#don’t be disappointed in me it was an accident ok!!!!

[pinkslipxox]

i couldn't find what you were and were not ok to right for so if your uncomfy with this then forget it.

are you willing to write about $elf-h@rm. if you are then could you right about reader relapsing without telling billie cause shes scared then one night when cuddling billie accidently sees or hurts reader arm. but is really soft about it.

bye have a good day/night!💖

hey my love! Yes of course. No problem! 🥰

If anyone is going through this, please know that you have my heart and that you always have a friend in me, please don’t ever hesitate to reach out xx

**TW: mentions of self-harm!**

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The soft glow of string lights illuminated the cozy room, casting a warm glow over the small space that Y/N and Billie shared. The faint sound of music played in the background, something soothing that Billie had chosen to help them unwind after a long day. Y/N curled up comfortably under a blanket, her head resting on Billie’s shoulder as they watched a movie, their fingers intertwined.

Billie chuckled softly, glancing down at Y/N with fondness. “You look so comfy, mama,” she said, brushing her fingers through Y/N’s hair. “You know I love these quiet nights with you.”

Y/N smiled shyly, appreciating the love and warmth radiating from her girlfriend. Everything felt perfect, yet there was an uncomfortable feeling knotting her stomach. Despite the calm atmosphere, Y/N had been struggling internally. She had relapsed into self-harm a few weeks ago, a secret she hadn’t found the courage to share with Billie. Fear muddled her thoughts — fear of disappointing Billie, fear that she wouldn’t understand, and fear of what that could mean for their relationship.

But in this moment, she was distracted by the warmth of Billie’s embrace. It almost made her forget about everything she was dealing with. Almost.

As the movie played on, Billie shifted slightly, cuddling closer to Y/N. She moved her arm, unknowingly brushing against Y/N’s sleeve. A sudden shock ran through Y/N as Billie’s touch came into contact with the many small marks she had tried so hard to hide. In an instant, panic flared up within her. She sat up quickly, pulling away slightly, her heart racing.

“Y/N? Did I hurt you?” Billie’s voice was filled with concern as she pulled back, searching Y/N’s face for an answer.

Y/N’s eyes widened as her mind raced. “No! No, I’m fine!” she stammered, quickly covering her arm with the blanket, hoping to hide the evidence of her struggle.

Billie’s brow furrowed, not buying the reassurance. “You don’t look fine. I just—” She paused, sitting up straighter, her intuition kicking in. “Did I touch something? Did I hurt you?”

Y/N felt helpless as Billie continued to scrutinize her face. She couldn’t bring herself to share the truth, terrified of what it would mean.

“I just… I’m really sensitive tonight,” she admitted quietly, trying to dismiss the situation.

Billie’s expression softened, concern replacing concern. “Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, right? I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me.”

Y/N’s heart sank, knowing deep down that she wanted to tell Billie everything. But the overwhelming feelings of shame and fear loomed over her. “I just don’t want to worry you,” she whispered, avoiding Billie’s gaze.

Billie took a deep breath, her voice gentle yet firm. “Y/N, listen. You’re my girlfriend, and I care about you more than anything. I can’t help you if I don’t know what you’re going through.”

Seeing the sincerity in Billie’s eyes made Y/N’s heart ache. It felt like they were on the edge of a cliff; she could either take a leap of faith and share her secret, or remain paralyzed by silence. She took a shaky breath, her thoughts racing.

“Billie, please… just hold me for a second,” Y/N finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with vulnerability.

Without hesitation, Billie closed the gap, wrapping her arms around Y/N tightly. She could feel the tension in Y/N’s body, and it made her heart ache. “I’m here,” she murmured softly, placing a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead. “Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”

Y/N melted into Billie’s embrace, finally feeling safe enough to let the dam break. “I’m scared, babe,” she confessed, her voice trembling against Billie’s shoulder. “I’ve been struggling… and I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry.”

Billie remained quiet, holding Y/N with unwavering support, allowing her the space to gather her thoughts. “It’s okay to be scared,” she finally said softly. “You’re not alone in this. I love you, no matter what.”

Y/N felt the weight of those words hanging in the air, and it gave her the strength she needed to go on. “I… I relapsed,” she admitted, her voice shaky. “I thought I could handle it, but…”

“But you’re human, Y/N,” Billie interrupted gently. “You’re allowed to have bad days. It doesn’t make you weak; it makes you real.”

Y/N felt tears brimming in her eyes, and she let them fall freely. “I just didn’t want to disappoint you…”

Billie pulled back slightly, looking Y/N in the eyes. “You could never disappoint me. You’re my whole world. Please trust that I want to support you through whatever you’re facing.”

Y/N nodded, feeling the warmth of Billie’s words sink in. “I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t apologize. Just promise me that we can face this together, okay? We’ll figure it out, one step at a time.” Billie squeezed Y/N’s hand, her grip firm and reassuring.

“Okay,” Y/N whispered, her heart a little lighter. “Thank you for understanding. I love you so much, Billie.”

“I love you, Y/N. And I’d do anything for you. Remember, you’re safe with me. Always,” Billie replied, pressing another soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead, sealing the promise between them.

In that moment, surrounded by love and compassion, Y/N felt a sense of hope blossom within her. She knew the road ahead wouldn’t always be easy, but with Billie by her side, she felt ready to navigate the challenges together. The warmth of their connection reminded her that she didn’t have to hide anymore, and, step by step, they would create the safe space she had longed for.

[sickgraymeat]

Just found out (should have known) that if I needed to go on disability (short term or otherwise) now or after my job ends I would not qualify bc I’m being paid under the table. Knew this abt unemployment but 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 everyone please advocate for yourselves and inform yourselves in the workplace and don’t accept illegal pay if you can help it. Not having to file taxes is not a benefit. You’re being screwed over.

[gutterfuuck]

ok all i can think of is super pervy & creepy incel mark w a reader who lowk knows he’s super weird and creepy with her but is like…into it. like he steals her underwear and gets off on the smell of her and she knows and is just like 🤷‍♀️😊 like maybe she finds a fucking box of her underwear under his bed while they’re hanging out and he’s like oh fuck i swear it’s not what it looks like and she’s like :0 okay but do you want another pair? 😊😊

“ and in addition to my other ask; what would be even better is a reader who is so like fucked up mentally over being into it (bc uhhh she doesn't think she should be so into her best friend being a fucking creep) and mark can tell and he's like ok so ur just a little pervert like me!— ☆ “

this is so good anon omggg—- it would also be an interesting idea to have a reader who’s kind of a bully/mean girl towards mark + he retaliates (😉) but that is a whole other concept that i am not focusing on rn haha 😅

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

you were accustomed to it by now; mark’s calloused finger tips brushing past your neck, hands wrapping around your waist or pulling you almost into his lap at times. he was just a touchy guy, you were his best friend, he’d never look at you like that!! mark just loved playing with your hair, he was just affectionate!

you knew why his hugs would linger just for a bit too long, you weren’t stupid. that’s why you weren’t the least bit shocked when you had found out where your underwear had ran off to. you weren’t shocked, weren’t exactly disappointed either. you knew what had been going on, you damn near set him up by just leaving your clothes thrown onto his bathroom floor after you would use his shower and purposely wearing short skirts and low tops whenever you would hang out with him. you’d picked up on his behaviour for a while now, so had everyone else. everyone around you could see how often mark would touch and let you walk up the stairs first so he could see up your skirt, “well i’m not gonna look up there, you know that.” “if you fall or slip, i’ll be there to catch you, y’know?” “c’mon y/n, don’t you trust me? wouldn’t you rather me accidentally see up there?” “you already walk around my house basically naked sometimes.” he justified, eventually winning you over and getting the chance to pull out his phone while distracting you with talk, taking a video from underneath your skirt.

you’d found them when you had dropped your phone down the side of his bed, going to get it before mark could protest and offer himself to grab it, he hadn’t moved that one pair of cotton white panties, the ones he had pressed up to his nose the night before, getting off to the scent of your pussy still on them. mark almost died when his fear came to fruition, you holding up your own pair of underwear that you had left your phone for.

mark’s face turned red, hand shooting forward to grab at the pair of underwear; you snatching your hand away. “i-it isn’t what you think it is!” he shouted, your eyes locked onto his. the corners of your lips turned upwards, glancing at the panties and then back to mark, “i think these are my panties. no, i’m sure.” you spoke, mark’s hands flew to your shoulders. “they must’ve g-gotten there by accident…-you’re always here, you never know, you might’ve left them here-” he stuttered, fingers digging into your skin gently, moving up to hold your face so he could give you a look of sincerity, hoping that you would believe his lies.

“d’you want more?”

he swear he heard ringing in his ears. the world seemed to slow down, his vision blurry. did you really just say that or was he actually going crazy this time? a beat, two. “what?” he breathed out, voice quiet and getting lost somewhere on the way out. “i’m wearing pink. white polkadots, lace i think.” you wondered, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt, inching it towards your upper thighs. further, further. “wanna see?” and mark feels like he’s going to explode. he was already nodding before you had even asked him if he wanted to look at your underwear, you got off of the bed, standing in front of him and lifted your skirt up. lace, just like you had promised. crimson red trickled out of mark’s nose, dick throbbing in his pants.

he looked so disheveled, half lidded puppy eyes focused on your clothed cunt, blood slowly dripping down his nose and past his chin, red staining his shirt. “can.. c-can i…” he almost drooled, hand reaching towards your thigh, needing to hold you, needing to confirm that this was real and happening. “you’re gonna let me touch you here, yeah?” his hands stuck to your waist, pulling you closer as he moved to kneel in front of you, pressing his face into your cunt and sniffing feverishly, tongue lolling out to lick you through the cloth.

“s’good… smell so f-fuckin’ good, y/n..” he groaned, you giggled. you were so perfect for him, so fucking perfect. he slid one of his hands into his pants, wasting no time in stroking his cock, jerking himself off while he sniffed around under your skirt and put his mouth around your still covered pussy, wetting the fabric and licking up your juices as soon as they secreted from your heat and soaked into your panties that mark would definitely be keeping. your hands stroked through his hair, gasping lightly when he pulled your panties to the side and instantly began sucking harshly on your clit, rubbing circles into it with his hot tongue.

this was sooo fucked up. were you taking advantage of him? would it even matter seeing as he’s obviously been taking advantage of you, stealing your underwear while you weren’t looking? you didn’t care, neither did mark. you especially didn’t care when his fingers found their way into your warm cunt, pumping in and out while he gently grazed your sensitive bud with his teeth, your fingers tightening in his hair and your chest heaving, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat as he held you still with both hands now, teeth biting down just right enough for it to make you almost jump backwards, a light squeal leaving your lips.

“taste so good… so wet f’me, getting my fingers all sticky..” he talked into your clit, tongue flicking back and forth. mark pulled away, looking up at you with lust glazed eyes, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucking your slick off of his digits. he turned you around, mouth open while he panted, hands spreading your asscheeks as his tongue began licking circles around your asshole, making you almost jump at the unexpected action. “j-just wanna touch you everywhere…” mark told you, tongue pushing past your tight little back opening, your ass clenching around his tongue as you nearly fell over onto your knees, mark steadying you.

you were always teasing him, always. he pulled his tongue out, pulling you down onto the floor with him, positioning you onto your back, hands attacking your zipped up jacket and almost tearing the clean off. no shirt. no bra. fuck, you’d done this on purpose. “so fucking hot…” he said before sucking on your now exposed nipples, other hand squeezing as if he had no idea on how to handle tits gently. oh, that was because he didn’t. he was inexperienced, but it wasn’t something that made you upset. no, quite the opposite, you liked it; the hungriness of it. the greediness, selfishness.

“no bra… practically naked under there…-“ he huffed tapping your leg so you would wrap your legs around his waist. he bent down to lick your cheek, smiling when you gave him a look of confusion, “p-perv..!” you joked, laughing at him. his cock strained, his cheeks went pink. “again… fuck, call me that again.” mark muttered, humping against you on the floor, trapping you in with his teeth tight on your shoulder. you complied, gasping and nodding, “pervert..”

he lost it, getting to his feet and keeping his hand on your head so you knew not to stand up along with him, his hand anchored in the back of your hair, using it to pull you forward so he could rub your face in his bulge, throwing his head back when you opened your mouth, sliding your lips up and down the side of his cock through his pants.

in reality, maybe you were the pervert. you couldn’t care less, your hot best friend was trying to force his fat cock all the way down your throat with his gorgeous face all ruined and flustered with your lacey-pink-and-white panties held up to his nose, your scent drove him fucking crazy, your own face streaking of mascara and your lipstick smudged around the corners of your lips. you were beautiful to him, his hips unrelenting with his messy thrusts. “nghh aaaahh.. so warm… ‘s this what pussy feels like too?” he asked, gripping your hair even tighter. “b-bet you’re tighter in there… in your cunt-“ he continued to let his tip bully the back of your neck, your throat bulging ever so slightly with each harsh thrust, catching a rhythm that made his balls slap against your chin. “c-callin’ me the perv… you’re all soaked and sicky down there…” your eyes watered, nails digging into the meat of this thighs, your cunt gushing. this was so wrong, you should know better than to let your best friend throat fuck you after finding out that he had been getting away with stealing your items of clothing for so long. “you’re the real pervert, hah..- you look so messy, f-fuck, i-i’m gonna cumdownyourthroat—“ he choked out, dick pulsing as his head rolled back, his vision blanking and hips stuttering, thick ropes of cum filling your mouth.

he was right, you were the perv. only a perv would swallow their best friend’s load and beg him to shoot the next one into your guts.

[morganski-19]

The One with the Gossip

The group is hanging out at the café, all in different conversations when Jonathan comes into the bar and flops down on the couch. Camera bag sliding off his shoulders.

“When does this place start serving alcohol?” he groans.

“In about thirty minutes,” Nancy starts, “are you ok?”

Argyle trades places with Robin, sitting next Jonathan. “That bad?”

Jonathan nods, widening his eyes. “Messiest wedding I have worked months. There were so many things and they just piled on top of each other. The amount of bridesmaids and groomsmen that had previously slept together and didn’t know about it was insane.”

Steve and Eddie turn their heads at the same time. “What now,” Eddie says intrigued.

“I love messy shit I’m not apart of,” Steve mutters under his breath.

“It was crazy,” Jonathan sits up, turning toward Steve and Eddie at the side table. “And it all started for the most stupid reason. The guys apparently had a bet when to see how many of the bridesmaids they could sleep with. And the girls didn’t know about it, and a few of them fell with their ‘charms’ and were none the wiser. Until, one of the groomsmen said who won in their speech.”

“Holy shit,” Robin says with a sip of her tea.

Eddie winces. “That is such a dick move.”

“How likely was it that they were part of those fraternities that just liked to terrorize people,” Steve asks. Having almost accidently joined one of these fraternities when he was in college.

Jonathan nods with disgust. “That only scratches the surface. The best man had won, having slept with six out of the seven bridesmaids, and he was engaged to the maid of honor.”

Everyone winces with disgust.

“Not cool, dude,” Argyle says with disappointment. “So not cool. How can people do this to other people. And think that they can get away with it.”

“Because they’re inconsiderate assholes,” Steve says at the same the same time Eddie says “They’re disgusting bags of shit.” They high five each other.

Jonathan lets out a long breath. “And I’m not done yet. It gets worse.”

“Oh my god, how,” Nancy questions.

Argyle stands. “I’ll be right back, continue without me.” He walks over to the bar and starts to talk to the barista.

“He got bonus points for sleeping with the bride. And the second-place winner, was the groom.”

“Holy shit,” everyone says in unison.

Jonathan nods with wide eyes. “And the groom got a bonus point for sleeping with his future mother in law.”

They were too stunned to speak, just letting the silence fill that moment. Argyle returns with a cup of something and places it in Jonathan’s hands.

“What did I miss?” he asks, looking at them all super confused. “Are you guys broken?”

Steve shakes his head, trying to wrap his head around what was just said. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”

“And this is coming from someone who has actually slept with one of his frat bro’s moms,” Robin interjects.

“On accident. And she was his stepmom, that was much younger than his dad, well after I was in college. He doesn’t know, it’s fine.”

“Did that cause another sex ban?” Eddie asks.

Steve laughs. “No, that’s when the figured out that the previous sex ban wasn’t working.”

Jonathan takes a sip of the drink Argyle gave him. “Jesus, that’s strong. Did you bribe them or something?”

“Something like that. Seriously though, what did I miss?”

“Groom slept with the future mother-in-law,” Robin fills in, Argyle winces. “What is with people?”

Jonathan shrugs. “Don’t know. But it was a big wedding that they are not getting a refund for. And I still got cake, well what was left of it.”

Eddie leans forward. “What was left of it?”

“Yeah,” Jonathan nods. “Speeches were right before cake, so the bride took the entire top layer and slammed it over the groom’s head. Followed by the maid of honor taking two giant handfuls and shoving it into the best man’s face. Arguments broke out and all that shit. I stayed back to help clean up.”

“Had they signed the marriage certificate yet?” Nancy asks.

Jonathan sighs. “No clue, don’t care. It’s over and I got paid. A lot. This was not a cheap wedding. Oh right,” Jonathan reaches down into his bag and grabs a takeout container, handing it to Argyle. “Saved you a piece of cake.”

Argyle takes it, opening it and starting to eat it. Nodding his head in appreciation.

The rest of the group looks at Jonathan. “Where’s our cake?” Robin asks, a little hurt.

“You don’t live with me, you don’t get cake.”

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[happybunny999]

Yandere Batfam x neglected OP Meta outskirts reader and Ymir fritz

Part 1

Summery:Ymir Fritz and reader are reborn in the outskirts of Gotham after leaving the void from their world and are with their new mom a kind woman who took great care of you and Ymir in their small village but after her death they are taking to Gotham and what will happen when the Batfam and villains take a sudden liking to them after neglecting them.

(Ymir and reader are twin sisters with Ymir being born first and reader is shy and extremely meek while Ymir is is the same with appearance but has black hair instead of blonde and is reckless and short-tempered when something is not fair and will speak her mind and protect reader from the Batfam and villains that bother them)

As I woke I realized that something was strange instead of the coldest of the void me and Ymir were used too I was met with warm sun and laying in a comfortable crib with Ymir right next to me I look around as I sit up from where I was laying next to Ymir and see that not only were we in a comfortable and colorful crib but the room we are in has a big window and soft on the eyes wallpaper with toys already on the ground and a dresser with photos of myself,Ymir, and a woman with beautiful and kind eyes and long hair and a man who I could tell by standing near the woman that they were in love from what I could tell from where I was sitting in the crib As I was still looking around the room Ymir began to start waking up and when she sat up and took one look around and snap her head at me with a wide smile and before she could speak the door of our room opened to reveal a beautiful and pleasant woman with gorgeous hair, a warm smile As she made her way over to us and picked us up from the crib and as she held us close to her we realized that we must have been reborn from the void and now have a change to live a normal life and this woman is our mom from the pictures on the dresser and the guy next to her looks like our stepdad but not our real father After some time we spend with our mother and stepdad every thing was going good and did get better when our mother discovered that we had powers like her when we are 5 and she started to train us into hiding our powers Everyone in the village loved us and we’re ok with our powers and we helped them with a problem they were struggling with

Everything was going so good

But then it happened Our kind and loving mother and gentle and kind stepdad were killed while they were in the city getting groceries for us I was heartbroken and cried in Ymir’s arms as she held me close while she was just mad at who did this After that a man in a suit and with bright blue eyes came to get us in his private jet and take us to Gotham Ymir didn’t trust the man named Bruce claiming to be our father and she kept me close to her Once we arrived at the manor things only got worse

Dick would barely notice us and would never spend time with us which makes Ymir mad Jason hates us and would glare at us when ever we past by each other his green eyes always scared me and Ymir would glare back at him and even sneered at him once when he gave me a black eye when I got to close to him by accident Tim would just act like we don’t exist and being too sleep deprived and just walk past us Damien is the worse because the very moment we stepped into the manor he made it his life goal to make our life much harder as he cut my cheek with a knife after our first encounter and Ymir was beyond mad and tried to attack Damien which ended up with Bruce yelling at us to go to our room after breaking up the fight and of course he and the others(and cass and Stephanie ) took Damien side and gave us glares and disappointed looks that made Ymir even more angrier and ended up yelling at the others cussing them out before slamming the door our bedroom behind us.

Ymir was beyond frustrated and her eyes started to glow red and she was about to use her powers and promises to kill the family with malice in her voice I quietly calmed her down tears in my eyes from the family’s harsh attitude for us as i clinging onto to Ymir as she held me tightly in her arms as we both drifted off to sleep.

[powermakar]

Slut! (3+1) - LS2

Summary: 3 times you break down and Logan pulls you in and the 1 time he breaks down and you pull him in. Based off of the song "Slut!" by Taylor Swift

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: Swearing, self-deprecation, and Qatar 2023

1- I crashed my car

“Logan,” you breathe out. “Logan, I, Logan…” you try again.

“Y/n what happened? Are you okay? Did you get into an accident? Where are you?” Logan quickly asks as panic builds up inside of him. 

A quick “yes” is all you are able to croak out. “I crashed my car, I don’t know what to do and I need you,” you say with tears rolling down your face. “The other guy is being an asshole and he just keeps yelling and swearing at me.” Wiping your runny nose on your sleeve you say, “I’m scared, please hurry up.”

“I’m on my way, just try to breathe with me, we don’t want you to hyperventilate,” he tries to joke. 

As you mentally go through the checklist of things you know what to look for and ask for when you get into an accident, you can’t seem to think straight. Embarrassment, the fear of failure and disappointment run through your veins. You can’t even imagine how angry people will be at you, and that thought alone just scares you. You walk to the back of your car to reassess the damage, luckily there is a miniscule dent on the back of the bumper. Nothing really worth fixing or paying any attention to. When you turn to the man’s car you cringe inwardly as more tears prick your eyes. You look back at the man and say, “I am very sorry sir, I really do not know what happened but I am willing to pay for any of the damage.” 

The man looks you up and down before telling you to shut up. At his abrupt comment, you turn away from him as more tears begin to run down your face. “Don’t you walk away from me you bitch!” the man yells. 

Unfortunately for the man, Logan heard his comment as he was getting out of his car. “Do not ever call her a bitch ever again, do you understand?” he says as he walks towards you. You see the man awkwardly turn away from the two of you.

Logan turns to you as you quietly call his name and engulfs you in a hug. “It’s okay, we will figure this out, don’t worry about it, angel,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.. All you could manage was a little hum. 

And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

2- I’m tired 

Being a university student is exhausting. Add in a boyfriend, a social life, and a job, all of your days seem to blur together. As the weeks went on, assignments and projects stacked on top of each other in a never ending loop. Once you finished one project, you were assigned another one along with some long-term assignments you needed to constantly work on. This week in particular seemed extra hard. Two projects, one discussion, and five different assignments were all due in a span of three days and you haven’t even started on some of them. You knew it was going to be a long week of sleepless nights. You were fine with it though, this is what you wanted anyways. Right? 

“Hey angel, do you want to go out to the theater and go to dinner after?” Logan asks as he walks into the kitchen area. 

“I would love to, Lo, but I really have to work on all of these assignments. They are all due pretty soon and I don’t have much done,” you sigh.

“Oh come on Y/n, you’ve been working extremely hard and you deserve a break. Please, for me?” 

“I deserve a break after I finish these. It is important that I finish these. Please just let me finish.” 

“Ok, how about we just go out to dinner and skip the movie?” 

“Logan, don't you understand that I’m tired and I just want to be alone so I can finish these assignments. God, you are so annoying. Just stop bothering me, please.” you abruptly say. Logan, who was taken back by your rude outburst, just looks at you before walking into your shared room. 

You couldn’t focus on your work after Logan left, all you could think about was the look on his face after you yelled at him. You were running on a few hours of sleep and you knew that wasn’t an excuse, you felt awful. 

Walking to the bedroom you gently knock on the door, “Lo, can I come in?” 

“Go work on your assignments, I don’t want to talk” he says muffled. Ignoring his comment, you walk into the room anyway. 

“I’m really sorry Logan. You aren’t annoying, it was a bad thing for me to say. I’m just really tired and overwhelmed so I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have.” The tiredness suddenly hits you like a train and emotions are running high. 

“I’m really sorry Lo. I did not mean it and I really feel awful. I’m so sorry” you say, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. 

“Come here Y/n. I know you didn’t mean it, I also know how serious you take your studies so I shouldn’t have really asked you to step away from it for some stupid movie,” Logan says while pulling you into his lap. 

Burying you head into his chest, you can feel more tears fall. “I’m sorry for getting your shirt all wet”. 

“It’s okay. How about we get some take-out and I will try to help you with some of your work?” 

“I would really love that Lo, thank you.”

And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

3- I read the comments

You knew that you would have to deal with all of Logan’s fans and others when you first started dating him. You knew that, you understood that, but what you couldn’t understand was the fact that they will scrutinize every single little detail about you. You didn’t understand why they didn’t do it to the other girlfriends, not that you wanted them to experience it, it just felt like you were singled out. Maybe the others did get all of this hate but they just hid it or covered it up well. That is something you would never be able to do. The comments were on your mind 24/7, it was all you could think about nowadays. 

Looking into the bathroom mirror, all you saw was the few stretch marks on your thighs and how much more you weighed compared to everyone else. Now you did not blame Logan for posting the picture of you two on a beach over the summer break. You blamed yourself. Why did you have to look like that? Why did you have to weigh what you did? Why did Logan date you and not someone skinnier? 

It was like a never ending spiral. Soon you were taking off your shirt to look at the ‘lumps’ on your stomach. Gently grabbing the skin, you pulled on it, imagining how much less you would weigh if you were to cut it off. Your eyes made it up to your boobs where some of the upper flesh was spilling out of the cups of your bra. ‘Tiger stripes’ were what Logan called them, you called them stretch marks and were embarrassed of them. Logan said that they were one of his favorite things about you, they were probably your least favorite thing about yourself. 

You didn’t even register the bathroom door opening until you made eye contact with Logan in the mirror. “What are you doing?” he asks as his eyes make their way over your breasts. 

“Oh, I was just- uhm, just…” you say, clearing your throat. 

“Doing what exactly?” 

“Do you ever read the comments on your Instagram posts?” you ask abruptly. 

“No not really, why?”

“Well I read the comments. Are you not embarrassed about me? To be seen with me? To post a picture of you beside a person like me?” 

“What are you talking about Y/n? I would never be embarrassed about you. I love you, don’t you know that?”

“Logan you shouldn’t be with someone who looks like a whale when they go to the beach or with someone who has stretch marks all over their body.” These were just two of the comments that seemed to run like a broken record in your mind. 

“What the hell? You look perfect, angel. In fact you are perfect Y/n. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. Whoever put those silly ideas in your head should be embarrassed and ashamed of themselves for saying such things about a beautiful person. Now let me show you how much I love you.”

You can feel a faint blush rise to your cheeks as you turn off the bathroom light off, leaving your discarded shirt laying on the floor, and the bad idea in the air. 

And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

+1- I crash and burn constantly

Another DNF in the books. Another podium for Oscar in the books. You felt torn between sickness and happiness. You felt awful for Logan as he wasn’t able to finish the race due to the bad conditions and felt sick to your stomach as his F1 career could be on the line, it was all he really dreamed about. But you felt happy for your long-time friend Oscar as he seems to be finding his spot within F1 with McLaren. 

You grab a water bottle on your way into Logan’s driver’s room. You don’t even knock. You just walk into the room and sit down on the couch. You look over to Logan and you don’t even dare to utter a word to him. You know he doesn’t want to talk about it so you don’t even bother with it. He looks up at you but quickly turns away and looks at his shoes resting in the corner of the room. 

Clearing his throat, he asks, “Did you go watch Oscar’s podium celebration?” 

“No” is all you say. 

“You should have. You should be out celebrating with him and Lily. Go and congratulate him, you shouldn’t be in here with me.” 

There was something just…off about him. “I doubt this would be the only opportunity to congratulate him.” 

“You’ll never get to congratulate me.” 

“You know that is not what I meant. I congratulate you after every race. There aren’t enough words to tell you how proud I am of you.” 

“You aren’t proud of me. You are proud of Oscar. You are just embarrassed of me. I’m lucky if I get to finish my race, let alone fight for a podium. I have been out-qualified by Alex every single damn time. I crash and burn everytime I get in that car and I’m fucking tired of it.” He lets out a shaky breath and runs his hands through his hair. “I’ll never be like Oscar, I’ll never be that ‘once in a generation talent’ and I don’t even have a chance at being the best rookie since Lewis. It’s too much pressure to even keep the car from hitting the wall,” he continues.

“I know I will never fully understand the pressure of being a F1 driver but I at least want to help. Help me understand what you are going through and we can work through this together. Please let me help you Logan, please,” you whisper. 

He walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to you, resting his head against your shoulder. You take a hold of his left hand and begin playing with his fingers. 

“I was fighting at the top with Oscar when all of a sudden I found myself being glad that I finished the race or even finishing P19 instead of P20 is a miracle. I just feel like I need to prove to everyone that I am capable of competing and having a seat in F1. I hate seeing how upset the mechanics get when I crash and the fact that they have to rebuild a whole damn car in a single night. And the memes and jokes, I hate seeing them. I know what a fucking kilometer is and I know that me and Oscar are now at total ends of the spectrum when it comes to results. It’s fucking hard to see everyone comparing me to him is those stupid videos.” Throughout his whole speech, you could hear multiple voice cracks. 

“Love, we all support you. Me, your family, your friends, the whole team, even Oscar supports you and only wants the best for you. Please believe that we are all so proud of you and what you have been able to accomplish.” You can feel a wet spot growing on your shoulder, when you look down you can see Logan trying to wipe his face. “It’s okay Lo, you will get the results that you want, you work so fucking hard and I know, with out a doubt, that you will achieve something great.” 

You kneel down infront of him and take his hands into your own. “Please trust me on that Logan, please.” 

“I trust you Y/n, 100%” 

And he breaks down, then I’m pullin’ him in. 

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They made quick work of getting everything ready to go, even if Robin whined the entire time. 

She didn’t fully accept her fate until they were in the parking lot, Steve’s sun glasses over her eyes as she gave Eddie a one armed hug, “Successful trip. Showstopper status confirmed.”

“Thanks,” Eddie laughed as she stumbled into the car, groaning all the while. He stepped around to the drivers side, leaning in the window as he smiled at Steve, “Guess I’ll see you later?”

“See you later,” Steve confirmed as he started the engine. Eddie couldn’t help but feel a bit sad at the noise, disappointed that they wouldn’t be driving together. Plus, a little worried on where he was going to end up considering Eddie was going to be a few hours behind. 

“Hey, Steve?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah?”

“You can um, go straight to my place,” Eddie said, sounding just as lame as he fucking felt. He was pretty sure he was blushing again, for no damn reason, “If you want! But you know where the spare key is, right?”

Despite the stupid embarrassment, Eddie couldn’t help but feel like he’d said that right thing. The bright smile suddenly stretching over Steve’s face was all the confirmation he needed, “I do. Want me to stay up for you?”

Eddie ignored the sharp scoff he heard from Robin at the question, chalking up to annoyance at having to be alive while hungover, “If you can?”

Steve grinned, “I can.”

“Ok, that’s enough,” Robin piped up next to him, an edge to her voice that Eddie didn’t quite understand, “We can leave now, yes? Then you two can continue the blueba-”

“That’s out queue to leave!” Steve said loudly, sending Robin a sharp glare. He glanced back at Eddie, still smiling but it was off. Not as nearly as happy as before, “See you in a few hours.”

Eddie nodded, stepping away as he watched them go. He could see Steve elbow Robin before they even made it on the street, sniping something at her that he couldn’t quite hear. He sighed, turning to make his way to his own van. 

Successful trip his ass.

He felt like shit. He was definitely a worse person than he was two days ago, that was for sure. But that didn’t mean he was going to skip out on saying good-bye to his friends.

Even if the goodbye consisted of twenty minutes of Gareth and Matt judging his life choices.

“Are you banging Robin?,” Gareth asked, the four of them circled together in Jeff’s living room, “Is that why you left? That's it isn't? Does Steve know?”

“For the last time, no”, Eddie groaned, “Stop asking me that!”

“Does…” Matt hesitated before leaning closer to him, lowering his voice, “Does it not work after the accident? Cause if it doesn’t we can shut the fuck up. Seriously-”

Eddie stared at him, “Dude.”

“I’m sorry, you don’t got to tell us-”

“My dick works you ass!” Eddie said, smacking him in the arm, “Excuse me for not wanting you two fumble a sure thing for once!”

“We did not fumble-” Gareth tried, right as Matt chimed in, “We kinda fumbled.”

“Okay, okay!” Jeff laughed, getting in the middle of it, “That’s enough. Let the guy leave already.”

“It was fun,” Eddie added, shoving his frustration to the side. He gave them both a hug, even if it was painfully tight. A slight revenge, “I’ll call y’all when I’m home.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Jeff said, leading Eddie by the arm.

“Sorry about that,” Jeff said the second they were out of earshot, “But you know how they can get.”

“I sure do,” Eddie sighed, bringing Jeff into a hug, “But it was still great seeing all of you.”

“You too man,” Jeff said, stopping him when Eddie went for the door. He put a hand on his shoulder, oddly serious when he said, “And Eddie? I just want you to know… you can tell me anything. Okay?”

Eddie blinked at him, “... okay?”

“Okay,” Jeff said, letting go. But Eddie could still feel his eyes on him as he crossed the threshold, “Hey, Eddie?”

Eddie turned, brow raised, “Yeah?”

“I think Steve’s a great guy,” Jeff said carefully, looking Eddie right in the eye, “He makes you happy. I like that.”

Eddie stared back at him, his throat suddenly dry. He didn’t like the way he as looking at him, he didn’t like what any of that implied. He swallowed, forcing out an awkward laugh, “I’ll be sure to tell him that.”

Jeff nodded before slipping back inside, leaving Eddie somehow even worse than before.

Just how obvious was he? If Jeff could see right through him, how much longer did he have before Steve could?

from the next chapter of this fic

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Contract Spouse Prologue

Prologue: The Phone Call

A/N: So I had this idea around the same time I thought of Sleepy Baby and I thought Sleepy Baby would be a one shot and I didn’t want to start anything that would be a series but here we are. Anywho, I’m kinda excited about this story. I even planned it out!

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)

Warning: None for this chapter, but probably angst in general.

Summary: Jake gets a phone call.

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“Who’s phone is that?” Phoenix looks down at the phone ringing on the table. The contact picture showed a young woman smiling widely. Bob and Rooster glance over from their game of pool. 

“Hangman’s,” Bob says, nodding to where the man in question was buying the next round at the bar. 

“Who’s Pip?” Phoenix held the phone up to show the others the picture and contact as the call went to voicemail.

“Hangman’s got a girl?” Rooster walks over suddenly interested. “Since when?”

“I don’t know,” Phoenix glances back at the phone in her hand. Hangman was more of the ‘hit it and quit it’ type. In all the years she’d known him he had never mentioned a relationship. “He’s only ever talked about his mother and sister.” The phone began to ring again, the same name and picture popping up again. 

“Answer it!” Rooster urges.

“Don’t answer it.” Bob insists, “It’s not your phone.”

“I’ll answer it,” Rooster makes a wild grab for the phone but Phoenix sticks her hand under his jaw, pushing his face away before hitting accept and putting the phone to her ear. Fanboy and Payback come over to separate the two.

“Hangman’s phone.”

Oh! hi,” the voice on the other side is soft and sounds nervous. “Umm, is Jake there?”

“He’s getting beers right now.” Phoenix answers.

“Ask her how she knows Hangman!” Rooster says excitedly, grabbing at the phone, “Ask her how she knows Hangman!” Phoenix smacks his hands away and covers her other ear, struggling to hear the voice on the phone over the noise of the bar.

“Can you ask Jake to call me back as soon as he can?” The woman is speaking quickly. “It’s important.”

“Can I tell him what this phone call is about?” Phoenix asks. “If I have something to tell him he might call sooner.”

“No, it's fine,” the voice raises several octaves. “Just tell him Pip called. He has my number, of course he has my number. I just called him, and he has it from before.” Nervous laughter carries through the speaker. “Just say Pip called and I have to talk to him, Ok, I’ll let you go….  It’s important, but not like life and death. But I need to talk to him soon. Ok, bye.”

The call disconnects and Phoenix looks at the phone frowning. “She sounded really nervous talking to me.” She glances up at the others who gathered around. “All she said was that she needed to talk to Hangman.”

They all look over to where Hangman had gotten sidetracked and was flirting with a pretty brunette at the bar. “Maybe she is one of his one night stands that he got pregnant.” Rooster guesses. Phoenix frowns, accidents happen but Hangman is not the type to make that kind of mistake.

“She could think you are competition and that's why she didn’t want to tell you who she was.” Fanboy offers. “Yo, what if she thinks you’re his wife?!” All the men oohed at that, excited about the prospect of drama.

“Then I would have answered, ‘Jake’s phone’ and not ‘Hangman’s phone’” Phoenix rolls her eyes when they look disappointed. She glances up to see Hangman making his way over a smug look on his face.

He hands out the beers he bought, “well I’m going to be leaving with that lovely lady there, so you guys behave yourselves and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He winks as he turns to grab his phone from the table. “Did you guys see my phone?” 

Phoenix holds the phone up. “Who’s Pip?” Hangman's face shifts from smug, to surprised, to a forced calm in a second but his shoulders are tight, betraying his true emotions. 

“Why?” his voice is clipped and he glances around suspiciously at the way everyone is gathered around looking at him. 

“She called, I answered,” Phoenix’s answer was flippant but she was watching for any tells over who the mystery woman is. “She said it was important that you called her back quickly.”

When Hangman goes to grab his phone from Phoenix, Rooster grabs it first and holds it back. “Who is she, Hangman?” Rooster is grinning, “our guess was that she was a one night stand that you knocked up.”

Hangman’s calm expression turns hard and he roughly grabs the phone out of Rooster's hand. “She’s not pregnant with my child.” he ground out before quickly walking out onto the deck before pressing the phone to his ear. Phoenix follows everyone else to the window to watch the phone call.

Hangman was standing on the deck in the cool night air, his tense shoulders relaxing after a moment of talking. He then begins to pace, clearly unnerved by what the woman is saying. “It's not good news.” Bob mutters. Phoenix nods in agreement. Hangman doesn’t get worked up. In all her years of knowing him she has never seen him agitated. It was one of the things that made him a good pilot. 

But one phone call, to a mystery woman that none of them had even heard of, has him pacing and running his free hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. She frowns at him slumping against the railing and absentmindedly nodding to what is being said on the phone. After speaking some more he hangs up and straightens, shooting them all a glare for not even hiding the fact that they were watching through the glass. Fanboy even waves back.

He walks back into the bar with his shoulders set and forestalls any questions with a brusque, “I’ve gotta go.” Hangman says as he walks back over to the brunette from earlier. Phoenix narrows her eyes as she watches the woman offer her phone for Hangman to enter his number and he shakes his head and declines before nodding politely and walking out the door.

“She was, like, a sure thing and he turned her down.” Fanboy is standing behind her. “Who is this Pip chick?” Phoenix just shrugs.

Coyote walks in a minute later. “What's up with Hangman, he literally ran into me in the parking lot and just took off.”

“He got a phone call from some woman named Pip who needed him.” Rooster pipes up.

Coyote’s jaw drops and he mumbles, “oh shit,” before trying and failing to school his face into not giving anything away.

“You know who she is.” Rooster scrambles around the pool table so he is in front of Coyote. “Come on, don't be shy, tell us everything.” His grin is eager and expectant. 

Coyote glances around at everyone watching him and shifts uneasily. “I’m not telling you shit, it's not my business to tell.”

“But you know who this Pip is?” Fanboy asks. “Who names their kid Pip, anyway?”

Coyote just shrugs. “It's not her real name. And if Hangman wants you to know more he will tell you himself.” 

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Let's Do It Together

Min Yoongi/Reader

Summary: With yoongi's shoulder being in a sling, it's hard to be intimate with each other. Yoongi finds a way round this... (based on when he had his surgery. I have no clue if he could remove the sling to sleep, but just go with it...)

Warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship, mutual masturbation, idol!au

Word Count: 1310 M.list

Yoongi had been struggling with his shoulder for years by this point, ever since he was in an accident when he was younger. Getting treatment was something he’d been debating for a while now, and you were so happy that he’d finally taken the plunge and gotten surgery.

After the surgery his left arm was in a sling and he would be out of commission for a while, until he healed up. Of course you were more than happy t give him any help that he needed.

‘Ah – Y/N don’t start something we can’t finish.’ You groaned from your position beside him, slightly crestfallen at his rejection. You removed your hand from the hem of his sleep shorts and crossed your arms with a pout. He laughed at your reaction, shaking his head slightly before looking back to his phone.

You were sitting together in bed, you on his right hand side since you couldn’t risk bumping against his left shoulder. You had been trying to initiate sex, but given that he shouldn’t be doing any strenuous activity with his shoulder, he didn’t want to risk making it worse.

‘You’re cute when you pout jagi.’

‘Don’t make fun of me. I’m horny!’ You cried out, desperation evident. He didn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction, other than the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. He didn’t turn to you, just focused on the email on his phone as he spoke.

‘Just do it yourself. I don’t mind.’ You snapped to look at him, mouth slightly hanging open. He wanted you to pleasure yourself next to him? Was he serious? You just kind of sat there, not really sure what to do. When he felt no movement beside him, he finally looked up from his phone and gave you a look as if to say, ‘well? Get to it.’

‘Ugh, I can’t do that with you watching, it’s embarrassing.’ You flopped down with a groan.

‘I’ve seen just about ever crevice of your naked body. In what world is it embarrassing?’ He scoffed at you.

‘It just is ok!’ You snapped, blushing intently. ‘Never mind, I can wait for you.’ You sighed in defeat, sitting up and reaching for you book which lay on the bedside table. Yoongi looked over your disappointed  face and he felt bad. He was also in need of a release and he missed being intimate with you, but he couldn’t risk more damage to his shoulder and being on leave for longer than he needed to be. Sex was out of the question, but maybe...

‘What if we did it together? Would you feel more comfortable then?’ That peaked your interest.

‘You mean like... Mutual masturbation?’ He nodded with a smile.

‘I’m horny too, so it’s not sex but at least we’d be next to each other.’ You relaxed and smiled back.

‘Yeah, let’s do it.’ With that, he tossed his phone onto the bed and lay down next to you, already palming himself through the thin material.

When he got comfortable, you threw your left leg over his right, and snuggled up as close as you could to him, shoulders pressed together. You shimmied your underwear down your legs and lifted your oversized sleep shirt so it could sit above your naked breasts. Yoongi did the same, though he kept his shirt in place, thanks to his sling. Even though he didn’t sleep in the contraption, he had yet to remove it for the night.

His arm bushed against yours as he as he took hold of himself, lazily stroking up and down. His hooded eyes looked over to you, inviting you in.

Your hand finally found your sensitive area and you let out a whimper of relief, finally relieving some of the built up pressure.

You couldn’t stop the moans that escaped you as you continued  to touch yourself. Yoongi’s laboured breathing filling your ears as your eyes shut tight. Yoongi was never particularly loud or vocal in bed , but the little grunts and moans that fell from his lips were enough to get you going.

Opening your eyes, you dared to look over to him and he was a sight. He was looking back over to you through half closed eyes, cheeks tinted red with heat as sharp breaths released from his lips.

Your eyes trailed down his body to his member. His right hand was working his length vigorously , the tip looking angry and red since it’s been a while since he’d been able to cum. You knew he was close when his hips started to buck up into his own hand, your own orgasm fast approaching as you rubbed at your sensitive clit.

‘Fuck I’m gonna cum soon.’ He hissed out, closing his eyes and throwing he head back as he did so.

You turned your head fully towards him, and placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder. That one small gesture was enough to push him over the edge, releasing himself all over his clothed  stomach.

‘Ah-Ah jagi!’ He fisted himself through his orgasm, shaking slightly before going limp next to you. You stopped and started at him for a second in his post orgasm bliss. His breathing was coming back to normal and his eyes remained closed as he came down. You still weren’t satisfied though, having not yet reached your own high, so you continued.

Once again, you closed your eyes and lay back against the pillow, hand coming to your breast to pinch your hard nub, whilst the other fondled your pussy.

The image of Yoongi cumming was still fresh in your mind, a beautiful image to get off to. He shifted slightly beside you, and you suddenly felt his warm hand come to rest gently on your thigh that was draped over his, squeezing softly. The gesture alone was innocent enough, yet it still made you shudder. A whole new wave of electricity ran through you, and you felt something bubbling between your legs.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak as your breathing increased, and your moans got more intense. Your whole body was shaking as you came undone, completely vulnerable next to him like this.

You had no idea that you had been that needy you thought, shaking slightly as you came down from your orgasm.

There was an intimate silence as the two of you lay next to each other, only the sounds of light breathing filling the air.

‘I don’t know about you, but I needed that.’ You said with a smile. Yoongi laughed as he put his arm around you, pulling you close.

‘Really? I couldn’t tell. It’s not like you’ve been trying to jump me all night!’

‘Don’t pretend you weren’t needy too!’ You gently slapped his chest. Your face scrunched up when you realised was covered in his own cum.

‘Ew, you’re all sticky.’

‘It’s gonna be a pain to change this.’ He sighed in annoyance as he sat up.

‘Here let me.’ You sat up next to him and began helping him to gently remove his sling.

‘Thank you jagi.’ He leaned in and kissed you when he was finally out of his sling and shirt.

‘I don’t know about you but I’m going to shower.’ You announced before pulling off your own shirt and disregarded it onto the floor, leaving you both now fully naked.

‘Of course I’m showering.’ He scoffed, offended that you would even suggest otherwise. He shuffled after you into the bathroom and kicked the door shut behind him.

As you tried to fall asleep that night, you couldn’t help but think about how intimate the whole thing had been for you. Sure the sex between you and Yoongi was great, but there was just something about being pressed against each other and just doing your own thing that was strangely erotic...

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It’s Never Silent in the Nursery

This story is fictional and meant for mature audiences only. All characters are 18+.

  CW: ABDL, DDL, Impact Play, Diapers, Wetting, Little POV

It’s Never Silent in the Nursery

I whimper as I hear Daddy come up behind me while I’m standing in the corner.  I hear him sigh with disappointment and the clink and rustle of his belt coming undone.

  “I’m sorry Daddy…”

  “Hush,” Daddy says sternly.  He gently grabs my arm and leads me to the bed, bending me over at the waist and pushing my face into the blankets.  He maneuvers my arms into position, with my hands resting on the small of my back.  “Keep them there, I don’t want to hit your fingers by accident.”

  I nod as I turn my head to lay on my cheek, just in time to see Daddy lay his belt down next to me.  I feel his hands around my waist, gently tugging my jeans down.

  “Step out.”

  I obey.  I feel Daddy’s hands at my waist again, this time wedging my pullup in between my buttcheeks, exposing as much flesh as possible.  His hands return to mine as he ensures my arms haven’t moved.  He leans forward and kisses the top of my head.

  “You know the drill, 20 spanks, then a break…Ok?” His hands move up to my back as he rubs my back soothingly.  “If you have a good enough apology, we end there… if not, 20 more.”

  I nod and immediately tense up as I hear him stand. The floorboards creak and his hand appears in front of me, grabbing the belt and holding it out for me.   

  “Kiss for comfort?” He asks.  I can almost hear the smile on his face as I pucker my lips and press them against the belt.  The smell of leather embeds itself in my mind, making me recall all the previous times I disappointed him.

  I am quickly dragged back to the present moment as I feel Daddy gently caress my thigh, right before hearing him wind up, the whistle of the belt, and the loud SMACK that precedes the jolt of pain and the recoil throughout my body.  

  I respond immediately, burying my face into the blankets on the bed, and whimpering intensely into them.  

  “Let’s work on your counting Babykins.  Can you count for me?” Daddy says from behind me. 

  “One” I say my voice still muffled by the blankets

  “I need to hear you.”

  I bring my head up to repeat myself, only for Daddy to take the opportunity to hear me cry out unmuffled.  I hear the belt whistle through the air again and make contact.  My reaction is uncontrollable.  I cry out “Aughhh! OWIE,” almost against my will. 

  I hear Daddy stifle a laugh, my childlike reaction causing him to briefly break the intensity of the scene.  Quickly recovering he asks me again, “How many was that?” 

  “Two” I say returning my head to its normal position with my face buried back in the blankets.

  The rest of the spanks carried on without much fanfare, with us carrying out our normal routine.  Halfway through Daddy gently takes my hand and I squeeze it, letting him know I am ok to continue.  With five to go Daddy slows down, giving me more time to recover.  The last two Daddy tells me to start thinking about my apology.  

  Then the last one.  Daddy loves taking his time on this one, letting me simmer with the stings of all the previous spanks still fresh on my mind.  With my head still buried in the blankets I do my best to try and deduce what he is planning next. 

  I hear him take a step forward and place his hand on the bed next to me.  I feel his lips on the back of my head as he kisses me, then stands up.  “Sit tight for me.  I’ll be back in a bit” 

  I hear Daddy’s footsteps go towards the door, then the sound of the door closing and the latch securing, locking me in.  For the first time since we started I relax.  I move my arms up to the bed next to me and unclench muscles that I didn’t realize were clenched.  

  I know better than to move from my position, but my curious mind was getting the better of me.  I tilt my head sideways again to see the belt laying next to me again.  I do my best to look around some more without moving that much, keeping my head down and my rear sticking out as instructed.  Unfortunately there was nothing within my eyeline to entertain me, leaving me alone with my thoughts.  

  I hear Daddy moving around in the other room, the clinking of a glass, then footsteps, then… silence.

  I strain my ears, eager to hear something else, some sort of indication of his presence… his return… but there is nothing.    

  It’s never silent in the Nursery.  

  I shudder as it hits me how quiet it actually is.  It’s never like this.  This space is usually brimming with the clink of my toys, gently droning of my cartoons, my giggles and Daddy’s reassurances.  But now simply lies enveloped in silence… and it’s incredibly overwhelming.  

  I shift my footing uncomfortably. The floor creaks under the change in pressure, the sound echoing like a gunshot, endlessly through the room.  Slowly I feel the tension in my ears growing.  I am longing to hear something…anything from the other room.  Any sign that my Daddy is returning, is present…is at least thinking of me?  

  Nothing…Until…

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  What is that? I think to myself as I strain my ears to hear again.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  The clock! I think to myself.  I can count the ticks! 

  I start counting, excited to have something to do.

  121…122…123… That got boring fast. I return back to looking around trying to find something to capture my attention.  Boredom setting in fast the pressure of the silence grows in my ears again.  

  And now there was another pressure starting to grow…

See, I had been out the night before, something that doesn’t happen often without Daddy because my shy little self usually can’t be dragged out of the house. But I had the chance to reconnect with some old friends, so I decided to go for it.

Unfortunately, I ended up being out way past my curfew, which normally, that wouldn’t be a problem if I’d just let Daddy know.  Instead, I made the brilliant decision to turn off my phone, not wanting to spoil the fun for myself and my friends.

Three hours after my curfew, I stumbled home half-drunk, only to find Daddy waiting for me… and he was not pleased.  He cleaned me up, stripped me of my going-out outfit, and locked me in my room with Advil, a large water bottle, and a pullup “Just in case.”

Tick…Tick…Tick…

  I eagerly listen for any sign of movement in the other room…but again…nothing

I start shifting around uncomfortably, hoping Daddy would come back soon and tell me what to do.  I whimper as even my movements weren’t helping the pressure on my bladder.

I start to panic some more, the growing urge to go setting off alarm bells in my head..  

“…Daddy?” I whisper into the silence.

  I hear a *whirr* behind me. The Nanny Cam! I hear a *click* as it locks into position

  “Yes?” I hear Daddy’s voice, mechanized by the nanny cams speaker.

  “I…Uh…Hafta pee Daddy!” I say hopefully.

  I hear the camera whirr and click again, then silence.

  “Daddy…?”

  Nothing.  No movement, no footsteps, nothing.  

  It’s never silent in the nursery.  

  I whimper again, almost as if to provide myself with some comfort from the silence as it sets back in. 

  Still in the agonizing position daddy put me in, I start gently releasing my pee into the pullup, hoping it won’t overflow. 

  The gentle hissing noise slowly fills the room, pushing away the silence slightly.

  Tick…Hiss…Tick…Hiss…Tick…Hiss

  My confidence grows as time goes on, but eventually my control gives way, the full contents of my bladder flowing torrentially into my pullup…down my leg…onto the floor.

  Hissssssssssss….drip…drip…drip

  Eventually, what feels like after an eternity, the stream of water down my leg slows to a as the last of the pee drips from my leg.  

  The silence returns, accented by the tick of the clock and the drips of my pee.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “Daddy?” I whisper again anxiously. 

  Whirrrrrrr…Click…

  “…Yes?” The mechanized voice says again.

  “I…uh…had an accident”

  A sigh comes through the speaker.

  “And..?” The voice says

  “andddddd…Uhh…I love you Daddy!” I whisper, not sure what else to say. 

  More silence follows.

  “And…I’m sorry I stayed out too late…and didn’t check in with you…and for turning off my phone so you couldn’t track me…and for calling an uber instead of you to pick me up…and for drinking too much with my friends..and for being bratty when I got back…and for telling you you are a horrible daddy…and…and…and…” I babble on and on until I hear the click of the door open behind me.

  I quickly straighten up, moving my arms back, head forward, and sticking my rear end out again.

  I hear Daddy slowly walk over to me and feel the bed dip down.  I turn my head to see him sitting next to me.  He puts his hand on my cheek.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “It’s ok Babykins,” He whispers, comforting me “I know you weren’t thinking straight last night.”

  I start to stand up straight only for him to put his hand on my back to keep me pinned down.

  “No no no,” Daddy murmurs quietly.  “You still have at least one more spank little one.  And I don’t want you spreading your mess all over the place” 

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  I look anxiously at him as he gets back up, He lowers the belt to my lips once more.

  “Kiss for comfort?” 

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

I pucker my lips again and brace for the last hit, knowing Daddy won’t hold back with this being the final one. 

  “Ok Daddy, I’m ready,” I whisper quietly

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  Daddy repositions himself behind me and gently grazes my thighs with the belt, before bringing the belt down a final time.

  Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip… SMACK.

  The sound fills the room, breaking the silent tension that had been building since he left.  My cry echos in response, because as predicted, he did not hold back.  

  @#$%!…Mmph…Nnh…Tick drip…Tick drip…Tick drip…

  “…20” I whimper out painfully, my pain muffled by the blankets.  

  The simmering of my rear end had left me very sensitive, with the welts and bruises forming from the previous nineteen spanks making everything nice and tender. Immediately feel Daddy’s hand is back in mine, squeezing it, making sure I’m ok.  I squeeze back.

  “Ok Babykins that’s it,” Daddy says soothingly,” I think you learned your lesson,” He places his belt down next to me and gently removes my arms from my back while helping me stand up straight.  “Stay here, I’ll go get the towels,”  he says, leaving the room to gather the necessary supplies.

  Alone again, but this time, the atmosphere had changed.  I look down at the puddle I made, seeing how far it had spread across the floor.  

  My eyes then make contact with the mirror.  I turn my rear end towards it trying to see the extent of the damage.  I let out a slight grin as I see the welts and bruises starting to form.  As much as the spankings hurt, I do like how well they show up on my skin.

  My eyes then move over to my desk, where my new lego set lays half built, having been interrupted by my antics the night before.  

  My eyes then move to the doorway, left open by Daddy.  I see him closing the hall closet, with a towel thrown over his shoulder, my favorite stuffie tucked under his arm, and a cup of hot chocolate in his hand.  A warmth spreads through my chest as I know that Daddy was thinking about how to comfort me, even as he was punishing me.  

  Daddy comes back in and sees me smiling.  He looks curiously at me.

  “What’s up Babykins?” He says, setting down the cup of hot chocolate on the table and handing my stuffie to me.

  “Nothing.  Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a Daddy like you.” I say sweetly, beaming up at him, eagerly grabbing my stuffie and pulling it close to my chest.

  “Awww,” he smiles back, kissing me on the cheek in response. He gently tears my soggy pullup and starts to clean me up. 

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  Daddy grabs a fresh pullup from my closet and sits down on the bed, holding it open for me.  “Step in,” He says, his eyes warmly meeting mine.

  I meet his gaze, I lift my foot and step in, letting him raise the pull up into position.  I can’t help but smile a little more as he helps adjust it around my waist.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

I playfully run around the room, testing the fit, causing Daddy to chuckle.  “I think this might be some of your best work yet Daddy” I say, running back to show him the marks.

“Oh yeah?” He says spinning me around for a better look. “Hmmm you might be right.  This one will bruise nicely” He says pressing down on it with his thumb.

  “Hey hey hey!” I say wiggling away from him. “Stop it!”

  “Nuh-uh.  Come here.” He says grabbing my arm as I try to escape.  He pulls me onto the bed with him.  I happily settle next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence surrounding me.  

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  “…did you really say owie?  Like was that on purpose or a reflex?”

  I blush and nod, my head still resting on his shoulder. “…I’ll leave it up to your imagination…”

  He chuckles again, putting his arm around me and resting his head on mine.

  Tick…Tick…Tick…

  “…I actually am sorry.  It was stupid for me not to text you back.  I can understand how worried you were.” I whisper quietly after a bit.  

  Daddy says nothing at first, but pulls me further onto the bed so we are both comfortably laying down, my head resting on his chest, his arms tightly around me.  

  “I know sweetie,” He says, “Just tell me next time, ok?  I just want to know you are safe.”

  I nod, wrapping my arms around my stuffie, holding him the same way Daddy holds me.

  Tick…Pum-pum…Tick…Pum-pum…Tick…Pum-pum…

  Daddy’s heartbeat rhythmically playing with the tick of the clock.  The gentle rise of his chest comforting me as I feel his breath against my head, hear it run through my hair, brush past my ear.

  Tick…Pum-pum-woosh…Tick…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…

  I close my eyes, embracing my tiredness leftover from the night before.  I slowly feel myself drifting off to sleep.

  Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…Pum-pum-woosh…

It’s never silent in the Nursery when Daddy’s around.   

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

For the romantic dialogue prompt 11. “Don’t make me say it. I can’t say the words.” Nat is in love with reader but doesn’t want to say it because she doesn’t think reader will feel the same/she’s insecure and doesn’t think she deserves reader. Ofc reader loves Nat (who wouldn’t?) and they get together and live happily ever after. lots of hurt/comfort

Authors note: sorry its so late, but I hope you enjoy it!

Authors note 2.0: requests are still closed. I’m trying to clear my inbox before opening them again. Thank you for your patience 💖

Word count: 3251 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

 Natashas heart hammers in her chest as she runs down the compound's various hallways. The quinjet landed only minutes ago so she's racing to make it to the med bay where she knows the team, and therefore you will be.

   As she enters through the double doors the sound of Peter sniffling coupled with the crestfallen looks on Tony and Clints faces tell her all her worst fears are coming true, and she almost doesn’t want to face that. But she knows she has to. If not for herself, then for you. She can be strong for you.

   “How- how is she?” 

   Tony lowers his gaze, “Not good. She got hit really hard out there.”

   “We honestly didn’t think we’d get her back in time. She's very lucky.” Clint admits, looking at Nat in a way the billionaire had never seen before. If he had to describe it he’d say it  was a mix of stern disappointment yet hopeful encouragement. How a person can combine those looks is beyond him, but he's sure it's some sort of signal. A way for the two spies to communicate without words like they so often do.

   “Y/ns strong.” the redhead proclaims, trying to calm herself, “She’ll be ok.”

   Clint looks away from her then too and she can feel her stomach drop and her mouth go dry at his lack of agreement and comfort. She swallows harshly, desperate to keep her tears at bay. If she doesn't cry then she can act like this doesn’t affect her, like none of this is really happening. You aren’t in some operating room right now hanging on against the odds, fighting for your life. She's not head over heels in love with you, desperate to be yours and be by your side forever…But you are, and she is.

   She very much is, and right now she can’t help but feel like an absolute moron. Despite her fears and insecurities she should have risked it. Maybe then she would have had time with you. To hold you, to cherish and love you and get the same from you in return. But now…no, no she can’t think like that. You’ll be ok. You have to be, because if you're not, then she won’t be. 

   “I’m so sorry Miss Romanoff” Peter whimpers, and her head swivels to look at him, “I really messed up. Y/ns hurt because of me….I’m so so sorry”

   Natasha doesn’t know what happened out there, but she knows your affinity for the boy, how you became attached to him nearly the second Tony brought him in. So much so that your protectiveness for him rivals the fatherly instincts the billionaire himself has for the young hero. And she knows Peter, she's been training him, so she knows him better than he even thinks she does. He doesn’t always watch his six and he would never hurt a teammate on purpose, least of all you. This was an accident. Sometimes missions just went wrong, it wasn’t anyone's fault but the enemies and she knows you wouldn’t want Peter to be blaming himself for this.

    “Malen'kiy pauk(little spider), Y/n would do anything to keep you safe. Whatever happened was not your fault, because you've done nothing wrong.” 

   Faster than humanly possible Peter launches himself into her arms, and as his head comes to rest against her shoulder she finally lets her resolve crumble. Hot tears run down her cheeks faster than she ever thought imaginable, and she hopes Peter can't feel the sheer volume that's landing against his neck, though she knows he wouldn't say anything about it even if he did.

   “She's hurt really bad” Peter whimpers out through his sobs, “She might be dying”

   Natasha desperately shakes her head, “No. She'll pull through.”

   A few moments of silence pass before she's brave enough to speak again, “She…she’ll pull through. She has to. I- I need her to be ok.”

   Finally Clint comes over and wraps his arms around the two of them. He knows by the way Natasha trembles that she’s close to her absolute breaking point. And he's not sure that she’d be comfortable being that vulnerable in front of Tony and Peter, even if the genius absolutely knew about the not so secret pining. And of course the teen had his own suspicions. Nat was secretive when it came to emotions, and she had her reasons to be. So he’ll do what he can to help her keep some comfort.

   She clutches onto the archers shirt as if it were her lifeline, and he tentatively squeezes her shoulder to prove he's there for her. He’ll be her rock whenever she needs him to be, it's been this way since she opened up to him all those years ago and he’ll happily let it stay that way until the very end. He considers it an honor that she trusts him enough to let him see this perceived weaker version of herself.

    “Tell me she'll pull through Clint, please.”  

   He sighs, the answer won’t be what she wants to hear and it will break her further, but he owes the truth to her. He can’t give her false hope. She needs to be prepared. “I wish I could Nat, truly. But she really was in a really bad state when we got her here. If Tony hadn’t flown her here from the quinjet I don’t know if she would have been breathing”

   Sure enough a sob escapes her, and her trembling only worsens as Peter all but collapses against her. Clint holds them up to the best of his ability while sparing an urgent glance in Tony's direction. The older man quickly makes his way over to the three and gently loops his arms under Peters.

   “C'mon kid. I got ya. Let's get you sitting down, alright?” 

   Peter only manages to nod as Tony walks away with him, leading him back to where he’d first been sat. Natasha allows Clint to fully envelope her in his embrace then, and she finds the guilt of all the possibilities that could have been between the two of you is crashing down on her shoulders with the weight of cinder blocks.

   “I never told her” she whispers into his chest, and he doesn’t ask for clarification because he knows all too well what she means. He'd been trying to convince her to admit her feelings for years now, “I need more time…I just wasn’t ready, but I should have pushed myself. I should have found a way to make her understand even if I can’t say the words.”

   He pulls back from her, places his hands on both her shoulders and looks her dead in the eyes, “Then Natasha, if she makes it through this, that's exactly what you do, ok? You march in there and you do whatever you have to to get your chance.”

   Her lower lip quivers, “B- but what do I do if she doesn’t? What if…what if I never get my chance because I was a coward?”

   “Oh honey” he coos, pulling her back into a hug, “You were scared. Scared to be loved and to be vulnerable. Scared Y/n wouldn't feel the same. Scared that you wouldn’t know what to do. Scared you didn’t deserve her. And all these are normal feelings somebody has in this kinda situation. Unfortunately the circumstances of your past made those fears even worse for you, that doesn’t make you a coward.”

   She looks at him, tears streaming down her reddened face with her lower lip trembling. His heart sinks in his chest seeing her like this. So open and with her feelings, so scared to lose you. He gently wipes her cheeks with his calloused thumbs, “You're the strongest and bravest person I know Nat.”

   “I second that statement” Tony speaks up from next to the teen, “And I’m lab partners with the Hulk so i know a thing or two about strength.”

   His reply gets a small twitch of her lip and roll of her eyes in response, and he knows that with the way she feels right now that those actions were worth more than a Hollywood actor's showstopping grin. And the fact that he was able to gain that response makes him beam with pride. He cheered her up, if only just a tiny smidge, but he’d gladly take it.

   Before anything else can be said by anyone the med bays main doors open, and a doctor steps through. Natashas attention is on him at once, and she quickly approaches, “Is Y/n- er, Agent Y/l/n alright?”

   “We’ve got her stable now. It was touch and go there for a bit. Her heart stopped on us once but- ”  That's all she registers beforese zones out of the conversation. The same words playing on repeat are all she can focus on.  Her heart stopped. 

   You had died. If anything had happened to slow the quinjet down and keep it from bringing you in then the doctors wouldn't have been there to revive you, and instead of worrying in the med bay she would have been mourning your loss at the landing platform. And that fact terrifies her.

   She isn’t even aware that she zoned out for as long as she had until Tony's hand grasps her shoulder, “Nat?”

  “W- what?” she stutters, blinking her previous thoughts away while looking around, “I’m sorry”

   The doctor nods in understanding, “It’s alright. Agent Y/l/n was successfully resuscitated and though she's currently stable she's still in critical condition. She's still sedated, so that coupled with her original trauma will most likely keep her unconscious for at least the rest of today and potentially into tomorrow.”

   “But she’ll be ok, right?” she asks, needing to hear something hopeful

   “I'm afraid it’s still too early to tell. For now all we can do is wait and see if she makes it through the night. But if she wakes we can properly assess her.”

  The Russian can feel her chest tighten, “If…if she wakes? I don’t understand?”

   “She acquired a lot of head trauma. Alone that trauma is enough to potentially keep her comatose, but when you add in the use of anesthesia that risk becomes even higher.” he explains, “Now normally we wouldn’t have used any, but with her multiple stab wounds we were left with no other options.” 

   Her lower lip trembles as she swallows the lump in her throat, “Can I see her? Please?”

  He nods, “Follow me”

   When she arrives in your room a feeling of nausea fills her. The room is dull, with its lights dimmed and blinds closed but she can still see you clearly. Your skin is paler than normal, lacking its usual glow and she can already see the swelling and bruising settling in on your face, arms and collarbone. The steady beating of the heart monitor is the only noise that fills the small room, and while normally such a noise would put her on edge she finds it calms her this time, because it tells her that you're still here. You're alive.

   Tears roll down her cheeks as her hand makes its way to yours, “Y/n, I...I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m here. I’m right here dorogoy(sweetheart), so please don’t go anywhere.”

   As the hours pass by she continues to sit with you, she's too afraid to leave your side or let you out of her sight. She worries that if she allows either of those things, then the worst will happen to you. Which rationally she knows is ridiculous, her presence and vigilante watch wouldn’t be enough to stop death from taking you if that's truly what was in store for you. But still, being here with you gives her some small comfort and right now she needs all the comfort she can get. 

   At some point she had fallen asleep, it had been rather restless as she didn’t want to risk sleeping through anything that may occur, so she forced herself to stay out of her REM cycle. So what little rest she did manage couldn’t even be classified as such really, but it did end up working the way she intended it to. 

   The faint beeping that she'd become accustomed to suddenly picks up in speed slightly, and her eyes immediately shoot open. She quickly scans the machine to make sure it wasn't malfunctioning and once satisfied they move to you. Nothing appears different, at least not in a bad way. Your skin seems to have gained back a bit more of its natural color and though this relieves her she's still uncertain about your heart rate. Before she can worry any more, a nurse enters.

   “What's going on? Is she ok?”

   The nurse smiles kindly at her while checking your chart, “She's doing just fine Agent Romanoff, the slight increase in heart rate is a good thing. It means she's trying to wake up”

   Natasha can’t hide the excitement that takes over her features, and she grabs your hand once more, “Pozhaluysta, vernis' ko mne. Ty mne nuzhen zdes'(Please come back to me. I need you here.)”

   As if hearing, and understanding, her whispered words, your eyelids begin to flutter and though the room is nearly completely dark you still groan at the way the light affects your sensitive eyes. Sensitive or not though there's no mistaking that bright red hair, or who it belongs to. Even if her form is a bit blurry.

   “Uggh…Nat?” you rasp out, and she immediately moves closer

   “I’m right here” she responds, hoping you don’t notice the tears rolling down her cheeks, “How are you feeling?”

   “Like shit”  

   Your honest reply pulls a laugh from her and she gently squeezes your hand as the nurse walks over to your other side to begin checking you over. Once she's done with her various tests and writing notes in her chart she leaves the room, leaving you alone with the Russian you've come to love. Your eyes glance at your hand to see that your suspicions are correct, the weight you feel in your hand is indeed her own. You gently squeeze it before allowing your gaze to meet hers.

   “You've been crying” you state, allowing your free hand to brush against her reddened cheek. The way she nuzzles her face into your palm takes you by surprise, but you allow to seek comfort this way and cup her cheek. You watch in awe as her whole body relaxes at this embrace

   “I thought…I thought I was going to lose you” she admits in a whisper and her lower lip trembles as she closes her eyes. Despite this another tear slips down her face, but you quickly brush it away. A small whimper leaves her at this gesture, and she leans further into your hand

   And that's when things start to click. Sure, you've had your suspicions that the Russian spy had feelings for you, but she's so closed off to emotions that it's hard to get an accurate read on her. If you were reading too much into her friendship and just projecting your own feelings you didn’t want to make things awkward by confessing your love for her, so you stayed quiet. Those suspicions never quite went away though. And now yearn to know if there's any validation to your thoughts.

   “Nat, I- ” you start to talk but she cuts you off with a shake of her head

   “No Y/n, you don’t understand. When you got here, your heart stopped. You….you died” she trembles slightly, “And you never would have known…”

   You look at her softly, the weight of what she said sinking in. You knew the dangers of this job when you took it, still you're glad to be alive and you can’t help but feel guilty for what Natasha has gone through since you decided to throw caution to the wind and blow your own cover in a means to get attention away from a stuttering and fumbling Peter that had just raised suspicion by admitting to be a Stark Industries intern. 

   “What wouldn’t I have known?”

   She thought that by now, after everything she'd be able to get those three words out, but when she tries her throat goes impossibly dry and her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. 

   “I-  I…” she huffs, “Don’t make me say it. I can’t say the words.”

  You smile at her sympathetically, “How about you show me then? Think you can do that?”

   She eagerly nods her head, desperate to prove to you how much she cares. She moves even closer and you remove your hand from her face to give her full freedom of movement. She removes her hand from yours and gently cups your face. Her thumb brushes over a small bruise while her other hand tucks a stray hair behind your ear, and her eyes swim with a multitude of emotions as they take in your appearance close up. She takes one last deep breath and surges forward, allowing her lips to meet yours.

   It's sloppy, full of desperation and tears, but it's also full of other things too. Regret, fear, and most importantly, love. She finds she needs air far too quickly for her liking so she relents in breaking the kiss. She doesn't move away though, instead she rests her forehead against yours and lets her nose bump yours too. You melt against her, grateful for her open show of affection, her way of saying she loves you without having to actually say it. That will come when she's ready, and you won’t push.

   “I love you too Natasha”

   She gives you a wide watery smile, gratefully that you not only understood her gesture but that you felt the same way she does. She carefully and quickly crawls into the bed next to you and gently wraps an arm around you as she buries her face against your neck.

   “I was so scared” she admits as your own arm wraps around her waist

   “I can imagine. But I’m ok, Natty. I’m here and I’ve got you.”

   She sniffles, “You promise?”

   You tighten your hold on her and plant a kiss to the top of her head, “I promise”

   She nods against you but you can tell she's still not fully at ease. To help calm her fears you take the hand that's around your waist and place it on your chest. She can feel each strong beat of the muscle under your sternum and it's only then that she relaxes against you.

   “You're ok” she says, more to herself than you

   “Mhm, I’m ok” you reply, “Great actually, now that I have you”

   She moves her face away from your neck to look at you with a softness you've never seen before but know is only reserved only for you, “You mean that?”

   “Of course I do. This is all I’ve ever wanted, you're all I ever wanted.” She smiles widely before settling against you once more, kissing your collarbone affectionately and you somehow know what that means, “Love you too Natty, love you too.”

   By the time Clint comes to check in he finds you both fast asleep, intertwined with each other in the small hospital bed, and he happily smiles because you were ok, and now all was as it should be. 

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[slayfics]

Obanai reacts to finding out you self harm.

Warnings: Self harm | dark themes

Song: And I Love Her by Kurt Cobain

You were surprised by the knock on the door and the immediate entrance of Obanai stomping inside.

“So this is where you’ve been!” He exclaimed. “What happened, did you forget about dinner today?”

Your mind has been a clouded mess recently. You felt like you shrunk even further into yourself realizing you disappointed the one person you cared about most.

“Iguro I’m so sorry- I totally forgot-“ you stammered.

Obanai instantly realized something was wrong. Your demeanor, slumped shoulders, misty eyes. Not to mention you had the best memory of anyone he knew.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I just have a lot on my mind I guess-“ you said moving your hand to touch your forehead. That’s when Obanai noticed something that conceded him even more.

“How did you get that?? Was it a demon?! WHERE IS IT?!” He said furious at the sight of your injury.

“No- Iguro it’s fine, I’m fine.” You said trying to change the subject.

“Tell me right now! Is it dead?? If not, it’s about to be!” He continued to rage.

“It wasn’t a demon, calm down-“ you tried again, but Obanai was relentless.

“WAS IT A CORPS MEMBER?? WHO!? TELL ME WHO!” His anger only intensified.

“Iguro no-“

“I DON’T EVEN CARE IF IT WAS AN ACCIDENT WHO DID IT-“

“I DID!” You finally yelled back at the Hashira. Tears escaped you immediately following your confession. Obanai took a step back suddenly confused with what to do with all his anger. “I did it! So, if you’re going to be mad at someone, be mad at me!” You yelled out in between sobs.

Stunned, Obanai wrapped his arms around you and brought you into an embrace. You collapsed into his embrace bringing you both down to the floor. Obanai pulled you into his lap where you continued to sob in the crook of his neck.

“What’s going on?” He asked, rubbing your back gently. You protested and shook your head. The weight felt like too much to speak into existence. “You can talk to me,” he encouraged.

“I- I- I keep making mistakes-“ you sobbed.

“Yeah... that’s ok… that’s part of being human.” He attempted to comfort you.

“No- everywhere I go I keep messing up. I make things harder for everyone. It’s better if I just stay to myself.”

“I don’t think anyone would agree with that-“ Obanai said feeling his own tears come at hearing your pain. He traced your injury lightly with his thumb. “How does this comfort you?” He asked, trying to understand.

“It’s so loud- and then I can’t breath- it’s so hard I can’t stop it. All the thoughts are so painful and then…” you sobbed rubbing your swollen eyes. “When I- when I…” you looked down at your injury. “When I do this- the thoughts stop and I’m only focused on the physical pain. I can finally catch my breath.”

Obanai sat in silence with you for a while processing your statement. Slowly he brought your arm closer to him, kissing your injury through his bandages. The Hashira’s affection caused your tears to subside.

“I see… sometimes your thoughts are very painful and this helps to bring you back to your senses.” He stated.

You looked up at the Hashira seeing no judgment in his eyes, only concern and affection. “Yeah… that’s exactly it, Iguro.” You mumbled. You never expected someone to understand so thoroughly.

“Could you… could you try something else for me next time?” He asked gently.

“What do you mean?”

“We’ll if it’s a shock to bring you back to reality you need… could you try a splash of freezing water instead.” He suggested. You rested your head back in the crook of his neck and nodded slightly. “You can always send me a crow, I’ll come as quickly as I can. We can talk these thoughts out. However I can help, you know you can always come to me.” He continued.

“I can’t lean on you forever, Iguro.” You mumbled into his neck.

“Yes you can,” he argued. “Do you know how many countless times you have helped me?”

“That’s ridiculous you’re one of the strongest Hashira’s there’s isn’t anything you need my help with.” You responded dryly.

“You’re wrong,” Obanai said, gently moving to take the bandages off his face. “You helped me not be ashamed of my own appearance.”

“You didn’t need me for that, you’re beautiful Iguro.” You said tracing the scars on his face.

“See you’re doing it now,” he said, eyes becoming misty. “I never thought that before- but because of you- I don’t hate myself as strongly as I used to.” He explained.

“There was never any reason to hate yourself Iguro-“

“Yes and I feel that way for you, you see we help each other.”

You felt your eyes begin to tear up again at realizing the point Obanai was making. “I see Iguro.”

“Good, so please whenever you need me I will be here.” He said and placed his hand on the back of your head bringing you up into a gentle kiss. “Promise?” He asked when parting his lips from yours

“Yes, I promise.”

Just a disclaimer: I am ok and healthy. I just had this angst on my mind for awhile now.

Here are some resources below for anyone that might be struggling.

International Crisis Hotlines

[whyse7vn]

FOREVER 24 -

[ot7 x reader]

NAMKOOK MONTH!!

8 participants - 8 online

———————————

jin: namjoon be honest are you bald by choice?

namjoon: yes

yoongi: pretty shit choice

jk: namjoons bald?

tae: cancer :/

jk: OMG???

y/n: that’s not funny tae

tae: not cancer

jk: oh…

jimin: why do you sound disappointed

namjoon: why wouldn’t it be by choice

yoongi: cuz it’s a shit choice idk

jin: was wondering if tae shaved ur hair off by accident or something

namjoon: why would that ever happen

jk: why would you choose to be bald?

namjoon: it’s hot

y/n: hot as HELL

hobi: drop it like hot

namjoon: i hate summer

y/n: wait

jimin: we’re talking about temperature btw

hobi: not the seventeen song?

y/n: not namjoon?

tae: i’d get him pregnant if i could

y/n: 🙏🏽

jin: what

tae: i’m a man full of love

yoongi: full of shit

tae: some say i over love actually

i overlove

i overthink

i overfeel

❤️

jimin: you underbathe

jk: i love to bathe

hobi: it doesn’t show

y/n: i have to dress jungkook everyday so he doesn’t embarrass me

jin: that’s sad

yoongi: why would the way he dress effect you

y/n: we live in the same house if i let him dress himself some people might suspect child neglect

jk: neglect

namjoon: the worst part about it is that you let her jungkook

tae: what have i told you about standing up for yourself kookie

jk: i enjoy it actually

tae: stop talking

you can’t keep embarrassing me like this

jk: i’m sorry

tae: if you were sorry you would change

jk: i will change

for you i’ll always change

jimin: get a room?

hobi: is it not jungkooks birthday today?

jk: happy birthday 🎂 💜

oh that’s me lmao

jin: idiot

y/n: it’s tomorrow

jk: when she knows ur birthday 😍

tae: when’s mine lol

namjoon: are we having a party?

yoongi: not coming

jimin: let’s have it at yoongi’s place

yoongi: what

can you not read??

y/n: we can have a sleepover party!!!!

that would be so cute

tae: super cute!!

it would also be cute if you told me when my birthday was loool

jin: give up

i’ll bring drinks

namjoon: i can do snacks

jimin: NO YOU WONT

last time you were on snacks you brought us a whole load of plant based crackers

hobi: i can be snack man

y/n: i can decorate yoongi’s place a bit before

yoongi: wtf is wrong with you all

when i don’t open the door to any of you

y/n: i have a key?

yoongi: you do?

y/n: don’t act like you didn’t know

yoongi: idk what ur talking about

that’s pretty scary actually

jimin: get a room pt 2?

tae: let me in the room lol

when was i born @y/n

jk: all of this for me 🥺🥺

jimin: don’t flatter urself i just want to drink

hobi: what about a cake??

namjoon: i can get one

tae: you can just say the month i was born forget the date lmao

jin: how old is he turning?

jk: 26

jimin: 25???

hobi: i thought he was 23?

namjoon: i think it’s 24

yoongi: 1

y/n: he’s been 24 for like 5 years in a row

jin: somone google it

actually nvm i don’t care enough

namjoon just gonna put 24 on the cake

jk: is it a surprise party?

yoongi: are you stupid?

jimin: yes now close ur eyes ok?

jk: ok

hobi: there’s no way

y/n: jungkook…

yoongi: he is stupid

tae: i’ll give you a hint it ends in ember

namjoon: tae shut up

y/n go tell jungkook to open his eyes

jimin: here comes the fun police guys

y/n: sir yes sir 🫡

tae: lol i’m into that

hobi: tae got a really round head

tae: WTF NO I DONT

my head is perfect

jin: no because i was thinking the same thing it’s BIG as hell too

tae: ur wrong

if anything

yoongi’s head is CRAZY ngl

yoongi: why the fuck did you word it like that

y/n: yoongi and tae fucking omg???

jk: plot twist

jin: look who opened his eyes

jk: it’s me lol

he’s talking about me

cuz my eyes were closed

jimin: we know

hobi: open your eyes - 7th sense nct u

y/n: neo got my back 💚

tae: whose neo why is he touching ur back

is this consensual???

can he fight??

namjoon: you all are getting to old to be acting like this still

hobi: wdym jungkook is only 24?

jimin: maybe he’s talking about jin

jin: BACK OFF NAMJOON UR BALD

namjoon: i’m so tried

jk: i bet ironman is tired rn

yoongi: didn’t he die??

jk: you can be tired in heaven as well yoongi

jimin: beyoncé probably tired rn but she still looks pretty what’s ur excuse namjoon

hobi: bald people can’t be pretty

tae: about to cook guys wish me luck

yoongi: kys

tae: what

jk: keep yourself safe?

yoongi: kill yourself

tae: i’m gonna ignore you

y/n: jungkook shake ass on tiktok

jimin: ew

jk: ok

jin: you literally have no backbone jungkook

jk: ummm yes i do

i am no worm

namjoon: 😕

hobi: if she told you to jump off a cliff would you

yoongi: pls

jk: who

y/n: jungkook jump off a cliff

jk: what cliff

where is it

i’ll do it

jimin: not surprised

hobi: i think every year he decreases in age

jin: that makes a lot of sense

tae: i just deep fired an apple

y/n: why

tae: stay tf out my business

y/n: i hope you never see happiness

namjoon: what time is the party btw?

yoongi: never

jk: happy birthday 💜

hobi: we ride out at dawn

tae: should i bring deep fired apples

jin: i don’t even fuck with you all i won’t lie

y/n: do you think nct will perform for us

tae: sausage fest woah

yoongi: there is something really fucking wrong with you

tae: me and ur mother be fucking lol

yoongi: he’s not invited

someone kick him

nvm i’ll do it

yoongi kicked tae from "namkook month!!"

jk: do you think fish get lonely when they’re alone

jin: you think fish have kinks?

hobi: what if fish were behind the titanic crash

jk: what if they were in front of it

y/n: wow that’s insane

jk: ikr sometimes you have to think outside the box

jimin: you think outside the box constantly!

hobi: bro thinks outside the triangle 💀💀

jin: what does that even mean

jk: thanks guys!!!

namjoon: i asked a question

y/n: are we in school rn?

jin: yk i love a good bit of role play 🙈

yoongi: isn’t it better without him

jin: who’s him?

yoongi: exactly

jimin: i’m him

y/n: i could throw up

jk: do you know the muffin man?

namjoon: can we decide on a time pls

jk: OMG

what if we all just show up and see if we’re all in sync with each other

namjoon: that’s stupid

yoongi: i agree i’m not mentally connected to you guys in anyway shape or form

y/n: yoongi’s lying we talk telepathically all the time

jk: YOU DO???

jimin: ….

hobi: i agree with jungkooks idea

wow

never thought i would say that

wow…

sorry give me a minute guys

jk: take all the time you need bro

yoongi: he just insulted you

jk: WHO?????

jimin: i’ll be there at 6

PM btw

jk: i don’t think you understand what we are doing jimin

ur not supposed to tell us

jimin: stop talking to me

namjoon: 6 ok

fucking finally

y/n: dw jk jimin’s a bit yk…

jk: ohhhhh ok

i’m sorry jimin

6 sounds like a plan wink wink lol

jimin: never fucking wink wink lol at me again you rat

hobi added tae to "namkook month!!"

yoongi: do you hate me

hobi: sorry he wouldn’t stop calling me

i don’t like being harassed

tae: hiii guys did you miss me

yoongi: no

yoongi left "namkook month!!"

jin: if i was to ever pass out it would go like this

heLLLLOOOPPPP

HELPPPP ME PLSS

ITS ALL FADING TO BLACK

HELPPPPP 😩😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😨

GASP

HELP

🫨🙄😵‍💫😵 (that’s my eyes rolling to the back of my head btw)

now i’m passed out £2!2£2&:&&;&;&;&;&;&,&;&;;;8;&&:&&:8:88;87,7,7,£,£,£;&;&;&,7,7,7,77,7,8;&:,&,&&,&,&,&,&,?&,&&?&&&,&,&,&:7,7,7,7;77;£,£;7££;£,,£,7,7,7,&&,&,,’cmnnmmmm98828:&,&,&,&,&:&,&,&,&,£,£,£,£,

and scene

jk: wow that was really good

it really felt like you passed out

jimin: wish you would pass out for real

jimin left “namkook month!!”

hobi: i don’t think it’s healthy that after one conversation everyone just ends up leaving the gc…

namjoon left “namkook month!!”

tae: no but fr who is namkook and why is it their month what a selfish bitch

y/n left “namkook month!!”

hobi: nvm i get it

hobi left “namkook month!!”

tae: lowkey i think you might be the problem jungkook…

jk: you think so?

tae: yeah lol

jk: why can’t you be the problem?

tae: why would i be the problem?

jk: i can’t always be the problem

tae: you seem to make it work

jk: ur not invited anymore

tae: what

jk: to the party

don’t come

ur uninvited

tae: don’t say things you’ll regret jungkook

whose gonna bring the deep fired apples if i don’t come??

jk: i’ll make it work

like i always do

this is goodbye taehyung

bye

jk left “namkook month!!”

tae: what the fuck

—

happy jk day !! clearly this was written yesterday lmao

[atthedugouts]

Snickers

Mickey walked into the Kash and Grab, he hasn’t been back here since he quit but his bitch of a wife demanded that she needed something to drink and this was the closest store.

“Can I have candy?” Yevgeny asks.

“No,” Mickey responds bluntly. “Help your mom pick something from the fridge.”

“OK!” Yevgeny happily obeyed and joined his mom who was browsing the selection of sodas and energy drinks. Mickey turns to the pimple infected kid that now stands at the registar that Ian once worked.

“Hey, is the boss lady around?” Mickey asks.

“She’s out back yelling at some guy,” the kid said pointing in the direction of the back door.

Mickey was surprised that he felt a little disappointed. He actually wanted to catch up with Linda. Would she be surprised that he was doing well, that he wasn’t in jail?

“Mickey?” Mickey turns to see Kash standing at the back of the store where the kid pointed.

“Holy fuck,” Mickey says. “Last I heard you were skipping town in a dress. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“He’s leaving,” Linda says, giving her former husband a glare that even made Mickey nervous.

“Just let me see them,” Kash begs his wife.

“No, you are no longer their father. You made that choice,” Linda says before storming out the store. “If he doesn’t leave, feel free to use the gun under the counter.” Linda tells her current employee as she lets the door close behind her.

Svetlana comes up and places a diet coke on the counter.

“Who’s this?” she asks Mickey, eager to hear the gossip. 

“Don’t worry about it, pay for your drink and let’s get the fuck outta here,” Mickey tells his wife.

“And chocolate,” Yevgeny says, placing a Snickers next to his mom’s soda.

“No Yev, I already said no candy,” Mickey says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Is this, uh, do you have a family?” Kash asks.

“You know my husband?” Svetlana asks.

“For the love of god can you please scan the fucking can?” Mickey yells at the teen employee.

“$1.50,” the teen tells him.

“Yeah, he used to rob this store, last I saw of him was when the cops were taking him away to Juvie,” Kash says. “Never thought he would grow up to be a family man.”

“Svet don’t talk to him,” Mickey tells Svetlana.

“I can talk to whoever I want,” she informs him.

“Yeah, keep the kid out of arms reach of him though,” Mickey says. “This man abandoned his family because he likes to fondle little boys.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Kash says sternly.

“Oh it wasn’t?” Mickey says, raising his eyebrows. “Do you think Ian would back that up?”

“This pervert touch Ian when he was a kid?” Svetlana asks. She was also ready to fight anyone that hurts children.

“Yeah and then he shot me and I ended up in Juvie and this kid fucker is still walking free,” Mickey says. “Make that make sense.”

“You still talk to Ian?” Kash asks.

“I ain’t talking to you,” Mickey tells Kash. “Then when I was in Juvie Ian said he dressed up as a Muslum woman and skipped town while his wife was pregnant with their third kid.”

“Can you give me Ian’s number? I would like to catch up with him,” Kash asks.

“No,” both  Mickey and Svetlana shout.

“Ian’s at work,” Yevgeny says.

“Work?” Kash asks.

“Don’t talk to my son,” Svetlana threatens.

“He’s an EMT so he knows a lot of ways to kill ya that look like an accident,” Mickey says. Mickey doesn’t know if that’s actually true but it sounds plausible. “Hey little man, you still want that Snickers?”

“Yes!” Yevgeny shouts with glee.

Mickey grabs the chocolate bar from the counter without paying and hands it to his son.

“Thank you dad!”

“You’re welcome, let’s go,” Mickey flips Kash off and exits the store with his family.

The teen leaves the counter and turns to Kash.

“If you see Linda can you tell her I quit? I don't think my mom would like me to work at a place with a pedophile,” he says before making his own exit.

Kash then stands alone in a store he once owned, with no family and the realization that Mickey fucking Milkovich somehow got his life together before he did.

[crabonfire]

TSSM DOC OCK WITH TALL (average) S/O WHO USES HEIGHT ADVANTAGE TO FLUSTER!!

Pre and post octofication? If possible?

I wanted to request but didn’t get the confidence until you started demanding TSSM requests :)

Hope this is ok!

OH LETS FUCKING GOOOO TSSM REQUEST BABEYYY

Taller!S/O flustering TSSM Doc Ock!

character: pre and post accident TSSM Otto Octavius

note: babe don’t be nervous!! I’ve been into spider-man and tssm related shit for years now, I just never thought anybody would be interested in my work. I’d love more tssm requests!! It’s my main interest now anyways :)

anyway, request away!!! hehe :)

ALSO I love pre accident otto he’s so cute :(

last note, I wanted to add some uh, tiny, tiny TINY bits of lore between the two of you in the pre octofication, just to make it more interesting :D!

warnings: none, fluff :)

♡Otto Octavius♡

- He was always a pretty insecure man in terms of how he’d look, (and his personality too aw man) he always saw his body as something he wasn’t proud of. People under minded him for it, especially at work. Which is why he was surprised to find out you really liked him. When you had asked him out he asked multiple times with a red face, “Y-You’re joking!” or “Did someone put you up to this?”

But when you smiled at him so genuinely, shaking your head no and telling him you liked him…he felt like he was going to burst.

- When you two started dating, he found it a bit hard to make eye contact for very long. For he found that he’d get lost in your eyes, mesmerized by you completely. He was a shy man, and he never spoke his mind much when it came to how you made him feel. He was always quite flustered with you.

When you realized this, you started to use it to your advantage.

- On one occasion, he was in his office, typing away and sorting through files on his latest project. After hours of working he had finally stepped out to get a drink from the kitchen. You decided to try and stall him a little, maybe convince him to take a break. You had him backed up to a wall, hand resting beside his head, as you leaned down to his face. His cheeks are as red as tomatoes, looking at you mouth agape and eyes widened. You can’t help the smirk that forms on your face, eyes gazing at him intensely.

“Otto.”

“Y-Yes?”

You tilted your head a bit, blinking, still staring at him. The tension is killing him, your so close he can feel you breathing.

“Take a break hon, you’ve been cooped up in that desk for so long…”

He huffed, looking awkwardly at the floor. “Oh, I mustn’t…it’s I-important I finish this..” you took your hand, taking his chin to face you again. You frowned slightly, “But I miss you. Just one break, please?” He blinks, his lips quivering trying to find the voice to deny you. He swallows, “W-Well…I guess one break w-wouldn’t hurt.” He mutters. You smile at him, leaning in to kiss him, which he immediately returns. When you pull back you can see the slightly disappointed look on his face. You quickly step back with a whole different mood, grinning at him. “Great! Come sit with me, I was watching a movie.” You walk over to the couch, leaving him speechless as his heart doesn’t stop its pounding.

He’s flustered, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stands there wondering what the fuck just happened to him.

- He found himself in this situation many times, pinned to a wall or how your head rested on-top of his with arms wrapped around him, engulfing him in a hug.

And every single time he couldn’t help the red that’d seep to his cheeks, the racing of his heart and and the wanting to drop everything he was doing to look up at you all day.

Oh yeah, he has to look up when he talks to you. It’s adorable 😭

♡Doctor Octopus♡

- No longer has he have to suffer the neck pain of looking up at you, because now… HE HAS HIS OCTOPUS ARMS!!

- But on the rare occasion where he’s just standing like a normal guy, you always take your chance to try and fluster you like you did before. This time, he’s not so shy about his feelings.

- You’d have him pinned against a wall just like before, it was difficult to get into this position but you did.

“Hey doc.”

He smirks, “What’s this, Y/N?”

You mirror his smirk, “What ever do you mean, Doc? I’m just, having a conversation with you.”

He chuckles, shaking his head and looking up at you with tinted cheeks. “I see. My apologies, I just never considered being pinned to a wall was a way to talk to somebody.”

“Oh, so this your first time?” You snickered at your own dumb joke, he found that cute.

“No, I’m very well experienced actually.”

You laughed. You rested your other hand to the other side of his head, trapping him in as you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed you back, passionately and slow. One of his hands had cupped your cheek, the other firm against your chest as his receptors pulled you in. He felt himself melt whenever he’d kiss you, even with his newfound confidence he still never got rid of that sweet ache in his chest. When you pulled back, before you could say anything, he flipped you over.

Now you were the one pinned to he wall, his receptors lifted him slightly to be eye level with you, a hand over your head as he leaned while the other had held your chin pinched between his pointer index and his thumb. He had an obnoxious smile on his face when he saw how your face reddened, eyes wide in surprise. He chuckled, whispering in a low tone;

“What about you Y/N, is this yours?”

♡♡♡

spot the harness your hopes refrence and I'll give u a cookie :)♡

HOPE U ENJOYEDDD request more tssm shit I love them

[honoviadakai]

What you favorite Hazbin hotel song says about you 😈🎶😇

(This list includes songs from the pilot as well as a few others that are not official but are near and dear to the fandom's collective heart)

I’m always chasing rainbows 🌈:

…so how’s your relationship with your parents?

You have a good heart but you’re way too hard on yourself

You don’t always have to be busting your ass off, taking breaks is not a crime

Also failing is not the end of the world

I believe in you, please be kinder to yourself

Inside of every demon is a rainbow 🌈 😈:

Golden retriever energy

You are so sweet but so naive

I honestly feel like if this is your fav song, I could spit in your meal and you'd just smile and get a new plate

It's ok to go apeshit

If you did ever get mad I genuinely feel like you'd be absolutely terrifying

But you're such a sweet person, i can't imagine someone pushing you to that point

Inside of every demon is a lost cause/Alastor's reprise 🎶👿:

You're a cynical bastard and you wear that shit like a badge of honor

You're on the same page as Alastor in terms of redemption being impossible/pointless

If this song is your favorite, you laugh at children when they fall over

very loudly

You're the one in your friend group that everyone has to warn about before introducing you to new people

You receive the bombastic side eye so often you smile every time it happens

ADDICT🕸️🚬:

You need a hug

All of the hugs

You're doing your best and I just want you to know I'm proud of you

Vox's Interlude📺🎶:

You like Dubstep

You like Dubstep to a concerning degree

You're also disappointed Vox doesn't have the same voice effect in cannon that he has in the song

You're a Vox simp, but you're really chill about it

Royal Flush🥃♥️♠️♦️♣️:

Hello my fellow Pansexuals and Husk Fans~

If this if your favorite song, you're a Mick Lauer fan and you were sad to hear he wasn't coming back to the official series and it made you even more jaded than you already were(I feel you)

You're also a fan of Johnathan Young and Rock music

You lowkey giggle every time you hear the "every hole is a goal" line

You probably have a sever resting bitch face that scares ppl sometimes, but deep down you're a softy

A jaded softy, but a softy

Radio Play📻🎶:

Hello Alastor fans that lament the recasting of Edward Bosco

Hello Black Gyrph0n fans that think he's not receiving enough recognition

How deep in the financial debt hole are you because of your love of Alastor and new found desire to have a retro 30's aesthetic once this song dropped?

You have good taste in music but I feel like you'd say out of pocket shit on accident

You probably know how to do the Charleston pretty well and that's pretty cool

Redemption arc🙏🎶:

Hello my depressed gifted child burnouts and Elise Lovelock fans

You're a girlboss, you really are, but I need you to take more breaks and drink more water

You strike me as someone who takes the phrase "act your wage" as a suggestion at best

If over thinking was an Olympic sport, you'd win gold, silver ans bronze

stop trying to carrying other people's baggage on top of your own, that's not building character, its building more work for your therapist

Assuming you've even allowed yourself to see one!

Insane🦌🔪:

You're unhinged

like Niffty levels unhinged

but you have good taste in music

You're also a very vocal Alastor fan

You need to be watched 24/7 because you strike me as someone who'd commit war crimes for fun

Eyes on me📺🥲:

You like Techno a normal amount

you're probably a Bo Burnham fan

You also give the vibe that you like anime like Evangalion

as well as the vibe of hiding behind a chill facade even though you're kinda depressed

you also give the impression that you're into enemies to lovers and once sided pining in romance

You ship Vox x Alastor in a wholesome way and you're foaming at the mouth for their backstory

You hate Val(as you should)

Change the order 👑🪽:

You lament that Lucifer doesn't have a British accent

You HEAVILY lament Lucifer not being a heartless asshole

You oh so desperately wanna see Lucifer and Lilith in their prime/as a united power couple

You have slight daddy issues

You're also probably someone who grew up with some religious trauma

You're in your villain arc but it's mostly yo protect yourself

i highly suggest getting a dog, a rubber duck collection and a therapist

Get hooked🚬🦋:

Your search history is not suitable for human eyes

You definitely have daddy issues

You desperately wanna see Val on the poles

You're fun at partied but you cannot be left unsupervised under any circumstances

You radiate bad bitch energy but I feel like you'd apologize to a kindly janitor if you had to walk on a floor they just finished mopping

You can run in heels and I respect that immensely

Smile like you mean it😁🦌:

I get it! You love Alastor! Please lower your voice a tad friend!

It's concerning how quick you'd sell your soul to this man

You like jazz unironically(nice)

You wanna experience one of Al's radio shows

...I'm not entirely sure if you wanna hear it or be the victim...and that deeply concerns me

Use me up🕷️🥲:

You wanna see Angle Dust fuck shit up(same)

You don't make friends easily but you're the loyalest son of a bitch anyone could ever have and more people need to recognize that

You probably had a really rough childhood

You give ppl middle fingers and sass the way Oprah gave out cars back in the day

You just want a hug, someone to say they're proud of you(I'm proud of you friend) and a month long nap

We're sure to drown🐈‍⬛🥃🥺:

Hello again my fellow Pansexuals and Husk fans

Specifically the ones with severe depression, trust issues and think mixing Tequila and monster energy drinks will help with the abandonment issues

yeah, i see you, put the bottle down mf

get therapy, this a threat

You're so cynical that even shadow the hedgehog would ask if you're ok

asking for help doesn't make you weak fam, i get where your coming from but you need a good plucking you prickly cactus

oddly enough, you give the best advice to the few friends you keep in your circle but take none of your own advice

You listen to country rock with lyrics so sad that everyone in the car with you immediately get concerned

definitely a cat person

POP!👁️💥:

You either wanna be stepped on or do the stepping on

You probably watched Black Lagoon and loved Revy

If you don't know what I'm talking about, look her up, that's your type

Low key probably a pyromaniac

You're that one friend that's ALWAYS ready to punch your friend's ex's in the face

Honestly, I feel like you're scrappy enough to fist fight god with the confidence of someone who thinks they have a shot at winning

My machine 🐍 ⚙️:

You were really excited to see Pentious be one of the show's antagonists

You're still a little bitter about not getting your mad scientist, steam punk, snake man

You did love his War General outfit though

You probably really like shows like Arcane

You really wanted 'Enemies to lovers' CherriSnake or platonic/rivals CherriSnake

You probably have reptile as a pet

most likely a snake

Happy day in hell🎶🎤:

You're a basic Broadway bitch but your optimism is a tad infectious so I'll let it slide

You're a tad too optimistic though

Like, to a concerning degree

Someone could punch you and you'd ask them if they were ok despite having a split lip

you're definitely a workaholic

take that PTO sweetie, work will be there when you come back

Hell is forever😇😈:

you either really like Alex Brightman or you LOVE villains

you also love rock

You kicked your feet like a love sick when Adam did the guitar solo bit

Probably a fan of bands like Skillet

You have religious trauma but your coping mechanism is to crack jokes about it

some of them are probably inappropriate

Stayed gone📺🦌:

You ship Vox x Alastor a "normal" amount

You'd sell your soul for Vox and Al to have more duets together

You're probably a Vox simp

If you're not, its cuz you're an Al simp

You giggled at "That's the tea"

You also drooled at Al's demon form towards the end of the song

It starts with sorry🐍🥹:

friend, you are way too forgiving

someone could steal your life's savings and I feel like you'd just let them have it because "they probably need it more"

You were very proud of Pentious

Respectless💅📱:

You radiate chihuahua energy

You are 5'2 or smaller and 90 lbs soaking wet

someone need to make sure you don't run these streets lawless

don't get me wrong

You are absolutely a bad bitch that serves cunt like a 5 star restaurant serves gourmet steak

but you're gonna say the wrong thing to the wrong person one day

you cannot afford to fuck around and find out when they're over 5'9 my friend, sit down please

Whatever it takes🦋🩰:

you're the eldest child of your family aren't you

You don't need to prioritize everyone before yourself!

Love yourself first damn it!

You probably like Milfs or goths

You also probably wish Zestial had more songs

I have a feeling your favorite Disney movie is Encanto...

Poison🚬🕷️🥺:

Holy fuck you need a hug

You're either a survivor of some kind or life has just been kicking you in the balls for no god damn reason

Come here, I'm adopting you and making sure you're actually happy

You're low key an amazing dancer

literally one of the best people to be friends with

Loser Baby🐈‍⬛🕷️:

hello my fellow queers, Keith David fans, Blake Roman fans and Huskerdust shippers

You are a connoisseur of slow burn romance

You're probably a depressed hopeless romantic

friend, if you want the Husker to your dust...the loser to your baby...you gotta talk to people...

go touch grass

you're that one friend who bullies your bestie but that's cuz that your guy's love language

If anyone messed with your bestie, you'd fight that person to the death the way Husk and Angel did to those loan sharks

Hell's greatest dad🪽🦌:

You either beef with ppl for fun or you're a very flamboyant theater kid

Its probably both tbh

You probably fell in love with the blonde short king after this song

You ship Radioapple

you want a sitcom ft Radioapple and you'd sell your soul to get it

Your fav Disney movie is probably Aladdin

You totally play "HaHA! Fuck you..." on repeat

More than anything🪽😭:

So how's your relationship with your dad...

You cried so hard to this song that it scared you

grab the tissues, get your coziest blanket and go get your favorite treat

and some therapy

Welcome to Heaven😇🎶:

Emily is your favorite character

Your gaydar was going off when St. Peter started existing

Your a chill person

A little too chill though…

You might still be an active member of your community

Ya might wanna consider reducing your hours, there is such a thing as too much loyalty

Treat yourself to a vacation

You didn't know😧🪽:

Hello fellow black sheep of the family with severe religious trauma

You freaked the fuck out when the “If Hell is forever then Heaven must be a lie” line dropped

You felt so vindicated after this song and honestly, same

You LOVED Emily by the end of this song

Out for love 💗 🩰:

You like MILFs

You want Carmilla to kick/step on you

You’re either a magical girl fan, a fan of Latin music or both

You cheered so hard for Vaggie at the end you definitely got a noise complaint 🤣

Ready for this🎤⚔️:

You have anxiety

Your favorite character is probably Charlie

Your favorite movie is probably Marry Poppins or something in the same time period/genre

You’ve dealt with Karen’s before and watching Susan become tolerable was so satisfying for you

You want Alastor and Rosie to adopt you

More than anything(reprise):

You're the poster child of sappy hopeless romantics

You cried a little from joy here

You’re definitely not straight

You want this moment, go get yourself a Vaggie cuz you’re definitely gonna be the Charlie of the relationship

Finale🎶🎆:

You're the ultimate theater kid

This song hit all the sweet spots in your depressed brain for you

Let’s be honest, your favorite part of the song was either the Vees or Alastor

It’d your favorite part was with the Vees, your a huge chaos gremlin

You cannot be trusted with information but you’re very fun at parties

If your favorite part was Alastor’s part, get therapy

If you related to that part on a spiritual level, you mask so hard I’d believe you if you said you were born wearing a mask