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not to be bitter but that whole "sunny copying Leo" thing is literally not even real like it's literally made up, every instance of sunny "copying" Leo was a coincidence EXCEPT for the time where they were going diamond for diamond. anyone saying "oh its on purpose! she's copying her for the drama!" is stupid and anyone hating the most precious princess in the whole wide world needs to literally get a job
#i have actually no beef w leo and actually i think shes really cool but her shooters coming outta the woodwork to be pieces of shit is not#fun#for anybody#4 real u will never catch me hating on an egg cuz i literally love all of them but that whole situation is so stupid#sunny is literally a baby a like 5 year old#every argument against her is so stupid and is made with bad faith interpretations of her character#i could say some worse shit so ill stop here#qsmp tag#qsmp sunny
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woke up feeling ruffff but took my meds and went back to bed for a while n I feel a bit better
#only slept 4 hrs yesterday so was rly hoping to get a solid nights sleep today bc i probably won't tonight....#but i didnt sigh. but my options are either to plough thru w today and make myself do this even tho i dont rly feel like it#or cancel plans and stay in and mope which will inevitably turn into self harm so rly the latter is a non option lmao#its all okay ill get into the swing of things n have a good time once im thereee#and i always knew i was gonna feel a bit like this like its an open wound for me i just need to be careful not to touch it#bc how i feel isnt based in reality its just insecurity n vulnerability n ik it can take months to fully recover from a previous episode#and part of the recovery process needs to involve facing potentially triggering situations instead of avoiding them#bc otherwise ill get increasingly worse bc its not possible to always avoid and ill be defenceless again when it does happen again etc#like its part of rebuilding my sense of self n confidence n hopefully i can eventually start to trust other ppl again n lower my guard#bc it sucks being contorted into this defensive pose all the time and i would like to allow myself to feel genuine connection w others !!#and to stop instinctively flinching and waiting for the hit im tired of my mind telling me ppl r lying + trying to hurt me when theyre not#im being a bit dramatic like i am doing a LOT better than i was a few weeks ago. n i def can handle this one#and the risk of triggering myself is much much lower anyway in this specific situation. so long as theyre not hiding shit from me again#i can think of several ways that risk could skyrocket n unexpectedly spiral out of my control n it makes it hard to breathe just imagining#but i need to believe that it wont. so if-no WHEN it doesnt then next time ill have proof that i can navigate it n i wont feel so anxious#it makes me laugh how stupid this is from an outside perspective. my brain causes me so much weird n 100% unnecessary distress#but its the only brain ive got n will always have so i need to work with it!!#anyway all that aside i genuinely am rly looking forward to this afternoon!! ive rly wanted to start doing more nice things for myself#n the fact it coincides w missing smth that could incite my rsd is kind of for the best even if it is making me anxious#i cant let my life revolve around anticipating how ppl might upset me n basing my decisions off minimising that damage#n while it would be nice to have company.. well ik its just as fun going alone bc ive done it before! n i need a reminder of that#ah im gonna turn myself in circles if i think much more. i dont need to justify anything#i hope they have a nice time and i hope i have a nice time and i hope that eventually someday we can have a nice time together instead#of separately. and i hope that someday ill feel included and wanted by other ppl and wont be posting on tumblr every time this happens LOL#this comes across like im saying i need to learn how to enjoy my own company or whatever but i prommy i already do..#what i actually need to learn is how to trust n enjoy the company of ppl i care abt without constantly being scared theyll hurt me....#but thats not happening today cuz i got other plans woooo OKAYY im gonna stop ruminating and get some chores done sjdkfh#.vent#<- well not rly a vent bc its not like im channelling feelings here im just rambling bc i have a lot on my mind. but still#this is prolly incoherent i keep putting my phone down and doing other things and then adding another thought LOL
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Thawing Out
collab with @ellecdc
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12
cw: modern au, chronic pain, mention of Sirus' family but no talk of abuse, some talk of traumatic injury
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ⥠1.5k words
Sirius hates the cold. It makes him look ill, his nose always runs, and he does not have a head made for hats.Â
The walk to the rink yesterday was bad, with the chill and the early hour and the dark mood that seemed to permeate him like it infused his very blood, but you made it better by being yourself. He suspects you might have even been going out of your way to be sweeter than usual, given that you knew it was the anniversary of the day Sirius ran away from his familyâs home. Youâd tried to cheer him up. Still, yesterday was bad.
Today is worse.Â
Youâre silent as you stalk down the sidewalk, one boy on either side of you. You said hello to both him and Remus as you stepped out the door of your apartment, and then that was it. If it were Sirius it might make sense, but you always have an unnatural amount of energy in the mornings. Obviously youâre not speaking to him. And Sirius is still upset about the addition of the death spiral to your routine, so heâs not speaking to Remus. And Remus is hardly one to spark up conversation during an uncomfortable silence, so that just makes the three of you a very sullen, very silent procession to your early fucking morning practice.Â
Except when you arrive, the rink is already bustling. You take one step inside before going back out the door, forcing both boys back outside with you.
âWhat the fuck?â Remus tries to peer inside. For once, Sirius agrees with him. âWhoâs taken our slot?â
âI donât know,â you say, but youâre still standing in front of the door like youâre barring their entry. âIâm going to go find out. You guys stay here.âÂ
âWhy?â Sirius asks.
Even when you look at him youâre not really looking at him, your eyes distant. If youâre trying to make him feel like shit, itâs working. âBecause I donât need either of you going in there to bite someoneâs head off. Iâve got it.âÂ
With that, you slip inside, not giving either of them a chance to argue. Sirius supposes he could go after you anyway, but you seem like youâd bite his head off, and heâs hurting enough from the cold without that extra ailment to contend with. He pulls out a cigarette instead.Â
âYou really shouldnât do that,â Remus hums, but when Sirius looks over the other boy is lighting up too, a cig dangling from the corner of his mouth. When he sees Sirius struggling with his lighter, his fingers frozen and clumsy, he rolls his eyes and steps closer.Â
Sirius goes still as Remus cups a hand around his cigarette, lithe fingers an inch from his mouth. The lighter rasps once, and the warmth next to Siriusâ face is a welcome sensation. When Remus steps away Sirius straightens his shoulders, expression carefully impassive as he inhales. He doesnât thank him.Â
âSheâll have your ass for doing it, too,â he says.Â
Remus lifts a brow, blowing smoke out one corner of his mouth. âWhy? I donât need my lungs for anything.âÂ
Sirius shrugs. âDoesnât matter. She thinks she should be in charge of the whole world.âÂ
A soft chuckle. Remus looks out to where the sun will rise in a few hours, the sky still a sweet blue. âMaybe she should be.âÂ
Sirius canât help a little smile at that. He takes comfort only in knowing Remus doesnât see. âDonât let her hear you say that.âÂ
They lapse into a brief silence, easier and more contented than Sirius would have thought possible between the two of them. It breaks only when you come bustling back out the doors.Â
âOkay, so apparentlyââ You stop, looking between them both. âGuys. Seriously?âÂ
âWhat?â Remus asks, but Sirius knows better, dropping his cigarette and stamping it out.Â
Your gaze flicks over him, almost approving but still a far cry from friendly. He swears your mouth wants to smile at him, only youâre not letting it.Â
âThose are so bad for you,â you tell Remus.Â
He levels you with a dry look, the brave bastard. âWhat does it matter? Iâm not an athlete.âÂ
You wince but donât back down. âAthletes arenât the only ones with reason to live past fifty.â You give him a hard look. It takes a while, but eventually Remus relents, dropping his cigarette as Sirius had. You nod, crouching to pick up both dog-ends and taking them to a bin. âEach one shortens your life by eleven minutes, you know.âÂ
Remus meets Siriusâ eyes, incredulous. âShe comes prepared with statistics?â he asks in a hushed voice.Â
Sirius nods. âTold you so.âÂ
You brush your hands off on your pants. âOkay. Anyway, hockey practice got moved up.âÂ
âYouâre joking,â says Remus.Â
âNope. And, someone else got wind of it before us, because the slot they had at nine has already been filled. We canât practice today.âÂ
Sirius shakes his head. âBullshit. Why did hockey get moved?âÂ
You shrug, hugging your middle so your hands can burrow under your arms for warmth. âManagement said they didnât know, only that someone on the team asked for a different slot just for today. Seems like they were sweet-talked into it.âÂ
Your eyes meet Siriusâ for half a second, and he takes out his phone, frigid thumbs anger-typing away.Â
âSo thatâs it then?â Remus asks. He looks like heâd really like his cigarette back. âWeâve just woken up before dawn and weâre not going to practice?âÂ
You sigh. âSeems that way. We can come back during open skate, but you know how that is.âÂ
Sirius scowls, and Remusâ expression twinges with distaste. âYeah,â says Remus, âletâs wait until tomorrow.âÂ
You all break where you usually do, though hours ahead of schedule, Remus going off towards his place and Sirius walking you in the direction of yours.Â
âFancy a coffee?â he asks you, voice intentionally light.Â
It has the expected effect. You bristle at his easy tone, keeping your eyes ahead. âNo, thanks.âÂ
âFair enough.â Sirius would really like something to warm his hands, but he suspects he needs to pick his battles with you today. âFancy telling me when weâre going to be friends again?âÂ
You blow out a harsh breath. It crystalizes in front of you, and you walk right through. âDonât be daft. Weâre always friends. Itâs because Iâm your friend that Iâm so pissed off with you.âÂ
He nods slowly. âI donât follow.âÂ
You shake your head, anger quickening your pace so that Sirius is nearly jogging to keep up with you. âWhy canât you ever stay out of your own way?â you ask him. âI know yesterday was hard for you, but you canât be an asshole to everyone just because youâre having a bad day.âÂ
âHey now, thatâs not fair.â Sirius knows joking probably isnât the best tactic with you right now, but he canât help himself. âI wasnât an asshole to you, was I?âÂ
âThatâs what I mean!â You stop so hard he nearly plows into you, but you donât so much as flinch at the possibility. Your stare is fierce. âYou canât keep trying to scare him off. Itâs not going to work, and we need him. Canât you see how much better heâs made us already? I know you didnât want a coach, but Remus is good for us. So you can stop being so difficult.âÂ
âI am not being difficult,â says Sirius, though he often is. You stick your tongue in your cheek, annoyed, and he fights the urge to take your face in his hands. He hates having you cross with him, but at least youâre talking. âAnd you donât know what we would be like if he werenât here. We mightâve been fine.âÂ
You sigh, looking suddenly tired. And so, so disappointed. âThatâs not the point anyways. You know what you said to him yesterday was wrong.âÂ
Sirius feels a dull stab in his gut. He knows. He does. He knew it the second it came flying out of his mouth, and he has no idea why Remus doesnât seem as livid with him as you are. Remus, with his even voice and his exasperated, knowing looks and that stern little wrinkle between his brows, who seems able to wind Sirius up better than anyone else. A match to his short fuse.Â
âHow would you feel?â you ask. Some of the anger has fallen away from your voice, leaving it soft and sad. âWhat if we went to competition in a few weeks, and you injured yourself so that you knew you could never skate again. And then someone used it to mock you.âÂ
âHeâs risking us doing that,â Sirius says, stubbornly, though he can hear the plea in his own voice, âby asking us to change the routine.âÂ
âHeâs trying to help us,â you reply firmly. But your shoulders droop, and you sigh. âI know you feel bad about it. Iâm done being mad at you now. Itâs exhausting.âÂ
Sirius feels too hollowed out to revel much in the victory, but your arm linking through his does help some. âSome could say that was my plan all along,â he jokes weakly.Â
You make a halfhearted attempt at a chuckle. âGood thing I know better. If your hands are in danger of falling off, you could stop at mine, make yourself a coffee.âÂ
âWhen I asked you for coffee five minutes ago you said no.âÂ
âYeah, I wasnât done punishing you yet.âÂ
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Fear vs War 2
Fright Knight was in Gotham trying to find his target. The clown was in Arkham, so he was going for the Scarecrow. He was hoping to find him before the rogue could spread any Artificial Fear. He was going for the Scarecrow's Minions, who preferred to go by goons, hoping to scare his location from them. when mortals meet him it triggered the 'fight or flight' instinct, as he was Phobos a God of fear. But in Gotham this was only a hinderance, because everyone choose fight. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.
Fright Knight: *trying to scare some info from a goon*
Orphan:...*Waves her hand to get his attention*
Fright Knight: *startled but doesent jump* Can i help you?
Orphan: *signs*
Fright Knight: I can speak all languages, but not sign language. Truly a flaw in Divinity.
Spoiler: She's asking who you are and what are you doing here?
Fright Knight: I am Fright Knight! Greek god of Fear and Right hand to the Ghost King. I am here to punish the rogue know as Scarecrow for his crimes against my domain. He is out of Arkham Yes?
Spoiler: He's in the Hospital getting a colonoscopy. Hes like 50.
Fright Knight: i also planned on giving him a colonoscopy. but very well. i suppose ill just have to go visit Wonder Woman.
Spoiler: to avenge you're Father?
Fright Knight: HA! No, i wish to thank her on her victory and introduce myself to my aunt.
Spoiler: ah Ares is a shit father huh? I know the feeling.
Fright Knight: I advise you avoid saying his name, But yes War is no kinder to children then it is anyone else. Worse even...
Orphan and Spoiler: *nods*
Spoiler: Hey i gotta say NICE purple flames.
Fright Knight: Its not really a choice. My mother is pink and my father is black. together it makes purple. I dont suppose i could convince you to keep this visit a secret from the Batman. My liege doesent want his attention and paranoia.
Spoiler: oh you absolutely could- *she stops and puts a hand to her ear and talks to someone on the comms*. Hey lets make a deal. theres a riot in Arkham asylum. you help us clean that up and Batman will never hear a word of this. Deal?
Fright Knight: Deal. now what do you have in mind?
Spoiler: *Grins evilly*
(insert any jojo theme here)
As Arkham's riot continued many Rogues, convicts, and psych patients were making a escape attempt only one vigilante stood in their way. Spoiler looking strangely buff with her face more defined and over animated(jojo style) stood alone. In front of the rioting mod she struck a pose and behind her a black and purple knight appeared. Both of them struck a pose and flexed as a aura of fear and terror washed over the mob making them flee back into Arkham and into there cells.
True to their deal Batman never heard a word of this. They used sign instead.
#yes i made Fright knight a jojo stand#no regrets#Fright Knight vs Ares#Fright knight is Phobos#wonder woman's nephew#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dp x dc prompt#batman#fright knight#dc spoiler#spoiler dc
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No bc like imagine you are in a trial right right, but you spawn with ONLY a slightly big tee shirt and panties and so Danny (ghost face) is like GOOD GOOGLY MOOGLY and tickles you where the sun doesnât shine :3 only do this after you do my Ada request though .. (just kitten I know that will never get finished)
IM SORRRYY I GOT LIKE HALFWAY DONE WITH THE ADA ONE AND LOST MOTIVATION I SWEAR ILL FINISH IT SOMETIME SOON đđđ
dark paradise
DANNY JOHNSON X fem!reader
nsfw content â please scroll if uncomfortable!!
summary: youâre spawned into the trial in tiny pajamas for the new event, and your favorite killer very much likes your outfit hehe
warnings: nsfw obvi, p in v, rough sex, creampie, butt slapping a little, degrading, stab wounds(NO WOUND FUCKING), steve harringtonâŠđ
nsfw content below!!
You felt absolutely humiliated, to say the least. The Entity had decided to wreak havoc on you and send you to a trial in nothing but some shitty horror tee and the tiniest shorts youâve ever worn.
Being sent to the Red Forest made it even worse, your shirt all wet and damp from the musty air and rain, making the fabric cling onto your skin. Your teammates werenât to shy with their obvious glances at your chest and how your ass was hanging out.
âQuit it.â You huffed, scowling as you worked on a generator alongside Steve. Fucking Steve, one of the biggest flirts around here.
He rolls his eyes and does a mocking surrender of his hands, before grinning at you.
âItâs not my fault you got sent here looking like a model! Like damn, girl.â He snickers, nudging you with his hips. You glare at him, trying to hold back your laugh.
âItâs not funny!â You whine, curling your knees to your chest slightly to help yourself with the cold. You were shivering. Feeling the wet floor press against your butt had you cringing, but youâd rather have a mud-covered ass then hypothermia.
âIt kinda is,â He hums. Another few moments pass as the two of you work on the generator, an eye out for any killer. The trial had just begun so you had no idea who it was yet. A small part of you hoped it would be Danny.
You had no idea what you and Danny were, but he would always let you live, as long as you have him some kisses and maybe a little hook up session. And you werenât even against it, he was good with that monster in his pants and his words.
Steve suddenly makes a mistake and next thing you know the generator blows up in both of your faces, making you yelp and back up. You turn to him slowly with a pissed off expression.
âSeriously?â
He offers a weak grin.
âCan you blame me? You look very distractingââ
He gets interrupted when suddenly a knife is pushed through his back, making him scream and fall forward. You gasp loudly, stumbling back and hugging yourself. You shiver as the wet rain making your hair sticks to your face, your thin shirt hugging your breasts.
âDonât talk bout her like that, fuckinâ moron.â The tall man huffs, the black robe and shrieking mask making you relax. You relaxed only for a moment before realizing he was about to kill one of your friends.
âDanny!â You stepped forward, trying to get him to stop from stabbing the shit out of Steve. âHe was just joking, câmon.â You huff, frowning up at the taller man.
He gazes down at you, eyes under his mask widening as your barely covered form presses against his body. From his angle he could see down your shirt, your nipples poking through the shirt brushing against his chest. His breath hitched as he reluctantly steps away from the bleeding out Steve, before turning back towards you and grabbing you around the waist.
âLetâs go, now.â He grunts, dragging you towards the cabin.
Barely twenty minutes later, he had you bent over one of log tables in the cabin, his cock deep inside your small cunt. Your shorts hung off your ankles, your panties pushed to the side.
His grunting was loud and raspy, his hands holding you around your waist to steady your trembling body. He pushed his cock as deep as he could with every thrust, his large fingers rubbing your skin.
He had made sure to bunch your shirt above your chest, not even bothering to fully undress you. Seeing you all damp with those tiny pajamas sticking to your soft skin had him all hot and bothered, with no care in the world other then shoving himself inside you as soon as possible.
âShut up, whore.â He grumbles quietly, panting from behind you as he keeps thrusting his hips into you from behind. His grip on you was tight, bruising probably.
âDannyâŠâ You moan softly, eyes rolled back to the back of your sockets, mouth hanging open each time his tip presses against that sweet spot all the way in the back of your pussy. It felt so good, getting slutted out by this masked murderer.
You couldnât even care that your friends blood was getting all over you. All that mattered was how he felt, inside you and on your skin. How his cock hit deeper then anyone ever could, and how he whispered such dirty things that had you clenching down.
âDressed like a fuckinâ slut,â He grunts, his thrusts hardening. He starts to gain speed, groaning at how tight you were around him, like a fucking anaconda.
âDonât act surprised that you got bent over, bitch. You knew what was gonâ happen the second you saw me, dirty little slut, flashing those tits at meââ He reaches one of his hands to grab the back of your head, pulling your hair back as his thrusts grow harder and faster.
âDannnnny!â You mewl from under him, panting and moaning as he kept going. He grabs one of your legs and puts your knee up on the table, managing to shove his cock deeper inside you. He hums at how you clench down from the new angle, a mocking grin on his face.
âGood lilâ girl, keep takinâ my cock like this and maybe Iâll let you cum.â He snickers darkly.
âY-Yes, mhm, Iâll be your good girl.â You sigh heavily as he pushes himself deeper once again, having your eyes daze at his good it felt. You were so thankful the generator in the cabin had already been completed, or else the fear of someone walking in would of been haunting you.
His hand roughly slaps your butt, making you whine and clench down. He groans at that and letâs go of your hair, going back to holding your waist and pushing your body down into the table. His thrusts continue, your moans leaving your throat like a broken record.
âI-Iâm gonna cum, please, please, can I?â You whimper desperately, hands scratching and clawing at the able in hopes of finding something to hold onto. You could feel your orgasm nearing, making you clench down greatly around his cock, earning a raspy moan from the man behind you.
âY-Yeah, fuck, let it go sweetie.â He mumbled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he works on making you cum.
Without another second, you let out a shaky cry and cum over his cock, your walls milking him dry. He leans down, pressing his chest against your back to muffle his noises. He releases his thick load inside your pussy, his hands reaching up to push down on your shoulders.
A few minutes pass as the two of you relax from your high. Once heâs felt that youâve calmed down enough, he slowly pulls out, hissing at the feeling. He stares at your wet pussy and how both your cum dripped out, a small chuckle leaving him.
He steps back and tugs your panties back up, making you cringe as he makes sure none of it falls out of your hole.
â..Danny⊠Câmonâsâyucky!â You whine as he helps you out your clothes back on. His touch was surprisingly gentle.
âShut it. Lucky I didnât cum all over your face.â He gives you a little pat on the cheek. You roll your eyes before reluctantly smiling and pulling him in for a kiss. He hums and kisses back, his large hands going to rub your waist.
You had no idea what the two of you were, fuck buddies, lovers? Maybe in another life you could of maybe lived a normal life, not one where one was a serial killer. Maybe a journalist. Danny Johnson sounds like a journalist name. Youâd call him Jed as a nickname, you though, it would fit him.
You both slowly part, his hand going to pull his mask back down. He slaps your butt and pushes the towards the door, smirking.
âUntil next time, sweetheart. Better get to the gates before itâs too late.â He tskâs.
once again i didnât proofread cuz iâm LAZYYY
#ghost face x reader#danny johnson x reader#danny johnson#ghostface smut#ghostface#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight#dead by daylight smut
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"SUPER GRAPHIC ULTRA MODERN GIRL"
Ellie Williams x Fem!reader
Summary: wasting a friday night on a first dare with a boy you've never met in person was a dumb idea- and suprise! it all goes to shit- but Ellie's there to make sure you have a good time.
Warnings: boys are boring, ellie is hot, suggestive, alcohol, mentions of weed consumption, groping.
WC 500
DAY 2 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER
Fuck you were stupid.
You would think at 23 years of age you would have learned to never waste a sacred Friday night on a first date. So here you were, with your hair straight, glittered eyelids, and glossed lips listening to a man you had met on BUMBLE talk about geo politics or some shit- you had stopped paying attention to whatever he was talking about at least an hour ago- or at least it felt like an hour ago.
Downing another shot, and giving the man in front of you a tight smile- âhey wanna dance? I love this songâ
ânah- âm not a dancerâ
Oh for fuck sake- could this get any worse? Your surrounded by loads of hot couples, grinding on each other, the smell of alcohol, sex and weed engulfed the space around you, and instead of having a hot one night stand with a stranger, you have to listen to this man- who was wearing the most disgusting, fugly skinny jeans which looked like they hadnât seen the inside of a washing machine in a decade.
As if an otherworldly being had heard your thoughts a meek tap is felt on your shoulder, you turn around to see a pretty girl, around your age, maybe a little younger with a nervous smile on her face.
âuh- ill have that dance, if your still offeringâŠâ
With a laugh you take her hand, turning quickly to the man who now looked bewildered âill speak to you later, or not-â you smile before dragging the girl to the dancefloor, illuminated by pink led lights and packed with people. You grabbed the womanâs wrists wrapping her arms around your waist as you push your ass against her groin, grinding against her to the beat of the music.
Her hands grip at your waist, pushing up against you in retaliation, âwhat were you doing with that asshole,huh?, a man like him canât handle a bombshell of a girl like you-â
âwhat âre you saying, think you could handle me pretty girl?â a cocky smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you turn around, so you were now chest to chest with her, looking at the bashful blush on her cheeks at the nickname.
Your hips push forward now pelvis to pelvis with the girl, making her sputter out â âm not pretty- im like so ruggedâ
You give another teasing laugh, hand brushing up into the girls hair, bodys moving together in unison ârugged huh?â you hum âsuppose that makes sense, my knight in shining armourâ
She grins at the compliment, hands moving down from your waist and landing on your ass, squeezing at the plush flesh, startling you into a whimper, suddenly becoming aware of how close your faces are, feeling the fan of her breath on her face.
âwhere you planning on sweeping me away from that asshole as soon as I got in here or what?â
âwhat can I say, I know what I want⊠now- your place or mine?â
âąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâąâą
WOOF WOOF WOOF- ALL HAIL OUR SUPREME LEADER CHAPPEL ROAN
not proofread
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rafe x bitch!reader pt.2
MDNI 18+ | pt. 1 here warnings: spanking, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, creampie, semi public sex, that's it i think let me know if i missed any
with the knowledge of how mad you left rafe, you can't stop the smile that slowly creeps onto your face. however, your victory doesn't last long. a large hand roughly grabs the back of your neck, yanking you back until you collide into a hard surface. not even needing to look up you already know who it is.
"you think you're reallll funny huh?"
"rafe-"
"shut up. you're gonna listen to what i gotta say or shit is only gonna get worse for you, understand?" you attempt to pull out of his hold, his grip only tightening with your lack of response.
"rafe let me go!"
"nah, think you can pull that kinda shit? disrespecting me in front of everybody. i think you need to be taught some respect." the implication of his words cause goosebumps to coat your skin. dragging you to his truck, he opens the door to the backseat. "get in. don't make me force you."
you open your mouth, a protest ready to escape. before you get the chance he lifts you up, practically throwing you into the truck. the fear of what's to come causes heat to pool in your lower stomach. rafe climbs in behind you, slamming the door.
in a blink of a eye your bent over his lap, a harsh slap landing on your ass. rafe kisses his teeth, "thinkin' you can talk to me like that, must've lost your damn mind."
an influx of salty tears begin gathering at your waterline, each smack to your ass harder than the last. you jolt forward, causing your clit to rub against his thigh. a laugh escapes rafe when he hears the small whimper that forces its way out of you.
"should've known a greedy slut like you would get off on this. you're probably soaked."
"rafe please! ill be good, i promise. just stop!" tears have started to cascade down your cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara in its wake.
"shoulda thought about that before. 10 more, you can do it baby." rafe places one last harsh slap, sobs now racking your body. he softly runs his hands over the now red and broken skin. "see, knew you could do it." laying you face down on the seat, he rips the shorts of your body.
"rafe not here! people might see!"
"didn't care about that when you were running that big fucking mouth of yours. now its my turn not to care." you recognize the sound of rafe pulling his pants down, and without warning he slams his length into you. "fuck. so tight, this pussy was made for me i swear."
as the pain from the stretch subsides, you let out a loud cry, his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust. "not so much to say now, huh?"
with the way his cock is hammering into your weeping cunt you can't find it in you to respond. you harshly grip onto the door, needing something- anything to ground you. he pushes your head further into the seat, allowing him to hit your g spot continuously. all you can do is let out pornographic moans, the pleasure so overwhelming you don't know what to do with yourself. your head is foggy with lust and you're beyond cock drunk. rafe begins to thrust into you impossibly harder, jaw clenched so hard he feared it might break. he snakes a hand around your front, rubbing harsh circles against your clit. his thrusts become sloppy he nears his release.
your cunt clenches against him as your orgasm threatens to explode out of you. before you can cum his hips still, his hot seed filling you, the mixture of your arousal running down your thighs. a loud whine leaves your throat at your orgasm being ripped away from you.
rafe lets out a laugh from behind you. "oh im sorry, did you think i was gonna let you cum? disrespectful sluts don't get to cum. be grateful i gave you dick at all." he pulls out of you, pulling his shorts back up. "get dressed." he hands your shorts to you before getting out of the car and hopping into the drivers seat.
after getting dressed you slide into the passenger seat, your makeup now ruined from tear stains. he takes you back to tanneyhill, your punishment far from over.
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could you do like a deep comfort with Billie? where reader is feeling really anxious and weâre just sitting in the bed and she just helps talk out our troubles and thoughts and just holds us and is physically intimate with us (fluffy) to help us calm down <3
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Billie Eilish x female reader !
A/n: I saw this tiktok and ugh I just needed to write something like it. Hope you enjoy nonnie ! (Ok so embarrassing update. Sad update LMAO but I forgot Ms billie can't get us pregnant -i just didn't think the idea through- so I'm making it a bit creative and I'm praying you enjoy, just try not to think of it as legitimate and focus on the comfort okur :D) - also sorry if it's short đ - also kinda went way off your request :( I hope you like this tho nonnie
Summary: you're always an anxious mess, so once you find out this news you have a complete breakdown.
Warnings: angstyish, comfort, suggestive mentions ??? Anxiety attack, I think that's it !
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Uh oh. Was all you thought this morning when you felt ill. You had so much work to get done you did not need to get a cold or the flu ontop of that. Then it hit you on what it could be. Surely not though.
Rewind to a few weeks ago. You and Billie had just had a date night and you wanted to try something new, per her suggestion. Slightly drunk you both decide to use the ejaculating dildo. But last time which wasn't that long ago, you were trying for a baby. You had been finding anonymous donors for a while and she finally found one. You ended up forgetting about it, so you thought nothing could happen because I mean, it was old. Surely nothing could attach to anything right?
Wrong. This feeling was getting worse as the morning went on. Billie was over at Finneas' working on some music related things. So she wasn't there. You had bought pregnancy tests like a month ago when you and Billie came up with the random idea. You were ready then, kind of. Now? Fuck no. Your job had been getting worse and you were honestly thinking of quitting. But you couldn't do that. Even if Billie insisted that it'd be ok, she could pay for the both of you she says. But you said she shouldn't ever have to do that.
Working was your everything even if this job was the putz, you've always loved working. You procrastinate looking at this stupid test. The whole baby thing was merely a thought you guys weren't 100% on it. Atleast you weren't. A human growing inside you, that's so much to think about. Children are a huge responsibility. Your head soon feels light, trying to calm your nerves. "Don't be stupid, this is just nothing. Turn it over." You try and convince yourself. Your hand trembles as you do, fully expecting 'not pregnant'
Wrong again. Your eyes widen tremendously. "Fuck, no no-" You accidentally drop it starting to freak out. Your chest feeling extra heavy. And just in time to freak out more, the front door opens. "Hey baby! I'm back." Baby.. Baby. Ones growing inside you. Your mind races. Shit, fuck. Your freakout continues. Your breathing becoming labored. Trying to calm down as your heart rate picks up. Pointless. "Y/n?" You try desperately to think of something, how on earth do you even explain this to her. 'Oh hey, yeah I'm pregnant.' Not to mention how scared you were.
You didn't want this not now, and you honestly weren't sure if you ever would. That's probably just the anxiety talking, but all you could think about was how scary this all was. Scared wasn't even the right word for how you were feeling. And the pain in your heart was telling you that. She comes into the bathroom looking at you with worry. "What's going on-?" Then she saw your teary eyes, panic flooding her. "Hey, hey. What's up?" She grabs your face gently. "Talk to me, please." But she stops herself realizing you were about to have a panic attack.
"Ok, look at me, I'm right here." Her hands grab yours going to put it on her heart like she always does, but you retract them. Shoving them in your hair. "I cant do this." You say breathing heavy. Still stuck on what you had just read on that stupid stick. It's all you could think about right now. "Do what babe?" That worried her more. What on earth were you talking about. "This can't be real- I have to be dreaming." You then say clutching your beating heart, shaking your head in disbelief. She grabs your face again, never harsh. "What. Is going on." Her thumb swipes your tear stained cheeks.
In attempt to calm you, and it worked for a moment. How do you even tell her. "I-.." You began but tear up again. You couldn't find the words at first, buy you try so hard. "I'm pregnant." You decide to just blur out, ripping of the bandaid, the stuck. Sticky. Bandaid. She gives you a confused look. "Babe-" She doesn't believe you, you wish you didn't believe you. "You do realize-" But you turn around before she could finish, grabbing the test and putting it in her hands. She widens her eyes, seeing it. Even more confused than she was before. Then her brain clicks. "The dildo.." you hear her mumble.
You're pacing, but she grabs you. "Hey, it's ok. I promise this will be all o-" "No. I can't do this, I don't think I ever could. This is so scary and." You stop feeling your chest heave. "Baby." She then says. "Yeah, ones growing in me. A human, I can't do that." She grabs you again, spotting how another attack was coming on, her hands grabbing yours and instinctively putting them on her heart. One of your coping mechanisms. "Look at me, we can do this I promise." You sob. "It was old how'd it even-" She brings you into her. Wrapping her arms around you. "I don't know my love... I don't know." But that's all you needed to stay calm, her warmth was incredibly comforting. Her voice calming every nerve inside you.
Just like it always did. You wrap your arms tightly around her. Burying your head into her chest. Lettung the initial shock die down. Heart going back to normal after awhile. Her hand gently caresses your hair, kissing the crown of it. "I'm here, which will be the main thing and we will get through this together no matter what." Her soothing touches and voice was all you needed. That's what helped in the end. You kinda wished you had done it when she was home, knowing that if she had been, you could've potentially avoided a anxiety attack. Still holding you close as you did so, letting you know that all of this would be ok. "What if I suck, what if it hurts-"
But she stops you, really not wanting you to think about this right now. "Hey, don't worry about that right now ok?" She pulls you back getting you to look at her. "I know you're scared. Fuck, I am too. But we got this." Her finger moves a loose strand out of your face, holding it once again. "You're good with kids, so good with kids. I'm just worried that I won't be good with it." Her head shakes. "You'll be amazing. You've got so much love in you, I know once it's here you'll be the best. Mother. Mark my words." You smile at her brightly. Everything she was saying soothing every worry. You were so glad to have someone like that in your life.
"I love you." She then says, making you cry out of happiness this time.
"I love you more. I'm so glad out of anyone in this world, you're the one I'm doing it with."
"And that's never changing."
Lil note, since I felt like I didn't get your request like you wanted and it's kinda bugging me (a lil mad at myself) I'll do a little blurb of a small idea that I got !
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new romantics pt 2
pairing: MODERN AU!college azriel x female reader
warnings/content: suggestive language, yearning!!! alcohol and drugs mentioned, two love sick idiots, some parts are flashbacks, this is not editedâŠill do it later sorry, photos from pinterest
word count: 4.5k
summary: the start of long weekend vacation starts, azriel surprises you and both of you struggle with holding your feelings inside.
authors note: i feel like i use too many of the same words im trying here please! anyways hi part 2 of my azriel fic! i think im gonna write 4 chapters, iâve already started on part 3 and canât wait to post! hopefully this weekend, azriel smut coming soon!!!⊠i am so excited i canât stop blushing as i write it so! enjoy this part and hopefully iâll have the next one out soon! thank you for all the likes and comments! i appreciate all the feedback thank you all!
the next friday afternoon, youâre sitting in the last row of the room, fake listening to your english lecture droning out your professors voice with thoughts of azriel. as always. you truly wonder how you manage to keep passing.
this is your last class before a four day weekend, your whole day has just dragged on and frankly, youâre exhausted and just want to go home and do nothing all weekend.
your head has running with thoughts of last weekend all week. its been driving you mad. youâve never been one at being able to talk about your feelings, like at all. growing up an only child left and never having any more than just a couple friends you knew growing up left you lonely.
but once you became friends with azriel, you just felt like you belonged somewhere. the days you just spend laying around and talking about anything and everything. whether its what some dumbs said in class, the best dad joke you can find to the hardcore shit from your childhoods.
the only thing you could never talk to him about was⊠him. all you wanted to do was confess to these feelings but yet you havenât. how can you just admit to your best friend that youâre in love with him.
thatâs also something you came to the conclusion to over this week. that youâre in love with him. you thought azriel was driving you mad before you realized this but afterwards⊠it was so much worse!
when you and nesta finally connected after the party, she for sure entertained your delusions. you told her about everything that happened, leaving out the way he talked to you and held you. that was something you wanted to keep for yourself.
youâre deep in your mind over him, yet again, when you hear a psst from behind you.
and there he was.
azriel peeking his head through the slightly propped door, he grinned when you looked back towards the door to see what was behind you. your eyes grew wide⊠heâs supposed to be in class right now but you couldnât even think about that as he stuck his hand and motioned for you to come, there you were making sure your professor was turned to the chalkboard before grabbing your bag and going with him.
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when you got outside your classroom, azriel grabbed your hand and brought you directly to the car. he opened your door and let you in before sitting in himself. your eyes focus on the sight of his scarred hums gripping the steering wheel and all you can think about is that video of the girl saying âyou wish that was you huh you wish that was you!â
heâs always done that and it sends butterflies through you every time. once he got in and started driving⊠away from the direction of your apartment. when you turning to look out the back window, you notice a couple bags in the back seat.
âoh my god az pleasseee tell me where youâre taking meâ you groaned pretending to be annoyed at the man in the drivers seat.
he looked over at you again and the sparkle in his eyes just sends you back to when he was staring down at you laying on his chest, cuddled up against him.
he laughed and said, âsorry canât tell you itâs a surprise.â
you groaned again, even louder this time. âthis better be good i missed the rest of the class for this.â you would miss every lecture for this man and he wouldnât even have to ask.
âoh donât worry princess, itâs insanely better than whatever that professer was saying⊠not that you were paying attention to anyway.â
you turned to look at him, mouth open wide and mumbled a shut up. he laughed so hard and then of course you had to laugh, but your eyes couldnât ignore the way his chest lifted and the muscles in his arms contracted. what you would do to feel him hold you again.
the drive continued with you guys laughing and singing to the playlists on your phone. another thing you guys love to do is to blurt out states on license plates when you see a new one, something that azriel, of course, excels at and seeing them first every time.
about 3 hours later, you pull into a long driveway in the middle of the woods. you didnât mind the long drive, in fact you and azriel mainly take backroads every time you guys go out just to take in the scenery. the trees and mountains on this drive particularly blew your fucking mind.
âis this where we going?â you ask looking out the window like a little kid, fingers holding on the door. azriel couldnât help but look over at you as you spoke, his heart swelled at the sight of you.
the way your hair moved from the window open, how your skin gleamed in the sun shining through the windows of his old mustang and the look of utter excitement that coated your face the whole drive.
he doesnât answer and just keeps driving up the dirt road before your eyes land on a beautiful, old wooden house next to a huge lake. youâre in awe of the masterpiece before you as you notice two cars already in the driveway. you know right away by rhysands honda civic and nestaâs toyota rav4, that everyone is here.
you canât help but internally scream right now. you canât believe that azriel has brought you here, and kept it a secret for you donât even know how long. you look at him, eyes wide and he canât help the smile that breaks out on his face when you look him.
you smile back at him, even bigger than the one he gave you if possible before your eyes turn to the front door and you see nesta and cassian standing there waving at you to come inside.
you go to open your door but azriel is there doing it for you before you even notice he got out of the car. even though you loved sitting in his car engulfed in the smell of him, you couldnât wait to get out and spend the weekend here.
you step out azriels car, breath taken away yet again at the view in front of you. nesta is throwing herself into your arms before you even realize, engulfing you in a huge hug.
as she pulls away, you see through the corner of your eye azriel and cassian getting your bags from the car. she grips your hand lightly in yours and starts pulling you towards the house as she asked you about your drive up.
walking inside the house, she let go out of hand and spun around in a circle yelling âTADAâ as you both laugh. your eyes dart across the house to the two big L black couches, along with a couple comfy chairs, a fire place along a wall that had shelves covered in books and photos. floor to ceiling windows covered the outside of the house giving you an amazing view of the trees, mountains and lake surrounding the house.
to your left, you see a open wooden kitchen, cabinets littered the walls with a huge two door fridge with a huge kitchen island, covered in different bottles of alcohol. oh yes you guys will be partying it up over this long weekend.
you hear the steps of people behind you, hoping to see azriel again you couldnât stop staring at him during the drive up. everyone he caught you staring he smiled at you and just kept on driving, like it was perfectly normal. you turn around to see rhys and feyre walking down the staircase next to the entrance way of the house along with azriel and cassian walking into the open front door.
your smile widened as you saw him and you felt nesta jab her elbow into your side and you gave her a glare before she smiled wide at you, before leaving to walk to the kitchen.
you laugh in your head and walk towards azriel to greet everyone, âhi friends!â you said as cassian pulled you into a bear hug. what you didnât see was cassian give azriel a wink as he embraced you. he pulled away with a laugh before both feyre and rhysand brought you in for a hug.
as they let you go, nesta called everyone to come to the kitchen. they followed but you stayed there as you watched azriel move your bags off to the start of the stairs to take up to your rooms later so you guys can join your friends in the kitchen. he turned around he saw you there watching him. he swears his heart almost explodes out of his chest every time you look at him.
azriel was ready to tell you that he was in love with you. itâs a feeling he refused to admit for years up until a couple months ago. despite not admitting it, deep down he knew what it was, he never had anyone treat him like you did. the way you cared about him and just treated him normal after so many people in his life have just walked on eggshells around him.
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when he met you, he was attached to you from the start. he knew a lot about greek mythology, taking the class was just something fun for him and when you and him got partnered together, he knew it was the beginning to an end. the way his heart started beating faster when you came around, the way his hands got sweaty when you accidentally brushed hands or when your thigh rested against his while sitting next to each other in the library.
cassian and rhysand knew something was up the way azriel came into rhysandâs apartment. the faint blush still on his cheeks, and the smile that didnât seem to disappear. this had been happening a lot over the past couple weeks when they saw him.
azriel walked in, backpack slung over his shoulder as thoughts of you looking beautiful, sitting across from him at the coffee shop you guys were studying at that night. he didnât even glance towards the couch until he heard cassian call out to him, âwhatâs the smile for az?.â
azriel turned towards his brothers, seeing their own smiles painted on. azriel laughed as he walked over and tossed his bag into the chair beside him before taking the seat next to cass.
he swiped a hand over his face and sighed in exaggeration, âwhat smile?â when he looked towards them, the shit eating grins on their faces said it all. they knew about the unrequited crush he held onto for mor, they knew what his family did to him, all they hoped is that whoever was making azriel smile this much wouldnât break his heart.
a few weeks later, azriel walked into his own apartment, with you in tow. after he came across you in the elevator, he realized it made spending time together a lot easier. after class one evening, he invited you over one night to join in on movie night with his friends.
he finally told his friends who you were a couple days ago. they couldnât even remember a time they had seen him talk about something so passionately, rhysand and cassian donât even think that he registered it. azriel was still insisting that you guys were just friends.
that night was spent watching the jurassic park series. you were so relived walking to his apartment, you were nervous to meet his friends but he assured you everything would be okay and there was nothing to worry about. you loved that about him, sometimes you didnât even realize how much you stressed yourself out, but every time you spoke it, azriel was there assuring you everytime.
after three movies, four bags of popcorn and a ton of candy, you were starting to doze off. you were so comfortable on the couch surrounded by the way azrielâs apartment smelt.
azriel, who was sitting next to you, noticed that you were getting sleepy and leaned down to whisper in your ear, âhey princess, iâll walk you down.â you nodded to him with a smile. he stood up and offered you his hand. you guys said your goodbyes and everyone pulled you in a hug. you loved his friends already, nesta especially.
he holds his your soft skin with his own flawed, he could never really get over the way you felt against him. during this point of him liking you, the touch was minimal but he ate it up every time. azriel opened the door and walked out behind you, his hand ever so lightly grazing over the small of your bag where your t-shirt had ridden up.
âbut the scene of the t-rex oh my god az,â you laughed lightly as you were exiting the elevator on your floor. he shook his head at you, âno way the scene with the kids in the kitchen was the best in the first one!â he insisted throwing his arms up in exaggeration.
âokay az whatever you say.â you giggle as you approach your door, turning around to face azriel behind you and grab your keys out of your shorts pocket. you look up and meet his eyes as he towers over you. you stand in silence staring at each other before you tear your gaze away, you wonder how long youâd been staring at him like that. he gives you a smile as you look down nervously with your keys in your hand. you turned back to unlock your front door then moved back to face him to say goodnight.
âthank you for movie night az, we have to do it again.â he brings his hand to your cheek and moves a piece of hair that fell into your face from your messy hair clip, he tucks it behind your ear as you look up at him again. âof course, its rhysâs turn next but you can have the one after him.â he said with a laugh as he stepped closer to you. your feelings for azriel were getting worse. it was an innocent crush at first but now⊠heâs all you could think about. your heart was basically beating out of your chest, your chest almost brushing against yours, you could feel the warmth of his body spreading over yours.
he was pressing against you now as he leaned down, you watched him as his face made it to yours, you were so eager to kiss him but instead he brushes his lips against your ear to whisper, âgoodnight sweetheart, ill see you tomorrow,â as he gripped the doorknob behind you and opened the door for you. he leans back and gives you a huge smile as you step back into your apartment, mostly in shock at the way his body felt against yours. you smile back at him before whispering back, âgoodnight azriel.â and shutting your door.
azriel is still in front of your door, a few moments longer than he should been after you were in your apartment. he shakes his head with disappointment in himself as he finally walks away. he was so centimeters from your lips and just couldnât do it. what if you werenât into him? he didnât want to press your boundaries, he needed to know this was reciprocated before he did anything.
as much as he wanted to go back there and knock on your door until you opened it, so he could pick you up in his arms, carry you to your bed and fuck you like it was the last night in the world, he just could not.
at least⊠not yet.
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you donât even know what time is it now as you all sat outside on the patio behind the house. it overlooked the huge, dark lake with trees covering every inch that surrounded you, not another house in sight. it was incredibly peaceful as you sat on the swinging bench in the corner with azriel, your legs over his lap as you both held drinks in your hand. the sky lit up with stairs as you looked around at your friends talking amongst themselves. you guys spent the day playing drinking and card games. playing cards against humanity with the inner circle was truly a remarkable time. feyre and rhys made homemade pizzas for dinner and they were amazing. you guys laughed for hours and now out on the deck, everyone else sat in chairs around the fire pit as you guys passed a few joints around.
azriel was laughing at whatever cassian said along with rhys while feyre and mor chatted, she showed up halfway one of your card games. amren was nesta sat in the chair next to the bench you and azriel were sitting on as you both sipped on glasses of red wine, talking about the last smutty books you were reading.
as you spoke to her, you couldnât help by getting distracted at azriel holding the bottom half of your leg with his hand as they rested of his lap while the other one left a glass of whatever they were drinking now. he was just barely moving it back and forth but god it sent chills through your body, it doesnât help that nests speaking about whatever book she was reading lately as you focused back on what she was saying, trying to get the thought of him touching you farther up out of your mind.
âthe slowburn was top tier,â nesta said to you giving you a wink as she sipped her wine, âbut oh my god the way they fucked,â letting out a frustrated groan, she shook her head as you both laughed.
âyeah nes, just wait until the sequel, if you thought that was good⊠youâre in a for treat.â you wiggled your eyebrows at her and laughed. you hear azriel laugh next to you and turn your head towards him. drunk you wants to kick everyone to their rooms and take him, here and now⊠but alas youâre stuck just staring at the beautiful man in front of you. the way his muscles flex when he laughs, and the way his chest moves. his tattoos peek out of the collar of his shirt and all you wanna do is hold him in your arms.
an hour goes by hanging out by the fire before everyone else else heads to their rooms, leaving you and azriel swinging on the bench smoking another joint. he blows the smoke out in a laugh as you guys talked about the last episode of parks and rec you guys watched. you couldnât wait to spend the rest of the weekend with him. it just felt a little too natural.
âoh my god duke silver⊠i just cant,â you laughed as he handed you the joint. azriel laughed, âron swanson is the best part.â your heart starts beating faster as his hand is now actively rubbing up and down. this bench was surprisingly comfortable but
âalong with april,â azriel said and you couldnât help but agree, they just really are. you hit the joint a few times and pass it back. âokay az, iâm tired now,â you look at him with a small smile on your face. âokay letâs go,â he said with no hesitation. you let out a little laugh and move your legs off his lap, instancing losing the warm of his legs and hands on you.
you guys head into the house and azriel grabbed your bags to carry them up to the 2nd floor of the house, you guys walk down a hallway to the end and he stops in front of the door on right. âhere this one is mine and that one,â he said pointing to the one directly across from his, âis yours.â he smiled at you before you turn and open your door as he opened his.
you grabbed your suitcase and carried it into the room and shut the door. you move and find the light switch. locating it, you switch it up and look around the room in front of you. only to find mor asleep on the bed. you quietly groan, out of exhaustion, drinking all day on vacation really takes it out on you. you arenât close enough with mor so you cant just slide in next to her, so now youâre stuck with your last option.
azriel.
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immediately after entering the room, azriel took a seat on the edge of the bed. his hands still warm from rubbing them on your legs as you sat next to him the whole time. he looked at them, the scars were hard to deal with but never once it did bother you. but they bothered him for some reason, old insecurities and harsh memories all wrapped in something he has to live with everyday.
when his hands are on you, itâs a different story. itâs something he never wants to stop doing. heâs mesmerized by you entirely. heâs in the midst of his thoughts about you when he hears a low knock on the room to his room. he stands up and opens it.
seeing you standing outside his door in the dimly lit hallway, suitcase next to you, hand up about to knock again. he sees you jump at the way he opened the door so fast, not expecting him to be there already.
âhey princess, did you get lost?â azriel said as he leaned on his shoulder against the doorway, a smirk across his tired face.
âmor is asleep in my bedâŠâ you grumble, âcan i sleep with you?â you ask him.
a millions are in his head at once. mainly the last time you guys had slept next to each other, the night that he beat the shit out of that guy for touching you, the warm of your body against his, it was like that the entire time. something that he wanted forever. he wanted you in his bed, right now.
with his mind crowded, azriel just nods as he picks up your bag handle and brings your suitcase in the room, shutting the door and locking it behind you after you stepped in.
âthank you az,â you tell him sheepishly.
âyou didnât even have to ask,â he says smiling at you, he points to the other door in the room, âthereâs the bathroom so you can get ready for bed.â
âthank you, iâll be back.â you tell him as you walk towards the bathroom. he watches the door shut behind you, he needs to get himself together before you come out, the thoughts heâs been having all day about you, clothed and naked, where consuming him, yet again.
he realized that you didnât take anything to the bathroom when he hears the sink turn on. before itâs off, he moves to his own suitcase and grabs a large t shirt he brought and a pair of boxers for you to wear, he loved when you smelled like him. he grabbed out a pair of gray sweatpants for him to change into.
he hears the bathroom door open and looks over to you stepping out. you give him a smile as he watches you walk to suitcase next to his. you pulled out your toiletries bag and were about to pull out your pajamas before azriel had to cut in.
âhere you can wear these,â azriel told you, he felt his face grow red, cursing himself for not holding himself together. âthank you az.â his gaze moves down to your lips as you smile at him, taking the clothes from his hand, he feels your fingers brush his. he watches as you turn back around and head to the bathroom to change for bed.
azriel took this time to change into his own sweatpants while he waited his turn for the bathroom. he connected his phone to the tv and put whatever episode of park and recs you guys left off on, leaving it on for background noise and he turned off the light, leaving the room with a small glowing lamp in the corner by the door.
azriel watches the tv from the edge of the bed as he sees you from the corner of his eye come out of the bathroom. dressed in the clothes he gave you, his heart started beating faster.
âi feel like iâve said thank you a thousand times but thank you again az,â he heard you say as you walked towards him. he looked up to meet your gaze as you stood, almost in between his thighs as he rested his hands on them, âthank you for bringing me here, this place is fucking beautiful- i canât wait for tomorrow, youâre amazing az thank you,â he feels your hand reach up and hold his cheek, rubbing it thoughtfully over his sculpted cheekbone.
he couldnât help the way his cheeks heated up under your gaze, âthank you for coming with me, this will probably be a weekend you will never forget,â azriel said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the sides of your hips.
azriel heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth and go to the bathroom before you guys go to bed. when he comes back, he sees you in the blankets like itâs the most normal thing youâve ever done. the comforter is pulled up to your chin as your eyes linger on the bathroom door as azriel stepped out.
he moves toward the bed and walks around to the opposite side of the bed, sliding in next to you before he lays on his side, facing your back. the show plays in the background as he watches you turn to face him.
azriel lifts his arm and brushes some of your fallen hair behind your ear as he spoke, âiâm glad weâre here.â
âme too az,â you say quietly.
his hand rests on your cheek before azriel watches you move to cuddle into his chest, just wanting you to be closer to him. he wraps his arm around your body, pulling you closer into his body as he kisses your forehead.
âgoodnight princess.â
âgoodnight az.â
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Hello :)
Could you please do and platonic Aizawa x daughter reader?
His daughter is in her teen years so she is being like really rebel and all that so they fought a lot, but one day she just breaksdown during one fight and starts crying and apologizing for being a shitty daughter?
I have been avoiding this for so long, and it's all because I have no idea how aizawa would handle something like this. because it goes against everything that Aizawa would try and teach his kid so this may be a little forcefully written, apologies.
TW : unhealthy parenting, mental illness, some suicidal thoughts, probably angsty shit, I dunno, read at your own risk.
We can start this by walking through how this may start in the first place. I think the best place to start is that reader's mom left her and Aizawa when she was very young, and Aizawa, assuming here he didn't understand how to properly tell her why her mother left her, never tells her why.
Now reader is very young so she might blame one of two things.
herself
her father
While both instances would technically work, I think the more favorable option is she blames herself since a young child would probably never blame an adult they look up to and hold dear as the problem.
Up to this point her father has been really kind to her so the only other variable is her, this spirals into social anxiety, low self esteem, and depression. all of which don't help when you have an absent mother and a neglectful father who is both a teacher and a full time hero, which leaves little to no room for children.
(this is also why I think it isn't realistic for Aizawa to keep Eri or a child without another non-hero caretaker. Fight me, I dare you.)
As time goes on, and this child becomes a teenager, she might not know how to properly express her feeling and after being misguided by factors like the internet, other adults, and "friends" she might take out the feeling of being abandoned on her closest caretaker and another source of her problems; Aizawa.
if you purposely yell at him or start arguments it's not going to be very fun because Aizawa has this complex where if his students or other heros represent incompetence or arrogance he expels them or ignores him rather than explaining it to them and helping them improve, this is especially with students.
and since he lacks a true connection with you as his daughter mainly because of his job(s) and past with Oboro which he is still trying to heal from keeping him from bonding with you, he'll treat you as a student like the rest of the teenagers he knows. and even then, you may actually be treated worse than his students because while he interacts with them daily, he interacts with maybe 1 hour every other day.
so from all that he simply ignores you, just stops interacting with you entirely, he's too tired for your bullshit. this action makes the wedge between you two even worse.
if you keep persisting though he will yell back but it's often really short and really loud. something like "SHUT UP" a cold "I don't care." before slamming the door in your face. He knows it's probably not right to do that to your daughter but let's face it. you're just this annoying teenager he legally has to live with if he doesn't want to lose his hero and teaching license.
this is where things actually get very interesting, because let's assume he stops approaching you entirely, you just live in the same house nothing more than that, and while you may act like you hate your father for ruining your family and neglecting you all your life on the outside, remember, you're still that little kid in second grade that blames yourself for your mother leaving and your father not caring for you.
so let's say you realize this and go back to blaming yourself for everything like you did when you where a kid but since your father stopped talking to you entirely explaining your faults to him maybe difficult.
this where my personal experiences come in, I've actually had this happen to me in my own life, and I truely hope that you'll enjoy it. thank you.
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why is it that the voices are the loudest in the dead of night?
the moon is gone, the birds are silent, there isn't a single light that shines on your tear streaked face, puffly, swollen, sad, just sad.
years of confusion, neglect, a lack of love in it's purest form.
all because of you.
it's all because of you.
it's sings so prettily, like it's a church choir spreading the word of the lord like it's common knowledge.
it's common knowledge that you are a terrible person!
it cackles.
the urge to strangle yourself to finally feel some relief has never been stronger.
lie awake in the dead of night, in pitch darkness, a proper scenery to match ones broken and cracked soul, be careful, you might hurt yourself, again.
however, one cannot weep in their wallows forever.
the night has to make way for the morning sun.
and a relaxed self pity has to make way to dread.
dread.
dread of him, he who you blame for everything, everything you know is your fault.
it's all your fault.
a click at the door,
the creak of the old wood and the hinges never oiled.
mild thumping footsteps that wander around the apartment that can barely hold your overflowing buckets of tears.
you can mumble out all your pleas.
pleas that this is all a terrible nightmare and your real life is actually one with a kind and loving mother and a supportive and encouraging father.
mumble out the little lies that you made up all these years to make yourself feel worse and other better.
"it's pointless to keep trying."
"I wish I wasn't here."
"why can't I just be happy?"
"it's all my fault,
it's all my fault,
it's all my fault."
the thin walls don't do those in mourning justice though.
for the wind is calm, the branches don't dare to move, the owls, the bats, the sleeping heros in training downstairs don't make a peep.
for the only ones alive, awake, aware, is a man beaten down and broken by society serving as it's protector, ignoring the one in most need of protection all this time. With him is a girl. a girl that's scared, scared of her mirror image that haunts her, a girl who's cried an ocean, screamed a thousand wails of pain, a girl lost in her own heart,
"No wonder no one loves you."
you lie again.
but keen ears trained from years of work with villains hears you, for the first time, he hears you.
not the rebellious teen he's seen yell out strings of pure hatred and fiery insults like he's her own worst enemy.
it's the girl who he saw waiting on the steps to their apartment all those years ago. waiting for her mama to come back home with the promise of cupcakes.
it's the girl who never smiled for the remainder of elementary school.
it's the girl who's heart withered way that autumn evening.
he heard the softest little voice in the dead of night. he heard his daughter cry
"No wonder no one loves you."
.
.
.
"But I love you."
for that whole night, for that whole night.
the peace was disturbed.
for that whole night, it seemed that the moon shone once again.
it may not be the sun. but it'll do for now.
Aizawa walked away shortly after that.
leaving a little girls and her mirror image to ponder.
ponder.
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Afterwards I don't think he'd talk about it too much, he's proabably approach you after breakfast the next morning and tell you "you can talk to him about it if you want." but not much more than that
he definitely would change his practices though. like getting you a therapist, taking the weekends off in favor of being around the house more.
he'll let you get used to his presence first like one would with a cat, and one day. maybe years later, or tomorrow, you'll talk to him.
you'll tell him you love him too.
and maybe.
just maybe.
the world will stop,
and everything will be okay.
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What do you think about a pinning Roy finally getting the girl after some time being in rehab and all that? I'm sure he'll be so happy and feeling lucky!
I love this! It has so much potential for slow burn with a big, soft explosive ending, as well as the possibility of angst.
I immediately thought of his girl as a teenage/young love sweetheart. Somebody he has this idealist image of in his head. They gave each other their V cards, have all these memories of summer road trips and late nights together, but as they got older it was harder and harder for her to watch him destroy himself. They have this awful bitter break-up.
Roy, however, canât stay mad at her for long. Queue: Him texting her constantly from all over the world, whenever he thinks about her. Usually, it's friendly, until heâs had too much. Then he gets needy, desperate, downright rude when she stops responding, until one day she sends him an essay telling him that it is unfair of him to keep contacting her like this, that itâs making it hard for her to move on, that she keeps warming back up to him and he keeps reminding her why they broke up by getting wasted and doing something stupid, and that she will be blocking him post voicemail/text whatever.
So, whenever heâs back in town he starts showing up at her place with worse and worse excuses. âJust passing by, thought Iâd say hi.â âI lost my arm support, think I left a spare here, mind if I look?â âLian kept asking about you, and itâs my weekend so I thought weâd surprise you.â
And they keep almost getting there. Ill-advised kisses. Seeking the other out when they need comfort from a long-time friend. Bumping into each other and winding up spending the day together just because it's so easy to fall into stride. Maybe she even starts dating other guys which causes even more problems, and makes him emotional and then he spirals proving even more why she was right to break up with him.
But they never take the plunge because either she just doesnât buy that heâs ready for that yet, or because he proves heâs not ready yet by going out on a bender or drinking too much over dinner.
Obviously, sheâs only one of many reasons he finally decides to get sober and when he starts going to rehab and attending AA, he doesnât tell her until he gets his 30-day chip. Then he shows up at her door once again to show her, she is happy for him, ecstatic, but she needs more commitment than 30 days. He mails her all his proceeding chips, 60 days, 90 days, 4 months, 5, 6, 12. By the time he sees her again, she is ready.
Sheâs been waiting for this moment for months, she swings the doors open, and throws herself into his arms. They spend a whole weekend in bed joyously making up for lost time. Sorting their shit, making plans. Theyâre gonna move in together, somewhere with a second room for Lian, and space for a dining room, and a big TV. A garden large enough for Roy to have a shooting range and garage to tinker in.
They have years to catch up on. Itâs perfect, nothing in this world could bring him down. Theyâre stronger than ever, Roy keeps attending his meetings, and then Heroes in Crisis happens.
#womp womp sorry#anon#thanks for the ask!#I genuinely do love this#roy harper#roy harper/reader#roy harper x reader#arsenal#arsenal/reader#arsenal x reader
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I drag myself like a rug in the rain
pairings:Â Levi Ackerman x reader
genre: sickfic / fluff
summary: You are sick with the flu, yet refuse to admit it before a certain stern captain. He easily makes you swallow your pride.
The title is taken from The Amazing Devil â Blossoms. It was also a quick drabble written from my own frustrations of being ill!
word count: 1,015
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55134844
âYouâre not going and thatâs final. You look like youâre about to keel over.â Leviâs voice is stern, leaving very little room for argument, but despite his harsh words, his hands are gentle as he pushes you back down on the bed.
"I told you, I'm fine. I'm more than capable of joining the meeting!" Your voice is strained, the words coming out jumbled as you rush to finish the sentence before being overtaken by yet another coughing fit. You weakly glance up at Levi, the man standing before you with crossed arms and a highly unimpressed look on his face.
"Right," he drawls out, moving to the other end of your small bedroom to lean against the door as if you were capable of rushing past him to escape his scrutinising gaze. Part of you is tempted to try, just to cause some amount of annoyance. The more rational part stays still, knowing that in your current state, you would just prove his point faster than youâre willing to.
"If you can walk over to me with ease, then I'll believe you."
You scoff, ignoring the harsh tickle in your throat that the action causes, and slowly rise from the bed. Your body protests, the stiff muscles aching with each movement while your vision blurs. You push it down, refusing to let it show on your face as you slowly place a foot forward, doing everything within your willpower to take a firm step.
"When I make it to you, you promise to let me attend the meeting?"
"If you can make it over here, then sure. Itâs not like I want to keep you locked up in here, lazing around all day when we have shit to do.â
âWhen.â You argue weakly, refusing to back down despite the nausea growing worse with each passing second.
âBesides, you know the meeting is important, especially since it's about the upcoming expedition. We canât afford to miss a single one now that it's approaching us.â
He rolls his eyes, shifting his position to get comfortable against the cold stone, almost as if he's expecting to be stood there for a while. âStop stalling. If you want to go to the shitty meeting so much, you know what you have to do.â
You give him your best glare, yet from the way his lips twitch with a concealed smirk, you know you must look like a mess. You have hardly slept, the night spent in a feverish daze, despite retiring to bed earlier than you usually would. The day prior was spent pushing your body beyond its usual limits, wanting to train as much as possible despite the chill air, the change of season growing more noticeable. You groan, regretting the past yet being unable to change a thing.
âYou could simply order me to stay in bed, that way we could just avoid this whole song and dance. The fact that you arenât giving the order proves that you think Iâm fine.â You mirror his stance, crossing your arms against your chest with fake confidence and wishing that he doesnât notice the slight trembling of your hands.
This time Levi lets out a small laugh. The sound is airy and unexpected, and your eyes widen momentarily, convinced that your sickness has finally caused you to hallucinate the rare, but welcomed sight.Â
âNice try. We both know you wouldnât obey the order, regardless of how sick you are, Iâm not going to waste my time giving it. So if you would like to get this âsong and danceâ over with?â Levi says as his eyes fixate on the way your breathing grows more and more laboured the longer you stand.Â
You deflate, knowing he has called your bluff. You give in and place your weight on the extended foot, shakily moving forward. Your bones feel like glass and your chest burns, but you manage to take the first step. You forget to keep up the appearance of health, more focused on actually getting your body to function under his piercing stare, yet you silently celebrate the hollow victory.Â
The mental celebration is cut short when you feel your legs give way, you squeeze your eyes shut, preparing to feel your weak body collide with the solid ground. Instead of the unforgiving floor, you are met with strong, firm arms wrapped tightly around you. You slowly open your eyes to be met with his silver glare. Annoyance is painted clear on his face as his lips thin into a straight line.
âThis is why you should have stayed in bed, instead of wasting time and arguing with me over it.â Despite the glare, his voice is soft as it reveals his worry. Your health has always been his top priority, even when it's just a common cold making its way through the scouts.
Levi slowly lifts you and brings you back to the warm comforts of your bed. You snuggle against your pillow, letting out a defeated sigh as he brings the blanket up to your chin. He tucks you in tight and you let out a small, slightly delirious giggle, you almost regret it when his hands pause and he stares at you expectantly.
âAre you trying to make it so Iâm physically unable to leave this bed?â
His features soften and he continues to help you get comfortable, smoothing out the cover until each crease that dares to mar your blanket retreats, âThatâs not the worst idea youâve had.â
Youâre not sure if you want to bask in the compliment or argue that youâve had better ideas and that he knows it. Your mind is made up the moment he continues to speak.
âThat way we can minimise the amount of surfaces you can infect with your germs. We donât want you infecting the others at the meeting, do we? Now stay put while I bring you some food.â
And with that, he turns to leave the room, a soft smile on his face as your strained shouts of protest and offence follow his retreating form.
#â„. writing#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman#levi x reader#aot x reader#levi ackerman x you#shingeki no kyojin#attack on titan#aot#snk#aot levi
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hi hi, How about 42 Miles x reader who's finally had enough, see's the way he's been isolating her and pushing off or shoving off her friends, and beacuse she knows what he's capble of she runs off from her parents house to crash at a friends with a plan to get the hell out of new yourk, she blocked all contact, stopped getting money from him and in hiding!
Sorry thats a bit much.
Hey love! Imma do this hc style bc why not đ€·đœââïž
Warnings: toxic, implied smut, kidnapping, MILES BEING A TOXIC ASSHOLE, OMG THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC, yandere behavior
Miles!42 x done!reader
he can tell youâre about to treat but he hangs onto the promise you made to stick by him through thick and thin
Your friends and family hate him and they donât speak to you anymore because of your antics and your soft spot for him
âY/n hes a horrible person and heâs gonna get you killed or worseâ âno he wouldnât, he would never do that to me, Miles loves me and you canât see that because you have always hated himâ âY/n we hate him because HES TAKING YOU FROM US. HES DOING THIS ON PURPOSE AND HE KNOWS THATâ âJUST LEAVE ME ALONE"
They did exactly that.
You cried to Miles who just petted your head and said
âIt wonât matter, Mi Corazon. Theyâre just jealous, you have me and thats all you need, okay mi amorâ âsi papi"
Thatâs all you would say to him
You felt yourself slowly losing your sense of identity. You didnât even recognize yourself, he completely removed the old parts of you that were independent and replaced them with someone new. He stripped you and rebuilt you into his toy
He tried to make up for this by buying you things and making love to you
Eventually, you had everything you ever wanted and then some but it wasnât the same
You find out heâs the prowler and thats where he gets the money to get you stuff but you just donât care anymore
âSo, ma? como de sientas?â âitâs fine, Miles. I donât care. Just donât get hurtâ âthatâs all?â â...yeah."
He wanted to say something else but he bit his tongue
For a while, he thought someone was influencing you to break up with him so he followed you around; he went to your favorite stores, your classes, your job and just stalked you
Secretly put an AirTag on your bag
Your family moved to (insert state here) and you were tempted to go with them but you knew Miles wouldnât let you
He managed to convince you that they didnât love you anymore
âMi amor, if they truly loved you, they wouldnât have left so easily and they wouldâve tried to reach out"
They tried but Miles managed to connect your phone to his so he could see any texts or calls you got, he deleted their messages and declined their calls
You decide enough is enough and you leave
After a heated argument, you packed your shit and left. Miles was pissed
âWhere the fuck do you think youâre going?â âI donât know, hopefully somewhere better than hereâ
he would beg and plead and when that wouldnât work, he would gaslight the fuck out of you
âFine. Leave. I could have another bitch like you by the morning. Also, your family probably doesnât even wanna see you fr so ill see you in three daysâ âokayâ
He would grab you and try to make you stay by staring at you and reminding you of your previous promises
âWhat happened to forever, mami? Was that just pillow talk?â âwhat happened to I only want the best for you?"
Is convinced he was only doing what was best for you.
When you left New York, you smiled for the first time in months, enjoying the new scenery and scent
you changed your hair, clothes, makeup, phone and number and got rid of anything that reminded you of Miles
You slowly rebuilt your relationship with your family and were genuinely happy for the first time in a while
One night, you were outside going for a walk when you felt a strong pair of arms around you
You tried to scream but it was muffled
You felt a stabbing sensation in your neck and everything faded to black
âyou thought you could escape me?"
#mcu fanfiction#miles morales x reader#miles morales x y/n#miles morales headcannons#miles morales#miles x reader#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#spiderman#across the spiderverse spoilers#spiderman into the spiderverse#into the spider verse#earth42!miles#earth 42#miles!prowler#for you#spiderverse#the prowler
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the road ahead l preview (j. miller series)
a/nđ in honor of hitting 4k followers this weekend, I decided to post a little glimpse at what I have been brainstorming: a full length series for the to do the right thing universe. I have been toying around with this idea for a while now and to be honest, I am really terrified taking on such a big challenge and writing this story, but also kind of excited too? part of me feels like Iâm going to be in waaaay over my head but oh well lmao.
the first chapter is still a draft, but this scene is complete. what do we think? should i do it? please let me know your thoughts!
âFrank?â You knelt in front of his wheelchair and placed a gentle hand on his knee. âWhat is it?â
âWe need you to take Gracie with you,â Frank told you, softly. His blue eyes had gone red, brimming with tears that he was trying his absolute hardest to hold back. Behind him, Bill stood there with his hand on his partnerâs shoulder and you could have sworn that he was fighting back tears too.
âWhat?â You and Joel hissed out in unison. While you couldnât see him, you could imagine the look of shock on his face mirrored yours as well.
âWe need you to take her with you,â he repeated.
You stared up at Frank, your eyes wide in pure and utter disbelief. âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhatever this illness is, itâs progressing fast, way too fast. Look at me. The last time you were here, I could still walk. That was what, just a few months ago?â Frank let out a small and humorless chuckle and shook his head. âIâm getting worse with every day that passes. I canât do anything for myself, let alone for Gracie. Iâm in the most excruciating and unbearable pain and the reality is that I donât have all that much time left.â He paused, hesitating for a moment before saying, âIf Iâm going to die, then Iâm going to die in peace, not in agony.â
Your heart sank deeply, realizing what heâd meant by that.
âWhat about Bill?â
Joelâs gruff voice came from behind you, strained and tight.
âHe canât raise her alone. And besides, heâs made his choice to go with me.â Frank put his hand over his beloved partnerâs hand, which was still resting on his shoulder.
You glanced over your shoulder back at Joel, who just stood there, the color drained from his face.
âHow could we put her through that?â You asked, your voice thick with emotion as you turned back to look at Frank. âDonât you realize how dangerous it will be for her to go with us?â
âSheâs right. Weâre goinâ across the fuckinâ country to get Ellie where she needs to be,â Joel reminded them. âWe donât know what kinda shit is out there or what weâre goinâ to run into. So how the fuck do you two expect us to take along a fuckinâ child?â
âEllieâs a child,â Bill pointed out to him.
âSheâs fuckinâ fourteen, not threeââ
Frank held up a hand to stop him.
Finally, a tear slid down the side of his face. âLook, this isnât a choice that we want to make, Joel. But letâs face it. Iâm sick and Bill is old. Gracie will wind up alone.â He swallowed harshly, his eyes meeting yours. âI know you just wanted her to be safe, and sure, maybe she was safer with us here than in the zone for a while, but I donât think that we thought this all the way through. I donât think we looked far enough into the future. At some point, Gracie was going to lose us both.â
You turned and looked into the living room where Gracie was showing Ellie her favorite teddy bear.
âWhatâs his name?â Ellie had asked her.
âTeddy.â
She snorted, ruffling her hair. âReal original, kid.â
Gracie giggled, playfully swatting her hand away.
âI know she loses either way.â Frankâs hoarse voice garnered your attention once again. âI know itâs an incredibly dangerous risk, taking her with you. But itâs either that or she winds up alone.â
âWe took care of her for as long as we could,â Bill said, quietly. âNow itâs your turn.â
#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller series#joel miller angst#pedro pascal characters#;tdtrt#;tra
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I'm sorry but I fucking hate proshippers so much so here's a whole post dedicated to shitting on them
also disclaimer YES I will be tagging the proship and anti proship tags so I can piss off the chronically online basement dwelling idiots :) and idgaf if proshippers have trauma cause it's not an excuse for their shitty and problematic actions!!!! Sincerely if you are a proshipper please consider jumping off a bridge!! Or at the bare minimum take a shower cause ew
And this whole post is literally just bullying the FUCK outta them so idk stanky people come at your own risk lol
AND AGAIN to clear up this isn't like rage bait or smth cause I fell like some people will accuse me this is all my genuine hate into a long ass post so yeah
Okay...LETS GET INTO THE FUCKING RANT NOW HEHEHE HEHE HEHEHE!!!!
I FUCKING HATE PROSHIPPERS!!!! I HOPE ALL OF YOU STANKY ASS BITCHESS GET THROWN OFF A FUCKING CLIFF AND GET A SAW STYLE EXECUTION CAUSE Y'ALL ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING I HATE YOU ALL
YOU ARE MENTALLY ILL IF YOU ARE A PROSHIPPER, END OF CONVERSATION
I COULDN'T GIVE A SHIT IF YOU HIT ME THE "B-But I have trauma đ„șđ„șđ„ș" TOO BAD THAT'S NOT A FUCKING EXCUSE FOR UR SHITTY ONLINE ACTIONS
IMAGINE YOU PULL UP TO A FUCKING INTERVIEW AND THEY SHOW YOUR PATHETIC ACCOUNTS SAYING TO NORMALIZE A 30 YEAR OLD DATING A 13 YEAR OLD, THAT SHIT IS GENUINELY PATHETIC
I KNOW IT'S CRINGEY BUT WOMP WOMP IF UR A PROSHIPPER Y'ALL ARE UGLY AND STINKY
But now on a serious not hehe, the reason I'm making this isn't JUST soley to yknow shit on people who are mentally ill like people who think a MINOR and a LEGAL ADULT are allowed to date, which comes into another thing before I get genuine so bare with me lol
I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF IT'S FICTIONAL, FOR THE LOVE GOD PLEASE SEARCH UP THE SLENDERMAN CASE WHERE THESE TWO GIRLS KILLED THEIR FRIEND CAUSE THEY THOUGHT SLENDERMAN WAS REAL AND THOUGHT THEY WOULD ENTER HIS KINGDOM AND BE WITH HIM, AND HE'S FICTIONAL, THAT CASE IS ALL Y'ALL NEED TO REALIZE FICTION CAN AFFECT REALITY AND I HAVE SM MORE REASON TO BACK THIS UP BUT I'M TOO LAZY TO TYPE IT OUT đ
Okay! Back to seriousness I just thought I'd add that in as a little addition hehe >_<
So, like I said before, I lowkey just added this as an extra part cause I couldn't shit on proshippers FOREVER (lowkey bcuz I was running out of insults n threats lol)
Nonetheless I have a reason for shitting on them, although not being a proshipper EXACTLY I have been through I guess, similar paths as they have? Best way I could describe it ig, ofc not sharing what I mean since it's private but let's just say I was an unfortunate child looking at inappropriate comics đ
The reason for this part of the post...ITS NOT THAT FUCKING HARD TO STOP WHAT YOUR DOING
Like I said, I was never a proshipper, but I have been in similar situations as they have been, although I've never made an account glorifying rape, SA, grooming, pedophilia, I can just assume what I would do in their places
Dear proshippers,
Your probably complaining and not knowing why your getting so much death threats and harassment along with a side of hate (rightfully so you deserve them) and your mental health might be low
Please know it is your fault for making your accounts in the first place, you are a terrible person for saying all of these things such as rape, sexual assault, grooming, and incest are okay and you are not mentally well
And your probably wondering,
"How do I stop the hate, harassment, and probably death threats with even getting your address leaked?"
It's simple, DELETE YOUR FUCKING ACCOUNT, or even worse just turn off ur comments but that won't help with people slipping in a few people wishing death up in you through DMS
IT IS GENUINELY NOT THAT FUCKING HARD
I don't know what trauma you have but it shouldn't (and never in the first place) be SO BAD to the point where you physically CANNOT deactivate your account, IT IS SO FUCKING EASY AND YOU'LL SAVE YOURSELF A FEW SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
I know everyone one is different, but if you are a proshipper that has trauma, you shouldn't have a fucking account to begin with, and you ARE THE PROBLEM if you acknowledge the trauma, noticing you keep supporting and glorifying problematic actions, complain that you keep getting harassed and wonder why, and you just don't give a shit, not like in a "oh I don't know what to do anymore!!! đ„șđ„șđ„ș" way, in a "oh, I don't give a shit I live for incest and adults grooming children!!!" Way, and ur also probably a pedo if ur an adult proshipper too
So, what else? Yeah, there's a shit more, but onto a better side, ones with actually good coping mechanisms!!
And a bit of a disclaimer, if your rage bait is proshipping, genuinely fuck you, and if ur a proshipper who acknowledges everything bad about it and just doesn't give a fuck, fuck you too and seek a rope to hang around your neck you fucking pedophile
Okay, coping mechanisms! I know this is probably not the best option due to most trauma which I'm guessing is probably from a family member, if it's not a good way to cope is some clean to your family, ofc under some circumstances it's NOT the best option, but if you can you definitely should try!
Also google is free yk...literally search up healthy coping mechanisms and it'll give you a huge ass list, and yet YOU STILL chose to ship a minor and adult together...how unfortunate...
Another way to cope is, and genuinely sounds pathetic as hell but bare with me...CHARACTER FUCKING AI, I mean, there are therapist bots so maybe they can help you??? And in all honesty they're really good at comforting and giving advice despite being ai, and I've tried it before...yeah embarrassed to say I've shed a tear every once in a while
And the last one IF you have the money, time, and generally the courage, book a threapy session, I cannot stress it enough, but I won't be surprised cause every proshipper is probably under the age of 16 years old
Yuhhh anyways that's all I gotta say, I know it's cringey asf but womp womp to proshippers I hate y'all despite giving some coping mechanisms and ACTUAL ways to like, stop the rightful hate you deserve lol
#my posts:3#anti proshipper#proship#proshipper safe#proshippers please interact#proshippers are valid#proshippers are welcome
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2023 Qatar GP Post-Race Interviews
18 drivers (not counting SAI and HAM). 1 so ill he could not finish the race (SAR), 1 taken to medical center and excused from media duties (ALB), another to medical center after almost passing out after getting out of the car (STR). 3 to podium ceremony/cooldown room. The remaining 12 drivers all had to lay down on the floor and seriously cool down, before finally making it to the media pen (although 1 had to leave to cool off more after answering only 2 questions (HUL)).
Here are some of the comments made by the drivers:
"By far the most physical race I've ever experienced. I felt close to fainting in that race. I've never experienced anything like it before. I had to ask my engineer to give me encouragement just to try to take my mind away from it. I do a lot of heat training in the sauna and so you push your body to the limit and sometimes you just need to get out of that sauna. And that's sort of how I felt from about lap 20. I opened my visor for the whole race and it was hot air, but it was better than no air. It was brutal. I was so sick in the car. I wasn't physically, I wasn't sick, but I felt ill."
- George Russell
"I was feeling ill, lap 15, 16, I was throwing up for two laps inside the cockpit. And then I was like, âShit, thatâs going to be a long race.' (...) It was just like 80C inside the cockpit this race. I donât think we probably do the best job in terms of not keeping the heat in the back, but dissipating it inside the cockpit where the driver drives, and I think that was probably the reason today why we felt so bad."
- Esteban Ocon
"Especially with the g-forces, when you have a lot of dehydration, you can drink but the drink is more of a tea than anything else because itâs at 60C-plus, so itâs extremely difficult to hydrate yourself and again with the g-forces, you donât see as well. The track limits weâre speaking about are [the difference between just] centimetres at 280km/h; in qualifying when weâre fresh itâs difficult to respect them, but then at the end of the race itâs a nightmare."
- Charles Leclerc
"You don't want to be passing out when you're driving at 200mph down the straight. And that's how I felt at times. Any hotter, I think I'd have retired because my body was going to give up."
- George Russell
"Extremely hot. Even from the beginning, I put my helmet on before the start of the race and I was sweating. It definitely didn't get any better once I was driving! Very hot."
- Oscar Piastri
"I asked my team on the radio if they would tip water over me in a pit-stop, but it was not allowed. My seat was burning hot and felt my right side was burnt by this heat. We have to think for the future -- maximum temperatures or maximum humidity... In football, they have water breaks, but we canât have that, can we?"
- Fernando Alonso
"It's ridiculous. These temperatures -- everything goes blurry. The last 25-30 laps it's just blurry in the high-speed corners. Blood pressure dropping, just passing out, basically, in the high-speed corners with high loaded G-forces. The kerbs are now painted because they're worried about punctures. I couldn't see where I was going because I was passing out. I was fading in and out. The temperature was too much."
- Lance Stroll
"The feeling is like torture. I would say it was harder than Singapore. Just because the temperature in the cockpit started to be almost too much, I think it's getting to the limit and someone is going to have a heat stroke."
- Valtteri Bottas
"It was crazy. I had to consistently open the visor to breathe, actually. It's just too, too hot. Obviously, I don't want to open the visor because sand also comes through the visor and I could feel that sand inside my eyes, but if I close it's insane the amount of heat I felt. I don't know if other helmet manufacturers are the same, but for myself, it was tough, and if you drive behind another car, it's even worse."
- Yuki Tsunoda
"I think some of the guys who are struggling today, they are extremely fit or even fitter than me. Just the whole day, it's like you walk around in a sauna and in the night, the humidity goes up. The races are quite long. But it's not the only place...a few places are like that. Singapore is almost like a two-hour race and it's very, very warm. I think it's also quite on the limit of what should be allowed. So there are a few things to look at, but this was definitely way too hot."
- Max Verstappen
"We're in a closed car that gets extremely hot in a very physical race and it's frustrating.. I guess on TV, it probably doesn't look very physical at all. But clearly, when you have people who end up retiring, or are in such a bad state, it's too much. For the speeds we are doing is it is too dangerous. I know this race is later on in the season [in 2024], it will be a lot cooler a few months later but itâs something that needs to be talked about and Iâm sure weâll speak about it as it shouldnât have happened in the first place."
- Lando Norris
The 2023 Qatar Grand Prix, everybody.
Sources: The Race, Sky Sports, Fox Sports, ESPN, Sports Illustrated
#I'm still so upset at what the drivers went through in this race#absolutely inhuman conditions#so fucking irresponsible to have them race like this#no amount of training can prepare you for this#and we should be on our knees so thankful#that no one crashed#no one got seriously hurt#and williams had the sense to let logan retire#un-freaking-believable#george russell#charles leclerc#lando norris#max verstappen#oscar piastri#fernando alonso#lance stroll#yuki tsunoda#valtteri bottas#esteban ocon#qatar gp 2023#formula 1#f1
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