#but like now all i know is that my friend is hurting and theres nothing i can do

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

chat what do u do when it kinda seems like a girl likes u

[bunnihearted]

🐁☁️🌫️

[orcelito]

I've gone through a character arc today. I'm... better(?) now

[juicedbeetle]

im afraid that against my better judgement i have started another beej fanfic and im already 2k words into it

[netflixofficial]

Ever listen to a song you've heard a thousand times, but suddenly one of the lyrics just jumps out and gut punches you from nowhere?

[dykeyote]

screaming crying throwing up et cetera

[phagodyke]

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[futuremercifulnerd]

I miss having friends

[strab3rr]

(long story and no short sorry) GUYSSS I DID ITT

I INDUCED IT!!!!! I WAS PURE AS A FUCKING BABY

IDK WHAT TO SAY (ok enough w capslock)

i have so much to say and not a thing at da same time idk how

anyway i want to begin with thanking you @b4ddprincess bc youre the reason i realized why i started this thing. thank you for making my life better and make me realized what i need to do: nothing. (its same for you guys, all u have to do is nothing)

two fuckn years ago i said to myself that i need a better life, quiter life, less fight with everthing bc everything was so loud and not clear i was feeling lost like a child in the market, and i wanted to make things better for myself in every way, but the main idea of my reasons to wanting to get in the void was: making anxiety go and having better people in my life. but the ''voidlist'' just never stopped bc im kinda greedy(having the idea of controling on your life, the idea of that power makes you greedy. yes thats a thing) anyway the more i add to the list the more i feel like im movin away from my desires then i feel depressed bc ive overcomplicating it bc theres so many things to do but i dont do anything so nothing happend bc i was waiting to be someth happen. and then i started doing awkwardly silly things such as: void routines and challenges and (im embarrassed of this one bc i was too desperate) drinking water

youve read it correct drinking water.

i was sooo desperate for having those things id do anything to get them.

i am simple. i want what everyone wants🎀🎀🎀: shifting realities bc i have so many crush and i need them to be crush me in bed(for 2020 girlies)

being an academic weapon is so easy for me🎀(bc of the urge to make my family proud) +dream collage

being the girl that everyone gets along w(basic needs)

being the girl who is pretty not cute(trauma response)

glowing aura(cats loves people w glowing aura yes thats a thing too)

dream body n hair(bc i deserve this🎀)

healthy (girlyfriend)friends(basic needs)

and of course him, my sp(i cant tell wich one at that time but i releived that its not him now, bc MY BELOVED CURRENT BF. guyss he is the one. dont u dare ask me how you know? i literally manifested him🎀)

then i realized i can have everything bc its my reality so why not add these:

new phone, +macbook air

dream apartment of my own

pinterest closet

lifa app for this reality

financially free-money(a lot. like really a lot)

knowing 4 languages like a native person(bc i want to be diplomat so bad) +sign language(its in general)

a little drama(its not gonna hurt anybody)

my parents being more lovable and away from me

every time i try to get in, either i was failing or falling

and im sick of it, sick of it so much i quit.(for a year)

then i go to the theraphy(ofc no im jk ilove being crazy)

one day i saw a post ss from tumblr about pure consciousness on pinterest and i was like whaat is thiiss. no mention of void so i thougt its a diffrent thing and i download the tumblr again and search everything abt it. and same excitement again after one year same thougts and same list popes up in my head. and i was like ok maybe this time itll happen.

still waiting to be someth happen so nothing happend, it was such a waste of time trying to get in while i was already be, i was already what i want to become. i was that girl that everyone gets along with but i couldnt even see bc i was too focused on wanting to be. but still tried every night and failed. and again tried-failed-quit circle bc.. have you ever met me🎀

4 month ago i saw the girl, iconic blogger and the goddess of my dreams, her @b4ddprincess thx again love u so much

a post pops in my fyp and i see the words ''pure consciousness'' i was like noo not again. and i was serious abt it i wasnt gonna read the whole thing but it attract me n i couldnt resist it so ive read it from the top to the bottom. and she got my interest so i stalked her page from the last and to the first post. it was quiet a beautiful journey for me. lasted like 3 days, the end of the 3rd day i was ''woaw it was this easy all along? u cant be serious.'' she was. i tried one last time, no breathing exercise, no ridiculous routines and no waiting something to be happen. it was just me being real me chilling out asf.

and it was this easy and it should be this easy bc being your 4d self is being nothing also being everything at the same time. if u wanna be everything you should be nothing first(as wizardliz saying: drop the old story, leave the victimhood, for being better stop being bitter etc.)u should make a space for everything first and then u can be everything.

for being 4d self of yours stop being your3dself.

sooo long story (no)short i am writing this from my mac in my new apartment(in middle of the night bc i couldnt sleep and then one tumblr notification reminded me i have a success story to share too) and my phone buzzing two minutes a time bc of my friends while im writing this, so if theres anything wrong ignore it pls.

oh u asking my bf how cute, hes sleepin in my bed now, exhausted from the work n school balance.

YWS SCHOOL!! im in my dream collage and im going to be in paris for a week. i deserve a vacation i guess(its for another conference), i kinda hate french men bc theyre so mansplaning(not like how i imagined, its hard to be friends w them)girls are cute but i feel like theyre aware im not permanent there so we just con buddies still cute and hepful for this foreigner.

and i canceled the lifa app thingy bc i can be my purest consciousness anytime i want, so i am my lifa app.

and thx to 4 languages i make a lot of money and that brings us to the pinterest closet, yesterday i realiased that. theyre not comes to me w an imaginary way like i imagined! i go outside for shopping casually and theyre there luckily i have enough money to buy them.

and my family theyre living in our hometown now so as i want it to be, we are away from eachother.

and the most magical thing: SHIFTING REALITIESSS

i did 5 world before i met w my bf. it was such a wonderful experience. if you have doubts abt shifting you can go fuck urself

because sir i did it and i am very sure that dean winchester being my husband is not a daydream, fantasy nor lucid dreaming. believe it or not he kissed me GOD HE KİSSED ME(someone should stop me i have a bf)

is there anything i missed let me see.. cats i have 2 cats now and theyre adorable. glowing aura-check

the girl who is pretty not cute- check +make anxietygo-checkcheckcheck

dream body and hair- check and check

i wanna give u a info i didnt have all my desires by being my4dself

not directly actually. but i have them all. and thats the point.

im not trying to be a blogger but if you have any question abt anything, id be happy to help

now i need to upgrade things in my farm byeess

loves, siena.

[tinylittlebab]

hmm.

[emmyrosee]

So Urm just a thought u got any…. Deep non curse sukuna angst I think it’s a good day to cry.

-anon🥢

Sukuna is nothing if not self sabotaging.

Things with you have been good. Borderline perfect; you’re the missing piece to the life he’s cursed to live, where he’s always self aware of his weaknesses and takes them out on those around him. There is no blessing, not when all he does it hurt. It’s a miracle yuuji and choso deal with his shit enough, he knows they should’ve dropped him off the face of the earth with the pain he causes.

Now, it seems, it’s your turn.

Your turn to be on the receiving end of his fury, his rage and heartbreak, your only chance to escape being to leave him; maybe that’s all he wants: you to leave him.

He stopped calling you. Stopped answering texts. When his brothers and parents ask about you, he merely stays silent, opting against making you sound more divine than they know you are.

You’re perfect. You’re not for him.

Theres a pounding on the door that goes unanswered by everyone in the house, and he groans as he gets up to answer it, only to reveal your frame in the door.

You look distraught. You’re angry, he can see that in your eyes, there’s a betrayal buried deep in them. Your face holds a scowl and your breathing picks up at the sight of him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes and walks away from the open door, knowing you’ll follow him no matter what. “So?”

“So?” You ask, offended. “You and I are supposed to be in love, supposed to be partners in crime-“

“Im hearing a lot of ‘supposed to be,’ and not a lot of ‘have to be’” he snaps. He hears you take a breath to say something, but you don’t. He screws his eyes shut. “Get over it. I didn’t sign a contract with my blood saying I have to come to your every beck and call.”

“Sukuna. Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Being an asshole,” you say firmly. “Let me in. I’m here. What’s going on?”

“I’m sick of you.”

At his blunt words, you gasp, and sukuna feels the bile rise up his throat. He’ll do anything though. Anything to make you stop loving him. “What…?”

“I’m sick. Of you,” he echos. “You checking up on me, demanding we go out, flaunting me off to your friends like I’m some damn trophy-“

“Because I love you!” You hiss. “I want to show you off, make the world see how lucky I am to have you!”

“‘Show me off?’” He cackles, spinning on his heel to face you. “There’s nothing to show. I am nothing to you. You, are nothing to me.”

You reel back at his words, waterline swelling with tears as you are wounded by his words. “You think because I take you out on a few dates, we kissed a little and I held that little hand of yours, that you’re anything special to me?” He shakes his head with a cruel chuckle, “I’ve done that to every broad I’ve ever been with. You’re not special. Never were anything more than a body to me.”

You puff out your chest like an animal trying to protect itself, “then what about the nights we cuddled?” You demand. “What about our late night trips to McDonald’s or 7/11? What about the nights you cried in my chest about your miseries and hardships, and I carded your hair and cradled you close to my body?”

“What about them!” He yells, the cracks in his confidents breaking. Those moments mean the world to him, and for him to now force you to use them against him has his blood running cold. “Yeah, I let you see the softer bits of me. Who cares?”

“I do!” You wail. “Because it made me think, for one second, that we could be something special! Something we earned and worked for together!”

“I think you forget,” he snarls, “I lived a fine life without you in it. We can go right fucking back the minute you started thinking this bullshit.”

You flinch at the harshness of his words. It’s working. Sukuna feels it. The love you have for him dwindling, the connection being frayed and severed with every pass of his words-

“Then do it,” you whisper. “If your life was so great loveless, then go back. But just know, I’ll never stop loving you. Ever. You’ll never have the peace of the freedom of heartbreak when it comes to me.”

With that, you take a step back, followed by another, but your eyes never leave his. Your bottom lip wobbles and you grab your coat over the back of his chair. He watches as you cover your mouth with your hand before dashing out, slamming the door behind you and leaving a trail of tears. His eyes are fixed on the door that’s finally stopped shaking on its hinges from the slam, as if waiting for you to sweep back in and demand his love, demand him to care and want you back.

But it doesn’t come. You don’t come back.

He can’t fight the urge to swipe everything off the counter with his arms in a fury, plates and cups flying off and shattering under the force. He pants like a voracious beast, angry and predatory, but he’s grounded as he steps on a shard of crystal from his mom’s wine glass.

And now, rather than chase you down the street, begging for your forgiveness, he sits down, using his hands to pick up the bigger shards. There’s an unfamiliar trickling down his cheek of hot tears, one splatters to the floor, and that’s it. Sukuna, with the monster he worked so hard to keep at bay, ruins another paradise in his life.

He cries alone.

All alone.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘SAILOR SONG,

-THEPENGUIN!SOFIA FALCONE X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You run into Sofia at Berto’s funeral. You’re the only one who can calm her down.

⋆ tags/warnings. sofia falcone x female reader. ANGST AND COMFORT!! Might make this a series if anyone likes it enough <3 she’s my literal BABY im so in love with her it makes me want to kms! she deserves SO much better i just wanna give her a hug (and a kiss). slight homophobia mentions, past relationships (but unclear), THE HANGMAN!!!!! Based on 1x2, bertos funeral ! she is my girlfailure wife and i need her

♫ “Begging, baby, would you please? / Do the things you said you'd do to me. / And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong / I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long.” Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

High tides. That’s what Gotham is, after the haunted return of the Batman. At least, that’s all you see around you now. Theres blood in the water, and the sharks have all come to hunt.

You think it’s all bullshit. The bat, the Riddler, this fucking funeral. You hardly knew the man, and you know it’s a waste of time. Everyone dressed in black here is only cutting their losses. It’s all out of fear. Berto was unabashedly himself. And that was weak. He tried too hard to be his father.

You scan the funeral, which might as well be a party for some of these fuckers, and hold your breath. Okay, maybe you’re more upset than you’d like to admit. Nihilism appeases the soul where optimism does not. You’d only had very few conversations with him, but he was…nice, to some extent.

It’s a day of mourning. And that’s what you do. Memories come to you in unsafe and ungrateful waves, alerting you of every interaction you’d ever had with the man of the night.

“Hey, so,” He scratched the side of his head with his index finger. “Wha- What’s up with you and my sister?” A bitter smile on his face, nose scrunched in faux curiosity. You’d known better. You grew up your entire life in Gotham, and you had known a thinly veiled threat when you’d heard it.

“Sofia?” You’d asked, lighting a cigarette. The sunset flooded through Italy’s streets. It wasn’t your first summer here. You took a long drag of smoke, thinking of how to phrase your answer. The Falcones weren’t stupid, none of them were, not really. “Nothing.” You settled on, dabbling it out in the ash tray. “Why?”

You’d expected some bullshit to fly from his mouth. The family…That you were an outsider. That whatever the two of you had going on was distasteful. A woman and a woman. Not a good look in the papers. Weak willed woman frolicking together in Gotham’s underground. You expected him to insult you, and her. What would their father think?

But Alberto didn’t say anything like that.

“If you hurt her,” He began, and you felt yourself visibly recoil. “I’ll have to, you know,” He motioned with his hands, forming a gun with his forefinger against his temple, and a pew sound. “Pop your top.”

Returning to yourself, you find it in yourself to be greatful. For Alberto, not ratting the two of you out. Whatever you two had…was more than the both of you ever managed to let on. Small touches here and there, kisses when you played house. Laughing underneath streetlamps, painting her nails. And then she got locked up in Arkham. Your best…friend.

And now she’s finally released. Idiots with poster boards outside begging for her return to the loony bin. She’s somewhere in this house, on the same floor as you.

You mindlessly sip on your glass. Alchohol is your real friend tonight. The undergrounds in shambles, the entire city is. What’s stopping you from leaving? You don’t know. Not until you see her.

She trails in the room, and the first thing you hear are overwhelming whispers. You don’t pay attention to them, how could you? Her hair tied up messily, sticky bangs and beads of sweat on her forehead. Her makeup is neat, but just barely smudged.

She’s bug eyed as she enters, chest heaving in…anger? fear? She pays much more attention to the whispers than you do, you realize.

“She’s crazy,” You hear from behind you. Faces hide behind there glasses and hands, leaning down and gossiping amongst themselves. It makes you sick. She makes you sick. Even more so, as she seems to lose herself. It starts with a small bite, digging at the finger food, before she picks up heaps of it in her palms. Over and over and over again…

“That’s enough,” You whisper, sternly, grabbing her forearm. Her mouth almost drops open with the food, eyes widening even more. She stops chewing, and for a moment, it seems everything and everyone is finally scilenced.

She doesn’t say a word in her shock, her arm falling down. She lets you guide her out the room, and the both of you ignore the comments from passerbys.

When you finally reach an empty room, you close the door. Her blood runs cold, and she’s perpelled to the edge of the room, like a cornered and vulnerable prey animal.

“What are you doing here?” Sofia drawls, clearing her throat. Her cheeks are tinged pink from embarassment, and her nose twitches in frustration.

“I knew him too.”

“No, you didn’t.” She remarks, firm in her stance. Her jaw is clenched tight, and you sigh. You make your way over to a couch, sitting down lazily. It doesn’t feel how it used to.

“Yeah, I didn’t. But I got an invitation.”

She ignores you. Straight to the point.

“You’ve heard. What they are saying about me, out there.”

“Hard not too.”

She scoffs, letting out a hmph noise. She turns away from you, blinking.

“Well. Do you believe it?” She tests, arms crossed. You feel your eyebrows scrunch, and you give her a once over. You want to scream at her, that she isn’t crazy. That whatever she’s done isn’t her fault, not completely. But you can’t claw the words out- not after not seeing her in years.

“You do, don’t you?” She continues. She stops pacing the room to take a seat parallel to you. You bite your tongue.

A beat of silence, and something in her dark eyes takes it as your final answer. Theres something deeper, darker swirling in them you can’t quite place. She’s not the same girl you knew as a child.

“No,” You whisper, finally, and watch her perk up. “You’re not crazy.”

She stays silent as she looks at you disbelievingly. Like you’re saying it simply to appease her. You find it in yourself to let the tension melt away, leaning back into the cushions.

“You don’t need help.” You affirm, and her expression is unreadable. “You aren’t broken. Or whatever those fuckhead doctors told you in Arkham. You’re just…” You trail off, needing to word this right. “You’re just your fathers daughter.”

You expect her to ask ‘what thats supposed to mean?’ but she doesn’t. No…she looks too vulnerable in this light to fight back against you. Again, silence sounds, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake.

It’s only when she speaks, voice trembling, do you see her resolve break.

“Why didn’t you visit me?” It’s quiet, almost a whimper, and her voice breaks. “In Arkham?”

There it is. The question you’d been dreading, mostly because you didn’t know the answer yourself.

Her eyebrows are pulled together, nails clenched into her own skin. You go to tear them from her palms, opening them up to find the marks. She doesn’t say a word. She makes no move to push you away. She’s too tired. She’s greiving, her father, her mother, her brother, her sanity.

You lean down, and press a gentle kiss to her nails. A strangled sound is ripped from her at the action, and you notice how her eyes turn glossy. You decide to ignore the question for now, watching tears finally slip from her eyes. She’d been holding them in for what felt like forever. But not with you, she finds, she could never hide anything from you.

You pull her in, embracing her for all its worth. She immeadiatley falls into you, open mouthed sobs against your shoulder. You hug her tight, and it feels blissful. After so long of only seeing her on TV reports and pictures, touching her, feeling her, is heavenly. Just like it used to be.

She still smells the same. Her makeup runs as she cries into your shoulder, and you gently hush her. You pet her head and hair, cradling her like she’s fragile glass about to break. She’s yours. You’re hers. You always have been.

Rocking her back in forth, you place a kiss on her forehead. When she leans into you, you place more. Soft little pecks across her skin, to her head, wrist. You kiss all her tears away as they fall. Sweet and salty, wetting your lips. You feel her try to catch her breath.

She pulls away from you, hair messy. Her lips are parted, and her pupils blown, and theres a silent promise in the air between the two of you. I’m with you. Im on your side. I am the woman who wants you to win.

Her hand trails to your cheek, and she looks at you worshipfully. Her eyes flit to your lips, as if asking, begging for just one.

You nod. You could never deny her anything. She leans in, tentiavley, before connecting your lips. Memories flash through your head. She tastes the same, acacia honey and cigarette smoke. Besides yourself, you deepen the kiss, and she responds tenfold.

Her hands thread through your hair with a gentle tug, as if there is a feral need buried underneath her skin, to possess you. Remind herself you are here, and you are hers, not an illusion. Not a nightmare. She would kill for you.

You have to almost fight her to part for air, pulling away with heavy breaths. She doesn’t let you get far, resting her forehead against yours.

For better or for worse, she has stuck her claws in you. You realize she will not let you go. Not tonight. Not tommorrow. Not ever.

Breath intermingling, her body heat radiating against yours, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You stay like that, unanswered questions still plaguing the silence. You’ll answer them one day. For now, you choose only to lose yourselves in one another.

You regret not telling Alberto the truth before he died. She’s not nothing to you. She’s everything.

[yourlocal-edgelord]

MORE ME AND MY FRIENDS AS BATFAM BC WE ARE AMAZING

Part 8:

Tim: Dying isnt healthy

Jason: Objection, being dead is healthy you lose all illnesses and have nothing to worry about anymore.

Steph: plus like your dead corpse will be giving back to the environment after you die.

Tim: A, everyone is buried in caskets nowadays and B, I said dying not being dead. Dying is an extremely painful process.

Jason: potato tomato same thing

Steph: Wait how do you know dying is painful?

Tim: MOVING ON-

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Tim: Guys help I think I’m dying

Steph: Sorry u arent allowed to do dying is not healthy.

Tim: OH SO NOW YOU QUOTE ME, HO AHEAD BE MY GUEST.

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Damian: *grabs a zip tie holding it pointy side up* STABBITY STAB STAB

Jason: ow…. that hurt so much.

Damian: *eyeroll, turns to new victim* STABBITY STAB STAB

Dick: HELP IVE BEEN WOUNDED CALL AN AMBULANCE.

Jason: 👁️ 👄 👁️

Dick: IM BLEEDING OUT HELP—

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Barbara: Alright welcome to makeshift therapy please state you names.

Jason: Farquad

Steph: Liam white boy

Tim: *eyes jason then grins* Fiona

Jason: I MADE A MISTAKE MY NAME ISNT FARQUAD PLEASE.

Barbara: Too late now, sit down farquad.

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Tim: Isnt it amazing how ive never said anything especially stupid so you guys cant quote me

Cass: Tim, everything you say is stupid most of the time

Jason: You said 5 minutes ago that the moon in the sky is fake because theres no vector dancing on it.

Tim: IN MY DEFENSE-

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[themultifanshipper]

“I don't know why you're laughing… Having powers gives you a huge responsibility!”

You laughed at Max's offended expression.

“Okay, spiderman, whatever you say”

Part of my Halloween event!

Warnings: driver!reader, smut, inappropriate use of supernatural abilities, theres barely any plot tbh, kind of dark!max? , everything is consensual but not safe or sane, public sex technically

You both managed to stay polite whenever you found yourselves in social settings, but you weren't going to give up an opportunity to rile him up when it presented itself.

You were at dinner, joking about Max's powers with a few other drivers while the man sat across from you, pouting moodily at the turn the conversation had taken.

You and Max didn't exactly see eye to eye, often coming together on track, and it always ended with one of you in the wall.

“I mean I suppose he's right” Lando giggled “He's got a responsibility not to use his powers for evil or anything like that”

“Evil? Max? You're joking!” Charles guffawed and everyone around the table laughed.

Max wasn't laughing however.

“Please Lando, be serious” you smirked “Max couldn't hurt a fly, he's too nice”

You were only teasing, but Max was getting increasingly frustrated.

He could be evil if he wanted to!

He voiced that thought out loud and you laughed even harder at him.

Max could move things with his mind, big deal.  It wasn't like it was even that useful. Like, sure he didn't need to get up to get a drink, and that ‘s great, but it couldn't really go much further than that.

You didn't notice, but as the hazing went on, his eyes got darker as he got angrier.

The only reason he brought it up was to impress his friends, and feel superior to you, but it had horribly backfired and now everyone was laughing at him.

“Okay but really” George interjected “I suppose if he was angry enough he could lose control and cause some serious damage”

You grinned “Yeah, I'll believe that, when I see it” you scoffed.

You weren't even looking at him, you weren't even giving him the respect of looking him in the eyes while you humiliated him.

He felt it coming too late, the urge.

The urge to make you understand. He was a dangerous man, he just didn't show it.

It happened so fast no one noticed except you.

You felt something turn your head towards Max.

Like some kind of supernatural force had gripped your jaw and physically force your head forward.

Your eyes widened when you made eye contact with the Dutch driver facing you.

His eyes were stormy grey and fixed you intently.

The hold on your face loosened, and the feeling shifted downwards.

It came to rest around your neck and squeezed.

No one else had noticed, all absorbed into their own conversations either side of you. You tried to tell Max to stop but it was useless, the feeling had gotten so tight it was cutting off your blood flow and the edge of your vision was getting blurry.

Before you could pass out, it loosened and you heaved in a breath, staring at Max, who quickly picked up his fork and started eating as if nothing happened.

Your heart was beating out of your chest.

How could he do that to you? And why on earth did the thought that Max could do that make your heart race?

You let out a quiet ‘Max’ to get his attention.

He smirked and his eyes snapped back to you.

“Not dangerous, hmm?” he spoke lowly. “I could kill you right now and nobody would notice until it was too late…”

The feeling curled back around your neck, and you could almost feel the pressure of individual fingers, as if it was Max's hand around your throat.

The thought made you shudder and as it squeezed again, your eyes closed and you let out a tiny whimper.

The feeling stopped immediately and Lando turned to you.

“You okay?”

You swallowed hard and gave him a thumbs up.

“I just choked on my water, all good now” you managed to say while willing away the embarrassment of what you'd just done.

Lando went back to his conversation and you glanced at Max.

His eyes were full of mischief and he bit his lip trying not to laugh.

You glared at him as if to say “shut the fuck up” and he raised his hands in mock-surrender.

The phantom hand came back to its place around your neck, not squeezing this time, just ensuring that you felt its presence.

You were just a girl. A hot man secretly choking you with an invisible hand in public would get anyone wet, right?

Right.

So it was no surprise to you when you rubbed your thighs together and felt your panties getting quite damp.

“I'm not going to kill you, obviously” Max whispered across the table “but I think you deserve a punishment for underestimating me”

“Not here, not while our friends are here” you hissed.

“Well you're just going to have to be quiet then” he smirked and took another bite of his meal.

The hand on your neck trailed lower and you shivered when it cupped your breast.

What felt like a thumb was circling your nipple lightly, making you feel absolutely insane.

There was nothing there, and yet you could feel it. A phantom touch gliding over your body.

Max raised an eyebrow, checking in with you, and you nodded quickly at him.

‘Don't stop touching me' your eyes seemed to say and Max smirked.

The hand went lower still, landing on one of your tense thighs.

You trembled in your seat, this was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

Obviously you were very much turned on by the situation, and the fact that you were incapable of stopping Max if you tried was turning you on even more.

You were completely at your rival's mercy.

You decided  to test out resisting, to see what he would do.

The hand tried to unhook your legs to pull them apart but you kept them firmly clenched together.

Max chuckled darkly and whispered across the table.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way…”

You smiled at him with as much confidence as you could muster, and muttered, careful to not be overheard.

“Do your worst, Verstappen”

The look he gave you was the scariest you'd ever seen on him.

He smiled like a cat that got the cream as he cracked his knuckles and put one of his hands under the table, hiding it from view.

The effect was immediate.

Despite your legs being closed, the unmistakable feeling of two fingers inside you made you bite your hand in an effort to not make a sound.

Looks like Max's powers transcended clothes, and even flesh, as the fingers were hooked upward and rubbing harsh circles into your g-spot, making you shake with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through you.

You could see Max's bicep flexing from where it was visible, but somehow no one else was seeing what was happening as he stared at you darkly, while making you fall apart even with several feet separating you.

“stop” you said as quietly as you could “too much, too much, Max”

“spread your legs for me, then” he muttered.

You opened your legs reluctantly and the hand didn't stop completely, but it did slow down and was more gentle as it stroked your inner walls.

You let out a breath and relaxed your body, glancing around to check that no one was watching, but they were all absorbed in their own conversations.

“Good girl” Max growled under his breath.

After a minute it stopped, and you were about to ask why when the sudden feeling of your underwear being dragged down your legs made you jump slightly.

A couple of seconds later Max looked down at his lap (that you couldn't see) and his jaw hung low as he let out a breath.

“Soaked” he mouthed silently at you and you blushed.

What a perv, using his powers to steal your underwear right off your trembling frame.

You saw him stuff them into his back pocket before the feeling of two hands crept up your legs, stopping at your knees to push them apart and spread you open further.

Thank god the table cloth was long enough hide all of this, because you didn't know what you would do if any of your friends found out what you were doing right now.

The hands slowly rose up your thighs, thumbs digging into your flesh, hard enough that you couldn't close your legs if you tried.

You felt incredibly exposed under Max's dark gaze, and couldn't help but let out a low whimper as one of the hands came up run a finger through your wet folds.

Max visibly shivered, sinking a finger in and curling it upwards again.

The touch was incredibly gentle this time, and the contrast from earlier made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Despite what he was capable of, he was being almost careful with you.

Another finger slipped in and you had to bite back a moan as your hips twitched every time he curled them up.

You felt a pressure circling your clit and it took everything in you not to react to the feeling, but you could feel yourself getting closer to an edge that you didn't want to reach in front of everybody.

Suddenly, George stood up and announced he was going for a bathroom break, and the movement made the others want a smoke break so one by one they all shuffled out, leaving you and Max alone at the table.

“Who knew you were such a dirty slut? Letting me use you like this in front of our friends” he snarled as the movement of the fingers quickened and you swore under your breath.

“It's not like I actually have a choice, is it” you replied and the scoffed.

“If you weren't enjoying this you wouldn't be so fucking wet. I can hear your cunt leaking all over my fingers”

Now that you were a tiny bit more free to react, you whimpered louder as you also heard the obscene squelch, barely muffled by the table cloth.

As you got closer to the edge he slowed down, not quite pulling out but your legs shook as the pleasure was ripped from you.

“Oh I’m sorry” Max drawled mockingly “Did you want to come?”

You whined as the pressure on your clit increased. “Yes, fuck-“

“Then beg for it. You need to learn that I can be evil when I want to be.”

Ah so that's what this was about, he was just trying to prove a point.

"Sorry I bruised your ego, Max. I didn't know it was so fragi- Aah!”

Another finger squeezed in next to the other two and started a rapid pace, abusing the spot that made you see stars, and the other hand went to thumb even harder and quicker on your clit.

“If you want to come you'd better do it soon, the others are coming back”

You didn't need to look to know that he was right, you heard the boisterous laughter of the other drivers from across the room.

You came hard, muffling your sounds in your palm as your eyes squeezed shut.

You rode the waves as the burning pleasure slowly subsided and you opened your eyes to see the chair facing yours was empty.

A hand on your shoulder made you jump and you turned to look at Lando, who looked rather concerned.

“You sure you're okay?”

You nodded and waved dismissively.

“Just a bit tired”

“Okay, well some of us are gonna share a tiramisu, you want some?”

“Sure” you smiled, and he went off to oorder.

You jolted again when you felt a pair of hands return to your thighs.

You closed your legs instinctively but they were blocked by something large and suspiciously Max-shaped between them.

“Where's Max?” Alex asked as he sat down a few seats away.

“Dunno…” you hesitated “I think he went to the bathroom”

You hoped you were convincing, and that your voice didn't tremble too much, because Max's tongue was currently running up your inner thigh and making its way to where you had made a mess before.

He lapped at your cunt like there was no tomorrow, licking up your juices until he'd thoroughly cleaned you up.

By the time he'd finished, all the other drivers had returned, chatting amongst themselves, none the wiser.

He placed a tender kiss just above your clit, and closed your legs for you before his touch disappeared completely.

He popped up from under the table, back on his side, and went into some long winded explanation about how his phone had slipped out of his pocket and he was looking for it under the table.

No one really payed his obvious lie any mind, except for George who looked like he was having a mental breakdown.

A slight blush had spread over his cheeks and he’d run his hands through his hair so many times in frustration it was starting to stick up in places.

He was scowling at you and Max and it hit the two of you at the same time.

George also had powers. George was a telepath, and had probably been privy to every single thought you and Max had had while in his presence…

“Sorry George” you and Max both thought as hard as you could, hoping he could hear you.

He pursed his lips and rolled his eyes disapprovingly before clearing his throat, loud enough for everyone to hear what he was going to say.

You panicked, looking to Max for help, but he just looked at you helplessly.

“I think that in the spirit of cooperation and good-faith” George announced loudly “Max Emilian Verstappen, and his most esteemed rival, should pay the bill today”

He glared at you and you let out a breath.

Thank the lord for small victories.

[mxqdii]

matt sturniolo headcannons

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: headcannons!

warning(s): mentions of mental health, fluff

not proofread

matt would def be the type of boyfriend to just ALWAYS be touching you, like i know it's said, but it is very true. his hand is either on your thigh, his fingers interlocked with yours, or just touching you in some way.

if theres any insomniacs here or just in general people who have trouble sleeping, matt would be there awake with you playing with your hair until you fall asleep.

if you're anxious or if anything is bothering you, you dont even have to tell matt and he just knows. i feel like he would definitely have you studied, the way you act when you're uncomfortable, the way you act when you're sad, everything.

pet names. matt is a big user of pet names, i can picture him calling his partner "baby" and "love" the most, but a few sweetheart and beautiful's would slip out.

long conversations are a definite.

you would be having a bad day and just see matt and break

"baby what happened? talk to me."

"its okay, you're okay." he says stroking the back of your head

you two would very much lean on each other when needed, he would have bad days and just times where he would be more quiet, and all he wants is to be near you.

this is very controversial but in my opinion i feel like matt wouldn't be completely against pda. in public there would be hand holding, short and sweet pecks, etc. nothing too crazy but i know he wouldn’t just stop touching you the minute you two leave the house.

in private though? this man is so clingy. kisses everywhere, always cuddling, his hand on your thigh, hugs, etc.

you in the car vids and vlogs (if you're comfortable with that.) occasionally sitting in the front with matt if you survive the war for it with chris.

chris always making jokes on how you're a home wrecker and how you stole his bf (he loves you though)

you taking care of sick matt and them him spreading his sickness to you the next week, getting each other sick has happened on multiple occasions.

can get VERYY jealous and/or overprotective, jaw WILL be clenched and he'll either get quiet or possessive.

you, matt, nick & chris have sleepovers in the living room and watch movies together, you always end up seeing pictures of you and matt cuddling when you wake up.

holidays with matt are unforgettable. this boy would always get such perfect gifts for you every. single. year.

i see a lot of fics where matt cheats on the reader, but being honest... he would never. matt loves his s/o too much to hurt them and i just cant picture him cheating or playing somebody.

now what would happen is matt being too scared to admit his feelings for you, !!!!mutual pining!!!! is a definite. (unless u bold)

speaking of mutual pining, tropes for a matt relationship would definitely be friends to lovers. like growing up with the triplets then falling for matt.

if you're also a youtuber he would appear in your videos constantly, AND would help you film whenever you need.

he finds it so adorable how much you love his tattoos, i saw someone write a blurb saying reader would color in his tats and i ADORE that idea so much.

him watching you look so focused as you use the colors on his arm, tucking your hair behind your ear when it falls, smiling non stop, etc.

[bittersnsweetz]

ohhh my god i just realised why i love narumitsu so much, despite the obvious (mutual pining, slow burn, one-sided enemies, to friends, to distant friends, to close friends, to lovers all that good stuff)

its BECAUSE they have a shared emotional journey that is so narratively satisfying to me that as im typing this im barely able to contain my stimming

phoenix defends miles, so convinced he can save him and is almost blinded by that fact because he knows edgeworth as so good and so pure and he totally definitely absolutely would never willingly hurt anybody and then he ghosts him for a year which phoenix obviously interprets as yet another person abandoning him, leaving phoenix to pick up the pieces, and that whole time phoenix is beating himself up because wow this is just like when he put all his love on the line for dahlia and it turns out she was just using him this whole time and the absolute mess of emotions that arises when edgeworth comes back, alive, with no apology whatsoever.

and then two years later phoenix loses his job and edegworth is trying so hard to help and be there for him while also juggling his prosecutor job and the challenges that arise from adjusting to a new justice-driven mindset, but phoenix is already closing himself off and refusing to talk about it because hes stingy and secretive and edgeworth has seen the stingy in passing but never to this extent, where he can tell that phoenix NEEDS someone but apparently that someone isnt going to be him. and he's on call with him one night and he hears trucy for the first time and hes mortified because so many complicated emotions and questions arise from that alone: "wright are you sane" "wright are you seeing someone" "wright why didnt you tell me about this so i could help you" and i do think edgeworth gets overwhelmed by all this at once, the secrecy, the daughter, the friend who visits phoenix every now and again, the lack of healthy communication. and suddenly everything that he thought theyve worked so hard to build together has come crashing down and theres nothing phoenix will let him do to help

and its the shared parallel of the initial proposal to help "let me defend you"/"let me be there for you" being completely rejected and the repeated efforts to do so being met with a sudden shift (prosecutor miles edgeworth chooses death/i have a daughter and a new friend who helps me now) and how its so difficult for the both of them to realise at the time that its for their sake that they're doing it, that neither of them are doing this to hurt the other intentionally (although for phoenix i definitely think theres spite involved, but not to the degree to which edgeworth ends up experiencing what he does emotionally), and the idealisation that gets completely shattered by reality

just. UGH. the full circle that is them, after everything is said and done, finding closure in each other again, however non-linear that journey is, and, this is important, CHOOSING to still stay with the other through anything and everything that comes to pass, and truly SEEING the other behind their professional masks. Seeing them entirely and not just the attractive parts. im rabid.