steady, unsure how to answer Alexia’s question without lying and without letting Kika know what was going on. You didn’t think you could take the shame of another person knowing just yet. 

Luckily, Kika got the hint, mumbling something about water and an energy gel and heading out the door. 

Alexia didn’t look away from you the whole time, her eyes fixated on you, burning with worry. She looked to be seconds away from taking you by the shoulders and shaking you, begging for you to tell her what is wrong. 

“I-I’m not okay.” You whispered, hoping that Alexia knew you well enough to understand what you somehow couldn’t force yourself to say out loud. 

Her expression softened, one hand moving to cradle your cheek. 

“I know, amor. Tell me what does not feel right.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to steady the wobble of your bottom lip. It was no use, and soon tears were sliding down your cheeks, warm and silent. 

“Dizzy. Really dizzy. I almost passed out.” 

You couldn’t look your girlfriend in the eye, but you could feel the realization hit her, the way her breath caught and her hand tightened its hold on yours. 

“Because of…?”

You nodded, eyes still shut. “I’m not okay.” Repeating this sentence felt like the only thing you could do to ask for help. Because actually asking would have made you the weakest person on earth. 

“Okay. Okay, bebé.” Alexia murmured, tapping your cheek lightly until you opened your eyes again. “You need help, mi amor. We need to get you help.” 

This time, you didn’t jump away from her or act like she was crazy. You didn’t shout. You just exhaled a short breath, and nodded slightly. 

It made you feel sick, agreeing with her. Because asking for help, trying to help yourself was somehow harder than hurting yourself. That was easy, you realized. Hating yourself and believing you didn’t deserve anything good came so naturally to you.

The mere acknowledgement that you needed help was the hardest thing you think you’d ever done. Yet you knew that whatever came next would be even harder. 

—

i metaphorically just gave you a piece of my soul. please enjoy.

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No Judgement - GR63

George Russell x BestFriend!Reader

summary: You and George have been best friends since before his career in F1, always there for each other. He's the only one who accepts you just the way you are. Although fans think you're a bit weird for him, he doesn't care. And, after all, opposites do attract.

based on this request right here

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yourinstagram i'm about to crash tf out ngl

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charles_leclerc Why?

> yourinstagram because i'm fighting battles you’ll never understand > charles_leclerc What battles? You vs your ugly shoes? 🧐 > yourinstagram yeah because YOU have such good fashion sense > user be serious charles

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> user she’s not even trying to be funny though? > user that's the thing... she isn't funny

user she’s weird, like the kind of weird you can’t fake

> user lowkey feel like her intentions aren't the purest and george doesn’t even notice > user they've been friends before his f1 career, let's not do this shit now

user she and george are SO opposite I actually think it balances the universe

> user he’s giving oxford debate and she’s giving dropped out of school > user he’s too good for her but it’s working and I hate that

user She looks like she made George do tarot readings

user I love that George is like a gentleman and she’s... her

user she definitely manifested him. with like, crystals.

user not to be rude but she kind of gives “i thought he was gay at first” energy

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georgerussell63 Standard pre-race vibes

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yourinstagram you’re welcome for the entertainment

>user literally what does she even do? > user she does him that's what > yourinstagram well i don't but that was a good comeback i respect it 👏

user why is she wearing sweats in the paddock?

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> user unhinged is generous

user i'd pay to see what their texts look like

user how is he not distracted by that? how?

> user maybe he's into chaotic energy idk

user if they’re not dating yet I’m gonna sue

user he's too polished for her

user george’s mom definitely calls her “that girl”

user not to be dramatic but if she breaks his heart I will take legal action

> user break his heart??? they’re just friends

user she’s literally just doing bits in the background like it’s her show 💀

user why is she climbing that chair like that 😭

user no because i can HEAR her saying “george look!!” and him ignoring her

user she makes everything look unserious and i love that for her

user someone get her down from the chair before she breaks something 😭

user the fact that she doesn’t care what’s going on and he clearly likes it 😭

user what is she even doing back there LMAOOO

user i’m begging her to act normal just once

user help she’s gonna fall

user she’s gonna knock over something expensive i feel it

> georgerussell63 won’t you look at that?? yourinstagram

> yourinstagram ???? everyone knows that wasn’t even the most expensive champagne on the market

user why is she dressed like that 😭

user why is no one stopping her?

> charles_leclerc I ask myself that all the time…

yourinstagram y'all can't handle my swag

yourinstagram added to their story!

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georgerussell63 it's because you brought a whole farmacy in your bag 😤

> yourinstagram don't act like you didn't take my benadryl to sleep > georgerussell63 you can't keep saying shit like this in public > yourinstagram mercedesamgf1 i'm joking

> user not her snitching on his sleep aids in front of millions

alex_albon No one invited me

> yourinstagram you didn’t pass the vibe check > georgerussell63 because you always forget your passport

user you cannot convince me they haven’t kissed

user it’s the way george looks like he's going to europe and she looks like she's going to mexico or smth

maxverstappen1 don't worry I think George was the one they were judging

> yourinstagram don’t start > georgerussell63 maxverstappen1 ? > user oh this just got good

> user max came here to start violence and left like it’s casual

lando did you lose a bet or something?

> yourinstagram are you losing the championship or something? > user HELP WHY ARE THEY ALL IN HER COMMENTS

> user lando got cooked and didn’t even fight back 😭

lilymhe did you bring medication or just incense again?

> yourinstagram mind your business lady

kikagomes I kind of admire the chaos

> yourinstagram do you want to switch places?

user they’re opposites in a way that concerns me

user nah bc they’re all in the comments like it’s a groupchat 💀

user george is one “babe please be serious” away from imploding

user her bag probably has crystals, six vitamins, a banana, and a taser

user this feels like i walked into a conversation i wasn’t meant to see but i’m not leaving

user she’s too powerful they’re all scared of her and they should be

user no bc what kind of relationship involves benadryl beef on main

user is this flirting or HR violation i genuinely can’t tell??

user she’s the only person who could talk to all 4 of them like that and survive

user the entire grid acting like siblings in her comments i’m obsessed

user girl this is not close friends why are u posting like that 😭

📍Tulum, Mexico

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yourinstagram ?? unpredictable??

yourinstagram you always post the pics where i'm ugly and you're hot 😔

> georgerussell63 you're never ugly > yourbff george like this if she made you say that > user why do i feel like she screenshotted that reply for future use

user the way he posts her like a proud husband…

oscarpiastri unpredictable is a very diplomatic word

> yourinstagram shush > user oscar sounds like he’s seen some things

user how is she unpredictable when she literally posts her entire life?

> user bc she’s the kind of person to fly to a race and forget shoes > user i bet her suitcase has like… soup in it or something > user she’s a walking side quest and george is the main plot

yourex she’s not unpredictable, you just don’t listen.

> yourinstagram yeah and YOU did > georgerussell63 thank you for your input, therapist ass

maxverstappen1 patrick the ⭐

> user what is max doing here????

charles_leclerc every time i see you two together i feel like i’m watching a social experiment

user max is getting too comfortable in these comments🙃

> user it’s always when she's in the posts too > user you just know George read that Max comment in silence

user do you think she realizes she's not quirky just extremely awkward?

user they hate when you serve weird girl bestfriend😇

user i don't understand their relationship and i don't want to, let me stay confused

[5 days later]

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yourinstagram go george or go home! 💙🏁 (also lewis hamilton looked at me)

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georgerussell63 are you trying to steal all my friends?

> yourinstagram i'm trying to steal your heart 🫦 > alex_albon don't threaten him with a good time

lando fine... i'll admit... cute jacket

> yourinstagram only the jacket??? 😏 > lando jesus what is up with you today??

lewishamilton can you please text me the pictures you took?

> yourinstagram sir, yes sir 🙂‍↕️

alexandrasaintmleux nice seeing you today! 🥰💞

> yourinstagram if you want we can make it everyday 👀 > user girl are you ovulating or something??

maxverstappen1 nice latte art 👍

> yourinstagram not as nice as the one from that day ❤️ liked by georgerussell63 > user WHAT DAY > user WTF IS THIS

user she’s a menace

user george liked yn’s comment 😭😭😭

> user no bc what did she mean by “that day” DID THEY GO ON A DATE?

user why does it feel like she's flirting with the entire grid??

user she held his umbrella before the race 😭

> user because she's actually his biggest fan > user i don't understand why people don't like her

user with all these boring basic wags it's so refreshing to see someone with a personality 😌

> user not if it’s the worst personality in the world

> lewishamilton yn’s the funniest girl in the world. We all love having her in the Paddock ❤️ liked by yourinstagram

> user help not lewis defending her and george staying completely silent

user it just feels icky to me that george sees all those hate comments and says absolutely nothing

> user yeah if they were dating he'd say something

user another day another what the fuck

user her post is normal but the comments are cracking me

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georgerussell63 Don't ask me how she convinced the entire grid to go to the club

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oscarpiastri Peer pressure is real

> yourinstagram peer pleasure is realer 😇 > oscarpiastri this doesn't make sense

yourinstagram evrywine luved it

> user jesus is she drunk??

fernandoalo_oficial Finally someone who knows how to party

> yourinstagram omg did you actually kiss taylor swift??? > fernandoalo_oficial I don't kiss and tell

alex_albon I still have glitter inside my clothes

charles_leclerc Can someone explain why there was a goat in the vip area??

> yourinstagram because he deserved to party too. don’t be speciest. > georgerussell63 that “goat” headbutted the DJ

user the way george just accepts that she’s everyone’s problem now 😭

user “don’t ask me how” LIKE HE’S EXHAUSTED

> user he says that but he was dancing on a table by 2am don’t let him lie > user i saw them holding hands at the taco truck at 3am i fear they’re in love

user does she have everyone at gun point??

> yourinstagram they came willingly 😇

user your friends should be your 2nd priority. Your 1st priority should always be clubbing

> lando agreed

user i love this era

user guys my friend was there and said they saw yn flirting with a random dude

> user not max??? > user nope. not george either. random blondie in a red jacket > user nvmd me griefing

user a man is nothing without his extremely loud girl bestie

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yourinstagram touching grass is not enough i need george to run me over with his car

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user OH WE ARE SO BACK LOOK AT THEM

user wait this looks like a date 👀

user if you ever catch me smiling at my phone it's this post right here

user for the first time she's properly dressed

user i just love how george loves her for who she is and doesn't give a fuck

user they hate when you serve sexy bad bitch while being a lil odd and weird 💅

georgerussell63 thanks for paying the bill ❤️

> user and here we are thinking he was a gentleman 😞

user she’s deranged and he’s in love. god’s favorite couple fr

user no bc he’s smiling like she’s the best thing to ever happen to him lewishamilton George can arrange that wish for you!

> Charles_Leclerc And if George isn’t up to it, I can do it!!

> yourinstagram is that a promise charlie boy??

> georgerussell63 No one’s running yn over with their car!

> yourinstagram you always spoil the fun 😔

user no thoughts just george’s stupid little smile lando i know a thing or two about grasses and cars, just saying

> yourinstagram maybe george should run YOU over > georgerussell63 don't threaten me with a good time

user this man is clearly obsessed. and honestly? taste. alex_albon do you guys even like food or was this all foreplay?

> user ALEX > user alex knows something we don't

user girl how did you pull george “mr perfectly polite” russell i’m scared of you????

user she looks like she bites and he’s into it

> charles_leclerc I can confirm he is into it > georgerussell63 you can't confirm shit

user there's no way her rizz is that good

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georgerussell63 just being ourselves (no judgement)

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yourinstagram never let your bestfriend stop you from finding your future husband 💙

charles_leclerc I KNEW IT

> charles_leclerc albono, norris and hamilton you can all pay me > alex_albon i'm not paying you shit 🙂‍↕️👍 > lando bro you were the only one who participated on that bet

alex_albon finally omg

user ok niall horan fan we see you

user THEY’RE DATING THEY’RE DATING THEY’RE DATING

oscarpiastri what happened to “she’s like a sister to me” 💀

> georgerussel63 I lied

lewishamilton he’s been smiling like an idiot all week btw 🫣

user i don’t even know them but this feels big 😭

sebastianvettel as long as you recycle together ♻️

> user even seb is invested here

> user girl seb is invested on the amazon forest let’s be for real

mercedesamgf1 💙 user they’re so in love it’s disgusting i’m crying user george posting like a man who’s been kissed on the forehead multiple times

user if i had this kind of love i would simply never shut up

user they better be each other’s lockscreen that’s all i’m saying

oscarpiastri ngl i didn’t think she liked him back 😭

user this feels illegal to witness but i can’t look away yourbff is she still mean to you or did love change her 🧐

user i can't you guys he's deffff out of her league

> georgerussell63 She’s perfect. Say one bad thing and I’ll block you ❤️

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yourinstagram no rizz, just insanity and love for carlos sainz

slide 3 is me and george in the future

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georgerussell63 why are you wearing an "i love carlos sainz" apron?

> yourinstagram because i love carlos sainz > carlossainz55 please let me nowhere near this

georgerussell63 the things you put up to in the same of love....

user max suddenly disappeared

charles_leclerc I am afraid of future instagram posts

alex_albon george did she make you cook in that apron?

> user don't give her any ideas > yourinstagram i might orgasm > alex_albon I am currently regretting my life

yourbff does george know you printed that apron yourself?

> yourinstagram who did you think recommended me the printer store?

user what’s important is that love is alive. confusing, but alive ❤️ georgerussell63 it’s fine. totally normal. totally healthy relationship 👍🙂

> yourinstagram you literally tied the apron for me babe calm down > user BABE

user the way she’s so unserious and he’s still in love is actually inspiring user carlos looks so scared in the comments i’m crying

lando i give this relationship 3 business days

> georgerussell63 why are you even here?? > lando it happens that i kinda care for you both..

user max saw this and booked a one-way flight to monaco

> maxverstappen1 I promise you I'm doing just fine 👍 > yourinstagram damn... and here i am thinking you were devastatingly in love with me > maxverstappen1 I took you for coffee and you talked about george not liking you back for 2 hours straight > yourinstagram TRAITOR > yourinstagram MAX VERSTAPPEN DRINKS ICED VANILLA LATTES WITH OAT MILKS > maxverstappen1 you BITCH🫵

iamrebeccad i just want to know where you got the apron

> yourinstagram etsy. handmade. carlos-core. i’ll even buy one for you

> iamrebeccad can you buy me a george one? 😂

> yourinstagram YES OMG

> carlossainz55 now what the hell is going on here?

kikagomes what else have you custom made??

> yourinstagram a tote that says “gasly girls don’t gatekeep” > pierre_gasly i— > user LMAOOO GASLY GIRLS UNITE

user imagine your type being yn 💀💀💀

user this woman is living my dream

[kukinkrim]

okay but here’s a fun thought

Saha boys x Siren reader

Comedy story of both parties trying to pretend to be human

and imagine they have a sit down to talk because they have to tell the other the truth (both completely expecting this to go so far south because what would their darling human companion think!)

and it comes down to “I have a secret I can no longer keep. I’m not human” the other just laughs a bit too hard dropping their own illusion like “BRO ME TOO. Oh that’s so much better than what I thought, I thought we were breaking up or somthing!”

I just think it be really neat

oops, what's a human?

saja boys x siren!reader

themes: polyamory (?), fluff, romcom

the dorm you shared with the boys were unusually quiet for the night. too quiet that it made the tension in the air all the more unbearable.

you gulped down the lump in your throat, pretending not to hear your own heart racing harshly against your sensitive ears.

your five boys sat infront of you, sitting on the couch; eyeing each other as they quietly signalled one another to start talking and ask you what the meeting was all about.

you stirred your drink slowly, nervously, trying to act normal. but it was hard when all five pairs of eyes were watching you like a hawk right now.

you’d been holding it in for weeks.

the truth of it throbbed under your skin like a second pulse—an ache that twisted every time one of them called you their favorite human. you'd laughed along, of course. nodding and telling them that they were your favorites too; which isn't a lie.

but the guilt of letting them call you a race that wasn't your own was eating you alive.

you felt like you were betraying them for keeping it to yourself for this long.

you weren't a human. you were born out of seafoam and lived in the sea, yet you suddenly found yourself on land with legs that did not quite fit you. you were a siren. a real one, even if you have no tail to show for anymore. you still had your voice. dangerous and alluring—the kind that lured people into the sea centuries ago with sweet songs and sharp teeth.

you weren’t proud of it, but you didn’t have much choice in the matter either. you sang for survival. it was in your nature.

but then, you became human. with no actual human skills to show for other than your voice, you were scouted. you managed to debut under a no-name label. a poor company that couldn't afford fancy music videos or world tours or even just a dance crew of your own.

yet you still managed to garner the love of the people. your voice reached so many and over time, you had built a loyal fanbase of your own.

the saja boys were one of them.

a couple of variety shows and collaborations later, you became close with the five. the next thing you knew, you're visitting their dorms three times a week and cuddling with them on the couch.

but the truth is still there, ever so present and persistent: you weren’t human.

and every second you spent smiling with them, joking around in practice rooms, stealing fries from jinu’s plate and letting baby mess with your vocal warmups—you felt like a fraud.

they trusted you.

that’s what made it worse.

so here you were, after putting it off so many times and crying over it at night, you sat infront of them ready to open your heart and accept the worst.

what if they hated you? that’s what haunted you the most. not being found out, but for being pushed out.

because they were your everything now. your safe space in a cruel, unpredictable industry. in this world that, no matter how many years had passed, you still couldn't get used to.

ah. this is so stressful.

you fiddled with your cup and cleared your throat. "okay. so... uh, i have something to tell you guys. and like… no interrupting until i finish. got it?”

five demon idols blinked at you, unusually solemn. their shoulders slumped and it looked like they were about to burst into tears. before you could even utter the next words, your confession, abby was the first to break their silence.

"this sounds like a breakup," he says as he looks at you with a pout. he has his arms folded across his chest.

“are you dying?” romance asked, sniffling as he clasps his hands together.

“is it cancer? it’s always cancer in dramas,” baby added, glaring at the floor. it looks like he's mutterimg something along the lines of 'fuck cancer' 'i hate cancer' or something.

your eyebrow twitched as they all started muttering amongst themselves, clearly invested in their own little theories. even jinu, the most levelheaded among the five, seemed to be convinced you were sick. it looks like mystery was about to cry once he hears the word cancer one more time so you sighed, putting the cup down before you accidentally smash it on the wall.

forget being guilty at this point.

“i— NO, shut up! i said no interuptions!” you shouted, holding your hands up. “let me say it first!”

you inhaled slowly once everyone'a eyes were all on you, "i have a secret I can no longer keep.”

the five of them leaned forward.

“i’m not human.”

pause.

the room fell quiet for a hot minute you almost wanted to throw up.

“BROOOOOO—” it was romance who broke the silence with an uncharacteristic scream, as he exhales dramatically in relief, clutching his shirt. "i thought you were going to break up with us or something. THANK GOD."

jinu choked on his drink and slapped baby in the chest, who was, somehow, already laughing like he found all of these amusing. to his credit though, it probably is.

"so what are you, then?" mystery was the ome who asked what they were all thinking. "a demon like us?" he pointed to himself as he stares you at you eagerly. for some reason, you could tell he was rather excited to hear your answer-

wait.

demons? like us?

"wha-i'm a siren. wait. demons? excuse me?" you stumbled on your words, not sure if you heard it right.

“dude,” baby gasped between coughs of laughter. “we're demons."

the four nodded as if it was not the most surprising thing in the world. well, you suppose, it means you're not the only one keeping a secret this whole time; afraid to be judged and hated on by your own lover.

"i knew you were too good during karaoke nights!" romance pointed an accusing finger at you and you chuckled, rubbing your nape sheepishly.

"so, you're all demons. all five of you."

jinu laughs, nodding. "we were actually coming up with a plan on how to tell you but it seems you made a move first. i didn't really take into account that you'd be a siren, though."

"i thought sirens were a myth!" abby was now looking at you with awe in his eyes and you could tell he had so many questions about your origin. it was kind of cute to see him so excited?

“this is so much better than what i initially thought." mystery hummed as he slumps against the couch, tension rolling off his shoulders now that everything was known.

“wait,” you frowned. “what did you think?”

“we thought you were going to say you were leaving us,” jinu replied with his eyes wide. "or worse!"

abby chirped in, "like cancer!"

there was a brief silence before you all broke into laughter again—relieved and a little hysterical. it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders now that you've told them the secret you've been keeping for so long.

you exhaled, dragging a hand down your face. “oh my god. i actually thought i was gonna confess i was a monster and then cry, maybe scream, and lose you all forever."

"nah, you're stuck with us now. you eat souls too, right?" baby asks as he relaxed on the sofa, propping his feet up the coffee table on the center of the living room.

you raised an eyebrow, but nodded anyway. "yes. i eat souls. before i became human, i usually ate lost sailors across the sea. now i just eat pathetic humans. they actually taste a bit disgusting.”

“see?” romance gestured with a grin. “you’re one of us. you’re like… demon-adjacent. an honorary hellspawn.”

“more like a morally flexible ocean cryptid.”

“that too.”

"for our next collab, you have to do the bridge." baby chirps, smiling smugly at his own idea. "your riffs actually make humans cry and cough up mild trauma. it was pretty funny to watch."

"i thought you were just a super talented human that can make grown men lose their minds," abby laughs loudly.

ah, thinking about your next comeback.

it would be a ride.

the industry better watch out. these six hellspawns were looking at a #1 billboard award.

and honestly?

you were going to look damn good on that red carpet—with your demons matching themed outfits. you can't wait.

[justmenoworries]

Woooow, okay, lemme have a crack at this

You really said "I don't hate successor characters, BUT!" completely without a hint of irony. Under a piece of fan art celebrating a successor character

Acting like there's only one way to write a successor character and every different way to do it is "bad writing" when it's obviously just your personal preference

"The problem is that the successor characters never get humbled, never get challenged, never realize how little they actually know, never fall, never make mistakes and are held accountable for them [...]" Riri gets expelled from her school in the very first episode because they found out she's doing other students' projects for them to earn money. She also crashes in her neighborhood when her suit malfunctions and is ridiculed for that mess all the way home. Her entire struggle is wanting to build a suit that lives up to the one she made in Wakanda but being unable to because she lacks the funds and materials, so she has to build with literal scrap that she can also barely afford. But sure, tell me again how Riri never struggles, gets challenged or suffers no consequences for her actions

"[Being a succesor is] not about being better. It's about honouring a legacy while accepting that you're different." You mean like Riri? You mean like Riri "Ironheart" Williams? You mean exactly how Riri is written so far in her show? Like that?

"And for goodness sake, let's stop writing the characters in such a way that they are arrogant, entitled and get away with being jerks. That's not heroic." Nobody tell this person about Ironman, Star Lord, Black Widow, Black Panther, Spider-Man, Wolverine, Storm, Cyclops or Gamora, they might pop a blood vessel at all of these arrogant jerks who simultaneously manage to be heroes. Almost as if being a bit of a jerk or being arrogant doesn't automatically mean you can't ever do good. Almost like characters are written to be more than one thing at a time

"And write her as a natural person not a statement. She's not a blog." "Show Riri being kind, grateful, sweet, compassionate and loving. Let her live up to the "heart" part of her name just as much as the "iron" Umm, why can't this female character act kind and loving like a good girl should? How come she has opions and flaws, like a normal person? Smh, bad writing/s I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt here and assume you genuinely didn't realize how extremely misogynistic that sounds

iron fam we are so back 🌟

[lovelysevvy]

The mentality some people have that Snape wasn't a victim of bullying because he wasn't "the perfect victim" is so dangerous. Yes, you may be talking about a fictional character, but it's a daily reality of how society refuses to take victims of abuse seriously just because they chose to fight back. People in this fandom feel so comfortable saying things like "Snape wasn't an innocent victim who has no possibility to defend himself, he's not innocent" or "Snape was not a helpless victim of bullying" without feeling the slightest bit of shame.

He was forcibly stripped naked against his will in front of a crowd. "But it's okay, because everyone was laughing, he clearly deserved it."

He was nearly killed by a prank from one of his bullies, "He deserves it, it's his fault for going there alone at night."

He was ridiculed with a mocking name for 7 years, his name replaced with a dehumanizing one: "Snivellus, he deserves it."

Severus Snape was 11 YEARS OLD when the bullying started. Severus Snape hadn't even arrived at Hogwarts when James and Sirius were already calling him "Snivellus" and making fun of him. Severus Snape had to endure the teasing, harassment, and dehumanization by the Marauders. to him for 7 YEARS

And not once, NOT EVEN ONCE, was there a responsible adult who stood up to him or put a stop to the bullying. The fact that so many people believe themselves worthy and better than him to come and judge him for being a scared, defensive teenager who had to learn to defend herself is outrageous.

Because it's easier to blame the victim, isn't it? It's easier to say it's his fault for causing a scene and disturbing the peace of others than to keep quiet and endure it like a "good victim" would, because it's easier to say he deserved it, because it's easier to condemn and judge one's future than to risk the bright and promising future of four others who were just boys being boys.

And I repeat, it's the fact that they feel so comfortable admitting and saying this kind of thing that bothers me the most, because all they do is NORMALIZE AND JUSTIFY abuse, create a victim prototype where if a person steps outside the parameters considered acceptable, then they no longer deserve justice or empathy. It's creating the idea that abusers are more deserving of empathy and a good future, while the victim is frowned upon for holding onto resentment and refusing to forgive someone who never offered an apology.

A victim doesn't become less deserved of empathy just because they fight back, and the bully isn't any less innocent because their victim resists.

So let's get this clear, Severus Snape IS/WAS a victim of bullying, this is a canon fact and you guys can tried to twist the narrative, try to paint him as the bad guy for standing up for himself, but that won't erase the truth.

[anaburbononburbon]

It Takes a Team

P1, P2

141 x reader

18+, MDNI

Smutsmutsmutsmut

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The world was underwater until a familiar tone rang in the air. The TV stating mindless matter, the timer reminding you to check the citrus chicken roasting in a bed of carrots, potatoes, and onions. The never-ending pulsing between your legs, for no reason other than you were a degenerate, all ceased when you heard the best ringtone in the world. The only ringtone that mattered to you:

Johnny.

Your Johnny.

Your hands fumbled, still slippery from the dish water that hounded you to finish them and to not leave them like you normally do. It didn't matter though.

Johnny was calling you.

"Hi, baby!" You chirped out, excited and eager to get any morsel of him that you could get.

It wasn't enough. It was never enough, but you would never complain.

"Hi, hen." Johnny whispered, his voice thick, deep, Scottish brogue infiltrating your mind and settling into your bones. You knew he was on base and probably wasn't suppose to talk, so you took this for what it was:

Love. Dedication. Devotion.

Same as you felt for Johnny.

"How are you? Will you be home tonight?" You were hopeful, probably too hopeful but it didn't matter. If you had any chance on getting him home, you would do it. You would take it and thank the heavens after.

Maybe you could convince him to eat his dinner as you sit between his legs and stuff your throat full. Show him the only way you know how to thank him for taking such good care of you. For loving you. For never judging you. Let him get his fill as you got yours.

Your mouth instantly watered just at the mere thought of him. His smell. His salty taste. The taste of his flesh and the moans you could pull from deep within him.

Your body ignited, you squeezed your thighs as your cunt ached, leveraging yourself against a counter corner so the edge could rub against your needy clit.

There was something deeply wrong with you, but Johnny never made you feel that way. Johnny accepted you wholeheartedly. Johnny was your saint, even if he wasn't always very saint-like.

It didn't matter to you. You would defend Johnny with your life, with your whole being.

"Yeah, bonnie, I'll be home. Later though. I have instructions that I need you to follow, okay?" You couldn't stop the gasp that left your lips, or the way your hips rocked harder as your thoughts spread aimlessly.

Johnny wanted you to follow instructions. Of course you would listen. Your Johnny needed you like you needed Johnny. Johnny love. Perfect love.

You opened your mouth to speak but his chuckled had beaten you to it, immediately catching you in your desperate act.

"You touching yourself already, bonnie? Hm? I haven't even said anything." A whine ripped itself from you, his voice mocking you and patronizing you like you were a silly thing that couldn't handle yourself around him.

And maybe because it was true, it made you that much more pathetic. Needy. Desperate. Johnny owned you mind and soul and you couldn't stop him even if you tried.

"I'm-I can't help it, Johnny. You know your voice, you know how badly it turns me on!" Whimpering as you finally stop moving your hips, focusing on his laugh and dramatic sigh.

"Oh, hen, what am I going to do with you? Hm?" You felt heat raise and eclipse you entirely before you giggled yourself.

"Tell me what I need to do, Johnny, please." You begged, heart racing with ideas that he may ask of you.

And oh...he'd asked the best from you. Johnny knew it too. The smiles from his team that surrounded him as he whispered the plan to you. Perhaps leaving out who would all be gorging on your flesh but it wouldn't matter for long. You had your instructions and you would follow them to the letter.

-

Midnight is when Johnny arrived home, just like he told you. A few other people in tow, but you would be none the wiser. The apartment was clean, the smell of citrus and roasted poultry lingering in the air. A vanilla candle that had been recently blown out, still leaving behind its tantalizing scent. The bedroom emulated a warm glow, and Johnny knew exactly what he would find.

He drooled as he eagerly watched each of his team take you in for the first time.

They knew you as Johnny's lass. Sweet girl. Happy to make them sweet treats and always offered to pick them up from late night pub crawls. You were kind. You made jokes and never made anyone feel like they were too much or not enough. You had even won over Simon the second outing you were on. You didn't question his mask, his intense eyes or lack of words. You gave him a warm smile and kept moving as if there was nothing out of place.

But this? They've never seen you like this before. They've never seen you in your element. As Johnny's perfect slut.

A blind fold and headphones covered your ears, taking away two of your senses and making you depend on the man before you. You were obedient and thorough. There was no way you could hear or see and it was perfect on you. It made Price want to kiss you for being so good. For listening. For being the best little plaything that they could ask for.

Your mouth was held open by a gag ring. Perfect size for Kyle to slip his cock in and fuck your throat. Smear the drool that covered your chin and throat until he was nice and slick. He smiled wide, looking at your bound feet and hand, spread eagle across the comforter as your free hand held the handcuff diligently. Desperate to be fully tied up, but unable to do it yourself.

Absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful in every way.

Simon wanted to rip the lace off of your body. The black matching set that covered your tits and puffy nipples from his gaze. Your panties that did nothing to hide your bush or the slick that rolled down your thighs. Simon couldn't help but groan, the scent of your cunt taking him hostage, begging for him to have a taste. To feast on your flesh until he's had his fill.

Johnny was pleased. Beyond pleased with you, hen. He couldn't believe his luck, how good you were for him. He walked to your free hand and quickly cuffed it up, leaving you at his mercy.

At their mercy.

You moaned, body wiggling as you realized he was home. That he was here and wanted you as badly as you wanted him.

Johnny didn't make you wait, not for long. His finger expertly finding your nipple and pulling on it, twisting it until it pebbled up and flicking it meanly. Your body jumped, a sharp noise escaped your throat but your hips rocked, desperately trying to find some release that would be impossible to find. Not right this second.

Not when there's so much fun to be had.

Johnny moved from your breasts, tracing his fingers over your flesh. Your belly. Snapping your panties against your skin until he pulled them tightly against your clit, letting the fabric grind against you, stimulating your poor little bud.

Johnny felt like he was in heaven. Top of the world. He watched his teammates, the men who he would kill for instantly, who would do the same for him without question. Men who he trusted with everything he's ever had, maybe now he felt a little ridiculous realizing that should have always been able to trust them with you too.

But now isn't the time for regrets.

Especially when he's pulled your soaked panties to the side, letting the cold air hit your flesh, exposing your wet hole, puffy lips, hardened clit and rampant desire to the men who will help him out with his perfect little lass.

Kyle groaned.

He watched you wink your holes at him. Flex that little cunt between your legs, almost as if you were begging him to shove his cock head in you and have you milk him. He could feel your heat, feel her practically begging him to fill her up and split her open.

Kyle groaned again, squeezing his dick before ripping off his shirt and quickly removing his pants. The air felt amazing against his heated skin, but it did nothing to calm him down. He stood there, panting over your cunt, a rough hand tugging his cock as he watched you clench for him over and over and over and over and over again.

Simon smiled at Johnny, eager for him to unveil his secret to the lass beneath them. Watch your face as you cycle through your most intense emotions. Anger. Fear. Horror. Arousal. And then, finally, acceptance.

If not, the three of them would take turns licking deep within your holes until you agreed with their plan.

Fool proof.

Johnny looked back at Price, his hands close to undoing your blindfold and headphones, finally letting you see what the plan is for you.

Price waited a moment, dipping his head down to your soft pussy and dramatically inhaling your warm scent. His eyes almost rolled in the back of his head. His mouth watered, wishing he could just get a quick taste of you.

Maybe if you fought against them, they would get lucky.

Price nodded towards Johnny, sitting up so your cunt wasn't inches from his face anymore. The heavy scent on you still dancing on his tastebuds and the promise of you soothing the beast within him.

Johnny waits a moment, looking at the guys. Watching Kyle stroke his cock, spitting on his hand and going back to hard, weeping length, his eyes focused on your pretty cunt. Price squeezing his cock methodically while he calmed down, and Simon who decided that it was a good time to start taking off his own clothes. Starting with his shirt, leaving his black cargo pants on and his soft black balaclava. Even if no one could see his face, it was impossible to ignore how his body trembled, his muscles twitched or how his eyes glazed over - hungry, wanting, demanding.

Johnny quickly sent out a prayer for good luck and began removing your headphones.

-

Blood rushing into your ears, the heat of the headphones off of your head and the sound of a slight moan and the slick noise of Johnny rubbing his cock filtered in immediately. Something felt...off though.

That was Johnny, right?

Your blindfold was tugged until it fell down your face and you could finally see Johnny. Your beautiful, handsome man. A tired smile laced his lips and you suddenly felt so guilty for your boyfriend.

He's tired and still taking care of you. Selfish. You wished you would have realized and told him no.

Movement caught you from the corner of your eye and a horrified scream left you before you could stop it.

Kyle. Your boyfriends friend. His teammate.

Naked.

Stroking his-

God, that was fucking big.

Perhaps longer than Johnny's, slightly less girth, but a beautiful curve, making it a perfect dick to deep throat-

Stop.

You were horrified by your thoughts. How dare you think about that when Johnny is right here. When Johnny treats you so right. When Johnny-

You realized John, John Price, Johnny's Captain, was standing right by Kyle, his hand rubbing his impressive bulge and staring at your exposed cunt.

You tried to pull your legs closed, you tried to hide away your pulsing, leaking, sopping wet pussy but the handcuffs kept you spread and exposed.

You whimpered, still unable to speak through the gag that held your mouth open until you realized who was standing on the other side of Price:

Ghost.

Simon.

Johnny's best friend.

And someone you, guilty, regrettably, had dark fantasies about.

It was wrong.

You shouldn't.

But late nights, long deployments, you thought about Johnny but you also thought about the big man with a dry sense of humor and thick fingers that would spear you open if you begged prettily enough.

Oh, God.

Johnny knows.

He knows, right?

About your sick thoughts. Dirty fantasies. Raging wet pussy.

He was showing you that these men wouldn't want you. Teasing you. Giving you false hope before breaking up with you. Wasn't Johnny enough?

Tears fell down your face and Johnny's heart broke.

"Nonononono, sweet lass. Please don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have- I have asked first. This was so stupid of me." Johnny was so sweet. Brushing your hair from your eyes. Placing little kisses across your face and licking up your tears. His hands frantically undid the cuffs around your wrists before his words started making sense.

You didn't notice how Kyle stopped stroking, looking over at his Captain with sorrow in his eyes, or Simon, who hurriedly threw on his shirt or Prices hands, staying by his side.

You only noticed that Johnny's eyes welled up with his own tears and you could almost hear his heart shatter.

"Johnny? What do you mean by 'ask me first'?" You croaked out after he removed the gag and held a bottle of water to your lips. His shoulders fell, guilt racked his being and you were more confused than ever.

"I...I've been having issues with keeping up, lass. Just recently. I love having sex with you, don't get me wrong. I feel so close. I feel so loved. But - I just can't. I'm so sorry, pretty girl. I'm so sorry." Johnny gathered you in his arms, almost crying into your breasts. His body shook but your hands massaged where you could grab, trying to comfort your love.

"Why, um, why are the guys here, Johnny?" You whispered, heat rising to your face, eclipsing your entire upper torso. You felt so exposed, but you could see how the guys felt ashamed, refusing to look at you but refusing to move.

Price didn't look at you, but he answered in lieu of Johnny.

"Gonna help him with his problem, pet. Figured maybe if we all chipped in, Johnny could get some rest." You could feel your face melt. All of your thoughts. Your fantasies.

At your fingertips.

Johnny sniffled, looking up at you before he stopped breathing.

He knew that look. The way your eyes darted. Your teeth digging into your lip.

Hope simmered in his chest and he could feel his cock stirring.

"Would you like that, hen? Like if the guys take turns and ruined your little holes?" You couldn't look at Johnny, or the guys. Your eyes were stuck on a cobweb in the corner of the room. Your heart pounding-

Like your cunt could be. Johnny watching in the corner. You choking on Kyle, Price and Ghost taking turns using your pussy -

"Johnny. That's enough." Ghosts voice commanded, rough and done with this plan.

But he saw you.

He saw you shiver.

And suddenly-

"Unless you don't want him to stop, pet. That it?" Johnny's smile widen, sharp teeth gleaming off the light as he saw you try to justify why you didn't want that. Of course you didn't want that.

Unless -

"Kyle, get over here." Kyle's eyes widen, looking over at Price, who gave a short nod in approval before following Johnny's request. He felt exposed, and absolutely embarrassed, being naked in front of you, when you clearly didn't want him.

Unless...

"Look at him, bonnie. Tore off his clothes as soon as he saw you. Couldn't even keep his hands to himself. He was standing there, watching your pretty pussy clench and throb, leaking all over the fuckin bed, and all Kyle could do was pump that cock of his." Kyle should be mortified. He should reel back, smack Johnny one good one, demand that he apologize to you.

But-

Your eyes glazed over and they locked with his soften dick.

He could feel his blood starting to flow back while you watched. While your tongue swiped your bottom lip. As your fingertips danced over your chest before grabbing your nipples and twisting.

Kyle's breath hitched.

Naughty, naughty, naughty girl.

"You're so gorgeous, princess. No way I could keep my hands to myself. Had to keep em busy. Look at you." Your eyes snapped back to Kyle's, your face heating from his sweet coos and soft words.

"What do you want, baby? Hm? You think about Kyle?" You melted into Johnny, his prying dipped in syrup and molded into your skin. Johnny maneuvered you, climbing behind you so your back could rest against his chest. So you could feel how hard his dick was, how much he wanted you to have this. You still asked though, just to be sure. To be safe.

"You sure?" Soft, still, words of trust between two lovers. Johnny smiled, lightly kissing your neck.

"Of course, my love. I want to hear it all. Let them hear it all."

You broke.

"I think about them all. I-I don't mean to. It was a dream I had and, ever since then, I just couldn't stop. I still can't stop. Sometimes, when I ask you to mess around on base, I keep hoping that one of them would show. Would blackmail you into letting them fuck me." Your eyes lowered, shame filling you until you heard laughter.

John.

His hand running across his beard, his crowsfeet etched into his face and his soul, if he had a soul, was a thousand times lighter.

Simon wasn't as guilt free, but he didn't leave, and that was enough.

"Hmm...some good ideas there, bon." Johnny whispered into your hair before giving you a kiss.

"Can-can I suck your cock, Kyle?" Kyle groaned, nodding quickly. The way you moved to get closer, your mouth dropping and tongue rolling out like he had the best treat for you erupted through him, hardening further until it hurt to breath.

The taste of him was a perfect blend of Kyle. Soap. Musk. Earth and a bit of his cologne that you couldn't get enough of.

Your moan was loud, almost painful sounding but Johnny knew that sound. Your needy - want more, need more, demand more - before you shoved your own head down his length, trying to not gag as his cock entered your throat. You could feel your stretch of your lips, your throat, your tongue lapping at what it could touch. Pulling off with a audible slurp and your giggle filled the air.

"So good, Ky. So big. You fit so well." You barely started but your voice was raspy and both men on the other side of the room groaned. Kyle laughed, keeping his hands behind his back like a good boy until you told him to move.

So sweet.

You peered back at Johnny, his pupils blown out, eyes dark and hazy and his lips red and swollen from biting them.

He looked so sinful, your perfect man.

"Do you think the others would stand by me and jerk off?" You whispered to him, still under the assumption that this is just a dream, and you would do anything to make sure it didn't end by your hand.

"Ask us yourself, pet." John's voice boomed, his pants long gone and his boxers were the only thing between you and his cock.

Tease.

Simon was no better.

Now more relaxed, especially after hearing your confession and watching you gag yourself on Kyle's dick, his shirt came back off and his hands massaged himself through his pants.

Sinful.

All these men were downright sinful and you loved it.

"Please, would you please come over here and stroke yourselves by me?" You didn't wait for a response, you didn't hear them groan or walk over or remove enough clothing to pull their angry, leaking, heavy cocks out and begin to pull on them for you.

You immediately went back to shoving Pretty Boys dick in your throat.

Your eyes locked together, and you refused to budge. Your eyes watered, tears streaming down your cheeks and you fell deeper and deeper into your preferred hazy state. The one that makes you want to cockwarm Johnny in your throat for hours. The kind that makes you beg Johnny to fuck you more and more and harder and harder and-

You pull up for air, strings of saliva connecting you and Kyle together. You make it a point to suck them back to your mouth, drawing you to his cock head. He was a beautiful sight, dark and red, precum dripping from him like he was a facet that someone forgot to turn off.

You couldn't help yourself.

Your tongue ran over the slit, bringing you to the source, dragging moans and whimpers Kyle like it almost hurt him.

Glancing at his face, you could tell that it did not.

Hearing Price and Simon, both vocal as their hands work their cocks to the picture of you making love to Kyle's cock, drew you further into your abyss.

Feeling Johnny behind you.

Kyle in your throat.

Simon and John watching you, telling you how good you were doing, how beautiful you are and-

Home.

You were home.

"Fuck my throat, Ky. Please. Right now." You begged, your voice thick and wet. Now you sounded like you were in pain. Like if Kyle didn't fuck your face, you would die.

Maybe you would. Kyle wouldn't let that happen though.

"Yeah? You sure, baby? Want me to fuck that perfect throat of yours?" Kyle slurred, face warm, body heavy and his arms almost refused to work.

Almost.

"Please please please please-" Kyle put you out of your misery, sweet girl. He grabbed the back of your head and worked his aching cock in your mouth until your nose pressed against the dark curls at the base. He held you there. Letting you cry around him. Letting you swallow, letting you work your throat over his length.

He had to throw his head back. He had to cry.

Fuck, you were so fucking good. So warm, so tight, so eager. So perfect.

Perfect. You were fucking perfect.

You let him pull back and you let him slam in. You let him take his dick out and you happily lapped at his balls, swollen and tight against his body, showing you his last party trick.

You suckled, slurping one, then both of them into your mouth. Rolling them around. Humming softly as he snapped his teeth together.

Before he came, he used your throat again. One hand on your head, one hand around the back of your neck and he pounded you like he hated you. Like this was your punishment for never telling Johnny this is what you wanted. That you deserved to drool over his dick, down your chin and all over your tits.

Fuck, you were perfect.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum all over you. You're fucking mine, you hear that? You fuckin belong to us and I'm going to remind you. I'm going to mark you. I'm going-fuck!" Kyle pulls out and ropes of hot cum spray across your face, over your lips, your chin, your lashes, your tits, your stomach -

Kyle is still cumming and he crawled on you, pinning you back on Johnny, he aims for your cunt, glistening in the warm light. Kyle is still cumming and he's cumming all over your sopping wet pussy and before he's done, Kyle sinks his still cumming dick into your wet, tight heat.

You squeal.

As much as you can with your voice almost gone and your whole face covered in his spend.

It was involuntary. The way your pussy clenched over his pulsing cock, still marking you, claiming you, owning you.

His cock was perfect inside of you. He was nuzzled up to your cervix. His curls pressed roughly against your hard little clit and each roll of his body brought you higher and higher.

Kyle's crying.

Beautiful face covered in sweat and tears as his cock finally stops cumming, deep inside your pussy. He worries he hurt you, that you weren't ready, but he barely moves and he feels your soft walls rippling over him. A little jiggle of his hips and you gasp.

Kyle doesn't move. He stays above you, stays in you. Works on calming his breathing before pulling out and watching his cum leak from your cunt.

You moan, feeling it leave you and you felt empty inside.

"Push it in. Keep it in me. Please." You whisper, satiated when Kyle dug his cum from your cunt and fed some to you. You moaned around his fingers, thanking him when he was done.

Kyle laughed, legs shaking as he crawled off you and found a chair to sit on.

Johnny decided to be nice to you, and feed you the cooling cum from your face.

After you caught your breath, got a sip of water and a sweet forehead kiss, John crawled between your thighs and watched as your cunt clenched for him.

You thought he would thrust into you like Kyle did, you thought you would feel the weight of his cock stretching your walls out but-

He buried his face between your thighs and ate like it was his last meal.

You couldn't stop your sobs, your wiggles, your hips that tried to get closer to his mouth and then as far away as you could.

John didn't let you. Of course he didn't let you. He held you down, suckled on your fat, pulsing little clit. Drinking it like a thick milkshake. Slurping on it like you did with Kyle.

You almost screamed.

John pulled back, smiling before spitting directly on it. Watching it as it slowly rolled down, over your hole and to your puckered little star that John needed to work open.

Simon wouldn't be able to. Not as on edge as he was.

John began rubbing his thumb over your clit, a finger sinking into your heat and his tongue lapping at your hole.

Johnny had to hold you down as John enjoyed his meal.

And enjoyed his meal, he did.

Occasionally would plunge his tongue into your cunt, letting you soak him with a mix of yours and Kyle's cum. Other times, he would pull your clit in his mouth, lap at it like a thirsty dog but he mainly tongue fucked your ass, getting you relaxed for his fingers.

Johnny told them about your sex life. You weren't a virgin. But John didn't care. You were theirs and they took care of what was theirs.

Eventually, you took one finger, and then two fingers, and he slipped his pinky in with the fourth and you wailed, cumming hard and long with his fingers in your ass and thumb on your clit.

He gave it a few taps, keeping your orgasm going, letting it stretch on and on as molten lava poured from you.

John was mean sometimes.

Like right after, still feeling you weakly pulse against his fingers before he dipped his head back down so he could put his mouth to your cunt and suck up all the juices that leaked from you. Feeling you shutter. Hearing you moan.

Sometimes, John was nice.

Like giving you soft little kisses around your pulsing core, fingers still stuffed in your ass and one last little peck on your sensitive clit.

Seeing your face after he was done was enough to make him cum on the spot.

Eyes rolled back.

Drool over your chin.

Skin heated from his feast.

All glossy from sweat and tears.

So beautiful. So perfect. Entirely his.

"Gonna fuck this cunt of yours, okay, pet? Let me fuck this cunt and cum in your ass so Simon can fuck it, olright?" You barely nodded, but a drunk giggle escaped you and that sealed your fate.

John slowly sank in. Your heat sucking him in even further until he was pressed tightly against you, his bush scraping against your sensitive clit and your body unable to stop pulsing against him.

It was madness.

John used you like a fleshlight. Sawing himself in and out of your cunt. Hearing you squelch and feeling you drip down his balls. Sometimes, he wouldn't thrust. Just sink himself in until he couldn't, and hump you like that. You scream as you gushed over him, soaking his cock matting his hair down.

John didn't stop. He focused on finding your perfect spot before your bunched up eyebrows and broken moan let him know that he did just that.

He tormented you.

Milking that spot over and over again until your body tightened and John slipped his fingers down to your clit and squeezed.

You almost blacked out.

Your scream was brutal, horrifying to any strangers that may have walked by. Your slick gushed out of you in waves. John laughed, picking up speed before pulling out and pressing his cock head to your loosened hole. He barely pushed in, enough to pop the head inside, and came.

His loud moans filled the air, his cock pulsed and jerked as he relaxed on his knees and let himself fill you up.

John looked beautiful. Sweat soaked skin. Chest hair glistening from fucking you. His beard matted down from your slick. All the tension removed from his body and his big, hard cock hanging after he pulled out.

There's was a moment of silence, of breathing, of making sure you were okay and John didn't hurt you.

No, of course he didn't. It was perfect.

Your feet were removed from the cuffs and your legs were pulled up until your knees were by your head, held there by Johnny, who couldn't look prouder at how well you were taking them.

Someone big moved on the bed, demanding attention with his sheer size alone.

With John, you didn't get to see his size, but with Simon, you almost wished you didn't.

His fucking cock had to be the size of your forearm. Was it even real? Would it bite you? He's expecting it to go where?!

He chuckled as your eyes removed locked on his shaft. He let you soak it in, even stroking it so you could see how it hanged and throbbed in the air.

"Need your mouth." He grunted out, pulling his cock to release some pre, letting his shine off his head. Your mouth immediately opened, moaning as his salty taste clouded your senses and, like with Kyle, you to work on throating his cock.

Unlike Kyle, your throat and mouth ached and you couldn't get him half way until you started gagging and choking.

Simon gave you some breathing room and used his hand to spread around your spit, not forcing you to take the whole thing. Not right now...

Simon got back between your thighs, making sure Johnny held your knees tightly before he began to push and the world fuzzed out. You had never been so stretched, so full, so beautifully ripped open and feasted upon.

But here you were. Struggling to take your boyfriends teammate cock in your ass as your boyfriend held you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

It took some time, slowly working his shaft in and out of your hole before he was able to sink his entire length in.

And fuck, was it heaven.

You were heaven.

And absolutely on cloud 9. Simon's cries, his whimpers, the incredible stretch he gave you, all loosened up by John's mouth and his cum. Being held by the love of your life.

Simon could hardly pull out to push back in before you were cumming again.

And then you blacked out.

-

It took a minute to bring you back online. Thoughts were scattered. Eyes swollen shut. Your body covered in warmth. Someone's lips pressed to your head as a towel gently cleaned you off.

Bathroom.

You were in a bathroom.

Longer than necessary, but eventually, you realized that you were in the tub with Johnny behind you, holding you, loving on you as he cleaned you.

And you cried.

You sobbed.

You thanked him over and over for such a wonderful night. You couldn't stop telling him how much you loved him, how much you loved everyone. How thankful you were.

Johnny laughed, rinsing the cream from your hair before draining the tub.

"That was okay for you, bonnie? You promise?" You nodded quickly, a dopey smile crossing your lips.

"Perfect. Just perfect."

With the bed made with fresh sheets, warm food in your belly and surrounded by the best men you knew and loved, you fell deeply into sleep, feeling of love and happiness.

And, if that next morning everyone decides to make a plan on which man fucks you and when, well, that was your business. Like its been said -

It takes a team.

- - - -

Done! I'm sorry this took so long. Omg. I'm terrible at smut. But I loved doing a part 2! I'm so happy others liked the first part. Hopefully this is okay!

Shout out to @gazstations for letting me ramble this idea. Always coming in with banging ideas. I appreciate it more than words can say!!!

Take care😊

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P1, P2

[thedemonofcat]

Post mountain (how original), and also post voleth meir, Jaskier is still angry with Geralt for being a dick and he’s not going to forgive him easy (can’t let himself be fooled again/let himself be used again).

Geralt is getting frustrated (constipated moron), and he corners Jaskier outside.

An argument breaks out, and Jaskier is making fair (but mean) points (geralt being a selfish bastard etc etc), and unexpectedly, Geralt punches Jaskier so hard he falls down. Jaskier just gets up, wipes away the blood then walks away, as if something was confirmed for him. Eventual happy ending but lots if angst lol

Geralt stared, breath caught in his throat.

Jaskier lay crumpled on the stone floor—his Jaskier—still where he'd collapsed after Geralt’s fist connected.

But the worst part wasn’t the blow.

It was the smile.

Jaskier looked up at him, lip split and bleeding, and smiled.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt tried, his voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. He couldn’t look at him. The blood was still dripping—thick and red—from the corner of Jaskier’s mouth.

“It’s fine,” Jaskier said, the words disturbingly calm. He swiped the blood with the back of his hand like it was an inconvenience, not a wound. “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Geralt echoed, the phrase hollow in his mouth. “Jask, I hit you.”

Jaskier shrugged, blinking up at him like it was nothing. “People hit me all the time. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Geralt stared at him, frozen. There was no anger in Jaskier’s voice, no fear. Just quiet resignation.

“That’s not normal,” Geralt whispered.

Jaskier laughed—soft, dry, and empty. “It is for me.” He smiled wider now, teeth pink with blood. “My father used to beat me until I couldn’t breathe. Then my mother would give me sweets, or a new lute. Like a reward for surviving. In Oxenfurt, my professor locked me in a practice room with a collar around my neck. Said I played better when I was desperate.”

He lifted his wrists, as if showing off invisible jewelry. “The cuffs left marks. I still have them. You want to see?”

Geralt’s stomach turned.

Jaskier tilted his head, watching him with something between expectation and exhaustion. “It’s always been like this. Pain first. Then affection. You left me on a mountain to rot, Geralt. Then a year later you drag me to Kaer Morhen and call me ‘friend’ in front of your brothers.” He gave a crooked grin. “That’s love, right? You hurt me. Then you let me stay.”

Geralt couldn’t speak.

Jaskier seemed to be waiting for something—for whatever came next. A pat on the head? Another hit? A kiss?

He looked like someone who had long since accepted that kindness was always preceded by cruelty.

Maybe Geralt hadn’t laid the first stone in the wall around Jaskier’s heart. But he was the one who had smashed through what little was left standing.

Without a word, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around the bard.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” Jaskier replied, almost cheerfully. “I’m used to it.”

Geralt held him tighter, his chest aching.

“I’m sorry.”

This time, Jaskier’s voice broke. “I promise I’ll be better.”

Geralt didn’t let go. “No,” he said, the word scraping his throat. “You don’t have to be better. You were never the one who needed to change.”

But Jaskier was already shaking, the laughter dying in his throat as it turned to sobs.

And in Geralt’s arms, the bard finally shattered.

[muses-under-the-bed]

Laith looks disturbed. “Okay- partners. That makes sense. Now what are we doing here?” He asks looking at the harness and then the horse.

“He’s a guy. Be realistic Marie.” Ruth rolls her eyes. “I don’t think my body can handle another pregnancy. Okay? I’m not meant to have kids. That’s something I need to accept and I really don’t want to explain protection to a Victorian man who probably only knows about abstinence… and I mean look at him how long would that last. Besides. He’s a pirate who has already stolen someone’s wife. I don’t want to get tangled in more drama. I just want a decent normal guy who’s good with kids and able to handle my disability.” She rants.

“So don’t try and play Cupid. I really need your help here.”

@need-a-hand-peter-pan

Marie snoops around the woods outside a small town in Maine. "I swear, Ruth, I know there's something up here... the vibes are off... like seriously off"

“Snooping when something feels off is how people get killed in horror movies Marie! And we both know I’ll die first because I’m disabled!” Ruth hisses as she follows her friend. Her cane tapping across the ground as she shadows Marie.

“We just need to keep our heads down long enough to fix our car I don’t see…” she stops talking. There’s a whirring sound.

“Do you hear that?”

[biellescouts]

go ahead and flake on me, flaker.

spiderman!mark lee x f!reader

a/n; this is low-key inspired by my crush augustinthewinter oops

cw: curse words, kissing, nomin

summary: markie’s acting so strange lately… he keeps flaming out on me

you stared at yourself in the mirror as you got ready to go. yanking a long sleeve over your head and being sure to smooth your hair down after. you breathed out a heavy exhale. today was hyuck’s birthday party that you had organised and it had to be perfect.

your attention was dragged away from figuring out whether one of your eyes is bigger than the other by the buzz of your phone against the nightstand.

markly is calling

you pressed accept and put it on speaker before making your way to your dressing table. “what is upp?” you chirped, slathering your face in some spf moisturiser.

“hey, y/n. you almost ready to go?”

“yup, i’m coming down soon.”

“bet, i’m outside.”

after quickly doing your lip combo and sliding on your converse, you made your way down to mark’s car. though you liked to consider yourself an overly organised person, there were still a few things that you needed to pick up before the party which was now in 2 hours. basically no time.

mark was silent the whole ride. which would’ve been relatively normal if he wasn’t literally mark lee.

you gently poked his thigh over the console. “you good?”

he just nodded, “mhm.” never taking his eyes off the road.

when you pulled into the target parking lot, mark looked around, hesitating to get out of the car, like he was waiting for you to leave first.

“uhh, we not going in?” your brows furrowed.

mark looked around awkwardly, “oh uh, you go ahead. i kinda wanted to stay and listen to the radio. i'm really into the news lately.. yeah.” he scratched the back of his neck.

you squinted your eyes at him for a second, “yeahh, okay. well, i'm only getting candles so hang in there until then.” he shot you an awkward smile before you got out of the car, heading for the store

mark had been acting super.. odd, lately. he could hardly ever hang out anymore, and when he finally could, he would always make up some dumb excuse for why he had to dip out early. it was starting to become pretty obvious that something was going on.

after your little target run and a 15 second staring contest after mark frantically turned off the radio, mark drove you back to his apartment where you found hyuck waiting on the couch.

“haechannie!” you ran to the couch, damn near jumping into his arms and wrapping him in a bear hug, “happy birthday, cutie.”

hyuck let out an excited noise muffled by your arm around him. you pulled away from him, “oh, sorry dude.”

he spat out some of the fluff from your sweater, “it’s cool. it’s my birthday so! literally nothing could annoy me today.”

you smiled widely at his excitement. seeing him happy brought a great deal of warmth to your heart. you sat down next to him on the couch and the two of you started to talk about the party and how excited you both were while mark busied himself in the kitchen, unpacking your target haul which turned out to be way more than just candles.

you stayed on the couch with hyuck, watching as he bounced up and down slightly with excitement. “i can't wait for everyone to get here,” he moved his hand to rest on your arm, “especially since jaem texted me saying he and jeno are bringing me something ‘special’.”

you raised an eyebrow at him, “hello? special like what?”

“mm, special like expensive..” he flopped back dramatically against the couch cushions, “they both work at that fancy place in manhattan now, so they can afford to spoil me properly.”

“jesus, haechan.” you laughed at him.

you heard the sound of mark dropping something followed by a quiet curse from the kitchen and whipped your head in his direction but hyuck just waved his hand dismissively. “he's fine, he's fine. hey, did you call everyone to remind them about presents? because I swear if johnny shows up empty handed again-“

“uh no, no, not yet.” you scrunched your brows over at the kitchen before turning back to hyuck and lowering your voice slightly. “hey, is it just me or is mark being kind of... weird today? and like, every day this week.”

hyuck peeked over the couch at mark pacing for a moment before he shrugged, “um. no. don’t worry about it, though, party’s in like 40 minutes. get excited again!”

you pushed yourself off the couch, ignoring hyuck's dramatic protests for you to stay as you made your way to the kitchen. mark was hunched over his phone, seemingly studying apple maps with intense focus. you leaned against the counter, watching him for a moment.

“you good? you seem off.”

mark jolted up, “shit- oh, hey,” he straightened his posture, rubbing the back of his head. his eyes darted around the kitchen, not quite meeting yours. “just, uh, making sure everything's organised. you know how hyuck gets about this stuff.”

you squinted at him. that was definitely a lie — hyuck couldn't care less about party organization as long as there’s booze. before you could call him out on it, mark's phone buzzed. he grabbed it so quickly he almost dropped it, glancing at the screen with an expression you couldn't quite read.

“i gotta- there's something i need to...” he gestured vaguely towards the door, already backing away.

“mark, bro!”

“gimme 10 minutes.” he pleaded, and just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing in the kitchen surrounded by half-unpacked target bags. “fuck me, dude.”

you sighed, turning your attention to the scattered grocery bags. whatever was going on with mark had to wait — you had a party to set up. you pulled out the some fairy lights, arranging them strategically around the living room while hyuck provided unhelpful commentary from his spot on the couch.

“a little to the left- no, no, my left- no, wait, the first spot was better...”

“aye, cut it out, haechan. it's your birthday, not your interior design debut,” you teased and he just pouted in response.

as much as you tried to occupy yourself, you couldn't help but be painfully aware of mark's absence. usually he'd be right there with you, probably tangling up the lights or making terrible puns about the party supplies.

“y/nnie, he streamers are crooked!”

“dude.” you turned to face him, you placed a hand on your hip, “since you're such an expert on crooked streamers, why don't you get off your butt and come help me?”

he clutched his pearls, “but i’m the birthday boy.. i'm supposed to be lounging and being waited on.”

“you can lounge at your birthday party.” you grabbed a pack of balloons and tossed them at him. he caught them with a whine but finally got up from the couch.

as you worked together, hyuck's presence made it easier to ignore the nagging worry about mark's disappearance. the two of you fell into an easy rhythm - you hanging decorations while hyuck attempted — and mostly failed — to blow up balloons without getting light-headed.

"haechan, your face is turning the same color as those balloons." you laughed out.

“bro, i swear there’s something wrong with them.” he huffed, out of breath.

“out of breath from blowing balloons is crazy, actually.” you laughed out.

you pulled out your phone while hyuck continued his dramatic balloon-related suffering on the floor. ycrolling through your contacts, you hit renjun's number first.

“hello?” renjun's voice crackled through the speaker.

“hii, just checking you guys are almost ready. and uh, bringing presents?” you put the phone on speaker so hyuck could hear.

“yeah, we're getting ready now. jaemin's been wrapping the same gift for like an hour because he keeps messing up the corners.”

“it needs to be perfect!” you heard jaemin yell in the background.

“it's just gonna get ripped open anyway,” jeno's voice chimed in, followed by what sounded like jaemin throwing something at him.

“we're already together, so we can leave pretty soon” renjun explained. “and jeno and jaemin are acting like an old married couple as per usual.”

“no we’re not!” jeno protested.

“sure, man.” renjun chuckled. “anyway, we'll be there in like an hour. just gotta pry these two apart first.”

“kay, bye.” you squeaked, hanging up the phone.

you walked around the apartment, scrutinizing every detail. the fairy lights cast a warm glow across the room, and despite hyuck's earlier complaints, the streamers looked perfectly fine. the snacks were nicely arranged on the coffee table, and you'd managed to create a decent photo backdrop on one wall with some of the balloons.

“wait, everything looks so good…” you whispered, more to yourself than to hyuck, who was back sprawled across the couch scrolling through his phone. “it’d be nice if mark was actually was here to see it.” you sighed.

“trust, he’ll be back,” hyuck said without looking up, completely unbothered. “he always comes back.”

something about the way he said it made you pause. because what does that even mean… it wasn't just casual reassurance — it sounded like he knew something you didn't.

you decided to freshen up before everyone arrived, heading to your room where you'd laid out your outfit on the bed.

“y/n! jaemin just texted, they're like ten minutes away!” hyuck called through the door. “please tell me you're not going to take forever to get ready!"

“yeah yeah.” you called back. you changed into your outfit — a cute black top with a matching midi-skirt that made you feel confident despite the weird energy of the evening.

you gave yourself one last glance in the mirror before hurrying out to join hyuck. just in time too because as soon as you came out, the doorbell rang and hyuck almost face-planted trying to answer it.

“happy birthday!” three voices chorused as soon as the door swung open. renjun, jeno, and jaemin piled in, arms loaded with presents and various snacks.

“jesus, jaem, is that what took you so long?” you laughed, eyeing jaemin's impossibly pristine gift wrapping.

“listen. i don’t play.” jaemin defended himself.

“no, yeah. ‘course.” you blinked and jeno's face just scrunched up.

renjun piped up, “hey, where's mark? usually he's the one opening the door looking stressed about party logistics.”

you felt your smile falter ever so slightly. “oh, he's just... running an errand. i don’t know.”

“what a host.” he raised an eyebrow and you just sighed.

before you could respond, more guests started arriving, saving you from having to explain mark's mysterious absence.

the party was in full swing now, music vibrating through the apartment as you gathered everyone together near the balloon backdrop you'd set up earlier.

“okay, haechannie, you go in the middle!” you directed, watching as he immediately started posing while everyone shuffled around him. he had definitely rehearsed.

“na jaemin, stop fixing your hair, it looks fine.” jeno tried to push jaemin’s hands away from his bangs.

“that's what you think,” jaemin muttered, but finally dropped his hands.

you set up your phone timer and rushed to join the group, squeezing in between renjun and hyuck. the photos came out cute — everyone laughing and making silly faces and then jeno somehow managing to look like he was on a magazine cover.

but as you flicked through them, each one felt incomplete. it was painfully obvious that mark was missing. you glanced at the time — he'd been gone for over an hour now.

“okay, okay, let's take some silly ones!" hyuck suggested and jeno groaned.

“christ.”

— but you were already backing away from the group. “i gotta use the bathroom real quick,” you said, heading down the hallway.

you reached for the bathroom door handle, pushing it open without thinking — only to hear a startled “privacy, pri- i’m in here!”

“shit, sorry.” you caught a glimpse of familiar dark head of hair and what looked like red spandex before you instinctively slammed the door shut.

wait…

you reopened the door just enough to slip inside — and make sure no one sees the butt ass naked mark in the bathroom — closing it quickly behind you.

mark stood there frozen, in only his boxers and a spider-man mask dangling from one hand.

“dude, i can explain-“ he started.

“go ahead.” you cut him off, keeping your voice low despite the music muffling any chance of being overheard.

“because i've been worried sick about you disappearing all evening, and now I find you in here..” you waved your hands in his general direction, “doing whatever you’re doing. wait, what the hell are you doing..?”

mark cringed, hyper-aware of the situation he was in. “you found me!”

“what are you actually doing right now.”

“hide and seek?” he looked like he didn’t even believe the reason he just gave.

“okay, enough of the excuses now. like for real. cause i’ve been really worried about you these past few months because you keep going missing and you just brush it off every time. i know you’ve been lying to me. what is up with that?”

his expression became serious, “y/n, i’ve hated lying to you. every time i had to come up with some shitty excuse, i’ve felt awful.”

“you never had to lie about anything, mark. i’m your best friend, you’re just supposed to tell me.” you frowned at him and he could have sworn he heard his heart shatter.

“it's not- I just- I had to...” he trailed off, running a hand through his disheveled hair and taking a deep breath. “there was this thing downtown, and i mean, i couldn't exactly tell you-“

“tell me what, mark?” you stepped closer, arms crossed. “another shitty excuse? that all your disappearances were because you- you’re-“ you glanced down at mask in his hand before he swiftly threw it across the floor.

you froze, pointing at him, “woah. no. pick that up.”

“y/n. chill on me.”

“mark lee.”

“okay, hear me out,” he pleaded, “remember that ski trip? with hyuck and renjun? when that huge like— snow, monster.. thing attacked us all. but then he showed up?”

you frowned, remembering the terrifying incident. “uh, yeah, it was scary as fuck. but like, what does that have to do with anything?“

“you said you owed him your life,” mark continued softly, “and you screamed in his ear. super fucking loud.” he subconsciously rubbed his own ear.

you looked off to the side and scoffed, “acting like you were there. you literally pussied out as soon as it showed up.”

“trust me i was. i know that after he pulled you out of the way, you immediately started crying. you were wearing that blue ski jacket with the fuzzy hood, and you had snow in your hair, and-“

your eyes slowly widened as you connected the dots in your head. “shut up..” you whispered. “you’re him?”

mark flushed slightly, holding his arms out, “i meannn…”

“mark lee saved my life..?”

“yo, that’s crazy.” he brought his fingers up to his lips as if he was in deep thought, “like when you put it like that, that sounds cra-“

you cut him off by leaning in and softly pressing your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands found home on your lower back as he sighed into the kiss. a noise that brought you back to reality.

you pulled away, “wait, shit! oh my god, i’m sorry. i didn’t even ask-“

“no, it’s okay! i- uhm, i kind of wanted you to do that.. i don’t know.” he looks downwards.

“oh, purr.”

“wait— did you just kiss me ‘cus i’m a superhero? ‘cause that’s literally fine, but like-“

“god, mark, no. i’ve kind of liked you for a while. i guess the fact that you literally helped me escape death really solidified it for me. i don’t know..” you shrugged.

he looked at you with warm expression before realisation hit him and his eyes widened, “yo, i’m literally naked…”

you laugh at him, “oh yeah, i lowkey forgot.” you turn around allowing him to start dressing. “y’know, this actually explains a lot.”

he scoffed, “pfft. what do you mean?”

“your excuses were ass. it was only a matter of time till i found out.”

“what? no.. i was so stealthy.”

you laughed at him, “sure, mark. i-

you were interrupted by loud banging on the door. both you and mark flinched.

“Y/N Y/L/N! I KNOW YOU’RE NOT POOPING AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY.”

you slowly opened the door, “hi, haechannie…”

“ew, no i can smell it. i can’t believe you’d do this to me—” he frowned and you rolled your eyes.

“no one’s pooping, hyuck. don’t be dramatic.”

“huh. well- oh hello. why are you in the bathroom with mark? and you did it at my birthday dinner…”

“girl stop. mark just got here actually.” she turned to look at him, unsure of how to explain. all he could do is hold up a hand to wave awkwardly, “hey man.”

“mm yeah. nice of you to swing by, mark.” hyuck raised a brow at him. how’d you sneak past the door? you’re so sneaky, like, uhh… like a bug.” he raised his brow once again. “huh, mark?”

mark just looked from side to side, “what are you saying to me right now?”

a/n; takes a long nap…….. this came to me in a hallucination

[supernova41st]

Tangled ♪

Jerry (Date Everything) x Wired Earphones!Reader

A/N: There needs to be more Date Everything fanfiction! I’m excited to start writing some Date Everything stuff because the characters are soo cool. So sorry this took so long to release, I’m moving rn so I’ve been pretty busy jdhwjaid my joints hurt

Warnings: Abandonment, Hoarding, Signs of depression, Longer than my normal stuff

MINOR AUTHOR, DNI IF UNCOMFORTABLE

Divider creds: @uzmacchiato

It didn’t make sense to you. You your job flawlessly, playing songs and audios through your wires, delivering the best quality of sound you could, not letting a splash of water get to you so quickly—but even after all of that, your now previous owner was throwing you into a drawer to make room for their wireless earbuds.

It didn’t take long for Jerry to notice you. Sure, he couldn’t keep track of much of his collection, but he could easily sense when something new is added. He was simply overjoyed to see you! To him you were still a hot new thing because he wasn’t aware of the newer technology that was made.

“Oh, wow! Earphones? Did (O/N) drop you off here by mistake? You’re the pinnacle of technology! How could you possibly end up here?”

He closely inspected you while asking you hundreds of questions, twiddling with your wires and pushing your volume buttons constantly. It wasn’t the warmest welcome but you still managed to keep it together even after finding out you were being replaced.

Your wider knowledge of the outside world collided with how isolated and straight up weird Jerry was. The light bulb on his head is what threw you off the most considering the amount of fashion podcasts you’ve played.

“Theres a light bulb on your head.”

“Ah-Ah! Not just any light bulb, but an LED bulb. There just might be a day where these will be recalled all throughout the world, and it could soon be the very last one to ever exist, here on my head! Or maybe it’ll eventually create a new color that no one’s ever seen, unique to the light bulbs structure and technology!!”

“..babe, this is a solar energy light bulb. The only color it’s create is soft white”

Yeah, he didn’t take much of a liking to your ‘needling’. But he gladly accepted you as being apart of his collection. Even if you thought of yourself as a piece of uses less junk compared to the newer wireless earbuds, he still saw something more in you even if you couldn’t.

He never shared how much he more saw in you because he knew it’d get completely dismissed by your needling, so he kept it to himself.

Even through all his admiration, you still thought of yourself as a piece of junk along with the other stuff in the drawer. Jerry hadn’t interacted with you much after a while, leading to you slowly not speaking another word. He thought you were doing okay until he asked if you would tag along with him to play GnG with Chance but you looked, well, not okay.

Your wires were all tangled, your USB cord was a tug away from fully breaking off of you, and your ear tip was dusty, making your voice muffled. You were curled on the floor, staring at the tally marks on the wall that you made to keep track of however long you were in here. Jerry was never really handsy but when he saw you like this he just wanted to hold you.

“No, I don’t want to play GnG. Please just let me stay in here”

“But you’ve been here for so long! I-I know my collection may be all the more spectacular and everything but you haven’t come out since (O/N) put you here!!”

“For good reason.. I’m just as valuable as the rest of this shit”

Jerry knew you wanted him to leave, (like really wanted him to leave) but he didn’t accept it, instead he sat beside you, moving your wired hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear, he full on expected you to slap his hand away but you seemed to enjoy it.

“Look, I’m not really good with words or talking in general—b-but you’re just about the best object in this drawer! You can’t just give up on yourself now, I’ve met some cassette tapes and cough drops older than you who are doing just fine!—which is kinda weird because at this point those cough drops should be expired right now—but you get what I mean..”

Oof, he was right, he wasn’t good with words. Even with his little speech being quite awkward, the fact that he went to this length just to hang out with you was enough for you to consider leave the drawer after all those months.

“..plus, I think you’re really.. goregous and I—I think that playing GnG with you will…. Be a fun date we could do together?”

Jerry’s voice continued to grow higher, as he became more shy about the clearly scripted sentence being told to you, yet still, it felt very genuine. Looking at this state of an embarrassed red faced Jerry, the feeling quickly became mutual. You thought it wasn’t possible for someone like you, but you were perfect in his eyes, the most prized possession in his collection.

[lunar-atlantis]

I caved. I watched it.

I normally wait a week or so for all the hype to die down before i watch something like this but-

AAAAAA KPOP DEMON HUNTERS IS SOOO GOOD!!! The music the visuals just abegshsb

Honest review below cut (its rlly short cause I dont feel like im qualified for this but still-)

Spoilers below (but not too heavy i think-)

Okay this eats for real

I feel like its a good story. All the (main) characters have a good level of depth, they're not just idols, they're actual people. Rumi facing and discovering herself and its not bad to exist (despite literally everything she's ever been told about her dad and her life), Zoey making a place for herself, not letting her mind hold her back, and Mira just being herself, not hiding what makes her her and instead embracing it (Rumi could learn a lot from her). Honorable characters include Bobby, Tiger, and Bird (Crow? Is it a crow?)

The plot does feel a little cliche, especially near the end with the whole music brings us together wonder where thats from *coughcoughequestriagirlscough* but it makes sense for the plot. The humor in there didn't feel like too much, it fit really well. Overall the plot wasn't too heavy or too light, it balanced out really well.

I dont know a lot about Korean culture, legends or myths, but I think that what there was was solid and good all around. Also anyone notice Jinus hair? He cut his hair when becoming a demon, banishing himself for what he did, severing all ties with his past life. The demon we see isn't Jinu (or the man in the visions isn't Jinu), its a new identity, because Jinu died when he sacrificed his family. Ooor maybe im just reading too much into it and they just did it for aesthetic purposes, who knows

Now, the music. HOLY SHIT IT EATS. Waiting for "This is what it sounds like" covers. Golden? Eats. Takedown, in literally any other context, eats. Rlly good execution of how they put it in there, loved that.

Takedown... that entire scene. The entire buildup to that scene BROKE ME. Rumi trying to change the context of the song, not only because it wasn't what they needed (tbh that wasn't her main priority at that point), but because she didn't want to hurt Jinu. She didn't want to make the song aggressive, to feed into what they've been taught and all they know about what they fight against because she knows. I also think she felt it as a bit of a personal attack, because she's also included in the target of the song, even if unintentionally. Especially after she learned to accept herself, the song hit a lot harder for her. "Whole life spreadin' lies, but you can't hide, baby, nice try" and "Oh, you're the mastery of illusion, 나를속이려 하지마 (dont try to fool me), look at all the masses you're foolin', but they'll turn on you, so how?"

Golden is really good for describing each of the girls. Literally, the lyrics describing what happens out the end?? "I'm done hiding, now I'm shinin' like I'm born to be." I'd include the entire song if I could, but that part just fits really well. Also "We're going up, up, up, it's our moment." Almost like they're flying at the end...

No notes on This is What it Sounds Like. No notes, cause its perfect and its going into my mouth now. But the harmonies in it??? Stunning. Beautiful. As someone who needs to feel the music in their bones, this sent shivers through me. (Also its three part harmonies cause- cause there's three of them and I honestly dont know where im going with this)

So pissed Rumi and Jinu didn't kiss. Literally shaking my screen begging they'd kiss in that one scene. Not even an 'I love you'!!! AJAUJARHHDHEJSJ.

Okay this is all I can think of for now, thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[viperfang254]

Mars by Sleeping At Last (and Why it Fits the Thunderbolts)

I don’t know why, but this song reminds me of the Thunderbolts*—at first I was like “oh, Bucky 100%” but then I realized that this fits all of them. Here’s my explanation:

Yelena - She got to be an innocent child, if only for a few years, but it was enough to that when she got to the Red Room, she was scarred completely. She was innocent, not even knowing that the car ride Alexei and Melina took her on would be the last time she felt normal. The “we were young enough to sign on the dotted line, now we’re young enough to try to build a better life” reminds me of that—especially after the death of her sister. And the beginning of the song fits her (“we were full of life, we could barely hold it in. We were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering”). Alexei - Speaking of him, he got betrayed and thrown in prison by Dreykov. Did he have shitty morals? Absolutely, but he was still betrayed. I think “lay your weapons down, they’re calling off the war on account of losing track of what we’re fighting for” fits him well. Now, he’s filled with remorse and reluctantly trying to get back his fictional family and keep Yelena close—even if that’s not what his past self would’ve thought. Ava - “We made our families proud but scared at the same time. We promised we’d be safe—another lie from the front lines.” OKAY NEXT—just kidding, and although this line could easily be for John (oh, and John is going to have a holy paragraph), it fits Ava. She accidentally killed her parents and was made into a SHIELD puppet—she still thinks of them. She never meant to hurt them. Also the beginning lines, “We laid our names to rest along the dotted line. We left our date of birth and our history behind…” kind of showcase how she was heavily monitored by SHIELD and became their little pet project. Bob - This one is definitely less obvious and I admit, a bit of a stretch, but hear me out. “Our backs against the wall—we’re surrounded and afraid—our lives now in the hands of soldiers taking aim,” can fit John and Bucky—actually, most of them, but I’m using Bob for this line. Why? Well, when he stood up for his mother and put himself up against his father, he knew what was going to happen. He knew that his life was in his father’s hands—and he accepted that in order to defend his mother, even if she didn’t like it. Also—this fits the ‘distraction’ scene when they first find out he has powers. Literally, everyone in that damn unit was dumping bullets into him. Also, “Our questions ricochet like broken satellites” fits the beginning of the movie for him, as the uncertainty of the beginning led to him being more easily manipulated by Valentina. John - Okay, holy paragraph time. This song is literally about war and PTSD. John “I’ve Been in Every Active Warzone” Walker definitely has some of that shit. Let’s start with some lines that I haven’t already mentioned: “How our bodies, born to heal become so prone to die?” Lemar. I mean, look at it. His best friend—the man he cared for so much—just died, right there, in an instant. He knew that the Armed Forces came with risk—everybody knows that the Armed Forces come with risks—but it’s an entirely different field to see your best friend die in combat. Now: “So we found our way back home, let our cuts and bruises heal while a brand-new war began, one that no one else could feel.” Oh my God. This man, after being discharged, was constantly caught up in stories about his own failure. He was stuck in the past, stuck with himself, stuck with his trauma. It’s what pushed his wife to divorce him—the way he wouldn’t move on from his past. Yes, these lines are referencing PTSD—and that’s what John went through, albeit his attitude was also due to his cockiness and arrogance that he exhibits. PTSD is known to distance and even destroy familial relations between soldiers and their families, and this is a perfect example of that.

[isabella-2025]

My sisters boyfriend 1: Warnings: (Cursing and body shaming.)

Pair: Zilla Fatu X Arabella

Plot: Zilla and Lauren have been dating for 3 years and things were great at first until they weren't. Lauren started to become distant, so Zilla hung out with her sister Arabella. He is 21 and she is 17. Zilla and Arabella grew closer much to the dismay of Lauren. Zilla was torn between Lauren and Arabella. Who will he choose and what will happen along the way?

A/N: I was going to put part 2 out tonight but I got carried away with this one at the end so Part 2 will be out tomorrow. Do let me know what you guys think. Thanks for all the love. 🤍❤️

Lauren and Zilla met 3 years ago and things were magical. They met at a bar in Texas and he was instantly attracted to her not only because of her looks but because of her kind presence and genuineness. She was instantly attracted to him because of his looks and genuine character. They talked and drank for hours until closing time then like the gentlemen he is Zilla walked her to her uber and kissed her goodnight. A month or two later Lauren invited him to her house and he accepted. Zilla walked into the house Lauren took him to the living room pointed to the couch and said.

" Zilla, this is my sister Arabella, Arabella this is my boyfriend Zilla."

Arabella who was reading a book looked up at Zilla smiled and waved. Zilla was at a loss for words. Arabella had the prettiest red hair, glasses that fit her face just right and the most gorgeous smile he'd ever seen. He stood there frozen for a second but quickly came back to his senses and said.

" Hey, I'm Zilla it's nice to meet you."

" likewise." Arabella says as she smiles and looks away shyly.

Lauren grabs Zilla's hand looks at Arabella and says.

" Well, now that you both are acquainted the nerd has work to do."

Arabella looks back down to the book she was reading as Zilla and Lauren walked into the kitchen. She handed him a bottle of water and she said.

" I'm sorry about Arabella she is very nerdy and a little chubby the guys don't normally like to be around her."

Zilla looks at her seriously and says.

" I don't mind she's your family she doesn't bother me. "

" Wow that's a first." Lauren says as she sips her water.

Zilla does not respond because he does not know what to say. He thinks this is just their normal sibling banter but boy was he dead wrong.

It's been two years since that day and Zilla noticed a change in Lauren she became more cold and distant. Like last month she invited Zilla over for lunch and Arabella was there. Everyone sat down to eat they had Chicken, Salad and cheesecake. Arabella ate her chicken and went back for seconds but Lauren said.

" Don't you think you've had enough sis your big enough as it is cut back some."

Zilla watched as Arabella dropped her fork and ran up to her room. He looked at Lauren and said.

" What the hell was that for."

Lauren smirks and says.

" Look, I was just trying to help her she wonders why guys don't go after her she's chubby she needs to cut back."

Zilla shakes his head and starts to walk up the stairs but Lauren says.

" What are you doing she's a BIG girl she'll be okay."

" You're unbelievable." He says as he walks up the stairs to Arabella's room. He knocks on the door and says.

" Hey its Zilla can I come in?"

He waits for a moment then he hears Arabella say softly.

" come in."

Zilla walks in the room to see Arabella curled up on the floor, glasses off and a tear falling down her face. He sits down beside her and says in a soft voice.

" Hey, are you okay you know nothing she said was true right? "

Arabella looks at him and says.

" I'm used to it but she is right no guy wants me they all want her."

Zilla scoots closer to her, gently grabs her hands and says.

" beauty is more than skin deep."

"what do you mean?" Arabella asks.

" Well the way you carry yourself and treat other people make you beautiful not just your appearance." Zilla says as he looks directly into her eyes.

" You mean that?" Arabella asks.

" Yeah, I do from what i have seen so far your a kind, caring and compassionate girl you keep being you, don't listen to your sister because you look amazing." Zilla says smiling.

Arabella smiles and says.

" thank you Zilla I needed to hear that."

" Anytime." Zilla says as he gets up off the floor he heads to the door but stops and turns around. He walks over to her and to her surprise gives her a kiss on the cheek.

She watches as he walks out the door and thinks to herself.

" I cant believe he's even real I wish he could be mine even if it was just for a couple hours."

Zilla walks back downstairs and Lauren confronts him she says.

" did you seriously go comfort her, I'm your girlfriend you should have sided with me?"

Zilla looks angry and says.

" I do not have a fucking clue what happened to you but this is not the girl I started dating you've become so cruel."

Lauren smirks and says.

" I'm not being cruel I'm telling the truth and it hurts she's going to have to get used to it."

" I cannot believe you, I'm leaving." Zilla says as he walks out the door.

" Wow, I guess he's not who I thought he was." Lauren whispers to herself as she calls her side piece.

Since that night Lauren has been pulling away from Zilla, not speaking, texting or going out with him. He knew it was because he defended Arabella and not taken her side but he did not care, his mother always told him to do the right thing and he did so he didn't care about the consequences. He did go over to her house today to try to make Lauren see the light somehow but that turned into an argument with Lauren running out the door. He sat on the couch for a little bit and was about to leave but he heard the door open and saw Arabella walked in. She saw him sitting there and said.

" Oh hey Zilla, I didn't know you were coming over today, are you looking for my sister?"

" No, we just had an argument and she left." Zilla said sadly.

Arabella walks over to him and says.

" Oh, do you want to talk about it?"

" No , but I do want to go dancing." Zilla says looking at her with hopeful eyes.

" I don't dance I would look like an absolute Tran wreck next to you." Arabella says giggling.

Zilla wishes he could freeze this moment in time because God her giggle did something to him it made him feel comfortable, safe and seen.

" You can't be that bad, I'll help you." Zilla says as he gently pulls her up from the couch and puts on a song which so happened to be Arabella's favorite. It was Ed Sheeran thinking out loud. He places his hands on her waist and pulls her closer. Then he guides her hands to his shoulders and they start to sway to the music. Zilla stares at her and thinks.

" God what the hell am I doing, I shouldn't be thinking about her like this, shouldn't wish that I could touch her, hold her, love her."

Arabella notices him staring and her heart starts beating faster. She whispers.

" how did you know this was my favorite song?"

" I pay attention don't you remember whenever your sister would cancel on me we would go bowling or to the movies and talk." Zilla says smiling.

" Yeah, I remember, nobody's ever really paid attention to anything I've had to say ." She says Looking down.

Zilla frowns, pulls her closer and gently guides her head up so she is looking in his eyes. He says.

" everyone else might not care what you have to say but I do."

Arabella looks into his eyes smiles and says.

" thank you for listening like really listening."

Zilla pulls Arabella even closer to her to where their bodies are almost touching. He places his hand on her cheek leans in and says.

" I'll always listen to you Arabella, you're worth listening to."

Arabella swears her heart was going to beat out of her chest. She softly whispers.

" thank you, you don't know how much that means to me."

Zilla places Arabella's hand on his chest and whispers in her ear.

" You mean so much to me, my heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest whenever I'm around you."

Arabella gasps at his actions and words she grabs his hand and places it on her chest she softly says.

" My heart does the same thing."

Zilla places his forehead on hers and whispers.

" Arabella, you drive me crazy, you have since the day I met you. You are so kind ot everyone but not to yourself, your generous to others but not yourself. I want to do those things for you."

Arabella says.

" I want that too Zilla but my sister she's your girlfriend I dont want to…."

Zilla gently shushes her and says.

" She's not what I want or need you are."

Arabella replies….

to be continued.

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[inkskinned]

i'm a little afraid to go to pride this year. many of us are, a little. sitting around our tapas and video games, the silence that hangs over the discord server. it feels different, we say.

we're privileged. the community that came before us laid the groundwork so i could be raised in a different world, and i will never forget their sacrifices and dedication. they gave us this: a pride that feels like community and celebration and joy. i remember the first few times i went to a queer event - i'd been raised so catholic. feeling safe like that, for the first time... it saved my life. i go to pride to celebrate that feeling - my people, laughing. out in the sun, the way we couldn't have been even 25 years ago. that feeling: no wonder we call it "pride."

who am i to be afraid anyway. there are parts of the world where people are doing much better work than i am. but it's just: i felt at home there, you know? and this year feels different. we are waiting on the dam to break. last year, at boston pride, there was a whole gaggle of sign-holders shouting about jesus. you walk around them and try not to let it get to you.

this year, i'm going to DC's pride with my girlfriend. google sends me concerns about if it's safe to exist in trump's america, if World Pride is a bigass target on all of us. every article uses the words "safety concerns" many, many times. three days ago i witnessed a shooting.

even straight people keep telling me - people are weird lately. sometimes we blame it on Covid and sometimes we blame it on the full moon. but i do remember a time before this, right. it's not just that people are more comfortable being rude. it's this strange, outwards violence. a comfort in being cruel.

it's a big hole to fall down anyway. it's not like they're going to do anything to make pride safe, not really. i don't want a police presence as the solution. and what if this is just fearmongering! what if this is just to get us to stop attending our own events! what if everything is actually fine, and i'm just freaked out by the stated intentions of our president!

and what if i'm just listening to things that are being said. what if i'm weighing the shape and size of this america accurately.

my mother calls me. she's been getting the articles too. i assure her i'll be careful, but i put the phone down and stare at it. i'm going to go to pride. other people made it safe for me, it is my duty and my honor to show up for my community. the only thing we've ever had was each other. it was always an act of bravery. being ourselves is brave.

but i am afraid. i lay out my outfit and i kiss my girlfriend. i cut my nails and clean up my undercut. i hold her hand and hang the sunset flag. the sound of this america feels different. like a volcano trembling. i will love her and i will love being queer and i will sing over the noise of it.

but ... still. in the back of my mind. that feeling, like something terrible has been shifted. like somewhere in the night - they remembered we're different.

[starheirxero]

No but actually if I can stand on my little soap box here for a moment. This post is genuinely deeply what happened to Lunar and I have feelings about that.

Except, I have both actual blorboing thoughts and also meta thoughts about how that mindset may have influenced the choice of Lunar's sendoff and how it explains why people were so proud of Lunar for running themselves through the machine that gave them panic attacks over and over.

Lunar was basically conditioned to feel like they're basically less than dirt, to feel like they're inherently unlovable to the core because they hurt Earth. They were put in the mind grinder and then Moon would randomly guilt trip them here and there. They got used to hating themselves because they became a "bad person" who doesn't deserve good things–a fucked up mentality is something Pollux has pointed out!! She's mentioned twice that she feels like Lunar hasn't actually "healed", they just ran themselves deeper into self hatred.

Because that's the thing!! Lunar never got better!! Lunar made some big strides, yes, but they ultimately ended up throwing it all away because they're serving an astral court that will kill them if they ever backslide like that again. They do not have the room to heal and they never will again! So, what's Lunar's old reliable method? You guessed it!!! Masking and repressing it all!!!!!!

So they're out there hiding their feelings again and they're being told it's the basically the Morally Good Thing to do after they hurt Earth. This was an idea pushed both by the family (I still have a burning rage over everything old Moon told them) AND BY THE FANDOM.

Comments encouraged Lunar to go in the mind grinder and were even proud they were "taking initiative." Posts were made about how entirely irreedeemable Lunar is now and how they don't deserve to be with the family anymore.

People encouraged Lunar to punish themselves for their mistakes–to the Correct and Good thing afterwards–rather than give them kindness and patience and proper healing.

Head in hands. Not like they would have found a good support system outside of maybe Sun but. Ugh. That's another post. It just fucks me up man... No one told them that they aren't inherently bad or unlovable because they made a horrible mistake. No one told them they still deserve basic kindness and consideration. No one told them they're still a person at the end of the day.

[binalakai-archive-archive]

imagine your own version of yuri being so doomed that it takes the shape of an Extremely Vivid Traumatizing Recurring Nightmare Every Single Night where you gain and lose the best n only love you've ever had in your entire life. where you outlive a world that curses then outgrows you, ostracizing you in an immortal prison youre forced to keep living in

and then you wake up from that and you have to go on about your day like nothing happened

anyway i am normal about some hcs i have in about the ice queen (infodump + discord screenshots under the readmore)

okay so basically in my daydreams about the Ice Queen, she very much exists as an opposite to Fionna: a woman that loves the simple things in life so much that she comes off as Very Annoying and somewhat crazy for it

the only thing she doesnt look forward to is sleep, because like everyone else, she also gets dreams about the previous fantasy life that she had where she's constantly getting thwarted as the ice queen...amongst Other Things

with her already faulty memory being a thing and her sleep deprivation worsening her memory, she has a reputation for being forgetful and bad with everything (especially including relationships)