#i need like a week where i don't see *anyone*

[islandofthedollz]

Jimmy infantilizing a f!reader after physically and emotionally abusing her to the point where he's the only one she can rely on

❤︎Jailer ❤︎

⁠❥TW: Abuse, gaslighting, infantilizing, physical abuse, body shaming, Reader is 18

⁠❥ thanks for the request ILY babe :3 Hopefully the tags work and everything! I just really like talking and writing about toxic Jimmy

As you wiped down the counter, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. You were just a few months away from graduating high school and was looking forward to attending your dream college in the fall. You had worked hard to get good grades and had been accepted into a great program.

As you took a break to grab a drink from the back room, you noticed a guy sitting at a table by the window. He was older, probably in his early 30s, with a charming smile and piercing eyes. He caught your eye and nodded in your direction, and you felt a sudden jolt of attraction.

As you returned to the counter, he got up and walked over to you. "Hey, can I get a coffee?" he asked, his voice low and smooth like whiskey.

You smiled and started making his drink. "So, what brings you in here today?" Youasked, trying to make small talk.

"Just needed a break from the usual routine," he replied. "I'm Jimmy. I've never seen you around here before."

"I'm (Y/N)," you said, handing him his coffee. "I work here part-time. I'm a student too." You smiled.

Jimmy's eyes lit up with interest. "No kidding? What are you studying?"

You hesitated, not wanting to give too much away. "Just the usual stuff," you said, trying to brush it off.

But Jimmy was persistent. He started asking her more questions, and You found yourself opening up to him in ways you never had with anyone before. He was charming and witty, and seemed to understand you in a way that no one else ever had.

As the days turned into weeks, Jimmy became a regular at the cafe. He would come in every day, and you would look forward to seeing him. You would talk for hours, and you found yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.

As you started dating, Jimmy began to subtly manipulate you. He would make you feel guilty for not spending enough time with him, or for not being affectionate enough. He would criticize your appearance, telling you that you were too fat or too thin, and that you needed to dress more attractively. He would belittle your accomplishments, telling you that you weren’t good enough, and that you needed to try harder.

But as the relationship progressed, you started to notice that Jimmy was becoming more and more controlling. He would get jealous when you talked to other guys, and he would question you about every little thing you did. At first, you brushed it off as mere possessiveness, but as time went on, you started to realize that something was wrong.

One day, Jimmy asked you to drop out of high school and move in with him. "You don't need a degree to be successful," he said. "I can take care of you. You can focus on your passions and interests, and I'll support you."

You were taken aback. You had always dreamed of attending college, and the thought of dropping out of high school was unthinkable. But Jimmy was persuasive, and he made you feel like he was the only person in the world who truly understood you.

As you looked into his eyes, you felt a sense of doubt. Maybe he was right. Maybe you didn't need a degree to be successful. And besides, you are in love with him, and you wanted to make him happy.

"Okay," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll drop out of school and move in with you."

Jimmy's face lit up with a smile, and he pulled you into his arms. "I'll take care of you," he whispered. "I'll always be here for you."

As you looked into his eyes, you felt a sense of trepidation. You had just made a decision that would change your life forever, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences.

But as you hugged him back. Jimmy had set a trap for you, and you had fallen right into it. You were 18 years old, and you had just given up your education and your future for a guy you barely knew. You were in love with him, but you were also scared. You didn't know what the future held, but you knew that you were in for a wild ride.

As the days turned into weeks, your life became a living nightmare. Jimmy was controlling and manipulative, and he made you feel like you were worthless without him. He would yell at you, belittle you, and make you feel like you were the only person in the world who was stupid enough to fall in love with him.

He made you block your friends' numbers and wouldn't let you talk to your parents. He isolated you from the world, and you felt like you were losing yourself. You were trapped in a toxic relationship, and didn't know how to escape.

But what really took you by surprise was Jimmy's reaction when you brought up job searches for him. He was in between jobs, and you thought it would be a good idea for him to start looking for a new one. But every time you mentioned it, Jimmy would become physically abusive.

"Don't you dare bring that up again," he would say, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'll find a job when I'm good and ready. You just focus on taking care of me."

And with that, he would grab your arm and twist it, or push you against the wall. You would cry and beg him to stop, but Jimmy just wouldn't listen. He was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off at any moment. And then, one day, Jimmy's abuse went too far. He beat you so badly that you ended up in the hospital.

Jimmy would often make you feel like a child, talking down to you and making decisions for you. He would say things like "you're not mature enough to make your own decisions" or "you're too naive to understand what's good for you." He would take away your autonomy, making you feel like you were incapable of taking care of yourself.

He would make you dress in a certain way, telling you what to wear and how to style your hair. He would control what you ate, what you watched on TV, and what music you listened to. He would even control how you spent your free time, telling you what hobbies to pursue and what activities to avoid.

You felt like you were living in a prison, with Jimmy as your jailer. As the months went by, you became a shadow of your former self. You became depressed, anxious, and felt like you were sufficating. You were trapped, with no way out. You had lost all sense of identity, all sense of self, a mere ghost of the person you used to be.

And then, Jimmy would tell you that he would never leave you. He would say that you were his, and that he would always take care of you. He would make you feel like you were dependent on him, like you couldn't survive without him. And you would believe him, because you had no one else to turn to.

You would try to make him happy, to please him in every way. You would cook his meals, clean his house, and cater to his every whim. You would be his personal servant, his slave. And he would reward you with affection, with attention. He would make you feel like you were loved, like you were worth something.

But it was all a lie. Jimmy didn't love you, and he didn't care about you. He only cared about himself, and what he could get from you.

And you would stay with him, because you had no one else. You had given up on your education, your friends, and your family. You had given up on yourself. You were completely dependent on Jimmy, and you knew it.

As the years went by, you became more and more entrenched in the relationship. You lost all sense of identity, all sense of self. You were just a shadow of your former self, a mere ghost of the person you used to be.

And Jimmy would continue to abuse you, to control you, to manipulate you. He would make you feel like a child, like a servant, like a slave. He would take away your autonomy, your freedom, your dignity. And you would stay with him, because you had no one else.

You were trapped, alone, and broken. You were a prisoner in your own life, with Jimmy as your jailer.

[empthy1]

sugar mommy! tashi !! again. the torment will never end. i don't particularly want it to. ~350 word blurb.

"Mallorca or Mykonos, darling?" Tashi murmured as she noticed you awakening, seeing those eyes flutter. She adored you sleeping, but she liked you best somnolent and clinging to her. Especially when she could ask you such questions. To see you stumble over the cotton-feel and blearily attempt to articulate brought her more joy than it probably should.

"Hm?" You sound, sleepily into her skin, lips only parting for your tongue to wet them.

You're adorable. It's already midmorning. She's usually out of bed by now, slipping a robe over her negligee to get her routine started. Skincare, breakfast, the news. As it is everyday.

However, this morning she can do nothing. With you sprawled over her waist, head cushioned a silken-covered stomach, she can do nothing more than shift up against the headboard and catch up on her news in bed. She smiles as you melt back into her, yet without giving her the answer she needs.

"After the Roland-Garros. Where are we going, darling? Mallorca or Mykonos?"

She feels your huffing, puffed breath at the question. It slips warmly under the silk, making her thigh twitch minutely under your head. She sighs and rolls her eyes at your petulance.

"Darling, please. You know Roland-Garros is for me, and the trip after is for you. That's why I can't choose for you."

"But... we'll miss fashion week."

Ah. That's what's got you in a twist, isn't it? The tournament already eats away at two of those days, and the thought of relaxing on a Mediterranean beach, far from anyone isn't as appealing as sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with her at yet another show of skill. This time, air conditioned. Hopefully. She still shudders at the remembrance of Marc Jacobs, Spring Collection, 2018.

"...fine, darling. We can stay for fashion week. But we are going to the beach next year. I don't tan quite as well under camera flashes as I do under the sun." Her hand falls to your locks, pushing them from obscuring your visage. You glimmer under the morning sun.

...perhaps she's content to stay in bed a little while longer.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut

All bets are in! And ah yes, a meme episode for the meme show. Feels fitting, very on-brand! (no, don't mind the drama/thriller/horror stuff lol)

(the following is my live reaction:)

LOOK HOW PRETTY THIS IS!

can we PLEASE have more episodes at night just to have the Castle glow like this? I'm on my knees, begging. PLEASE

okay okay, I need a live wallpaper of the Showgrounds with the Castle, rollercoaster, and Ferris Wheel lit up. And little fireworks, dude.

THIS is why I want the Showgrounds just to be like a carnival with all the rides and stuff. It would be so fun.

ANYWAY AY it really is a new year's special, in a sense

So much really did happen this year and also Mr Puzzles mention

[*points at the Crew*] therapy, for all of you. now.

And Meggy, don't jinx it or he's gonna come back (actually please do)

whelp, that was a great episode :)

[*record scratch*] nvm, time for memes

thanks Mario

"I yearned for the mines" god it gave me flashbacks of when that line came up during the sonic 3 previews

that is very sibling energy trust (me ← oldest sibling)

😨 this is terrifying omg i think it took some years out of me

it's actually very sweet to have Mario and Luigi's brotherly moments here 💙

mario you could've just get yourself high dude

also, should've told me, let me get a drink real quick

they do be scheming

well there you go, i got my dose of sonic

WHERE ARE YOUR SUBTITLES? /ref

"what's this guys f****in problem??" 4 is just a silly guy :)

sorry Mario but duty calls for the meme guardian [*floats away*]

PFFT he does make those noises haha

just love how Mario's way of texting is just "look at dis! :D"

oh hey, that's 3 & 4's car from the "SMG4 Kids" episode

if this is a callback to that episode, respect 👍

YES please Mario we gotta have 3 in the new year's event

LOOK AT THEM 🥺

"...master." JUBJUB?! ...well shoot I guess to make the best memes, we need to get high (or the equivalent of a fever dream)

can we just take a moment to appreciate this?

also chris and swag drinking, i get it (gonna join you guys)

are you winning, Mario? hmm, "Find the Luigi or DIE!!!"

ok but like why have it set up to A BOMB?!

even Clench gets a small cameo

YEAH 3 did it!!!

...WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT DOESN'T COUNT? [*puts on lawyer glasses*] it said "Find the Luigi or DIE!!!", it didn't say "Find the Luigi in this meme or DIE!!!" therefore, 3 isn't technically wrong here

"but it said 'the Luigi'" in the SMG4 universe, it's entirely possible to have clones, especially for Luigi

anyway time to explode :D

Congrats to windrxx for your art being featured in the end credits! 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

I actually don't mind the whole "Mario Reacts passing as a regular episode" thing this time, we gotta end the year on a silly note. And what better way to do it than reviewing memes with Mario and the Crew!! Always appreciate the sillies 💙

So, to anyone from the Team who just happens to see this, in the holiday spirit: THANK YOU for another year of SMG4!!! it's been a fantastic journey as a viewer since 2014 and I can't wait to see what y'all have next. Keep up with the improvement and get yourselves a well-deserved break!!!

...still onto you for the foreshadowing, you ain't slick! when i get you Team when I get you- /silly

And to the fandom, it's been an honor to be a part of it. As a theorist, a writer, a reviewer. And I've enjoyed all the art, fics, animations, everything from you guys, so creative. I'll see you on the other side, onwards to 2025!!!

[dark-elf-writes]

Another prompt for birthday week if you dont mind: Inko tries to get back on Izuku’s good side after abandoning him at her brother Shouta’s place because Izuku is a famous hero. Izuku’s partner cuts her off

Hitoshi just wanted to go to sleep.

It was hardly a new feeling for him. There was little he loved more than sinking onto the nearest semi-flat surface to catch whatever sleep he could after finishing his patrols, made even better when he could coax Izuku to lay with him, so he could soak in their warmth and bury his face in their curls to just breathe them in. But here, standing halfway in one of the second floor windows and making eye contact with familiar green eyes in a very unfamiliar face standing in front of his front door, there was little he wanted more than to be decidedly unconscious.

Instead he sighed as he eased back out the window, making sure to slide it closed before he dropped down to meet their unwelcome guest. The last thing he wanted was the sound to carry and wake Izuku. They needed all the rest they could get before their own patrol started... or someone called in a Code Red that couldn't be solved by anyone else.

Hitoshi shoved his hands in the deep pockets of his jumpsuit, and dipped his head into the coils of his capture scarf, cursing himself for slinging off his persona chords and hanging them from his belt when he caught sight of their home.

"What?"

The woman blinked, seemingly taken aback by the rude demand. Hitoshi couldn't imagine what else she expected showing up on a stranger's doorstep before dawn.

"I want to see my s-- my child."

"Tough. Now leave."

"Excuse--!"

Hitoshi wanted to slam his head into the door, but that would, unfortunately, wake Izuku who would come running to find them on the doorstep. He settled for a bone deep sigh instead. "Look, there's no way in hell I'm letting you see anyone that you might think is in this house, and, no, I will not be passing a message either. It is as a courtesy you do not deserve and out of a deep desire not to do any more work tonight that I am not going to arrest you for trespassing right here. Leave before I decide that having you gone is worth more to me than my dislike of paperwork."

"You can't keep my from my child!"

A flash of anger had Hitoshi barking out a cruel laugh. "Your child? Where?"

"Izuku is--"

"An Aizawa. Or, technically, Shinsou-Aizawa now. You made it damn clear that they weren't your child when you abandoned them, just like they made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with you should you come crawling back now that you think they're suddenly valuable to you. Now I have had a very long night and don't have the patience to hold your hand through what child abandonment means. Get off of my property before I remove you from it. I guarantee I will enjoy the second option far more than you will."

Inko Midoriya huffed as she seemingly decided that whatever her plan was would work better when not in jail for trespassing and stomped her way back down the path. Hitoshi watched until she disappeared around the corner. Waited even longer until his phone buzzed in his pocket.

(How Nezu knew what was going on, Hitoshi didn't want to know. He liked being able to sleep whenever he could manage it, and the politest Not Shovel Talk of his life at sixteen had done enough damage to that already. All he needed to know was Nezu was just as protective over his former personal student as he was.)

Izuku stirred when Hitoshi finally slipped into bed, all sleep-warm skin and pillow lines through their smile as they seemingly tried to climb into him they pressed so close. "What took you so long?" They mumbled into his bare shoulder.

"Nothing important," He promised, pressing a kiss to their curls. "Just an annoyance."

They hummed and moments later their soft snores filled the room once more. Hitoshi smiled before following them into sleep.

[syndrossi]

resonant ch33 dvd commentary

This was a problem child of a chapter as I tried to figure out the best path toward the next set of plot points, which, combined with the work months (Nov and Dec) from hell meant it ended up a bit late and thereby thwarted my hopes of breaking 200K words of Resonant by year's end, alas.

Favorite line(s):

“I want his head,” Daemon croaked, unable to calm the racing of his heart. “I want to swing the blade that cleaves it from his shoulders. Do not deny me this, I beg of you.”

SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN SOMEONE'S HEAD, HE DESERVES IT. Reyne's, Crayne's, Allard's...he's not picky right now.

Daemon glanced at the red on Viserys’s white-and-gold sleeve, still bright somehow despite being half-dried. How is it that you seek to spend my blood, brother?

The "blood to be spent" is one of my favorite of the candle's refrains to weave in, and it was fun to have a literal representation here.

[The sobs] were as quiet as they were heartbreaking, each wracking him violently, as though the pain of it were trying to bend him in half.

Anyone who's had a really intense cry knows exactly what that feeling is.

Rhaegar seemed to read his expression, and his arms tightened around Qelebrys briefly, as though apprehensive, before steeling his face and turning toward his brother. It was an impulse that was all too familiar to Daemon. He does not want his brother to think him weak.

You know it's bad when Daemon is seeing parallels with him and Viserys, rather than Aemon and Baelon.

Favorite Details

Daemon's victory

As someone pointed out in the AO3 comments, this is a rare occasion where Daemon outplayed Otto, who seemed to be expecting his leaked information about Daemon being seen visit Mysaria in Flea Bottom to result in far more dire consequences for him. He didn't realize that Daemon had been withholding information of his own.

(Granted, Daemon would gladly have continued to withhold the information about the bounty on his own head, had it not been useful in the confrontation.)

Redfort brothers

Sorry, @textbookchoices, I think you were envisioning something quite different when I promised Redfort content...

I don't know, just the utter heartbreak/tragedy that was the Redfort twins' lives in those early years, where they didn't understand why people behaved so strangely and why there were so many unspoken rules. And adoring their older half-brothers, only to be utterly crushed when they never returned, convinced it was their own fault for daring to impose/ask. (When the reality was that this was near the time when Raymar's dye started failing and Allard was eager for the Redfort brothers to halt their visits anyway...)

But also the vulnerability Rhaegar/Raymar was willing to show, and the love the Daemon met it with. Raymar got a lot of much-needed affirmation this chapter, as much of an unsettling rollercoaster of emotion as it was for Rhaegar. They both needed that, and with the stress/upset over the rift with Jon, they were due for a meltdown.

Valyrian histories

I like to imagine Aegon entertained his sons with stories like that of House Dewald (the name itself me making a bad German pun, since the holdfast was near the edge of the forest aka "der Wald"), and Aenys passed it on to Jaehaerys who passed it on to his sons and grandsons. So much of that purely oral history would have been lost in the Dance, with only the children surviving.

And the Valyrians love their stories of "why you should never try to steal dragon eggs, aka because we'll kill you really, really dead."

Dynamics

Daemon and Viserys

Not Viserys's best day ever, though he's not quite as clueless as he seems in giving Reyne an extension. (His reasoning is "I'll need a little time to get a replacement ready and minimize the harm during the transition if he truly is a traitor," hence the one week for Reyne to "prove" himself.)

If things go poorly (aka proof of treason is found), Reyne could very well lose his head!

But that's little comfort to Daemon, who continues to feel (rather fairly) that Viserys won't go beyond half-measures for him, while he'll bend over backward for everyone else.

@marmari33 had a very insightful ask on the topic of how Viserys acts when Daemon is on the verge of a breakdown (aka he's most willing to act the comforting big brother then), so I won't rehash it here, but that's another complicated piece of their dynamic.

At the end of the day, the problem is still that although you can't go around beheading everyone without proof, Viserys's touch is far too light given how serious the treason that was committed by House Royce (and Redfort) under House Arryn's stewardship. Viserys being willing to cede the negotiation ground to the Vale give them the home field advantage/the sense that he's willing to be lenient.

Rhaegar and Raymar

These two have been more integrated than Jon and Jon Redfort by a wide margin, but Rhaegar was feeling it this chapter. As mentioned above, he's eight-years-old and he's in a cold war with his brother who he idolizes and doesn't trust him, which hurts, so he's primed for a breakdown. The hair dye background, which is a particular pain point for Raymar, just opened the floodgates.

Those with a keen eye will notice that Jon has also been more affected by his counterpart of late, so there may be a ticking time bomb there to reckon with...

Quick hitters

It felt almost like a simulated D&D session, the events at the end of the chapter. There were about ten different things that could have happened instead, but this is what the dice (and Daemon) landed on.

It remains ambiguous just how much of Reyne's failure is incompetence, malice, or both.

Larys is back at the Red Keep now, btw...

What was Jon so cheerful about when he found them at the enclosure? We'll find out next chapter...

Daemon's violent outbursts are never not nerve-wracking for the poor Kingsguard. Granted, he's never harmed Viserys, but the sounds of a man breaking a chair by slamming it repeatedly into the ground are not gentle.

The one thing about Daemon's hunger for Allard's head is that it doesn't take into account what the boys might want.

How did Reyne come to know of Daemon's visit? He only showed his face to the woman at the "front desk" so to speak of the establishment, and Mysaria herself. Is Mysaria still informing on Daemon to Otto for a price? Does that still make sense, given the promised rewards from Daemon? Or is it another source?

Daemon's anger tends to have an insulating effect against the candle, while despair/grief make him susceptible, and we see both sides of that coin in this chapter. Though it also remains an open question of whether there is always a warlock "manning" the candle, or if it has any passive effects.

Daemon remains best dad when it comes to finding ways to cheer up his sons. Plotting the perfect flight path to find some natural beauty for Rhaegar followed by interesting ruins of a military defeat for Jon.

The saddle refitting is complete, meaning the boys can take a field trip at any given moment...

Cut scenes/moments

“If I tell you of my own troubles with my brother, will you tell me of yours?” Daemon asked. His son’s grip tightened on the cup, then slackened. “It is nothing.”

The scene was already pretty long, and it didn't feel the right time/moment to veer into the Rhaegar-Jon conflict.

That was the provence of Allard Royce, for those years of cruelty. Lorent Reyne, for dismissing the whispers from the Vale that would have united Daemon with his sons years before. Rhea Royce, for devising such a heartless scheme, and the Redforts for aiding her in it. I will see them all burn.

Just a little extra seething from Daemon that I ended up cutting. I think it's pretty well understood within the chapter that Daemon is hungry for blood/revenge.

“He does not trust me. He thinks that I am weak.” “I am certain that is not so,” Daemon said. Rhaegar’s shrug was listless. “I understand why he believes it to be true. He is able to resist the candle, where I have failed. I was the one foolish enough to drink the cider at the Saltpans and be taken. When we were captive, he challenged Crayne and I—I feared him.” His voice grew thicker with upset, each word escaping him quickly than the last, until he was stumbling over them at the end. Daemon pulled him onto his lap, resting his chin atop his hair as he held him. “You are a child. You are allowed to be frightened.” Rhaegar twisted free, springing to his feet with fists balled tight. “Jon isn’t. He is never frightened. He thinks that he must keep me safe, whatever the cost to himself.” “I am your father. That is my duty.” Daemon caught one of his small fists, clasping it between his hands. “I will keep you safe, both of you.” His son regarded him with a solemn expression that pierced his heart. Aemon. “You will not always be there to protect us.” The chill of winter gripped Daemon suddenly, bitter and harsh in his lungs. The crimson of his blood on Viserys’s white sleeve swam before his eyes, only it was snow he saw now, stained with lifesblood, more than a body could spare. “Do not say that,” he whispered, heart seizing.

A little more of the Rhaegar-Jon conflict that I was a bit sad to see go because of the "blood to be spent" imagery melding with the Wall vision.

And there's one more cut scene (the longest) I'm holding onto in case it's relevant next chapter. If not, I'll share it in that DVD commentary!

[grapejuice32]

Make it work: Part 2

Spencer Reid x reader

Part 1 here

Notes: a part 2 of reader meeting the team was requested by @aasmalfoy but I got a bit carried away so reader will meet the team in part 3 along with having a well needed talk with Spence! <3

Two months had passed since you told Spencer you were pregnant, and you had finally had a week long break in filming. You were barely showing yet and luckily your character on the show wore pretty baggy clothing, so you were able to get away with it for the time being. You were flying back to Washington and would finally be meeting Spencer's team and sharing the news with them. You weren't entirely sure that they were aware the person they would be meeting was Spencer's girlfriend considering, from what he told you, he only asked them to come to dinner with him and someone he'd like them to meet. But equally, you reminded yourself that they were a team of profilers so it didn't take a genius to figure out who he wanted them to meet. You shook your head and rubbed your eyes, you knew you were overthinking things, but you couldn't help it. What if they didn't like you? What if they weren't happy for Spencer? What if- you groaned and threw your head back against the seat, trying to knock the thoughts out of your head, to no avail.

After you landed and went through bag check, you walked out into arrivals, you'd allowed some part of you to hope that Spencer would be there to collect you, a disappointed sigh escaping you when you couldn't see him. A share pain shot through you as you bit the your lip too hard, blood slowly seeping from the cut you'd just made, you sniffed and blinked away the tears that had started to line your eyes.

"Are you okay?" A man's voice came, you turned to face the stranger and nodded, "Oh, uh, you're bleeding." His voice came a bit panicked, you watched as he rifled through his pockets and found a pack of tissues, he pulled out a clean one for you and you held it out to your lip until it stopped bleeding.

"Thanks," you whispered, too caught up in your own thoughts to notice the pictures that were being taken of you and the stranger.

He shrugged, "It's no problem, but seriously, are you okay? You look like you've been crying."

"Yeh, it's just um, I thought my boyfriend would be here to pick me up, I've not seen him for two months...but he's not," you weren't sure why you were telling the stranger all this but you couldn't help it, you felt so isolated, it's not like you could vent to anyone you worked with because Spencer had requested that you still kept your relationship a secret until he had told the team, with you being in the public eye and all, "and I mean, I know he's probably busy with work and all but I'm only here for a week and I just thought that maybe..."

He sighed and nodded, "I'm really sorry about that, if it helps, I was here to pick up my girlfriend and when I got here, she said that she wasn't coming anymore because she wanted to break up as she had found someone new where she lived."

"Oh my god," you laughed, "sorry, I don't mean to laugh but."

"No I-its okay, it's kind of funny," he laughed with you, "I'm Tom, by the way."

You introduced yourself and the two of you shook hands, Tom began to speak again, a smile on both your faces, "Hey look, if you need a friend in the city while your here, or just a friend in general..."

"Thank you," you grinned, "I may just have to take you up on that"

"You know, since your boyfriend isn't here to pick you up, um, did you want to like get lunch? There's a pretty good burger place on the ro-"

"I know exactly which one you mean, I love it there." You nodded, agreeing to his lunch invite.

The two of you had a pretty good time getting to know each other, it was really freeing to make a friend who you could actually confide in, sure you had your family etc but it wasn't the same. Tom had offered really great insight and had just sat and listened as you were finally able to talk about the past few months, a weight lifting off of your shoulders now that you were finally able to tell someone about everything that had been troubling you. Sure you could tell Spencer, but it wasn't the same, you needed someone to talk to who wasn't your boyfriend and now you finally had the, you had a friend. The both of you sat there talking for a couple of hours before you grew sick of the smell of the burger and decided to go to a park, you had swapped over and he was now wheeling your suitcase for you. You'd both been sat on a park bench when your phone started ringing, you picked it up, seeing that the caller ID read Spencer.

S: Hi, sweetheart, 'm so sorry I wasn't there to pick you up. Did you get home okay?

You: I, um, I'm not a home yet, I went to the park. S: Oh, okay well, be careful if you're there on your own. You: I'm not, on my own I mean, I'm with a friend.

S: Okay, well listen...I'm um, I'm not going to be home until tomorrow at the latest there's a c- You: There's a case, yeah, I gathered. S: Are you okay? You sound upset You:... S: Hello? Sweetheart? Are you still there? You: Mhm S: Are you okay?

You: Yeah, the job comes first, right? S: I mean, yes but it's, look if you want me to come back I- You: No, don't, the team needs you I'm sure. S: Angel, look 'm really sorry I'm not there, okay... You: You should probably get back to work

S: No I can- You: It's fine, the faster you get back to it the faster you can come home, right? S: I, no not exactl- You: Okay, well be safe, yeah? I'll message you when I'm home. S: Sweethe-

You hung up, tears filling your eyes again, you turned to Tom, "Am I being dramatic?"

He exhaled thoughtfully, "If he's making you feel like shit, then I don't think it's dramatic at all. Especially if stuff like this is a regular occurrence."

You bit the inside of your cheek, "I guess, but when we first got together, he made it clear that the job came first, you know? I knew what I was getting myself into, but it-its really hard, and I-I just feel so isolated." Your voice broke as the tears began to slowly roll down your cheeks.

Tom placed a hand on your shoulder, comfortingly rubbing his hand up and down your arm, "Maybe that's the case, but either way, you're the mother of his child...you should be first, not the job, even if he told you when you first got together that the job came first, its sort of cruel...he didn't even tell you that he wouldn't be able to pick you up."

You shrugged, but you knew he was right, "I guess."

"I think you should talk to him about it, you have a baby on the way, it can't go without being addressed."

You just nodded in agreement. That night you didn't make it home till about 6pm, having spent the rest of the day in the park before it had started to go dark and get a bit cold with the sun setting. Similar to two months ago when you came to see Spencer, you ordered takeout and rewatched Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, the pregnancy hormones causing you to react more severely to how you usually did, despite having watched the film countless times.

You hadn't heard from Spencer since he liked the message you sent about you being home safe so you decided to just call it a night, worn out by the crying you had done at the end of Revenge of the Sith. The next morning, you woke up, groaning when you checked the time only to see it was already midday. There was still no word from Spencer and you became slightly worried that something had happened, you knew that he was probably okay, but there would also always be the possibility of him getting in trouble considering what his job was. You weren't able to find much motivation to do much of anything today, so instead you lay in bed pretty much all day, eating leftover takeout and reading one of the many books strewn about the room. By the time it hit 10:30, you found yourself already exhausted, despite doing nothing at all with your day, you'd still heard nothing from Spencer and had therefore barley been on your phone al day apart from messaging back and forth with Tom when texted to check in on you.

Not willing to fight see any longer, you turned off the bedside lamps you'd had on and wrapped the sheets around you, finding yourself more on Spencer's side of the bed than your own. A few hours into you being asleep, you faintly heard the sound of the front door opening but it didn't manage to wake you, too consumed in your deep sleep. It was only when you felt the bed dip and an arm slide around you that you slightly opened your eyes in a squint, you could faintly make out the figure in front of you, but still mumbled groggily, "Spencer?"

" 'S okay, go back to sleep, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice instantly bringing you comfort, "we'll talk in the morning, okay?"

You nodded and buried your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a sleepy, "love you."

You were just able to catch him whispering, "I love you, angel." into your hairline after pressing a kiss to your temple before you fell back into a deep and peaceful sleep, knowing now that Spencer was safe and with you.

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3

[eyneyke]

Caught red handed

Pairing: Max Verstappen x PewDiePie!sibling Summary: What if Felix had a genius brother who works as a RedBull's engineer and is also secretly dating Max part 11 of A Calm to my Storm Masterlist

It was a late afternoon at the Red Bull Racing garage after a successful quali. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the team celebrated their latest pole. Max and Sam had taken a moment to step away from the hustle, retreating to a quieter corner where they could enjoy each other’s company without the watchful eyes of the world.

As they shared soft kisses, wrapped up in their own little world, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway. Checo Pérez and Christian Horner entered the garage, engaged in conversation about the race and its outcome. They walked toward the area where Max and Sam were, oblivious to the couple’s presence.

Suddenly, Checo paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening. He nudged Christian, who turned to see what had caught Checo’s attention. The sight of Max with his hands tangled in Sam's hair, their lips pressed together, sent a wave of surprise through both of them.

Christian clears his throat while Checo speaks. “Uh… guys?” Checo exclaimed, raising an eyebrow.

Max and Sam pulled apart instantly, their faces flushed with heath. Max’s eyes darted to Checo and Christian, trying to gather his thoughts. Sam’s cheeks turned bright red, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Christian stepped forward, a playful smirk on his face. “Well, well, well... Looks like we’ve stumbled upon a little secret, haven’t we?”

Max sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Uh, hey, guys. This isn’t what it looks like…” Sam gives him a look that screams 'You are not fooling anyone' and then looks back at Christian and Checo with a slight smile.

Checo couldn’t help but laugh. “Really? Because it looks like you two were getting pretty cosy.”

Max cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. “We were just—uh—talking about car designs. You know how it is.”

Christian chuckled. “Sure, car designs. That’s what they call it these days.”

Max shot him a glare, but it was light-hearted. “Fine, you caught us. But can you blame us? It’s been a long week.”

Checo raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, no judgement here. It’s great to see you two fineally got your act together. Just… maybe not in the here in the garage next time? You know the garage filled with the cameras? If you are not trying to get caught, of course.”

Max laughed, a bit relieved. “Right, noted. We’ll keep it out of the public area of the garage.”

Sam finally found his voice, turning to Christian. “I hope this doesn’t change anything with my job. We didn’t mean for anyone to find out like this but we have been together for a while now and we are working even better than before.”

Christian shook his head, a warm smile on his face. “Don't worry Sam, you guzs are good. As long as it doesn’t affect Max’s performance on the track or yours in the garage, we’re all for it. Just keep it a bit more discreet. We don’t want the media getting wind of this before you two are ready and want to come out.”

Checo grinned, crossing his arms. “Just think of the headlines: ‘Max Verstappen’s Secret Weapon—His Hot Engineer!’”

Max rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t suppress his smile. “Thanks for the support, guys. Really. And I promise to keep it under wraps… at least until we’ve won the championship.”

With that, the tension in the air eased, and the group shared a laugh. Checo clapped Max on the shoulder before walking away, teasingly calling back, “Just keep those hands to yourself in the garage!”

Christian lingered a moment longer, looking between the two. “Just remember, this team is like family. We support you and all that. So if you ever need anything or advice on how to navigate this, just let me know. I’ve seen my fair share of relationships in this sport and many more burn just because the couple couldn't communicate.”

As Christian headed out, Sam turned to Max, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Guess the secret’s out now.”

Max chuckled, leaning into Sam’s side. “At least they took it well. I was worried about how they’d react. I'm just happy Christian took it well. God knows my actual dad wouldn't.”

Sam kissed the top of Max’s head, his heart swelling with affection. “We’ll figure it out together. And for the record, I don’t mind the world knowing about us, as long as we’re happy.”

With renewed energy, they returned to their post-race celebrations, ready to tackle whatever came next—together.

[a-sour-nectarine]

Anyone who hates Sam Winchester because they love Dean doesn't understand. Yes, he's a brat. He's ungrateful. His Heaven doesn't even include the man who gave everything for him.

Because he's a little brother.

My sister's paradise is probably one where she doesn't need me to smother her too, where I'm not spending all my time between her and the rest of the world. My sister is a brat. My sister is ungrateful.

She's my little sister.

I raised her. Not because my parents didn't try, or weren't there, not like these fictional characters i see us in, but because she didn't let them. She wouldn't even speak to my father until she was six. Loved him. Fell asleep on his chest, made him tuck her into bed, dragged him to her soccer games, gave him Christmas presents she agonized over for weeks. But she was selectively mute until she was about 15. She spoke to me and our cousin almost exclusively. She would shut down the minute my mother tried to parent her, tell her to eat her vegetables, help her with her homework. So yeah, i was her parent. I convinced her to eat her vegetables. I helped her with her homework.

So i know that it's different, when you raised a sibling. The give and take is different. I do more for her than she does for me, just like how your mother should do more for you than you do for her. And i giggle with her about the boys she thinks are cute, but im also the one asking why she isn't back from her date yet, its midnight, come home please i cant fall asleep until you do.

Dean wouldn't expect Sam to treat him the way he treats Sam. Sure, he might wish it. But eventually, you come to terms with the fact that you are the caretaker here. And you don't love them any less for it. As hard as you try, you can't resent them for it like they do you.

You can't.

[death-breeds-wisdom]

Lies from the main blog because i would so become an alcoholic given the chance. I wouldn't pick vodka either for my beverage of choice, I'd pick the fucking handmade pretentious ass ciders and champagne they serve at exhibition openings.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[aeolianblues]

I'm not an extrovert. At all. In everyday life, I'm a yapper, sure, but I need someone to first assure me I am okay to yap, so I don't start conversations, even when I really want to join in sometimes! It's just the social anxiety acting up. God knows where from and why I lose a lot of my inhibitions when it comes to talking to people about music. I don't know where the confidence has suddenly sprung from. I've made a crazy amount of friends in musical circles, either just talking to people about common music or (since it is after all in music circles) talking to bands about their own music. I let out a sigh of relief any time an interaction goes well, because in truth it's going against my every instinct. I wish I could do that in everyday life

[naamahdarling]

Can't wait to see what the consistently uncooperative nurse who answers my GP's messages has to say, if she messages me back. I bet you twenty bucks right now her reply makes it obvious that she didn't even glance at the rest of the thread.

Lady, you have way more going on than me. I know you're busy. I also know I am annoying. I'll stop bothering you if you tell me what you need from me so I can move on to the next step because until you do, I can't. Stop wasting your own time.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

not dipping back there again after this, but my opinion on where the discourse re: us politics is heading is not getting any nicer.

[fitzselfships]

So crazy how I can go from having a great day to all of a sudden remembering an upsetting dream I had last night and it just. Instantly ruins my mood </3

[beanswithbones]

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[phantajam]

my hot take about descendants is that NONE of the core four were ready for a relationship until maybe like, the third movie (rant in tags)