#i would appreciate them getting the credit they deserve

[kittynugg]

i wrote some more stangst. forgst, if you will

prev stangst

words: 1,737 (see what i did there.)

p.s: reblogs are appreciated, and do not tag as ship. all interactions are platonic. also this one is gonna be a lot worse than the last one i speedran it im so so sorry i'll probably revisit this later

Ford glanced down to the dimensional translator on his wrist. Gifted to him by a group of refugees before he escaped the nightmare realm, it was.. Something. He was still figuring out half of the features, but he’d deduced that it worked as a translator, watch (counting the days since it happened was fun. Thirty-two days), and a wallet holding a currency called “credits”. Luckily for him, all the places he’d been to seemed to take them.

The entire multiverse had a universal currency except for Home. He’d be damned.

In front of him stood a large, futuristic building with a holographic sign that read, “HUMAN HOTEL”. With smaller text saying, “The authentic Earth experience!” Ford doubted that. Regardless, it was the first hotel he’d seen that didn’t look.. bad. But with all good things came caveats. Because the hotel was not bad, he could not afford it.

Did he want food, or shelter?

He looked up at the sky, stars and distant dimensions twinkling above him in a display that was beautiful for the first few days he’d spent in this hellscape, and sighed. It wasn’t beautiful anymore. He missed when it was beautiful.

It’d been a while since he’d slept. Running on empty like this was a horrible idea.

Food for that day had been taken care of– he ate at a restaurant just down the street (well, he’d heard people call them “systems”, but he stuck to calling them streets for familiarity). But if he spent money on a hotel he wouldn’t eat later. But if he spent money on food he’d have to either stay awake even longer than he already had or find somewhere else to sleep. Somewhere he’d be much more vulnerable than a hotel room.

..Maybe he just wanted to sleep in a bed. Fine. Fine! He’d admit! It’d been a while!

Look at him. He had an education and he was trying to decide between sleeping or eating. It just felt like “bad or worse”! This was.. Frankly, this was bullshit. What did he do to deserve this!? 

…

He didn’t get it. 

A deep breath was taken, and he steeled himself. With every problem came a solution. And he was going to find it. 

Ideas already ran through his mind– what if he.. Tried to charm the receptionist?

He walked up to the receptionist with a completely blank expression. “I like your face hole!” chirped Ford in a too-loud voice, and the receptionist screamed and clocked him in the head with a tape dispenser.

Right, he was terrible with people. 

Perhaps he could break in.

Ford cackled maniacally as he pushed down the plunger of a comically-large detonator, and the wall blew up in a spray of debris. About five seconds later the police showed up and he had a different place to stay the night– wherever they took criminals in the multiverse.

No, and why was that fantasy so cartoonish?

As he denied several more plans, he decided that nothing would work. Then he’d just.. Go a little longer without sleep, that was fine. That was great, even! So great that he didn’t want to look at that sign anymore, or the building!

Two.. people? Walked past him, and a snippet of their conversation registered in his mind. “Yeah, so, I’m just gonna say it. I was totally lying.” “Ooh, you are just a bitch!”

Curiosity about whatever drama they were in aside, maybe lying wasn’t a bad idea.. Yes! That was it! But what lie to tell? His eyes darted around.

There was no sign of a real human in the area, he noted as he side-eyed an m-shaped person walking past. Hopefully he never found what dimension that was from. No humans in a place made to be human like. That was exploitable. 

Like second nature (he assumed it was all the liars in his family) he spun what he could only hope was a believable story, took a breath, put on his “social interaction” face, and walked up to the entrance. He fixed his coat and smoothed out his hair.

“You gotta look like you belong,” he remembered him saying in high school. The day he shoplifted beer from a gas station. “Nobody’ll give you shit if you ARE the shit, y’see?”

Maybe he could do something good for once instead of ruining Ford’s life. Again. 

Ford pushed the door open with that idle smile he trained himself to keep on around people, looking around the room. It looked.. Just like a hotel back on Earth, he noted in spite of the striking appearance it had outside, adjusting his translator until the person at the desk made sense.

“Khoor, zho- pbzr gb gur- human hotel! How can I help you?” They leaned against the counter, a nametag pinned to their shirt reading.. Symbols he didn’t care to translate at the moment. 

In spite of his exhaustion, he greeted them with a small wave. “Hello! I was sent from Earth to judge the validity of this establishment’s claims.” He did air-quotes with his fingers (nobody seemed to mind that he had six) as he recited, “‘The authentic Earth experience’-- we have laws against false advertising.”

The receptionist blinked all four eyes at him, then narrowed them with concern. “Oh.. I see.” They nodded, a three-fingered hand raising to scratch at their chin. 

“It seems to me like the lobby is very authentic, but I’ll need to perform a thorough examination.” He made a show of looking around, appraising the interior decoration. Then his eyes darted to the room keys hanging on the wall behind the desk. Which rooms weren’t booked.. A random one was picked and he said, “room 104 is already reserved for me,” and then prayed.

Ford kicked the door to room 104 open with a thud, spinning the key on his finger with a triumphant laugh. Then he cleared his throat and politely closed the door behind him because he wasn’t an animal and there were other people here and he should be considerate. 

The key was lazily abandoned on the bedside table, and Ford faceplanted into the pillow. He didn’t even take off his shoes. That was how tired he was. Now that he’d hoodwinked his way into shelter, he could afford to eat something tomorrow. Perfect! And all it took was..

He sighed.

His advice. He couldn’t believe he’d listen to him after everything. No, he couldn’t believe that it worked! He couldn’t believe he stooped to his level, and was rewarded for it with a warm hotel room! For doing nothing! 

..It was a damn comfortable bed, though. 

“So what if I’m no better than him?” He asked himself. “Maybe.. Maybe he was onto something. Just because he had a vision doesn’t mean he’s in the right.”

Rolling onto his back, he stared at the ceiling.

“What am I if not a conman just like him and Dad..?” He dragged a hand down his face. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that the restaurant he’d eaten at earlier was called “Tom’s Existential Bites”, why would he eat at– and the slogan, “Food so good you’ll wonder what the point is if we’re all gonna die in the end”!? 

Shaking his head, he continued his little soliloquy. “What would he say about it? ..He’d probably encourage it.” A chuckle escaped him despite himself. He mumbled in his impression of Stan, “stealing’s fun, too, you should try it. Can’t afford to BUY anything.”

Scoffing, he silently questioned what prompted Stan to say that. “You’re the one who did this, if I were Home I’d be doing perfectly fine.”

“You’re not, though,” he felt deranged for responding to himself like this. But.. Stan’s voice was irritatingly soothing in a way. The first human beside his mother who made him feel human and the last human voice he’d ever hear beside his own. “And you’d still have to deal with–”

“Him.” This was devolving fast, that interruption came too naturally. He was too used to acting out non-player characters in Dungeons, Dungeons and More Dungeons. Oh, fuck.

Ahem, ‘Stan’ replied, “yeah. Him. Never told me who ‘him’ is, by the way.” 

Familiarity was a thing humans clung to for dear life. That’s all this was. The desire for familiarity. This was his humanity shining through in a place where humans didn’t exist.

“I.. couldn’t tell you. But he’s hurt me.” A hand reflexively brushed underneath his right eye. “..Severely.”

“I’ll kill him. I swear, Ford. You know I’d do that for you, right?” 

He bit his lip, unsure if the statement was true. He wasn’t sure of anything. “Right. He’s much stronger than you think, though, he would just..” His chest tightened, and he hated it. This shouldn’t affect him. 

Alas, the thought of what Bill did to him– the thought of that happening to Stan– made his eyes sting with tears. “The shit he did to me.. I can only hope he’s not back Home right now, playing the same games with you.” He blinked, and a single tear rolled down his right eye.

“Don’t–” he took in a shaky breath. “Don’t cry. You’re better than this.” He pathetically cupped his own cheek to wipe away the tear, half-pretending it was Stan. “I’m not gonna fall for his shit, okay? Worry about yourself right now, get some rest.”

Ford’s brows furrowed, and he shook his head. “I wanted to,” he muttered, “but I don’t think I can.” He ran a hand down his face. “This must be how I made you feel. Trapped, afraid..”

“Hey, don’t be like that, you..” he trailed off, shaking his head. This was pointless. The quicker he rested up, the quicker he could get back to his mission, the quicker he could defeat Bill and live. The quicker he could fucking live.

He rolled over, not without a final plea under his breath. “..Please, Stanley.” A beat of silence passed. “Just please be okay.”

Stan was resourceful. That was how he survived after he got him kicked out. Stan would be fine.

He had to be.

“Love you, bro,” he said in Stan’s voice to himself. Why would Stan love him after everything?

He didn’t know, but he replied, “I love you too, Stanley.” The next words escaped him almost on instinct as he shut his eyes and already found himself drifting off. “..I’m sorry for everything.”

[redwinelew]

you're my best friend | lewis hamilton [1/3]

social media au. black + actress!reader

summary — you and lewis have been the best of friends for years but the world thinks there might be something more. until.... (read part two here)

face claim — taylor russell

song — you are in love by taylor swift (taylor's version)

warnings — fluff (for now, more angst in the future lol), inconsistent timeline, lmk what else i missed

author's note — as always pls ignore the dates, time, likes, rts etc i really can't be bothered to change them 😭😭

all pictures taken from pinterest. credit to owners.

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lewishamilton happy birthday to the girl who always puts the biggest smile on my face. i love you sweetheart.

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user1 the caption is so fucking insane lmfao

user2 show this post to someone who doesn't know who they are and i bet that person will most definitely that they're dating

user3 user2 ???? are friends not allowed to wish each other happy birthday now or did i miss something

user2 user3 not with that kind of caption no you don't lmfao

francolapinto happy birthday ynln !

ynln francolapinto thank you franco!! ❤️❤️

user4 they're just friends yall they've been friends for years pls

user2 user4 uh huh yeah sure jane

user5 user2 maybe don't speculate about real people's personal life??

user2 user5 can't i'm too nosy

user5 user2 ok yk what what's kinda valid

user6 thank god they're just friends actually cause otherwise the age gap would be insane

user7 user6 1) none of your business if they're dating or not 2) she's a grown 30 year old woman???? istg why can't yall just let ppl be happy

chappellroan happy birthday baddie

ynln chappellroan *totally not freaking out that my fave singer just wished my happy birthday* thank u queen!!

user8 ynln bestie that is SO real of u

ynln you're extra sappy today

lewishamilton ynln it's your birthday of course i'm sappy. i'm always sappy for you.

ynln lewishamilton loser

lewishamilton ynln just for you

user9 ynln lewishamilton i'm gonna jump off a cliff

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ynln i was lucky to have been there during your glory days, but i think i was even luckier to get to support you through one of the most difficult moments in your career and maybe even your life back in 2021 because i know that those dark days would not last forever. i hope you know that you deserve every bit of this win, my darling angel. i love you so much lewishamilton.

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user1 i feel so normal about this caption

user2 what kind of friends call each other sweetheart and my darling angel

user3 user2 ikr like atp they're def oblivious

user4 user3 or maybe they're just scared to confess bcs they don't want to ruin their friendship

user5 user2 there's no way that they're dating like have u guys seen his dating history? he likes older women (nicole, shakira). yn is only 30. maybe they really are just friends

user6 user5 yeah now that u mention her age...... kinda weird to ship them idk

user7 user6 girl she's a grown ass adult woman tf are u on about 😭😭

zendaya send my congrats to him ❤️❤️

ynln zendaya i will!!

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— thank you for reading! part 2 is coming soon <33 as always reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated!!

[speed-world]

do you think you could do one with Shadow milk cookie x reader, where reader is like his stage assistant, hypeman, supporting role kind of thing, reader is like fully fine with atrocities shadow milk

maybe something with like reader also having been sealed separately from the beasts so shadow milk would probably have to try and find where reader was sealed while the brave and others were running around

- :D

His partner in crime

You and Shadow Milk Cookie were almost like The Joker and Harley Quinn (minus the cycle of abuse-)

He always loves and appreciates whenever you help him out in setting up a play. Whether that be designing the characters with him, arranging the props and stage in the best condition, and even just rooting for him!

There are even times when you help him write out the script for his plays, which he adores so so very much!!

He’ll always make a point to credit you in the most dramatic and loving manner whenever you help him. And boy do I mean dramatic-

“Thank you all so so so so much for enjoying the show! But the real star that deserves the glory is my dazzling, extraordinary, and adorable~…Y/N Cookie!!!”

A giant spotlight was cast on you as confetti and ribbons popped out all over the audience. You smiled and bowed as Shadow Milk applauded you, and after a while, everyone started applauding you!! If they didn’t, then the jester made sure they would cheer for his assistant…”

There are times where in the middle of his performance, he allows a pause for you to applaud and cheer and for him!

Of course, all of the audience is free to do the same whenever that brief moment comes, but usually it’s only you. Granted, all he cares about is your praise and appreciation, so he doesn’t care if you’re the only one clapping for him.

When he was imprisoned by the Witches, you were…displaced. The Witches knew your connection to Shadow Milk, and sealed you to the far ends of Earthbread outside of the Beast-Yeast continent.

Shadow Milk was furious beyond belief when he saw you being sealed up too. You weren’t a Beast or did anything wrong like he did, so why were you being punished like this?!

It hurt him so much, especially because he couldn’t do anything but sit in that dang tree…

Granted, this wouldn’t stop you from doing everything you could to get back to Beast-Yeast, or more get back to Shadow Milk

When you two were finally reunited in the Faerie Kingdom, after both your seals were broken down, you both ignored GingerBrave, Elder Faerie, and everyone else there and went to a discreet place to yourselves.

While you were reconnecting the lost time, he told you about Pure Vanilla and the Witches, and you’d be right there to hold him if he got shaken up or cried when mentioning them. You hated the witches and Purr Vanilla Cookie just as much, if not more than he did.

When Pure Vanilla and his company caught up to you, it was you who personally a play where certain caricatures would reference the witches, Pure Vanilla, or any others that Shadow Milk wasn’t fond of. You wouldn’t have any mercy in disrespecting said caricatures in the plays, which Shadow Milk loved and cheered for!!

No matter what, you were always there to support Shadow Milk and his crazy antics. He would do the same, loving you and being with you through every single thing.

[lilylovestowrite]

We all know that Aventurine's love language is definitely gift giving! So I would like to request aventurine spoiling his s/o with so much money and gifts. At first reader was thankful and also flustered with all of the gifts he provided for her, but later reader started to become annoyed cause he's been spoiling them too much, so one day they decided to text aventurine about this matter. They only just called his name and he already thought that they needed money so he sent the money. Reader was surprised at first but then got annoyed and decided to scold him in the chat (to which aventurine didn't take them seriously and even teases them, finding amusement with his lover's anger) make this a playful banter between the two and at the end, aventurine decided to meet up with them to pamper them, but this time, with affection ✨

MUST BE FUNNY, IN A RICH MAN'S WORLD ୨♡୧

PAIRING ୨♡୧ (Aventurine x GN! Reader)

WARNINGS ୨♡୧ None

SYNOPSIS ୨♡୧ You decide to confront your boyfriend over his overzealous spending habits. 

WORD COUNT ୨♡୧ 1.4k

A/N ୨♡୧ Thank you for the request! I love Aventurine SO MUCH. I want to hold him and cherish him but I think he deserves to be thrown down a flight of stairs because he’s such a brat. I am so normal about this man.

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‘I saw you eyeing this crystal swan the other day. When you and I get married, I’ll buy the whole store and decorate our venue with them if it’s to your liking- Kakavasha’

You are going to kill your boyfriend. 

You are going to kill your boyfriend over a Swarovski Swan on your bedside table. And thirty bottles of the same Dior perfume you wore once around him. And every piece of designer clothing he’s gifted you. And that one time he rented out a whole cruise ship just to play tag with you over a moonlit river. Well, perhaps not the last one. You liked the idea, the execution? A little overkill.

But this? Overkill can’t even begin to explain how much Aventurine has been spending on you recently. Just before you started dating, he would regularly spoil you with large bouquets of your favourite flowers and a few lovely pieces of jewellery. It was sweet at first: you remember blushing and hiding your flustered face behind your palm, only for him to kiss your hand and usher it away. “Stop, you look super cute when you’re flustered,” he’d say, but now, a deep pit of shame hollows the joy out of every gift he gives you. He gives, and gives, and spoils you, but what do you have to offer? 

You do appreciate his gestures, and it feels lovely to be kitted out in the finest gossamer, or the softest of silks. The aroma of expensive perfume smells less chemical-ly and manufactured compared to your old bottles. There isn’t a day that goes by where your flower vases in your house aren’t filled with high-end flowers. It’s affection, sure, but, you wish he didn’t feel as if your love is something to be bought. 

With Aventurine, you have to be careful with your communication. He may play off other people’s rude comments about his origin or his affiliation with the IPC. Other people’s opinions don’t matter. But you know how much he cherishes you, and you don’t fit into the bracket of ‘other people’. If you seem too dismissive of his efforts, you fear that he may feel rejected. Picturing his sad face drooping makes you only want to let him coddle you, but you can’t allow this to happen anymore. You ponder your text carefully, before hitting send. 

You: 

Kakavasha. 

Peacock <3: 

My love? 

Are you upset with me?

I’m so sorry, let me handle it. 

Oh, wow. That was a quick fix. You sigh in relief and put your phone down, allowing yourself to get more comfortable in the covers. Another ping erupts from your phone, and the notification nearly makes you turn around and sob. 

Peacock <3 has sent you 1,000,000 Credits

You: 

STOP SENDING ME MONEY

I’M NOT YOUR SUGAR BABY FFS 

So much for being ‘careful with your communication’, but 1,000,000 credits is insanity! Does he think he can buy you off? You sigh and watch the text bubbles load as he types. 

Peacock <3:

Darling, what do you mean?

I want to spoil you! 

And if I’ve done something wrong, I’ll make it up to you!

You:

Then. Maybe. ASK

‘What’s wrong?’

BEFORE SENDING ME A SHITLOAD OF CREDITS

Peacock <3:

What’s wrong, angel? 

You reread your messages and realise how aggressive you're coming off, so you decide to talk to him face to face. Surely, his suave tongue and pretty face won't distract you from the matter at hand. Right?

You:

Let’s call.

You have started a call with Peacock <3

“Kakavasha, stop sending me money!” You hiss the second he picks up the phone. It’s the early morning, and hues of liquid sunlight paint your lover’s skin in light gold. Streaks of light coming through the blinds of his window shine through his gorgeous eyes, turning them translucent like opalescent marble. Aventurine gives you a tiny lopsided grin, the same one that creeps onto his face when he’s plotting something, and you don’t like it one bit. “

“How else am I supposed to show my adoration for you?” His silken, honeyed voice echoes through the phone. You have to stop yourself from giggling at his lovely voice, the cadence rising and falling masterfully, all perfectly orchestrated to let you listen to him instead of arguing. 

But you don’t take the bait yet. 

“I don’t know, maybe spend time with me?” You reply, but you can’t conceal the blush on your face when you realise that he’s only just woken up. His light blond hair is tousled and one of the cat cakes stretches on his lap. Although Aventurine dresses to impress, it’s the domesticated, sweet mornings where he truly shines. 

“I do spend time with you. We went to see the Opera just three nights ago!”

“Without money being spent, Kakavasha. I want a simple, romantic date. No renting out hotels, no extravagant jewellery, and no mariachi band like that one time-” 

“In my defence, I was completely wasted-” He interjects, giggling softly at the memory of planning a lovely beach date after consuming wine like water, and then ordering a band on a whim.

“You were barely awake, I drew a moustache on you.” You muse. Watching Aventurine’s face morph into an angry pout, like a kitten, makes you emit an ugly laugh. 

“That was you?” He gasps, clutching his heart with faux sorrow. Dramatically falling back on his black pillow, his golden locks are spread. Aventurine’s half lidded gaze and light pink blush makes you want to crawl into bed next to him and trace patterns into his hands, and his lovely eyes would-

“Don’t distract me from the matter at hand! Please stop spending on me, sweetheart. I’m not saying I don’t like your love, I want it! Just not in such an excessively materialistic way, you know?” 

This comment breaks Aventurine’s suave attitude. He blinks at you through the camera, positively perplexed. His eyes are wide and shocked, resembling that of a deer tasting cardboard. “H-how else am I supposed to show my love for you?” 

“Well, how do I show my love for you?”

Aventurine’s eyes look up, trying to recall: “You hold my hands,” he lists one on his fingers,  “listen to me when I speak, you support me through hard times,” he smiles warmly at you, flashing a toothy grin that makes his nose scrunch up cutely, bring back pebbles that remind you of me…” A devious smirk makes its way into his face and you prepare yourself to interject: “and you bite my as-” 

“Enough!” You reprimand him, but your tone is soft. “See? I don’t buy things for you to feel loved. You’re much more than a bank, even if other people don’t make you feel that way.” Suddenly bashful, Kakavasha looks away from you. Perhaps unused to such affections, he hugs the cat cake on his lap closer to his chest. 

“I just want to give you the best of the best.” He replies defensively, and you sigh softly.

“You are the best of the best, Kakavasha.” 

“Then,” his voice cracks in an attempt to hide his shyness, “let’s meet up at your place. Let’s stay inside and watch a movie? I hear that’s a popular date idea.” 

“Perfect. My door is open, we can do face masks and-” The call is interrupted by one of the cat cakes jumping on his head, causing him to tumble off the bed and clutch onto the sheets for stability. Instead, his finger hits the end call button. You giggle softly. For all of his cocky displays, Aventurine, at his truest form, is just a little bit of a dork. 

Said dork knocks at your door, dressed in a lovely black dress shirt and his white pants. You suddenly feel a little self conscious, in your bunny slippers and oversized dress shirt. But the way he hugs you and lifts you off the ground slightly for a kiss, it makes you feel like a national treasure. You waddle your way onto the couch, still hugging, and collapse into the plush cushions.

“So, what movie are we feeling today?” Aventurine pulls a blanket over the two of you, and your eyes brighten with an idea. “The Great Gatsby?” 

“Mm, tragic ending. No. Let’s hold that thought.” He leans over and gently pries the remote out of your hand. “Instead,” he kisses your nose and pushes you into the couch a little more, “let me show you even more ways I can show my affection for you.” He whispers, and captures your lips for a deep kiss…

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hi!!! your works are so damn interesting and well written, you are great in this regard!! can i ask, if you don't mind, sae, rin, reo, ness and kaiser with a calm gentleman s/o (headcanons but a scenario is good too)??? because they DESERVE the sweetest person in their life. just an s/o who takes care of them, does all sorts of gallant things like opening doors, pulling out chairs, like "flowers on dates are THE must" and so on??? i hope everything is fine with you, stay like that!!! 🩷

Hiii! Thanks! Especially for saying that my works are well-written, I'm trying to improve my English writing skills and this cheers me up a lot! ♡ - I love this idea btw, gentleman reader is one of my fav tropes :))

Love like you -> bllk hcs

bllk boys x s/o gn!reader

synopsis: how some bllk boys react to you being a gentleman to them and treating them well

tags: blue lock headcanons, fluff, comfort, gentle reader, calm reader, slice of life, kinda established relationship

warnings: manga spoilers, mature language

characters: sae, rin, reo, ness and kaiser + bonus: kurona

a/n: i love doing requests hehe (they're open btw)

masterlist.

Sae Itoshi ~ ♡

Sae would try not to show how much he loves when you take care of him and treat him like he's your prince (beacause he really is). But damn! He adores it! His favorite thing is when you bring him breakfast in bed.

He's used to being treated very cordially, always having people open doors and do everything for him, which he doesn't care much about. But, when you do it (because you love him and not because he's famous), he has conflicting feelings.

At the same time that he loves to feel personally cared for by you, he tries not to show it and keeps up the pose of "you're doing this because I'm a celebrity, not because you love me," but - deep down - his heart is warmed.

Rin Itoshi ~ ♡

Rin thinks you're so perfect, but It would take a long time for him to respond to your affection, but eventually he begins to appreciate your gentle actions and, when he has the courage, approaches you to be by your side.

He gets a little shy when you open doors or pull out chairs for him, but try not to show you. He's too afraid to get close to you and feel safe around you, just so that in the end you abandon him.

The greatest act of chivalry with Rin is to show him your love without wanting anything in return and giving him space in moments of vulnerability. The only vulnerable situation he lets you get close to him is when he's sick, where he lets you hold him.

Reo Mikage ~ ♡

People tend to treat Reo very well when they discover how many things can he buy before even looking the price. So when you showed him gentleness and care, he quickly asked - "how the hell did you know?" - but to his surprised, you didn't know about anything.

He tried to buy you things, thanking your time and consideration for his well being. But then you continued, and worse... You rejected his attemps to pay for your things.

That was a huge surprise, and after this, Reo started to get more and more nervous when you bought flowers for him. You were not serving him, you were not there for a reward, you were not interested in status. Rather, you were loving him for what and who he was.

Michael Kaiser ~ ♡

It's difficult for a prodigy to love anyone, as everybody is, technically, bellow him. Kaiser treats you well, better than he treats everyone else. But you don't let his false ego brush off your determination. Perhaps, one would need more than gentleness to get into his heart, but you know that's too much work for what he really needs. Actually, you were already inside. You just needed to make him understand how much you loved him.

So, you bring him flowers and gifts; you watch, careful, when both of you cross the street; you even brush his hair when he doesn't feel like it. But, unlike all the others, you aren't interested in the champion. You don't bow and let the title he grasps so hardly dominate you.

And he observes in horror the blue color of the roses on the table. And he turns his blushed cheeks away when a car passes by and you put your hands on his chest. And he inches with the warm of your hands on his hair. And he lets you love him, but refuses to step out of his cave.

You know he will, eventually.

Alexis Ness ~ ♡

Ness was confused, surprised and even a bit annoyed with the first time you pulled a chair for him. He was careful not to fall on a prank but when he sit, you simply smiled. He was used to serve you, never him, it was always about you. And suddenly, someone got a glass of water for him. For him. He didn't ask. He didn't even hint on anything. You simply said how hot it was. He must have been thirsty.

Now he gets irritated everytime you make something for him. You were paying attention to his needs, to his attempts on hiding everything so he can make you happy. But sometimes, you catch a glimpse of him staring at you, smiling. (he lovess it, but don't tell him that)

+ bonus

Kurona ~ ♡

He always blush when you open doors or pull out chairs for him, and whenever you do it, he places a shy kiss on your cheek or forehead.

[valdekboy]

"Random Summer Vibes"

As the title says. Everything started with simple doodle, then another, then i found out that @kingzombear designs for these characters are still jammed deep into my brain, then the thought: "You can't just pick your favourites, you have to draw all of them" And so i did. And why the hell is all of this summer themed while we are at the beginning of winter? I have NO idea, but here they are, and I hope you enjoy them.

I had no idea for Kinger whatsoever. Didn't know what "toy" he should have, what clothes to give him, so i decided to give him a drift trike and this old patched up coat that reminds me of something.

And that should be the end

but it is not

because what kind of summer it would be without a group picture. And I wouldn't be myself if I didn't put Valdi in there. (For all the times he helped me, he deserves do be included. And trust me, he couldn't be happier about it.)

[This one is a reference to my older "drawing". Who knew that this car had space for so many characters]

And here are some extra doodles that came up while drawing all this, that i decided to clean up.

And that's it. All that because of one simple idea. I want to wish you all Merry Christmas! And Thank you all for being here, I really appreciate it! (And Happy New Year! In case I won't be back home in time.)

And one last thing to you @kingzombear

I just wanted to say I really enjoy drawing them in your style, in my opinion all these smaller and bigger changes and additions you did are just perfect . That's why I want to ask you. Can I keep drawing them in your style? I know it's weird question but I don't want you to see me as some asshole who randomly decided: "Hey, I will just keep using someone else's designs without permission" If you agree, just want you to know that I can't promise that all the drawings will be as good as the ones above, there are still lots of things I get wrong, but I can promise that I'll always try my best. (and ALWAYS ALWAYS credit you, just so you know there's no doubt about that). And sorry if all this mess was hard to read. English is not my main language, that's why some sentences might sound weird. Once again THANK YOU for inspiring me! Hope you have wonderful Christmas and Amazing New Year!

[moonandst4rs]

“She’s always a woman to me”

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Masterlist

AARON HOTCHNER X F!READER

WC: 673

Summary: Aaron sees you for you. He sees the woman behind the job

Warnings / Content: Inspired by She's always a woman - Billy Joel. no use of y/n, no dialogue

A/N: Feel free to ask questions or simply chat. Any feedback and requests are welcome !! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated <3

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Being a woman is hard. Being a woman in power, working as a Section Chief in the FBI only magnifies the weight you carry. It isn’t just the job, it’s about navigating Bureaucratic nonsense. You have to balance authority with expectations, from yourself and others. Five teams. Five different teams of personalities, skills and egos yjay you have to manage day in and day out. Some are polite and show you respect—others, not so much. Aaron Hotchner’s team, to their credit, are professional. Mostly.

You’ve grown tough over the years. You had to. The world doesn’t let women in your position be soft without paying the price. If you’d let yourself be trampled, ignored, or undermined even once, you wouldn’t be here now, standing tall as Section Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. The toughness, it isn’t armour, it’s more like something you’ve learned to carry with grace. You got here by knowing exactly when to hold your ground and when to bend, ever so slightly, so the world doesn’t break you. From a wide-eyed field agent to Section Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you’ve learned that balance. And you’ve learned how to carry the weight of other people’s lives along the way.

You do your job well. You’re proud of that. You make decisions not just for today, but for the future, for the safety of your agents, your teams. You’re steady, calm under pressure, always managing to keep the pieces from falling apart. You have to. But not everyone sees it that way. For some, you’ll always be the one in the way, the one enforcing rules they don’t want to follow. They call you harsh, cold, rigid. They talk about how you won’t let them work however they want. They forget there’s a reason the rules are there, a reason you stand so firm.

The names they call you, the insults, the accusations, they don’t hurt like they used to. There was a time when you’d lie awake at night, wondering if they were right. Now, you barely blink when they throw words your way. If anything, you’ve become somewhat detached, wishing, in a darkly amused way, that they would at least get creative. Give you something new to roll your eyes at. You’ve heard it all before. The same tired jabs, the same predictable bitterness. They don’t know how strong you really are, and they never will. Not the way Aaron does.

Aaron. He’s always there, quietly watching. He knows you can take it, he knows you’ve taken far worse, and that you’ll keep taking it because you refuse to let them see you falter. But even so, he insisted stepping in. Not always, and not in ways that make a scene, but it was enough. Enough to remind you that you don’t have to fight every battle alone. He challenges the ones who disrespect you when you’re not looking, stands by you when the weight of the world starts to feel a little too heavy. And even though you never asked for his protection, you’ve come to realize it’s something more. Something softer, something that breaks through the noise and makes you feel…seen.

You never wanted anyone to fight for you. You don’t need it. You’ve spent your life proving that you’re more than capable of fighting for yourself. But Aaron doesn’t fight to save you; he fights to remind you that you’re worth protecting. And in those moments, when his quiet strength meets yours, you realize just how much that means to you. More than you’d ever let on.

Despite everything, the long nights, the endless pushback, the harsh words, you keep going. Not because you’re unbreakable, but because you know what’s at stake. You fight for your teams because they deserve it. You stand firm because that’s who you are, and because you believe in the work you do, even when others don’t see it. And maybe, just maybe, because you know that there’s someone, someone like Aaron, who sees the woman behind the title.

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[wannabeschyulersister]

figure it out

"i'm still trying to figure things out." "you sure had a lot of things figured out when you kissed me yesterday." (I can’t find the prompt list that I found this under but credit to owner. I’ll tag them if I find it.)

The tension in the kitchen was so thick to the point where it was uncomfortable. The two of you hadn’t spoken a word to each other in hours and others had noticed.

You couldn’t wait until the end of the night when you could run out of The Bear. You wanted nothing more than to be far away from Carmen Berzatto in that moment. The nerve of him.

“Hey, Chef? You good?” Sydney asked you when she noticed you were scrubbing your station a little too hard. You practically cracked the counter.

“Yes, Chef.” You answered, snapping out of your thoughts that consumed with an annoying chef.

“Why don’t you take off for the night?” She suggested, “I can finish cleaning up.”

You shook your head, ���No, I’m almost done. I appreciate it though.”

Sydney was about to press on that you should head home before Tina called her name from across the kitchen. Sydney gave you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before walking away.

Carmen was standing somewhat nearby and heard your conversation with Syd. He wanted to go up to you and ask if you were okay just like she did but he didn’t know how.

Things had gotten so fucked up and he knew it was all his fault. He had to go and act like the moment that you shared last night meant nothing to him. When in fact, it meant absolutely everything to him.

He looked over at you and saw that you were getting ready to leave for the night. He knew in that moment, if he didn’t try to fix things, it wouldn’t matter. The damage would sever you both completely.

Once your station was spotless, you said goodbye to Tina, Marcus and Richie. The cold, fresh air outside put you at ease instantly. You felt claustrophobic in that kitchen during the night.

It’s normally your favorite place to be.

“(Y/n).” You heard Carmen call out your name. You didn’t even realize that he had followed you outside. He was in such a hurry to catch you that he didn’t put his coat on.

“I’m going home.” You didn’t even turn back to look at him. Instead focusing on getting your keys out of your tote bag.

You heard the sound of his footsteps hurrying to reach you, “(Y/n), will you please just talk to me?”

“No, I don’t feel like talking right now.” You told him as you felt his hand on your arm. He grabbed your elbow and pulled you towards him. You hated how you got chills from his touch. You told yourself that it was because of the cold weather instead.

Carmy stepped in front of you so that you had no choice but to look at him. “You can’t leave upset.”

“I’m not upset. I’m over it.” You told him stubbornly. You were absolutely lying.

“(Y/n), I know you and- and I know you’re still mad.”

“Don’t stand there and act like you know me, Carmen. If you did, you’d know how much what you did hurt me this morning.”

It hurt Carmen to his core to see you standing in front of him so clearly upset. It was all his fault.

“Things have been a mess around here. I’m still trying to figure things out.”

You scoffed, “You sure had a lot of things figured out when you kissed me yesterday.”

“(Y/n)-“

You cut him off, “I listened to you, now you need to listen to me. I was embarrassed this morning when I walked in and you absolutely blew me off like we didn’t share this moment last night. I even went out of my way to get your favorite coffee. Which I gave to Richie by the way. If you regret kissing me, you could’ve handled it a completely different way.”

“I don’t regret kissing you, (Y/n). Not one bit.”

“Then why did you not even look in my direction when I first saw you this morning? Why did you recoil away from my touch? It was like you didn’t even know me.”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot,” Carmen nearly shouted, “I fuck up good things that I have going on because I fuckin’ feel like I don’t deserve it.”

His confession shut you up.

“I love what I do. It’s fuckin’ stressful as fuck but you know what gets me out of bed every morning? N-not helpin’ customers or whatever, it’s you. Knowing that I’m going to see you.”

“But this morning-“

“This morning was a mistake. I was a dick and I’m sorry for upsetting you. It’s the last thing that I ever want to do.” Carmy took a step closer to you, “I don’t expect you to forgive me. Fuck, if I were you, I wouldn’t forgive me.”

“Then what should I do?” You asked him softly even though you knew deep down what you wanted. His apology meant a lot to you. It was all that you needed to hear.

Carmy looked at your lips before looking into your eyes deeply. It was the same look he gave you before kissing you senseless the night before.

“I can’t make that decision for you. But whatever you choose, I’ll respect it.”

“What if I say I never want to talk to you again?” You asked hypothetically.

Carmen looked a little panicked, “Uh, I’d really hate that.”

“What if I say that I want you to kiss me again?”

Carmen seemed to like that answer a little more by the small smile that appeared. “I’d really like that.”

You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his chest right over his heart. The touch was gentle but Carmy felt the intimacy through his whole body.

Inching as closely as you can without touching his lips, you kissed the corner of his mouth, “Have a good night, Carmy.”

You figured that he could use a little teasing after wringing your heart out emotionally that morning. Turning and walking away, you heard him groan lightly.

“(Y/n), you’re killing me.”

You looked back at him, “I expect my favorite coffee in the morning, Berzatto.”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“A kiss.”

You could see him blush a little, “I can make that happen too.”

[aventurineswife]

Mammon with a reader who seems to be oblivious to his feelings for them, but they are more actually like "naaah, he can't actually like me that way" and does their best to treat Mammon well without looking like they're leading him on, without bringing up the obvious as to not make things awkward between them and essentially ruin the friendship.

One day during another mandatory mammon-crashing-over-mcs-room-for-company-and-chat, when he brings up the topic of love, reader just shrugs their shoulders and go "dunno how romantic love feels like. Dont think ill ever feel it". Because while they are a bit of a hopeless romantic, they just resigned from the idea because they werent shown much love growing up, so the idea that someone would actually love them seems very foreign. And they are also scared that they wouldn't be able to reciprocate for someone (in this case mammon)

(hope i explained well, just take your time with it. I just wanted something for the favorite tsundere 😭🙏

-Smooch Anon 💋

“What is Love?”

Summary: You and Mammon share a quiet late-night moment together in your room, each engaged in your own tasks but enjoying the familiar comfort of each other's presence. When Mammon unexpectedly brings up the topic of love, you admit that you don’t really know what true love feels like, prompting him to reassure you that you’re worth much more than you believe. Beneath his usual cocky exterior, Mammon shows a rare, vulnerable side, leaving you questioning the feelings between you and him, and whether his words hint at something deeper.

Tags: Mammon x Reader, Fluff, Light Angst, Comfort, Vulnerability, Emotional Conversation, Established Bond, Self-Worth, Hints of Romance.

Warnings: Brief mention of insecurity and self-doubt, Slight angst (You express uncertainty about love and self-worth), Mild language.

A/N: OMGGG I DIDN'T KNEW YOU WERE INTO OBEY ME?!! 🤭 AND YES MAMMON THE BEST BOY AND FAVOURITE CHARACTER!! 👏💛 Do you think him and Aventurine would get along? 👁️👁️ I feel like Aventurine would make fun of him for being in debts lmaoo

The night was quiet, the only sounds in the room being the occasional shuffle of paper as you worked on your assignments. The ever-familiar figure of Mammon lounged on the bed next to you, one leg hanging off the edge as he balanced his phone in one hand and absently flipped through some random channels on the TV with the other. It was a usual late-night hangout, a kind of unspoken routine the two of you had fallen into since you’d started living together in the Devildom.

As usual, Mammon was being his typical self—loud, boastful, and a little self-centered. But you had learned to tolerate his eccentricities. In fact, over time, you found yourself getting used to his antics. He wasn’t so bad once you looked past the arrogance and pride.

“Oi, you hear that new song from the radio today? It’s fire, I swear!” Mammon’s voice cut through your thoughts, and you looked up from your work to find him looking at you expectantly, as if waiting for your approval.

“Yeah? Sounds cool.” you replied, trying not to sound too disinterested. Mammon’s eyes sparkled at your response, though you could tell it wasn’t the enthusiastic reaction he was hoping for.

“Cool, huh?” He chuckled, leaning back with a smug grin. “I knew you’d appreciate my impeccable taste.”

You just rolled your eyes, your attention returning to your papers. "Sure, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

Mammon let out a dramatic sigh and flopped back against the bed with exaggerated flair. "I swear, you never give me the credit I deserve." he muttered, though it was clear he wasn’t seriously upset. Mammon had always been dramatic like that, using over-the-top complaints to mask the fact that he enjoyed having your attention, even if it was in a teasing way.

After a brief silence, Mammon suddenly sat up, his usual cocky demeanor turning serious. You didn’t notice it at first, too caught up in your own thoughts, but the tone of his voice seemed to shift.

"You ever think about love, MC?" Mammon’s voice was quieter now, and his gaze drifted toward the window, as if the question had just popped into his head. "Like, real love. Not just the stuff you see in movies, but… the kind that lasts, y’know?"

You paused, the question catching you off guard. You weren't sure where he was going with this, but you didn’t want to make things awkward by immediately dismissing him.

"Love?" You muttered, not looking up from your work. "I dunno… can't say I’ve thought much about it."

You tried to sound nonchalant, but inside, your heart did a little skip. You had always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, dreaming about love stories that were too perfect to be real. But reality always crushed those dreams, leaving you to dismiss the idea that anyone could actually love you in that way. Especially not Mammon. He was the Avatar of Greed, after all. He loved money, power, and himself far more than anything else.

Mammon didn’t seem to let your answer dissuade him. Instead, he leaned forward, a faint frown on his face. "Come on, MC. You don’t ever wonder what it’d be like to be loved by someone? Like… really loved, you know?"

You shrugged, trying to play it cool, but your voice wavered slightly. "Honestly, I don’t really know what that feels like. I mean, I never had much of it growing up. So… the whole idea just seems kinda foreign to me." You paused, hoping Mammon wouldn’t press you further. "I don’t think I’ll ever feel it. Not like that."

Mammon blinked, clearly surprised by your words. For a moment, he just stared at you, his lips slightly parted, like he was trying to process what you’d said. He had always been confident, always eager to show off, but in this moment, you saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes—something rare, something deep.

You quickly tried to change the subject, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were. "I mean, love’s just… it’s not something I really need to focus on right now, y’know?" You forced a small smile, but you could feel the heaviness in your chest. "I’m just trying to get through each day."

Mammon leaned back, resting his arms behind his head, but you could tell that your words had struck a chord. He was quiet for a long moment, and you began to wonder if you had said the wrong thing.

"Well, I think you deserve it," Mammon finally spoke up, his voice softer than usual. "You deserve someone who’ll love you. You’re a lot more than you think you are, MC. Way more."

His words hit you harder than you expected. You froze, unsure of how to respond. Mammon, the one who prided himself on being the best was saying this to you? The person who thought he could never see them in that way?

You shook your head, trying to keep your voice steady. "Mammon, don’t say stuff like that. You’re just being nice." You didn’t meet his gaze, afraid that the look in his eyes might give away something you weren’t ready to face.

"I’m not just being nice," he retorted, his voice quiet but insistent. "I’m serious. You don’t get it, do you?"

You forced a nervous laugh, trying to keep the mood light. "It’s not that I don’t get it. I just…" You trailed off, not sure how to continue without making things more complicated than they already were.

But Mammon was quiet now, too, his expression unreadable. After a long moment, he sighed and stretched out, as if trying to shrug off the tension. "Whatever. I just think you’re a lot more special than you let on. So don’t go sellin’ yourself short, okay?"

You looked over at him, your heart racing for reasons you couldn’t quite understand. "Okay, Mammon. Thanks."

Mammon smiled, a little smug, but there was something warm behind it. "No problem, MC. I’m always here to remind ya how awesome you are."

You both fell into a comfortable silence after that, the awkwardness of the conversation ebbing away as Mammon eventually started talking about something else—probably some scheme he had cooked up to get rich, you guessed. But even as he rambled on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more behind his words. More than just Mammon, the greedy and selfish demon.

But you had no idea what to do with that feeling.

In the end, you just let it go, hoping it was a one-time thing. After all, demons people like Mammon didn’t really fall for people like you, did they?

[dilfartist]

Realization

Pairing; Yandere Miguel O’hara x reader

Synopsis; the aftermath of your escape attempt.

Word count; 1.1k

Reader description; Female/GN

TW; yandere themes, dark themes, kidnapping, minor talk of wounds.

Notes; {first part.}

"Are you comfortable?" 

His query provokes annoyance. While, yes, the fluff provided by both the couch and large puffy blankets did satisfy you, you'd never express this to Miguel. Miguel is at your side, clad in a tight white shirt and Grey sweatpants. In his hands are a platter holding a drunk and a plate of breakfast. 

"No." You retort; the way it's spoken is colder than you intended. But why would you care? He deserves every bit of hatred spewed from your lips. 

The current time is eight in the morning, and the last thing on Miguel's today's list is fighting. Especially in your condition. Miguel releases an obstinate short-lived sigh, clearly not giving in to your stubbornness. He moves from your side to your front. Irratedly, you bark his name in an empty threat. "Eat." He persist, his voice losing a bit of the softness he talked with before. 

"I promise I didn't drug it. If that's why you're not eating." 

Ah, yes, you forgot being drugged was a possibility when he handles your food. 

Back when you first got abducted, you understandably were resistant to any form of tenderness. You acted callous. Ignoring Miguel when you didn't require to communicate your needs. Miguel wasn't too appreciative. Nevertheless, he was understanding due to your circumstances, and for a while, he begrudgingly left you alone. One day, Miguel wasn't having the best day; to say the least, his day had been extremely stressful. All he wanted was to be comforted by your touch, and of course, you aren't giving him any, so he sought it. 

You sat at the dining table, eating leftovers from the night before. Miguel entered the shared home, going into the kitchen. Wanting your affection, he forgets about your refutation and awkwardly leans down, puckering his lips to signal a kiss. You simply turn away. Pride wounded, Miguel retreats, angrily storming out of the room, and plops down on the couch. A couple of minutes pass, and you walk out of the kitchen, a glass of soda in hand, and sit across from him. Miguel eyes your beverage with a malevolent idea forming. 

Fortunately, on Miguel's part, you leave for the restroom. In his impulsive state, Miguel quickly departs from the living room to the kitchen. This wasn't the first occasion Miguel thought of paralyzing you with a sedative. On top of the fridge were the pills. He flicks the bottle open, popping two tablets in his calloused palm. He returns to the living room, dropping them into the liquid, and using your straw, he mixes the drink until there's only a slight visible powder at the bottom. 

Miguel rues his decision. Instead of earning your trust, he loses the faith that you had in him. The exact opposite of what he strived to attain. 

Famished and tired of Miguel's whining, you begrudgingly accept the platter. You settle the platter onto your lap. On the plate is French toast, the mixture of butter and syrup creates a brownish-orange color. On the side is cold tea with a handful of ice cubes floating at the top. 

Grabbing the butter knife, you slice the toast creating a rift and allowing the syrup to spill onto the glass plate. Bringing the fork to your mouth, you take a small bite. It tasted...fine. No bitter aftertaste of pills, just regular French toast.  

Miguel intensely observed you, even taking a seat beside you. For someone who truthfully claimed to not have laced your meal, he certainly doesn't make it appear that way. "Do you like it?" He asks nonchalantly. Not wanting to give him credit, you merely respond with an "it's alright," 

Finishing up your meal, you return to watching your show. Miguel gets up, sauntering out of the room. You assume he was returning work calls since he was taking off the week to nurse you back to health. You dismiss it, giving all your engagement to the television. 

Sometime later, you hear heavy footfalls from the hallway. You don't turn to see who it is because it's obviously Miguel. Miguel once again enters the living room, your name falling from his lips immediately. You continue to pay him no mind at all. 

Miguel is quickly agitated, "Look at me, (Name)." You whirl around, giving in. In Miguel's hands again is a tray. this time it holds neither drink nor food, instead medical supplies. 

"No." You absentmindedly mutter, sinking farther into the couch cushion. Miguel approaches you, places the tray aside on the table, snatches the remote out of your hand, and powers off the television. "Come on, lie on your stomach." He commands softly, throwing blankets on the other couch to have the couch bare. 

"No," you repeat like a petulant child whose mother asked them to do something they didn't want to do. 

"Now, (Name). The faster we get this over, the faster you won't have to deal with it the remainder of the day." 

He was right. For once. You shakily sigh, doing as he advised. Miguel takes your place on the couch, peeling your shirt upwards. The contact of cold crisp air against your warm skin makes you shiver. Never have been so interested in the armrest's design. Every stitch, color, and material now is intriguing. 

Miguel prepares the ointments and bandages. Then he unwraps the aged bandages in slow motion, hoping not to foist pain on you. Over a couple of days, Miguel has attended to your wounds on your back, and each time the sight never fails to have his heart sink into his stomach. 

Trailing from your upper back to your lower is three gashes on both sides of your back, parallel to claw marks. The gashes are deep and bloody despite the amount of medication he's applied days prior. Miguel figures they must have been caused by him clutching you when you went tumbling on the concrete. 

Now it's Miguel's turn to take in a quivering breath. 

Miguel brings over a small container holding a clear ointment inside. He dips his finger in, scooping out a good amount. Miguel's thick fingers gently glaze your marks, earning him a whine. As he continues, all that escapes his lips are gently spoken "m'sorry"s or "forgive me, bebé."s 

You want to hate him. Never think of the word forgive in a sentence when it involves him. But you can't; all you can do is forgive him because it's the only thing you can do to improve your situation. A situation you'll never escape. 

You have to forgive him, but never will you forget. Even if you wanted to, the marks on your back will always be a reminder. 

[dailyrothko]

why do you want money for updating someone else's pictures to a tumblr blog?

Try doing it every day across many platforms, answering questions, getting permissions for new scans and soliciting museum content as well as research on quotes, books and materials I have buy with my own money to create scans and information for the blog and my own writing and projects that everyone who liked Rothko might benefit from if I was allowed the time to work on them. I have communicate with museum people on scan and authenticity and legal issues. Many of the pictures I post were not on the internet before I put them there.

I have done this every day for ten years, it takes a minimum of two hours a day for just the basics and longer to deal with specific questions. I chase down people who steal pictures form the people that entrust me with their own work, as they always do it without credit. Rothko's work is copyrighted and I have to take those credits stay in tact.

I have more then 350,000 followers across social media platforms, I get 30 questions a day just on instagram. All of this takes time, money and effort.

I don't ask for money from anyone that can't afford it and donations to me are tax deductible, so many people stand to lose nothing but my non-profit status is another thing I have pay for every month.

Lots of people on tumblr ask for money for food or rent, do you send messages to them? Because this is the same thing, me trying to pay for the basics while I do a bunch of work, work that I have done every day for ten years and it's because of that length of time and attention to these details that people come to me with the aforementioned materials and permissions.

It's like having a patreon but I don't want to put anything behind a paywall because people depend on getting it without that, and so I do this instead. If I had a lot of money I wouldn't bother but it's not the case for me right now, but I don't *Expect* anyone to give me anything.

Note: I'll just add someone else wrote anon to say I should give it up if I was expecting anything out of it. I'm not sure why people have the temerity to offer anyone advice when they didn't ask for it, but I'll add that I just started asking for donations, I did this 9 years without.

My blog hurts no one and I am not saying I deserve credit for this, but lots of people write me with appreciation and tell me that they discovered the art through my blog, so I would say you give it up and stop following me, if it offends you.

[wanderingsoul6261]

Gif credit goes to scre6m

Tyler Owens x Reader

Synopsis: request fic done with "Blown Away" by Carrie Underwood on the brain. Reader is in an abusive marriage and Tyler finally comes to save her.

Warnings: mentions of abuse/degrading words, swearing, implied character death (not Y/N or Tyler) I think that's it. Let me know if I misses anything. I tried, so I'm sorry if it sucks.

Also not edited, so if there are mistakes, I'm sorry.

Y/N knew she wouldn't be able to hide it for long. She knew eventually that the wounds she wore, that spread across her body like vines, withering her soul away to nothing would give way to something. It was only a matter of time. Her excuses of being too clumsy would only hold up for so long. The split lips, black eyes, and bruises on her body would give way to a story in which people would shove their sympathies and self pity into her face. She didn't want it though. Y/N didn't want the attention, the spotlight. 

She could barely muster up the courage to be on the livestreams with the Wranglers, sitting in the back seat of the red beast that they rode into tornadoes often. Y/N almost grew envious of the truck, watching how well it was cared for and maintained, treated so well. She got barely half of that treatment at home. 

From her husband. 

Oh how doting he was when they first met, willing to bend over backward for her and give her the world. Love her as if she was the last one on Earth, looked at her as if no other woman existed. 

Then he ripped it out from underneath her, twisting a knife into her back at the same time. No matter how much she tried to reach for that knife, she couldn't reach it. She couldn't pull it out, no matter how badly she wanted to. 

But the only person who also seemingly caught on to how she felt was the very man that couldn't have her. 

One Mr. Tyler Owens. 

The man fell head over heels for her but while she was married, he couldn't do anything but watch from afar, appreciating her as a friend only because that was the only way he could have her. And for a while he was okay with that. 

Until he wasn’t.

He noticed the bruises. The split lips. The flinching whenever he or anyone else raised their hands above a certain threshold. Tyler was the one who broke down her door to get to her after finding out she was having a panic attack, the yelling outside the door from the variety of storm chasers overwhelming her. He held her while she slapped and clawed at him, begging him to let her go until she realized it wasn't her husband, and that she was okay. Tyler listened through the paper thin walls of the motel as her husband yelled at her through her phone speaker, calling her terrible names and treating her in a way that not ever, did a single person deserve. He listened as she had nightmares, wanting so desperately to help her, to hold her and reassure her. 

Tyler wanted to be the one to love her because he knew he could do it. 

Not her abusive husband. 

He wouldn't be a husband that kept constant tabs on her and limit her freedom, beating her when she disobeyed or tried to fight back. 

No. He would love her and care for her with every love sick bone in his body, because truly, all he lived for in this world, was her. 

Even if he couldn't have her. 

Even as he now raced towards her home, dead set in the path of EF4 Tornado, threatening to engulf every single thing in its path, including Tyler, Y/N and her abusive husband. He would save both of them, as much as he wished for him to be swept up by the storm and never seen again. 

Tyler had barely put the red beast he drove into park, before his boots hit the ground, his heart pounding in his throat as he called out. 

“Y/N! Y/H/N!” He raced towards the front entrance,hearing yelling and screaming coming from inside. Tyler held his breath, feet pounding up the steps to their home as he forced his way inside, the noises now louder as he tried to figure out where the sounds were coming from. The yelling and screaming echoed from the back of the house, completely forgetting the wind howling outside for a single moment. 

Then he saw her. 

Y/N came around the corner, trying to dodge something her husband threw. Tyler watched as whatever it was shattered against the wall, calling her name before he even realized what he was doing. Her head whipped in his direction, catching sight of him, and he watched as her eyes flooded with relief, before the booming voice of her husband filled the house. 

Y/N rushed towards Tyler, his hands capturing her tear soaked face in his hands, and oh how his heart broke for her. The redness on her cheek, likely from being slapped, along with a split lip. Bruises on her wrists where her husband forcibly held her. His calm resolve started to crumble as he continued to look at her, melting into anger. 

“Y/N. Get to your storm cellar now.” 

“What about you?” She asked. The wind outside grew louder, signaling their impending doom. 

“I'll be there. I promise.” as he spoke those words, her husband rounded the corner from the back of the house, catching sight of the two. 

“Who the hell are you? Have you been fucking my wife? Some fucking nerve to show up here.” He bellowed, advancing on the two. 

“Y/N! Go!” Tyler shoved her out of the way and towards the direction of her storm cellar. She hesitated for a split second, looking between the two men before she finally disappeared. 

“I always knew my wife was a whore. Fucking any man she seen.” Tyler watched as her husband closed the last few steps, the front screen door bursting open from the force of the winds outside. His eyes searched the room, finding an umbrella conveniently placed near the front door, and a split second he grabbed it, swinging it around and heard the destructive crack as he hit her husband upside the head. 

And he collapse to a heap, Tyler standing above him. His chest heaving with panic as he hesitated on what to do. Drag her husband down the stairs to the storm cellar, saving a life, or leave him, giving her a chance to be free from him, also effectively saving a life. 

“Tyler?!” Y/N's panicked cry came from below, spurring him to make a decision. He stepped over the crumpled body, dropping the umbrella and running through the house towards the storm cellar. Bursting his way inside, he made sure the door was sealed. Tyler made his way to her, his arms encasing her in a tight hold, his body covering hers as moments later the rumbling above them heightened, the noises outside growing impossibly louder as Y/N sobbed beneath him, tears soaking his shirt as she cried into his chest. 

Somehow, her crying was loudest, beating the storm that raged on above them. 

“It’s okay. I got you. You’re safe. It’s okay.” He repeated the words, the phrases becoming a mantra as the two of them spent the next several minutes in the cold and damp cellar, waiting out the raging tunnel of wind above them. And as he held her, whispering comforting words, his hand running through her hair in a soothing manner, he vowed that no one would find out about today. 

Her husband's death would be accidental, caught in the storm after he was unable to make it to safety. No one would ever find out that Tyler left him deliberately to die, to free them of his wrath and to save Y/N. 

She was safe, and maybe with time, Tyler could finally have her. 

Maybe he could finally have the chance to treat and love her the way that she deserved. 

[mxbo]

Can you make some stamps and user boxes with engie? <:)

o f c o u r s e

TF2 Engie Stamps + Userboxes [REQUEST]

STAMPS

It was fun going on Tenor and seeing how most of the gifs when searching “TF2 Engineer” were um… not suited to be turned into stamps, insert Tick Tock by Joji (I had to make most of the gifs myself in the end from the Meet the Engineer, Meet the Medic and Expiration Date). Also had fun making the last gif ajshgs.

I normally find static/png stamps a bit boring but that one panel of that one tf2 comic deserved its own stamp I'm sorry

USERBOXES

Haha it's funny because I'm the one engi-nearing their limit (JK I LOVE REQUESTS I LOVE FULFILLING THEM I LOVE TF2 A NORMAL AMOUNT I COULD NEVER GET SICK OF MAKING STAMPS AND USERBOXES AND OTHER STUFF)… but it's 4am I should go to sleep lol.

✦ I made these. ✦ F2U. ✦ Credit is not necessary but highly appreciated!! ✦ Same with showing me if you use them, it would make me super happy, but you also don't have to :] ✦ Requests always open!! Blink blink blink, blinkity blink blink blink

EDIT: Fixed a typo on one of the userboxes. Note to myself: Writing stuff at 4 am is NOT a good idea, specially for someone who's native language is not English

[cyberrose2001]

Tfp Soundwave and Shockwave might not interface a lot (or ever), but I can 100% guarantee they know all the best interfacing tips and tricks even if its questionable how they know them 👀.

So any drop of nsfw content for these mighty mechs with a femme cybertrionian reader 🙏🙏would be much appreciated.

Also, remember to hydrate

TFP Soundwave and Shockwave NSFW Headcanons (Femme Reader)

This is literally just a bunch of kinks and I will not apologise for it, tehehe

Many thanks to @mechdyke-after-hours for it's helpful input, I was stuck for ideas, so it deserves much credit !!

Warnings: Intense Kinks (Tentacles, Exhibitionism, Voyerism, Overstim, Somno, Medical Kink, Gun Kink), Oral Sex

Word Count: 721

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Soundwave

- As one of the most reserved cons on the Nemesis, Soundwave gives little to no information about himself, let alone his private matters. And most certainly nothing about his relationship with you. For most members onboard who are curious enough, it could spell a life-or-death mission to find out what gets the spy hot and bothered. He keeps his desires under wraps in public, always guarded but never truly depraved of lust.

- But when it eventually does come to the berthroom, that thick impenetrable wall of secrecy unveils a door for you.

- It's definitely been discussed amongst the others whether or not Soundwave could put his tendrils to questionable uses. And they are all correct, you discovered that the spy is very much into tentacle play of the hentai calibre. He'll sit back and let his tentacles do the work for him. He'd tenderly snake them around your limbs, spread you nice and wide before him, and penetrate you in the air. It also gives Soundwave the freedom to use his servos for other means, whether on the computer or knuckle-deep in his own valve.

- The rumours have spread that he's into exhibitionism, ironically enough. Soundwave wouldn't be caught dead exposing himself fully, but he's sneaky enough to encrypt a live feed on the monitors of the Nemesis to any bot who's smart enough to access it. And if they do, they'll be met with the garbled and static moans of you being pounded into the desk.

- Soundwave likes a bit of overstimulation and orgasm denial. He'll keep hold of your frame on his spike while his tentacles pinch and 'suck' on your node, bringing you to the edge in an endless cycle until you're limp and twitching.

- Soundwave has a thing for somno; quiet is his style. He loves recharging beside you, don't get him wrong, but there's something so peaceful yet arousing when he slips a couple digits into your puffy valve. He loves how your frame unconsciously jolts when he rubs circles to your node.

- Overall, one of the freakier mechs on the Nemesis, except, of course...

Shockwave

- When Shockwave met you, he knew he just had to have you, despite the fact that a pretty little femme like you had no business with a mech like him. But it was all about business once he got his mitts on you, making you even sign a waiver. Are you stupid or just insanely charged up for the scientist?

- Interfacing with Shockwave borders between super tame and straight-up morally insane. He tested the waters first, plunging his engorged spike into your tight valve as a "control" for his "experiments". He would show nil emotions, fucking into you on his desk, calculating and observing every whine and gasp.

- Shockwave would test the waters more, observing your obedience to him. He'd make you sit on your knees and flex your glossa for him before making you take his spike to the base of your throat. And he liked using your mouth more than he'd admit, unexpectedly overloading just to watch the transfluid dribble down your chin.

- This is where the waiver comes in. Being a scientist, Shockwave likes to experiment on you. Medical play is where it's at with this mech. He'd start with a helm-to-toe assessment while you're strapped and exposed to him, poking inside your intake, then trailing down to your exposed spark chamber. He'd take samples of your energon, maybe even taste it, the sick fuck. He'd inject different substances and observe your reaction, always taking notes. And yes, his spike is erect and throbbing the entire time.

- And when you thought you couldn't possibly risk your life more, Shockwave has a gun kink, specifically his gun. He'll lean over you on the berth, one thick arm beside your head and the other sticking his cannon between your thighs, teasing your slick valve with the tip. He'd push you to your limits, slowly stretching you over it until he has to hold you down against the berth. The thrill of fucking you with it at the risk of blowing your fragile little frame to bits makes him almost overload above you.

- And, of course, Shockwave will ensure your emotional integrity is still attached, asking if you need anything and supplying you with endless energon for your troubles.

[madridfangirl]

Star crossed lovers (Jude Bellingham fic)

Chapter 15

(Series Link)

Jude * female reader. Mature Language in parts.

Synopsis: A chance encounter in a tiny Madrid cafe with the newest superstar of her fav club. The two couldn't be more different, yet both feel the pull toward the other. Would this girl be the one he finally falls for? Or would life come in the way of these star-crossed lovers?

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‘Wake up, sleepy head.’

Ananya was on her side, facing away from him, when she felt his lips on her shoulder.

She stirred, moving away from the distraction.

‘Lemme sleep, it’s the middle of the night.’

‘It’s 6:45 am.’

‘Exactly.’

It was a rare Saturday off for her and waking up before 11 was criminal.

Jude smiled at her antics and spooned her from behind, moulding her back to his front. She sighed happily in his hold, starting to drift back to sleep.

He would have let her sleep more but his training had moved up and he had to leave soon. In fact, he had been up for a while but had waited to give her full 8 hours before interrupting her peaceful sleep.

His hand slid up from around her waist to her chest, cupping her softly.

She whined and turned around, eyes still firmly shut, and cradled his head against her chest, patting his cheek & the back of his head rhythmically to put him back to sleep, like one would do to a toddler.

Jude was deeply amused. But having his face pressed in her cleavage was not helping the excitement down there.

Time for subtlety was over.

He pulled her closer by her ass, grinding against her once, letting her feel his state, while his mouth bit down on her partly exposed cleavage softly.

That woke her up well & good. She blinked & tried to rub sleep away from her eyes, to find his darkened ones roaming her form.

Before she could protest, he shut her up with a soft, deep kiss, moving his lips expertly against her yielding ones, muttering in between.

‘Been ages since I had you.’

‘5 days Jude.’

‘Exactly. Too long.’

‘Your brother is next door.’

‘He’s a heavy sleeper & we’d be quieter. Also, I don’t really care. Won’t be the first time.’

She should ask what that last line meant. Or maybe she shouldn’t. But she should definitely stop him, she really should. Her body refused to comply though, such was his pull. 

The kiss turned sloppy. Subconsciously, she turned her body further towards him, giving him better access, which he appreciated with a groan.

His hand moved down to stroke her almost bare legs (the dress had moved far up her thighs), caressing her dangerously close to her core, breaking her resolve rapidly.

She didn’t have much resolve left anyway, not when he was touching her like this. But she held on a bit further, wanting to tease him.

‘Don’t I get credit for behaving myself all evening, all night?’

‘Excuse me, what?’

‘For mostly behaving myself?’

Well that was true, she had to give him that. In fact, she hadn’t expected to get much sleep last night given how horny some of his texts/calls had been lately. Poor boy did deserve a reward for his misery.

Ananya cupped his face with both hands, nudged her nose against his and pecked his cheeks affectionately. 

‘Come here, you.’

He went gladly, rolling on top of her, letting her feel his weight, just as she liked it. Lazy kisses ensued, all over her face & neck. She hummed contently all through. Relaxation seeping into her bones.

Jude paused, looking down at that sinful dress, sliding his hand all across it. She reached for the zipper at the back, pulling it down & raised her arms for him, so he could take the garment off easily. Which he did immediately.

Then, in one swift motion, he spread her legs apart, kneeled between them, and started kissing along her legs, all the way up, stopping just short of her core.

She gripped the pillow at the sensations, her delightful whimpers spurring him on.

‘Got hit on at the conference yesterday?’

That came out of nowhere, and lifted the fog building in her head. She looked down to find his eyes firmly on hers, the fiery possessiveness all too evident, while his tongue still played with her inner thighs.

He knew she won’t lie to him, and her silence was answer enough. His grip tightened on her thigh.

‘How many?’

‘Two.’

‘Anyone from your office?’

‘No. Others.’

‘Fucking ASSHOLES.’

She pulled him back up to her face.

‘Maybe I should wear like a big locket with your life-size photo on it, or with JB written on it, for the world to get the message?’

And just like that, she had soothed him again. Despite himself, he ended up smiling.

‘I won’t be opposed to the idea.’

‘They’d think I’m a crazy fangirl.’

‘Serves the purpose.’

‘Serves your purpose.’

‘Same thing.’

‘Idiot.’

‘Your idiot.’

For some reason, that idiot was looking extremely endearing to her right now. Sparkling eyes, full of life, and unabashed smirk. While he was the one who had initiated the intimacy, it was her who was getting impatient now. She had missed him too. Every morning. Every night.

Wanting to move things along, she removed her underthings, baring herself to his hungry gaze. The eagerness pleased him, rushing his blood down south. Jude followed suit, making quick work of his briefs and started turning her to her side, getting in behind her. But she grabbed his hand.

‘You’d like it. I got you, yeah?’

‘I know. But….right now, can we….like….?’

‘Yes?’

He was equal parts glad at her finally expressing herself verbally and amused with how flushed she was still getting with him. It was unbelievably cute.

She cupped his cheeks, pulling him close, foreheads touching, breaths mingling.

‘Do it like….this? Facing me? Nice & easy?’

The naughty smile was back.

‘Do what like this?’

Annoyed, she slapped his bicep in response.

‘Maths.’

His resulting loud, throaty giggle against her lips made the annoyance disappear.

‘Love the lippiness, especially when you are naked under me.’

Unable to handle the sudden heat of his gaze & words, she looked away, but he held her jaw, keeping her in place.

‘Whatever dove wants, she gets.’

Her heart leapt in her chest at the certainty in his words. But he din’t let her ponder over it much when he started kissing all over he body, as his fingers slowly played with her folds. Instantly making her moan.

He bit down the sensitive skin of her cleavage, just enough to leave a mark. His previous marks on her had disappeared, something he wanted to fix straightaway.

She looked so edible, he could eat her whole then & there. But he took it slow, wrecking her with foreplay. Branding her skin all over. 

She was mewling by now, arching her back up, meeting the impossibly scarce friction of his fingers.

‘Jude please…just…’

‘Yes?’

‘Want you.’

‘Where?’’

‘Inside me…..Now.’

‘I am inside.’

He curled the two fingers to make his point, already glazed with her arousal. She cried out, grabbing his hand. Feeling dizzy.

The bastard had her where he wanted her.

‘Need your….your….’

She pleaded with her whole face but he didn’t budge. Desperate to hear her say the word she’d never said before.

‘GOD DAMN YOU. Need your dick you bloody devil…..’

He thrusted inside in one quick motion, going half the way in, making her words choke in her throat, replaced with strangled moans.

Her nails dug into his back as her body stung while accommodating his persistent measured thrusts.

The sensation of doing it without protection this time was blowing their minds - it was a first for both. It hit harder. Felt closer, deeper, more intimate. 

Jude threw his head back in pleasure, while she was barely hanging on to some coherence. Nestled in the safety of his embrace, drowning in his electrifying touch, a scary feeling hit her - that she didn’t want to be touched by any other man like this.

‘You’ll ruin me.’

She whispered, almost to herself.

‘Haven’t I already?’

He muttered in her ear, and she was reduced to a mumbling mess.

Bodies already on edge after the foreplay, they came soon after, him holding back just enough to follow her high, covering her mouth with his hand to muffle her screams.

She trembled underneath him, half-way to heaven, as he soaked in her sweaty, dishevelled form. The sight of their combined releases dripping down her thigh was so erotic he nearly got hard again.

But he regained control, got up to clean them (it was needed more than ever now), then settled next to her in bed, pulling her close. Her body was loose. Content. Pliant. Almost boneless.

He stroked her back gently, his other hand shifting sweaty hair stands away from her face.

‘Baby?’

She nearly cried with the softness and care in his tone. Humming into his chest.

‘Say something.’

Ananya snuggled further into him, playing with his chest hair.

‘I…I love….umm….I love it when you touch me like this.’

She felt his smile against her forehead.

‘Glad to be of service. Do I get a reward for such splendid work?’

Content & satisfied, she decided to humour him.

‘Sure.’

‘Just one question - why bareback with me & not your ex?’

Stunned & appalled, she slid slightly away to look at him in disbelief.

‘You wanna talk about my ex right after sex?’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘What the hell kinda question is that?’

‘I’m just nosy. Tell me.’

She gaped at him, unable to string together any words.

‘I could ask you the same thing.’

‘Oh simple. Never been in a proper relationship before. Can’t do this in casual sex. Simple. Now your turn.’

Their eyes met, challenging each other. Jude knew he was onto something, and the answer would please him.

She didn’t want to chicken out, but she didn’t want to say it either. His ego was already too big for his head.

‘Not too frequent with him? Not too good, yeah? Not like us?’

Ananya groaned & smacked his chest, hard. He just laughed and held her hands behind her back, caging her. Something primal flashing in his eyes.

‘Tell me I’m better. Say you like it with me more.’

‘And what if the answer is no?’

She really wanted to bring him down a notch. A few notches rather. 

‘You would have thrown that in my face by now.’

Checkmate. 

The blank, deer caught in headlights kinda expression on her face added to his glee. 

‘I knew it.’

‘I haven’t said anything.’

‘Oh yes you have babygirl.’

She tried to wiggle out of his hold but he just cajoled & took her for another round, assuaging her crankiness, bringing her back to her blissed out state. It was just not fair. She couldn’t even stay mad at him for long. The boy was a living breathing cheat code.

And she was going to miss him loads when he’d leave for his Christmas break. They were only together till this evening. He had to fly out tonight for his match tomorrow and was going back home with Jobe directly from there. They’d be apart for over 10 days, which felt like a month to her. 

Would he miss her too? And not just for sex? 

Unaware of her wandering thoughts, he just laid happily next to her, staring at the ceiling. He’d have to get up in 5 mins and he absolutely didn’t want to. 

‘Jobe liked you.’

It was on her list to ask him that but he had distracted her in the morning.

‘Did he say that?’

‘He doesn’t say much but I know it.’

‘Hmm. Well he was nice too.’

‘Told you you’d get along.’

‘Hmmm.’

She had to spend the next few hours with Jobe alone, till Jude returned from training, and was nervous about that, so this was helpful information.

It was 8 am. He had to get up now, no room to procrastinate anymore.

‘I’d be back soon. Go back to sleep if you want.’

That didn’t seem like the worst idea. She shut her eyes and her relaxed body drifted off to sleep.

The day with Jobe was actually quite pleasant. He happened to mention how he liked to cheat with waffles during his downtime and Ananya ordered some from her favourite cafe. Her and Jude’s cafe.

That was a massive hit with him. They chatted all morning. Jobe even showed her some questionable pics of Jude when he was younger and had far poorer dressing sense. He thought he looked cool but really was quite a dork. 

It so happened that Jobe liked to read English classics too. Not as much as her but they both had Pride and Prejudice as a top 5 book. 

‘Oh did you see Bridgerton then?’

‘Loved it.’

‘Jude thought it was ok.’

‘Yeah his taste in shows & movies is quite sad.’

‘Guessed so.’

‘You know he hasn’t seen Boys yet?’

‘Ya am gonna make him.’

‘Good luck with that. He called it stupid, then called me stupid when we tried to watch together.’

Jobe threw in a few more sarcastic comments about Jude, but Ananya could tell how much he loved and idolised his big brother. Jude had many footballing idols but for Jobe, Jude was his hero. Jobe wasn’t as expressive or vocal as his big brother - he was more like Denise while Jude was a carbon copy of his dad’s personality - but it was clear he would do anything Jude asks him to, blindly. He’d follow his big brother anywhere, like he’d been doing since they were kids.

And Jude loved him loads. Jobe was Jude’s baby, the only one Jude felt responsible for.

Their bond reminded her of her brother back in India. It had been 6 months since she saw her family, and suddenly she felt a tad too nostalgic.

Jobe was alarmed to see her moist eyes, but Ananya clarified they were happy tears. Well mostly.

‘Can you pls not tell him I made you cry?’

The seriousness of his tone made her laugh.

‘You are overthinking this, but alright.’

Jobe shrugged. She maybe right but he didn’t want to find out. His brother was different with her.

The said brother returned soon, as promised, skipping the team lunch. Greeting Jobe with a kiss to his cheek. Greeting Ananya by lifting her by her waist & spinning her around, with Jobe shaking his head at the back, smiling at his brother’s antics.

The lunch together was a lot of serious football talk - it was the first time she heard Jude talk proper tactics in depth. And man was it fun. She wondered what their team meetings would be like, and if she could be a fly on the wall for one of those sessions. 

They retired to their rooms for an afternoon siesta, at least that’s what Jude claimed, but it turned into something else when both of them realised it was the last time they were going to be together in a while.

Limbs tangled, they laid close, basking in the afterglow.

‘Excited about going home?’

‘Yeah.’

Jude loved his life in Madrid but during festivals like Christmas, Birmingham felt more like home.

‘I’ll miss you.’

She snuggled further into his chest, as if he’d slip away any instant. Way past the point of caring about being too attached or too vulnerable. 

Wanna come with me?

He nearly said it out loud but checked himself in the last second.

Jude stroked her cheek tenderly with the back of his fingers.

‘I’d bug you so much you’d wanna block me.’

‘Please do.’

‘Look at me, dove.’

She did.

‘Am I allowed to get you a Christmas present?’

She only wanted him as her present. When did she get so sappy? When did he become so important? She had not seen this coming.

‘Uh-huhh.’

‘You’d love what I have in mind. It’s as pretty as you.’

‘Don’t go crazy with it, yeah?

‘I won’t, promise.’

‘And don’t do something I won’t do.’

Jude pulled her flush on top of himself, holding her tight.

He could tell they were getting into an unchartered territory for him - expectations & accountability & what not. In a different time it would have been suffocating & he would have wanted to run from the idea of it, but it wasn’t even remotely scary this time. It was exciting. The emotional investment seemed worth it.

‘Well if I had that much sense…’

They both smiled. Wrapped around each other. Soaking in the proximity.

‘I was thinking…to tell my cousin about us.’

Jude did a happy dance internally. This was the sister she was closest to, they were practically twins and had grown up together. She was Ananya’s first confidante in the family. 

‘Sure?’

‘Yeah. She’s planning to be here in spring so…..’

‘I’d love to meet her.’

‘Yeah it’ll be nice. She’s a lot like Roma. I mean not as crazy as her, but yeah.’

‘Super.’

They fell into a comfortable silence again, listening to each other’s heartbeats.

‘You know what will help get through next 2 weeks?’

‘What?’

Jude picked up his phone, opened his camera, then looked at her for permission.

She was apprehensive at first. They hadn’t taken naked photos together so far. In fact, she had never done this, ever. She knew he had a separate locked gallery for her photos but still…..the privacy aspect made her nervous.

But this was Jude. And there had already been a few firsts with him. What’s one more?

He was watching her closely and saw the decision on her face before she said it out loud. And he let the photos remain aesthetic, sensuous, instead of the downright filth he would have wanted otherwise. Saving that for next time.

When it was time to leave, they parted with a heavy heart, stealing as many hugs as they could.

The following night, he was off to Birmingham, with a decisive win under his belt. Jobe had been in the away stadium, so the win was extra special to Jude.

It was his first meaningful break in Birmingham since the Madrid madness began. And madness it was. His debut season had been unreal so far, the number of match-winning goals higher than anyone else in the team. It was surreal, even for him & his family. No one thought it could possibly go this well, but he seemed to keep going every match. The fans were in love with him already, as were the squad and the club. He couldn’t put a foot wrong even if he tried. Already the crowned prince of Madrid. At 20. In 6 months of joining the biggest club in the world.

He needed the anchoring of friends and family, so this doesn’t get to him. He also wanted to celebrate with them, since they had been crucial in his journey. He couldn’t wait to visit his boyhood club and meet everyone there. Surely he had come a long way in the last 4 years. 

Every day was packed, with something or the other. Too less time, too many people to meet, too many things to do. Everyone wanted a piece of him. Long lost neighbours and relatives showed up at his door. He was one of the most famous persons in all of England right now, if not all of Europe. 

Jude loved the attention, the praise, the absolute revelation he was getting. He believed he deserved it. And he knew he was just getting started to build his legacy. People were already talking about them winning La Liga and Champions League. And for him to win the golden ball. Not the golden boy one that he had gotten this year, but the proper Balon d’or. He was the front contender half-way through the season. And it was blowing his mind.

So the familiarity of home & friends was a welcome break too. He needed those moments where he was just their Jude, not Jude Bellingham as the world knew him now. Where he could be just one of the boys.

And he did let off steam with his boys, partied to his heart’s content, with Jobe joining them too. When Jude didn’t indulge in some of the things he otherwise would have on their typical night-outs,  despite the overwhelming female attention coming his way, Toby & Noah were curious. Jobe kept a straight face. Jude wanted to tell them, so bad, and on one drunken night he nearly did, but Jobe kicked him under the table just in time. She needed to be onboard before telling more people, and she had specifically asked Jude to not do something stupid. 

Due to all this mayhem, he barely got any time to speak to Ananya in the last few days. They mostly missed each other’s calls, with her work and his commitments. Communicating through small voice notes and asynchronous texts.

Many of her colleagues were on leave during the Christmas period, but since Ananya had to be in India early Jan for a wedding, she couldn’t be off now. The overall work for the team wasn’t much but since very few people were in the office, they had to shoulder whatever was coming.

And it was the absolute worst time to work. 90% of her office floor was empty. The whole city & the world seemed to be in celebratory spirits. Streets were filled with markets, Christmas lights and people making merry. Her apartment building had a slew of people coming & leaving daily for family gatherings or for chilling with friends. Many had taken off for end of year vacations. Including her friends and family in India. She didn’t want to bother them while they were off, so she mostly spoke in texts with them too.

Worst thing of all, Roma had taken off to the US. To celebrate Christmas with her family and her boyfriend. It was the first time Ananya was living alone in her apartment, since moving to Madrid. And she realised how used to she had gotten to Roma’s constant presence around her. She was her own tiny support system in this still new city. Her best friend here. She had a few other friends from work who were still around but Arjun was a part of that group, so she couldn’t really hang out with them. It was awkward enough that Arjun was one of the only 7 people still at work in her 100 seater floor; seeing him in a social situation was extra awkwardness she didn’t need. Plus, Jude would lose his shit.

Jude. How she missed him these days.

Mostly getting to see what was happening with him through his daily Insta dumps. She missed the way he looked at her. The sound of his voice. His attention. His fussing. His absolute theatrics. His goofiness. His possessiveness. His smile. His giggles. His hugs. His touch. His comforting proximity.

She missed him whole. She missed him dearly. Him being away like this could not have come at a worst time for her.

But she understood. And gave him space. She could tell he was genuinely caught up.

The biggest lesson she had learnt from her past failed relationship was that people needed to sometimes go into their own little zones. Their personal time. If you meddle with that, you end up crowding them. Suffocating them. Being able to find these spaces without any nagging was crucial, for both people. 

Surely, one phone call every day could have been managed, especially when he was on a break?

She shushed her brain down. It was fine. It was only a matter of few more days. He deserved to use his time off in the way he wanted.

Well, you aren’t a part of it.

No, it was fine. She was not going to overthink this. She was not going to do the same things that happened last time. 

Plus, she was sure he was thinking of her in his own way. His messages were sweet, as were the voice notes. However few they may be, it still sounded like her Jude.

It was already 22nd night, a Friday night thankfully. Next 3 days were a long Christmas weekend. No office, no work. Not much to do. Maybe she could go visit the Christmas market tomorrow, and treat herself to a nice lunch? That sounded nice.

She had to still think of what to give him for Christmas, given how proud he sounded of his gift for her. But what can you give someone who had everything in the world?

She thought for an hour, then came up with an idea. She was going to make him a scrapbook - of all important events since he joined Madrid. His first goal, his first MOTM, his first trophy, the first time the fans help up a banner for him, his first Clasico (where they met), stuff like that.

It was late. She’d pick up the stuff for it from the market tomorrow, and start looking for the right pictures. After randomly scrolling through Netflix for a bit, she put her laptop aside and willed herself to sleep. There were things to do tomorrow, things to look forward to.

But what she woke up to was not something she was looking forward to, far from it.

It was 8 am, early for her on a Saturday off but more sleep just eluded her. Out of habit, she checked her phone and was alarmed to see 8 missed calls from Roma through the night. And many messages to check if she was up & how she was doing.

She scrolled through her messages to find a tabloid piece link. When she clicked on it, the banner photo was of Jude kissing a very pretty girl last night. The all caps headline screamed in her face:

Jude Bellingham reunites with his ex-girlfriend. His already perfect year just got sweeter!

The phone dropped from her hands, and her breath got knocked out of her chest.

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So, folks wanted angst and more action right? Told you to wait!

Remember, there are more chapters to come...so don't start jumping from somewhere...

As always, your thoughts / comments / feedback are most welcome!!

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PARIS - PEDRI

summary: youre pedris gf and are traveling with him for the psg game

a/n: im sorry but these are so fun to make 😭

@yourinsta

i was reading on the plane, second pic is what I was reading, third pic is me sleeping (no clickbait)

liked by pedri, menshealth and 1,729,542 others.

pedri: ...

random: LMAOOOOO NOT PEDRI

menshealth: best book on the planet 💪💪💪

random: is she traveling with barca to paris?

random: ig so

random: this is so mean actually

random: cry about it

random: frrrr

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@yourinsta

@mikkykiemeney (my love) and me enjoying our love in the city of love, dont know who the third guy is, he randomly photo bombed us

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 2,668,018 others.

pedri: babe.... stop these photos.....

random: LMAOOOO

random: why are they in paris?

random: love the duoooo 🫶🏻🫶🏻

random: PUTA BARCA

mikkykiemeny: Mi amor ❤️❤️❤️❤️

pablogavi: that guy on the third pic be looking hot who is that

random: lets gooo we're gonna beat psg

random: PEDRI IS SO FINEEE

feeeeeeeerrrrrrr: you cut me out of the picture😞😞😞

random: LETS COOK DEMBELE

fcbarcelona: always with us 🫶🏻❤️

raphinha: i think the guy on the third picture is the pilot of the plane

random: why is she so mean

random: i love you for doing Pedri dirty

frenkiedejong: our women got stolen

pedri: justice for us

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@yourinsta

knew that paris copied us

liked by pedri, jkeey4 and 2,183,017 othes.

pedri: 😍😍😍

random: so prettyyyy

siramartinezc: welcome home 😁😁

random: LMAOOOOO WHAT

random: Why she so funny

@yourinsta

VAMOSSSS

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 1,991,772 others.

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@yourinsta

pov: you just gave the most jaw dropping assist but you gotta play it off cool

liked by pedri, fcbarcelona and 1,629,991 others.

random: Hala Madrid

pedri: ❤️❤️

frenkiedejong: hey thats me!!

fcbarcelona: Our magicians 🎩 🫶🏻

mikkykiemeney: our one night stands😝😝

yourinsta: frrrr

pedri: babe seriously.

frenkiedejong: hey....

random: the pic of pedri lmaoo

random: Psg easy winn barca no chance

random: we finally have them back

random: Pedri is so fineeeeee

pablogavi: When do i get my appreciation post????

yourinsta: as soon as you play, promise

pablogavi: easy game

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@yourinsta

and my man, thank you to my man 😘❤️

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 2,729,681 others.

pedri: de nada amor ❤️

random: AAAA

random: the flowers. im dying.

random: im actually so jealous.

pablogavi: fine i mean i can be your passanger princess too

random: actually that car is so cool

random: how to sign up to be pedris girlfriend

random: REALLL

random:

ferrantorres: and again i get no credit for heloing him with the flowers

pedri: cr to ferran

yourinsta: ferran you only think about yourself

pedri: yes ferran think about others too

ferrantorres: what....

pedri: you egoistic.

yourinsta: HAHAHAH

random: shes allowed to drive his car.... 😞

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@yourinsta

hot girls support red bull, anyways MAX FOR THE WIN. HE HAS DONE IT AGAIN.

liked by pedri, maxverstappen1 and 2,829,729 others.

random: why she just spawning everywhere

random: whats max doing here

random: YESSS MAX THE GOATT

pedri: hot guys get forced to support red bull because of their girlfriends

random: LOOOL WHAT

random: Shes so iconic

random: Ferrari deserved the podium

random: not our fault if they cant build cars

random: ateee

random: lewis for the win

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@yourinsta

car appreciation post (plus the man driving it)

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 982,829 others.

pedri: ❤️❤️

yourinsta: dry ass comment

pablogavi: damn

pedri: my bad, i love you my wonderful girlfriend the love of my life please marry me in that car

yourinsta: okay!! 😁😁🥰🥰❤️❤️

random: i want pedri as a boyfriend

random: awww the flowers

random: I would do anything to have a car like that

pablogavi: always flexing that damn car

yourinsta: gotta do what you gotta do 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

random: PEDRI IN A SUIT?