#oh I wish i had more energy rn

[largecoldbrew]

in another life i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[supernova41st]

Hiiii can you do some tf2 x drunk/sleepy reader? I need sniper comfort rn. You write so well, I wish I could devour it.

Roses are red, I’m going to bed 🌘

Tf2 x Sleepy!Reader

A/n: this request is pretty yum, also I CANNOT have 3 day weekends. I literally just ruined my sleep schedule on those three days I’m dead 😵

Warnings: Alcoholism

Divider by Cat Kitsune on Tumblr

Spy

Will not hesitate to force you to wake up or go to bed, he can’t a snoozy hoe on his team

If you have messy bed hair he’s always prepared to brush it. He firmly believes that when coming to work you should look your best.

“Ow! Stop you’re gonna pull it out!!”

“Oh enough whining, you’re fine.”

Proceeds to pull a whole knot you had in that bird nest you call hair

Showing up in your pajama pants? Not on his watch. He’s always bringing a spare of your uniform

“Here, put this on”

“Cmon spy I’m really tired, can I just skip this one?”

“No, you said that last time and ended up sleeping in the middle of battle because you ‘felt too comfortable’.”

He’ll slap you awake, don’t doubt him, he will.

He mostly does it whenever he’s giving out one of his little speeches, he can’t stand it when people don’t listen to him

“If we don’t do this mission right, we might as well kill ourselves now.”

snore

“sigh I’ve had enough of this girl/boy.”

You’d be lurking around the kitchen getting your midnight snack, then he just suddenly pops out of nowhere scaring the shit out of you

Will try to offer you an espresso to wake you up or get you sober but you didn’t enjoy it

Sniper

You sleepy fucks.

Ok but he’s always taking care of you, he doesn’t have much going on in his little world so he’s always able to cut some time to bring you to bed

“Cmon mate, let’s go”

“Nooo, just one more shot”

“There are no more shots, you finished the bloody bottle.”

He tried giving you coffee but you puked in his van because this motherfucker served you BLACK coffee

“I’m so sorry Snipez! I’ll make sure to scrub it clean so that it doesn’t smell”

“No worries lad, it’s on me for draggin’ ya into me van”

Oof, and here you were ready to get the daylights knocked out of you for making his van smell like sour liquor

Of course he forgave you mostly because he loves you, but he also relates to you on the sleepy note

If you guys even sit next to each other then one of you guys are gonna sleep on the others shoulder

You better be a heavy sleeper tho, his snores are LOUDD

If you guys sleep in the base soldier wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming how the enemy team is shooting missiles at the base

However it’s a rare occasion since for the most part he lets you sleep with him in his van

even if it can barely fit him

Whenever you pass out with your head laying on a surface, he’d put his hat on your head because he thinks it’s cute

“Heh, sleep well love.”

Medic

Don’t pass out around him, just don’t

Long story short Demoman passed out in his presence once and stole the Scottish guys liver to test the effects his experiments would have on you and demo since you guys drink a lot

He’s so surprised how you have so much energy on the field and immediately pass out as before you can even change out your uniform

“BRING IT ON YOU BLUEBERRY BITCHES”

You’d pass out in the middle of battle

He offered to do some experiments on you to see how he can give you more energy to stay awake but you declined because, duh.

Once you just took your daily hour long nap and the first think you saw when waking up was a pair of brown eyes staring at you

“Ah, you’re awake. Vell my job here is done.”

“Medic please don’t tell me you did some shit to me.”

“Vat? Nonsense!! I just watched you sleep for a bit.”

“..I think I’d rather have you do the first option”

[burn-before-reading]

here when you get back

Joost Klein x reader

His job has him away from you most day, but that makes the time you have together all the more precious

word count: 500ish

a/n: im procrastinating a bunch of things rn. more joost content for yall. short bit of fluff.

RPF BELOW. dont read if uncomfy thanks

Its more often than not he finds himself coming home in the dead of night. After a long day performing and meeting people, he wanted nothing more than to come home to you.

Opening the front door and walking to the kitchen he sees the remains of a late night snack you had prepared yourself. Dirty dishes and bowls left over from making cookies, and said cookies piled up on a decorative plate in the center of the kitchen island. A old cup of tea drunk and left to grow cold next to the plate. Crumbs on the counter the only other trace of your feast.

Joost scoops the crumbs up and into the trash before taking a bite of your work himself. The chocolate chips melt in his mouth and he sighs, enjoying the home baked good. he enjoyed his treat, but now wanted to give his compliments to the chef he goes to look for you.

It was already late, so your obvious whereabouts were going to be the bed you two shared. most likely snuggled up with a moomin plush he bought for your birthday the year before.

The door creaks open to the bedroom and the light from the hallway perfectly illuminates the soft rise and fall of the blanket from your sleeping form. his feet quietly pad into the room as he does his best to get ready for bed without waking you, but you are eventually disturbed by the dip in the bed and your eyes open.

“morning,” you yawn. He chuckles and leans down to kiss your forehead. Looking to his side of the bed, he smiled when he sees the moomin not in your arms, but placed delicately under the covers, head resting on what is supposed to be his pillow.

He moves the plush to his nighstand.

“its four am, sorry to wake you. go back to sleep lieverd..” he whispers and you nod. Raising your arm up to open the blanket and he climb in. He scoops you up in his embrace and you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, satisfied with your new position. His hands found their way to your waist and under your t-shirt, where he gently rubbed the small of your back with his thumb. the other playing with the waistband of your pajamas, but neither of really having the energy of taking things further.

“Joost,” you mumble into his chest, causing him to hum in reply, “ How long are you back..?”

“mmm, only tomorrow. I leave the day after for Berlin.”

“I wish I could come with you… or you stay here..” You squish closer to him and he squeezes you in reply.

“Oh Lieverd… last trip for a while, I promise. I miss seeing you every morning.” he tilts to kiss your forehead again and leaves his lips there, like if he pulled away he would miss his chance to be this close to you again.

“promise..” eyes closed still and drifting off once again, the last thing you heard from him was his soft laugh. the rise and fall of his chest lulling you back to sleep.

[phyrestartr]

Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (TEASER)

#full is NSFW, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, mentions of abuse, typical canon violence, morally grey reader, sukuna has FEELINGS but is BAD AT FEELINGS

A/N: this fic is so long rn lol I just have to release a piece of it into the wild :sob: feel free to reply if you want to be tagged for the full story when it's ready

☆☆☆

You were never supposed to be anything more than a trinket. You were a gift from some family trying to show off for Sukuna, so much so that they offered him a delicacy, something he surely didn't have yet–a yokai. A kitsune, to be more exact. One with peculiar black tails. 

Sukuna found it interesting, and similarly desperate, to be brought such a creature as tribute. Certainly, it was meant to be seen as a high honour, yet somehow it felt…off. Why would humans give up something so powerful? 

Unexpectedly, it'd be you who told him. 

They submit me for the sake of convenience and mockery, your withering voice whispered where no one else could hear. You sounded weak. Tired. Maybe afraid, yet brave enough to reach towards the king and unveil the intentions of the men who brought you before him. 

Sukuna's eyes flicked to you, his feigned interest in what the sorcerers said falling straight into dismissal. You were much more intriguing. 

“Oh?” Sukuna asked, a smile creeping onto his face. The speakers ceased their jabbering and stared at your back with fierce intensity. Sukuna grinned wider. Oh, how he loved the way fear twisted mortal faces. 

You didn't shift or crumple into yourself under the eyes of so many, however. You pushed on with what little energy and life you had, so intent on dragging that clan through the mud. 

What I say is true, you assured simply. I expect to die today–

“Speak so everyone hears you, fox,” Sukuna commanded.

“--so I–I–” you coughed and cleared your throat, trying to rid your voice of the scratchy, weakness it struggled through. “I wish to not die with regrets.

“They have rendered me ill and unable to produce children, they see the black of my tails and regard me as an ill omen; yet they bring me to you, daring to spin sweet tales about the value of such an offering. But they lie,” You hissed. Your eyes glinted with molten malice, and Sukuna fell captivated. “They throw me to you as they would diseased meat to dogs.” 

The courtyard fell silent, and Sukuna basked in it. You really were such a little troublemaker. A quietly chaotic force of nature. 

The king stood, rolling his shoulders as he did, and his pride flared as you dropped to your knees before him in respect. He walked to you and patted your head as one might a child's before appraising the sorcerers stood before him. 

“What a disappointment,” Sukuna sighed, raising another hand. The couple took up position, pooling their cursed energy in hopes of fending off the monster standing before them. The effort was quite cute. “Here I thought your clan might actually earn my mercy.” His hand dropped as the two lunged. Then, the two clansmen fell, too, both in neat, vertical halves. Quite overkill, yes, but he had a point to make. 

Where he expected a reaction from you, he got nothing. Only panting and poorly-stifled coughs came from you, racking through the entirety of your skin and bones frame. Sukuna could see it up close now, the way your body trembled from fatigue, the sickly greying of your skin, the scent of disease clinging to you. 

That wouldn't do. Sukuna liked his things to be in good shape. 

“Uraume,” Sukuna droned as he stared down at you, “fix this.”

[vivisviolets]

Okkk, let’s spy on your ex (& where you are now) 👁‍🗨💭‼️ (*PAC+ 18+ Extended)

wow,, I mean ok then😭😭 I don’t support it…. But I got to give out the dirt I’ve received 👀… lol ⦿ ✧・*close your eyes love, breatheee, ease them shoulders,- and focus on which image draws your eye for whatever reason- trust and stay open to the magic of it all!! don't rush it!! and don't force it either if none catch your eye! make a request to Spirit/the Universe/God to guide you to whatever messages you need to hear rn~*

. . . Pile 1

⦿ Virgo/earth placements, Virgo season, Moon dominant, Cancer placements/degrees (Moon, 4th house, rising, Venus), Aries degrees, September, summer dusk, 8-9pm, hoodies, scent, connection to pile 3(?), numbers 111, 9999, 911(omg), channeled songs- Don’t Forget Me - Maggie Rogers, Wedding List - Kate Bush ⦿ The first thing I heard was they love you- they loooove you- like exaggerated text and all pile 1s… Oh goodness, I can feel some of you squirming uncomfortably like “Ohh boy…” at hearing that, for some of you it’s because this feeling is unrequited in some way (you did feel love for them but you either distanced yourself, or you fell out of love w/ them- or both), and you really just wish to move on and forget about this (I distinctly got a very clear vision of a summer night, with the first few chords of the song Don’t Forget Me by Maggie Rogers playing- it’s a very vague, wishy-washy memory that I know for my moving-on group still makes you feel things,,)- and for a few of you here,, you do still love this person,- or more so right underneath the surface, you are still “in love” with them… OK I’ll just say, I’m going to do my very best to be sensitive to both groups that resonate with this pile, because there is a lot of raw emotion coming from the two groups- one is freshly moved on, either only just recently in the past few months you’ve split from this person- and or it been 1 year+ and you may have had a “relapse” in grief/introspection over this- and the other group of this collective is still “in love”. I’m hearing the phrase “love-baggage”, so some of you I’m seeing were/are living with this person, and lots of their things are still in your space- and you keep almost unconsciously thinking they're going to come back… for others, you had a lot of plans with this person, a lot of desires/wishes, and or both of those things and you had a lot of expectations and dreams of what could be built in this relationship- and now that it’s ended it's like a Christmas display after the holiday is over, there’s a big empty feeling of “…so- was that it?” I’m so sorry sugar!! (to both groups here 💔) this sounds and feels to me like this connection was a real tisy to you. you didn’t deserve that,- but I can tell from your energy that what happened has really made you grow in a very big and important way, even if it feels like some days it changed you for the worse (I can feel those in the group that struggle with a lot of depression/anxiety stemming from this❤️ I see you, you are heard, and you have my heart to rest in for this reading 🌙)- that won’t be the case forever, please trust me on this that this experience has changed you and your path for the better- for your highest good and joy.- ok final things for the energy check before I move forward- scent was really important to this connection, it either was what your ex found to be really alluring about you/the relationship they had with you, or this is how you felt about them (and or this was a shared attraction!), something about clothing being shared and either you or them being very turned on by that activity (could be s*xual but I more feel a possessive energy), I’m also seeing this person really got off (again😭 *not* meant to be s*xual but omg why are these phrases coming to mind ummm-) on hugging you/holding you close, like having their face carved into the right side of your neck (now I’m hearing that Faye Webster song, Right Side of My Neck- again this whole reading could be either more adult or wholesome you be the judge I wasn’t there 👁-) and just resting in the scent of your warmth. I’m seeing someone who looks very tired and saw this relationship with you as a *relief*- There’s a masc figure (not gendered just energy) who may have worked long hours/nights, or they pilled work onto themselves because they felt they had too,, something about them wanting to be a provider for you but they went about it in a way that they suffered/thus the relationship suffered…

I don’t see you guys as being the type to need/want that, but more the type to want equality in the relationship regarding that, and rely more on having a developed emotional bond- and this ex may have had a hard time trying to know how to “provide” you with that and so out of fear they tried to focus on some other way to give to you (I’m hearing it may have been out of ego) and thus they became destructive out of not addressing this fear they had- I kinda went off!! omg, I’ll shut up and actually get to the part where I tune into where they are and how they are I guess… I keep seeing a figure walking forward, in this gray plane of existence, occasionally sitting in a coffee shop, a place of work, talking to some people for a moment before things fade again and they’re back to trekking forward…

they don’t look unhappy, but they don’t seem peaceful either. and this is how they feel currently not having you in their life, not having this relationship as a structure in their life, appearing ok and productive on the outside, while on the inside… all they can do is keep walking into the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, posting on instagram and then continuing to walk- and I’m hearing maybe the piece of them still connected to you is saying that “you feel the same way”… goddamn it pile 1 I am completely on your side, no buts about it, and all I will say to that message coming through is you need to look into a possible cord-cut ritual. find one that feels intuitively correct to your situation (no murder), and definitely meditate if this person/ex-relationship has been on your mind because it is crucial for you to move on, move out, and move forward from this relationship. for you, AND for this ex. please, please, please, work towards detachment and neutrality. obviously, feel your emotions and address them, but afterward do the final closure by saying- “that was hurtful, that makes me feel hurt, but it happened.”- I know it’s “fun” to pick apart text messages and realize all the times you two weren’t right for each other, and it's easy to live in the past then continue into the unknown (so many songs coming through omg you guys experienced a lot of memories together)- but you have got to start. just a little bit forward every day, please work on your fear of moving forward, because there is nothing to fear- your future self is already at peace, and that future self is you already! you have all the tools to get to them- all it needs is a couple steps forward a day, do it sick, do it crying, do it scared, do it hopeless. just. start. moving. (and do not feel “guilty”, this person will be ok. just like how you will be ok. and that is something to be hopeful about!!) I keep hearing “not at this time”, which is what your ex may possibly be thinking in the back of their mind,- I really hate posting PACs with borderline breadcrumbing but I do see a possible rekindling/reunion between you two, but not for a long time, much longer then either of you expect and it will truly be when you two are incredibly removed from what happened and basically completely different people- and life/the universe will be like “haha ok RENUION EPISODE TIME!!!! nostalgia bait!!!!~” it will be kinda silly, not even in a sardonic way but it will weirdly be very light-hearted, like both of you will be in on some inside joke no one else quite gets. I don’t even see this being romantic in the slightest between you, it's more a shared time of “partnership” and nothing will even get discussed because- both of you will be moved on and settled. in other words, no bad blood housed in the future, thanks to letting it all heal in the present time ⭐️.

sooo pile 1s that's what I got for you, hope you enjoyed haha and that you feel really more chilled out~ and that you continue that feeling into your day/afternoon/evening. One last word of advice, I know things can feel really lonely at times, but truly- your own company is the best company, and it is what you need at this time. and that’s beautiful- so make it beautiful for yourself ❤️!!!!!! ok, I love you so so much~.

*totes random but someone here needs to play around on character ai 💀um-)

🎆THIS READING HAS AN EXTENDED READING OVER ON MY PATREON~♡🎆 “Okkk let’s spy on your ex 👁‍🗨💭‼️ (EXTENDED their 18+ thoughts/where their mind wonders 👀) ***MDI

. . . Pile 2

⦿ The Devil, Five of Wands (reversed), Nine of cups, The Sun (reversed), Knight of Cups (reversed), Three of Wands (reversed) (bottom of deck) ⦿ TW/CW (sh mention/slight 18+ mention), Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio placements, Aquarius placements/degrees (Venus, 11th house, Jupitar, 3rd house), blue, panic/anxiety attacks, dissociation, numbers 11, 10, 1111, 1010, channeled songs- Shades of Cool - Lana Del Rey, Lilies - Ethel Cain ⦿ Hi pile 2s. you’re really going through it aren’t you?.. very strange energy going on- “a different realm” I’m hearing is the phase of life you feel you are in ❤️. I actually began channeling bits and pieces of your pile during pile 1, I do not know why there seems to be a weird connection/relation to pile 1 because I already know this pile is going to be quite a bit different (its like all the piles “know each other” its so weird-) but anyways. let me warm up to your chilly energy pile 2s, because I mean seriously, you guys are really going through it- not to be dark but if you’re into Ethel Cain this is like when she dies and gets put in an icebox- LIKE THATS WHERE YOU GUYS FEEL YOU ARE RN 💀… babe you don’t need anymore sympathy, or pity, I’m just going to be straight up with you- what you need is some love. and you need to accept that love- EVEN if that love, is just from yourself. yes, yourself. In fact, that’s where you really need to start because once you open your own heart back up, that’ll be when the sun shines through again… that message aside, this relationship ending really left you in the cold, it may have happened so suddenly that you feel in shock- in fact, for some of you this shocked-grief may have come to you later on- and its effecting you mentally, emotionally, spiritually, maybe even physically, I was perfectly ok channeling/writting the other piles but being here my hands are shaky, I keep making typos on every other word + double typing letters, the food I just ate doesnt feel like its digesting (+anxiety is just ramping up in me for no reason- partly effected by the sun setting- the weather/seasonal changes may be effecting you)… you’re sick over this pile 2 ❤️… and I really do not want to be triggering and if this does NOT feel like the energy you are currently in I urge you to pick another pile/pick another pac all together. wow ok, my chest is so heavy, and I need to step away to close my eyes in a comforting place (my bathroom lol) and I encourage you to do the same- see you in 15.. 13.. 11.. 9.. 7.. 5.. 3.. 1..- ok! I’m back in comfier clothes, this pile will definitely be more focused on you, tbh I do not even want nor have the desire to focus on your ex so I apologize but we’ll see- you may be having some sensory issues at this time because I was very anxious trying to find the “right” type of hair tie, I didn’t want a plastic one nor a heavy scrunchie.. but even in this space I took from your pile I was still channeling the whole time so BIG TW‼️ for these next energy check-in messages, some of you may be SH-ing at this time, I do not want to give some of you ideas,- but this could be physical self-harm (not just destructive emotion habits i mean), -even if you’re in a state of frozen apathy right now, you are still semi-consciously trying to find ways to address/expel this pain. This whole situation is giving fallen-angel vibes, you feel you have fallen into a very broken world filled with nothing but hopelessness on the horizon… I do not know what else to say other than express disappointment for you pile 2... you're in a rough place.

-one of the final big things regarding this energy, is that there was some kind of “savior complex” in this ex-relationship- and so I’m finally beginning to tap into the energy within the relationship itself… this savior complex may have been mutual, or one-sided- I cannot quite tell, there is an energy that is clearly more docile but emotionally rather volatile (?), and an energy that is distant yet very hot-headed/vicious,, good grief 🤪- also there is a more feminine energy, and a more masculine energy in this pile- I’m trying to be vague as people can play multiple roles/parts at different times- but there were some clear distinctions between the two of you in this relationship (could even be a submissive/dominant dynamic), and within that came co-dependency and this “savior complex” (which weirdly enough- was a slight theme in pile 1 but idk if I mentioned that or not)… you could have been the more “fem/sub/docile” one and was being viewed as requiring “saving” by this “masc/dom/vicious” person, manipulating you financially, physically, etc- or it could very well be the other way around where the more “fem” person felt they were emotionally “saving” you by manipulating you emotionally, mentally, etc… again change/rearrange for your situation and again this could have been a mutual “wanting to save/gain control” of the other person… its all very complicated. -baby, all I can say is that it is good that you are out of it, and if any part of you is still in it I urge you HEAVILY to get the fuck out of it and seek help. I know it is said often but no one can “save” anyone, and that is very true pile 2.- people, friendships, and relationships, are made truly beautiful by helping each other through hard times, unconditionally 💗. and it can be very true and real that other people can help us to reach where we want to be/can help us get out of certain situations, but my darling- this relationship has ended for a reason, the universe did not want this- not because you are not allowed to have what you desire, but because you cannot gain it through this relationship, through this person- I’m sorry. I ask you to begin to change your perspective to something more faithful- faithful to the perspective that what ended was somehow aimed at you gaining what you truly desire, and as divine protection. I know that some of what I have been saying is rather frequently brought up and certain “self-care” advice can begin to sound like monkey chatter yapping- but I do hope that something has gotten to you and made you feel heard in this reading pile 2💗 get out of the icebox and begin to experience life fully through your own lens, instead of through the lens of someone else loving you- you are deserving of a love that wraps you up at the end of your day and nourishes you, but you have to first learn to make a home within yourself ♡. I love you pile 2!! take a shower, clean a small corner of your living space, put on some clean clothes, and watch some anime. just take every moment as it comes for yourself. neutralize the overwhelm ♡. *one last thing- I can't recommend my own extended that I wrote out for you- if you are feeling sensitive, raw, or still relapsing into dwelling over this relationship- please, do not read it. please take care of yourself- you know what would make you feel ok best. I say this as a warning, do what you like- if you want more info, go head and check out what I wrote out ♡. proceed with caution and all that.* 🎆THIS READING HAS AN EXTENDED READING OVER ON MY PATREON~♡🎆 “Okkk let’s spy on your ex 👁‍🗨💭‼️ (EXTENDED their 18+ thoughts/where their mind wonders 👀) ***MDI

. . . Pile 3

⦿ The Star (reversed), Queen of Cups, Five of Wands, Seven of Swords (reversed), Eight of Pentacles (reverse), The Emperor (reversed), ⦿ Aries/Leo/Sagittarius placements, fire dominant, Mercury dominant, Virgo placements/degrees (6th house, 1st house, Saturn *6h/virgo degree), comfort food, sunshine, numbers 444, 888, 222, 111, channeled songs- Vogue mix - bookstore radio(yt) + Dark Red - Steve Lacy, Wild Side - Suki Waterhouse ⦿ UGH PILE 3s- you won’t BELIEVE the day I’ve had- no seriously as soon as I stepped in your energy I breathed a sigh of relief- because OH MY GOD, you are doing so well. and I know as soon as I said that you either felt 1. bashful confidence like “ughhh stawpp but also keep going~”, or 2. immediate crippling anxiety and self-doubt. well don’t crumble on me yet!! and stay with me now, whatever the hell you are doing, I’m here to tell you- you are doing the right thing and you are on the right path. and it is going to become ever more obvious that you’re doing the right thing by you making a little bit of headway every day- even if you just started feeling better TODAY- I’m here to tell you that you are doing well (even if the rest of your week has been shit lol). goodness pile 3, I write my PACs over a couple days because life has me chasing butterflies sometimes- but anyways, I’ve been thinking of your energy since 2 days ago,- I just keep getting the most peaceful and wholesome images in my head of where you are currently pile 3s, I’m seeing you looking so freaking cute, I’m seeing neck scarfs, you doing your hair in cute up-dos, you walking around your apartment/place of living looking like your ready to hit the town/turn some errands into a self-care date- you’re smelling really nice too- like you’ve really gained control over your time/energy and so you can now dedicate some intentional time into physically feeling good!! I’m hearing that Emma Thomson quote “This is your body- this is your home, it’s where you live”. and truly pile 3, you really are living solo right now, you've turned the energy spent on your bestie, your lover, your roommate, your sibling, towards yourself. you are spending some beautiful quality time with yourself. your intention setting has grown so strong and you really are now investing most of your time/energy into you/your life. which is allowing you to be so in the moment- your moment, your world- goodness jesus pile 3! I’m struggling to not ramble on about you, I can view you and feel your current state SO clearly I can almost taste it- but the thing is, I’m actually rather unable to fully “embody” your energy, because you’ve become that protected and within your own space, so I’m honestly just admiring you outside looking in lol. moving forward in painting the picture I can see of your life, going back to how I could almost “taste” your lifestyle rn- I’m also seeing you’re eating really good right now, you being so connected to yourself is making any food you intake taste sooo good and its nourishing your body so well- I’m seeing a lot of fresh fruit like pears, apples, oranges, tangerines, also seeing you eating out at really delicious places and the food is so good- you’re also beginning to make your own meals as well which I’m here to tell you is increasing your amazingly good energy- keep making dinner for yourself it’s so cute and beautiful~ you’ve turned so many aspects of your day-to-day mundane life into “self-dates”, and now that you’ve charged up with consistently giving to yourself, I see you balancing your time with going out and making plans with specific friends- you’re not interested or have the urge to socialize with a friends-of-friends group of people, and definitely there is no pull towards meeting someone new- because this is still a delicate time for you, you’ve built up so much valuable inner peace.

So I’m seeing a lot of very mutually giving one-on-one time with some of your closest friends, you’re giving such quality energy to them right now and them to you as well- I’m seeing there are 2 people who you’re focusing on the most/they’re the most in your life at this time, I'm hearing specifics but I’ll leave that out for the collective, but the strongest images coming through is female/fem friendships, “sisterhood” (this could even be your sister/sibling, otherwise you just feel very connected/have a history with these friends), and you’re walking together down-town doing some shopping but also deep in conversation, going to comforting restaurants dressed to the nines- all 3 of you (you + these 2 closest friends) could also be all going out together- good God is your life-giving main-character in a chick flick right now my pile 3s- specific soundtrack and all AHAHA. *btw to those here who feel like their life is not living up to what I just described, again take what resonates and change it to fit your situation, but these things if they are not happening currently in your life, it will happen. I can absolutely feel it, it feels so right, and I encourage you to take what I just wrote out as visualization inspo~ Oh yea your ex— this always happens where I come up with the title and theme of a pac- and then I don’t get to it until a paragraph later (tho some of you like that so lmk), anyway. they’re out,- I’m honestly struggling to even pick up on them because the situation is that moved on from and spirit agrees, like spirit divinely moved this situation on, I can only pick up a whiff of what’s up. It’s giving like, a crush or friendship you made in kindergarten, like it happened, and it’s a part of your past, and your past is you, but it’s in the past- like it happened so long ago. you know? like why talk about it… that’s how I’m feeling about the teensiest bit of what I’ve sniffed out- but,, I do have an extended to write out later soooo- I’m actually sorry pile 3 I’m going to keep digging. I think it’s funny that I keep using scent as a metaphor for trying to pick up on this ex-person, it makes me think that the only vague thing that you can still recall is their scent. despite how vague and blurry everything else has become, the memory of their scent is still incredibly vivid,, and truly it only takes that memory recall to then paint the rest of the picture of who this person is and who they were to you, and the unit you were with them- good God, again something connected to how they smelled- it’s deep, aromantic, sensual, sweet, like drifting off into honey- I’ve been hearing songs through your whole reading by the way as though I’m playing one of my playlists while writing this (I’m not), that's why I said your life is like a chick flick- soundtrack and all- anyways, the song coming to mind as I dip myself into this memory of this person is Slow Like Honey by Fiona Apple. so, if I described this person’s energy so far then there you go- I keep wanting to say “your person”, but like, this situation is done.

the only “but” or “what if(s)” is derived from you and them sharing a point in time with each other, and you know- your past is still a part of you, and it’s past for a reason, and since it’s in the past, then really it’s already closed.- obviously, it's completely valid for you to remember this and still grieve by the way, because our emotional beings can’t really tell the difference between memory and current reality, but at the same time our logic does know the difference- it's a mind vs. heart thing, the past is closure by default, even if that does not fit with the puzzle that is our emotions. and I’m here to let you know it is ok no matter where you are to still feel at times that they were a part of you, because they were a part of your past, and your past is a part of you. -just to wrap up, I’m not seeing anything about them other than that they are their own person, just like you, with their own life, just like yours, -in essence, I don’t see any specifics at all-, and just like you this shared past is also a part of them. both of you are separate people, who share a link with each other that is now in a state of closure (which you both revisit and walk through), and that’s for the absolute best, for both of you.

*-now, can I dig up what the situation was when it was messier and get freaky with it- yes I can, it’ll be funny lol-* 🎆THIS READING HAS AN EXTENDED READING OVER ON MY PATREON~♡🎆 “Okkk let’s spy on your ex 👁‍🗨💭‼️ (EXTENDED their 18+ thoughts/where their mind wonders 👀) ***MDI

. . . i just wrote for so long I'm shaking i need tea (the drink kind☕️ cus i spilled enough of the other type of tea lmao) love, vi~♡

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REVENANT ✦ DR3

The word "Revenant" originates from the French term meaning "one who returns", typically referring to someone who has come back from the dead. In a broader, metaphorical sense, it can signify a powerful return or revival of one's presence or influence after a period of absence or dormancy. Much like a phoenix rising from its ashes, a revenant embodies the idea of rebirth and transformation. This concept fits perfectly with the rebirth of someone's image, suggesting a dramatic resurgence where the individual re-emerges stronger and more resilient than before. Just as the phoenix symbolizes renewal and immortality, a revenant signifies the indomitable spirit of overcoming past setbacks and reasserting oneself with renewed vigor and purpose. In the context of personal reinvention, the revenant represents a profound metamorphosis, where an individual sheds their old self, overcoming the remnants of past failures, heartaches, and struggles.

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ PIT BOARD: social media au | ✦ FC: becky g

✦ TRACK LIMITS: just fluff and Rúben being a simp <3

✦ MAY'S RADIO: hooooli, guys! MERRY CHRISTMAS, FELIZ NAVIDAD!!! Sending you all big hugs and forehead kisses 🤗 it's been a while...*checks wristwatch* huh only six months 😅 if you are still here you have my full gratitude and love. Thank you for being patient with me 🖤 it's definiely been a crazy year for me, especially the second half of it! To the nonnie(s) that asked for more Rúben, this chapter is all for you 😘 and tysm for all the asks you send me, those are the highlight of my week! OH to the nonnie who didn't believe when I said it was coming this december...buen provecho, bebé 😏🖤

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bohnes ✔ Song choice on point, attitude on fire 🔥

alexalbon ✔ YN, please, my girlfriend is on this app

lilymhe ✔ mooove I'm trying to stare at yn 😍 alexalbon ✔ lilymhe 😤😤😤 yourinstagram ✔ are we about to kiss rn?? lilymhe move noddle boy don't be greedy alexalbon

carmenmmundt ✔ oh my, yourinstagram drop the routine please 😍

rubendias ✔ Keep showing them how it’s done. That’s the woman I love ❤️

yourinstagram ✔ rubendias I know an amazing man from who I learn a lot from ❤️

andrew_allen ✔ can't stop, won't stop 🫡

chloestroll ✔ This is the energy we all need in our lives

pauljasonklein ✔ They weren’t ready for this level of unbothered energy 💅

lewishamilton ✔ Let your success be the loudest clapback

chappellroan ✔ They’re watching, wishing they had your strength

mariahthescientist ✔ some people are just background noise while you're center stage

taylorswift ✔ Imagine thinking you could mess with Y/N

saweetie ✔ mood: middle finger up, success all around 🖕💅

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user EVERYONE GET UP POP LATIN EMERGENCY

lilymhe ✔ WE WILL BE STREAMING

tchalamet ✔ seated.

ameliadimz ✔ omg

user3 Can't wait!! what kind of vibes are we getting this time?

user4 WE ARE READY FOR THE NEW ERAAAAAAA

user5 This video has such powerful energy! It’s like Y/N saying, ‘I’m done with the bullshit and I’m stronger than ever’ Can’t wait to hear these songs 🤩

madelyncline ✔ i canceled my plans for this

user6 She’s burning it all down—those love notes are GONE. She’s rising from the ashes stronger than ever!!

sabrinacarpenter ✔ I forgot how to breathe omg

user7 ARE THOSE THE LOVE NOTES BEING BURNED???!!! AND SHE CHOSE TODAY OF ALL DAYS TO POST IT??? 😭

userA choosing what would've been her 3rd anniversary with daniel to post this video is a bold move lmao she is THAT BITCH and she done giving af as she mahfucking should 👏👏

user8 The flames reflecting in her eyes, the love notes, and then that last frame of her just looking unbothered?? QUEEN 👑

user9 Sis is burning down everything that doesn’t serve her anymore. This album is about to be a masterpiece of heartbreak and growth 🔥💔

user10 This video is EVERYTHING. She’s putting her past in the fire, and it’s only making her stronger. Album of the year incoming!! 🤩

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yourinstagram Last night was a dream I never imagined. Thank you, billboard, for the Impact Award – an honor I share with every single person fighting for change, for equality, for representation. 🌟

Using my platform to support underrepresented communities across the U.S. and Latin America is my greatest privilege, but the work is far from over. We have a long road ahead, and it’s up to all of us to keep pushing for a world where every voice is heard and every dream has a chance. 💖

I made a vow to my community, to my family, to my younger self that maybe the promise wasn’t that I wouldn’t leave where I came from, but that I would take where I’m from wherever I go. Without fear, there is no courage and with that same courage, we can make impact. This isn’t just my award – it’s for everyone who stands up, speaks out, and lifts others up. Let’s keep going, together ✨

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rubendias ✔ ¡Parabéns, anjo! Eres un ejemplo de cómo usar tu voz para el bien. Sigue brillando, mi amor 💖 [⥂ translation: Congratulations, angel! You are an example of how to use your voice for good. Keep shining, my love 💖]

userA WAIT HE SPEAKS SPANISH, TOO?! 😳 SHUUUUUTCHOO MOUFF 🥵 userB yourinstagram when's the wedding???

mrodofficial ✔ YESSS!! You’re a real one, always out here making waves. Congrats, mi reina 👑🖤

dovecameron ✔ no one's more deserving than you 🖤

user Some people tried to dim your light, but you’ve only grown brighter. You’re showing everyone what it means to rise above the noise and make a REAL impact. We’re so proud of you!

americaferrera ✔ An award that reflects the beautiful person you are, inside and out. You deserve this and so much more. Love you! ❤️

taylorswift ✔ So proud of you!! Your heart, your talent, your impact—everything you do inspires me and so many others. Congrats on this well-deserved award! 💖

user2 THIS is what we love to see—someone making waves and lifting others up. Thank you for being the role model we all need

user3 Seeing you win this award after all the struggles you faced… WOW. You’re a shining example of strength and perseverance

fioamato Girl, they tried to knock you down, but you’ve only risen higher 🔥

lizzo ✔ LEGEND. You inspire so many people and this award proves that. Keep shining, sis! 💫🙌

rosalia.vt ✔ ¡Felicidades hermosa! Esto es solo el principio de todo lo que estás logrando. Te quiero mucho ❤️🔥 [⥂ translation: Congrats beautiful! This is just the beginning of everything you are achieving. I love you so much.]

itsvittoriasousa What they don’t understand is that you’ve always been more than the noise. You’ve been quietly making waves, and now the world is seeing the real you ❤️

user4 While others were busy trying to tear you down, you were busy lifting others up. That’s what makes you different. That’s what makes you legendary 🙌

karolg ✔ ¡Esooo! Siempre tan increíble en todo lo que haces. Te lo mereces, Y/N. 💖✨ #BossLady [⥂ translation: That's right! Always so amazing in everything you do. You deserve it, Y/N.]

user5 You’ve faced the storm with grace and turned it into something powerful. Your dedication to helping others shows what a true queen you are. We love you, Y/N! 💕👑

iamdannaschwarz Congrats babe!!! You’re such a force, I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished. This is just the beginning. 💫💜

greeicy ✔ ¡Yasss! ¡Tú lo mereces todo! Proud of you, amiga, sigue rompiendo barreras y haciendo historia. 💪🏽💜

halsey ✔ Your heart is as big as your talent. This award couldn’t have gone to a better person. Congrats, love! 💕

evalongoria ✔ 👏👏👏 You’re a true inspiration, keep using that platform for good. So proud of you, love! 💖

anitta ✔ QUEEN! You’re killing it and this is just proof. Congrats on everything! 💃🏼💖

evaluna ✔ Te quiero y te admiro tanto!! You’re an inspiration to all of us. Congrats on this award, it’s so deserved ❤️✨

salmahayek ✔ ¡Esooo! Siempre haciendo la diferencia. You’re a true star inside and out. Proud of you, mi reina! 🔥💜

cardib ✔ Yessss!!! You out here doing big things, mama! Keep shining and making that impact 💪🏽🔥

ivyqueendiva ✔ Pa'lante siempre, mami! Este premio es solo un reflejo de la grandeza que llevas dentro. ¡Felicidades! 💜👑

nattinatasha ✔ ¡Orgullosa de ti, siempre usando tu voz para el bien! Congrats, amiga, te lo mereces. 💖🙌

sza ✔ Your power is undeniable, and your heart even more so. Congrats, babe! Keep changing the world. 🌍💫

user6 the video of her meeting lana is sooo cute!! you can clearly see how excited and nervous she was 🥹

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yourinstagram I'm not a martyr, I'm a problem 💋 This record is my heart laid bare—stories of love, loss, strength, and everything in between. It’s raw, vulnerable, and unapologetically me. ✨ These songs are my heart in harmony, and I hope they find a place in yours.

This one’s for the fighters, the dreamers, and anyone who’s ever rebuilt themselves from the ashes. To everyone who’s been on this journey with me—thank you for waiting, supporting, and giving me your love through it all ❤️‍🔥 REVENANT IS OUT NOW‼️

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rubendias ✔ A masterpiece from a woman who’s already the greatest work of art 💯❤️

yourinstagram ✔ And yet somehow, you’re the one who leaves me speechless 😘

maya_hawke ✔ what the heck girl this is sooooo good!!!

luisinhaoliveira99 the queen is back ❤️ ily

phoebebridgers ✔ Creating magic with you was a dream. So proud of the song and so proud of you. 🖤✨

leonbridges ✔ It was an honor to bring superbloom to life with you. Your vision and talent are next level—this album is pure gold 🙌🏿

reesewitherspoon ✔ favorites so far: 1. Superbloom 2. Nightmare 3. Who's afraid of little old me?

kelseaballerini ✔ on repeat all day! ily, you beautiful mind

halsey ✔ They tried to bury you, but you grew roots instead

taylorswift ✔ Another masterpiece from the queen herself

yourinstagram ✔ what can I say, I have a great mentor 🤷🏽‍♀️💖

lewishamilton ✔ Even from the ashes, we still rise 💜

yourinstagram ✔ lewishamilton It’s not about how we fall but how we rise—and you’ve always reminded me of that. Love you, big bro 💜 Forever grateful.

natalie_pinkham ✔ Some stories are worth waiting for ❤️

userA can I just say that I love how all of Daniel's friends are always so lovely towards her even if they've been broken up for over a year, that kind of let's you know what kind of a person she is 🥹

martingarrix ✔ Proud to see you create something this special! Absolutely incredible 👏🏻

sabrinacarpenter ✔ I was NOT ready for this album! wow, just wow

lancebass ✔ I haven't even gotten through the whole thing because I had to keep playing so many over and over and over! You done GOOD Y/N! ❤️❤️

yourinstagram ✔ UHM HELLO?? I LOVE YOU??? ❤️

user A year of silence, and then BOOM! Y/N just reminded everyone why she’s untouchable. This album is art. 🔥

scottyjames31 ✔ I'm sure all of Monaco already knows every lyric from the album from being on repeat for hours 🤘🏻

user2 the important question here is... have daniel already listened to the album????? 👀👀👀

userA user BESTIE I THINK HE DEFINITELY DID HE JUST LIKED HER POST!!! userB somebody send the cia to his house bcuz I need to know if he is on the floor, on his knees, tears falling to the ground, pathetic, gripping his chest to try and stop the pain 😤

user3 I was honestly expecting more songs about Danielito on the album

userA bestie sameee! but I have this theory that she's saving those more heart-wrenching songs for later 😶‍🌫️ userB userA yes yes yes bc u can't tell me she only wrote like 9 songs for him?? fuck no, she's evil (lovingly) she's gonna drop those when we least expect it and leave us in shambles i just know it

user4 The best art is created from struggle and sadness,,, this album is sad and real and Y/N,,, It makes me wanna punch anyone that hurt that woman's feelings,,, but no one can punch them worse than Y/N and her piano, guitar and pen. happy she found happiness

noahkahan ✔ obsessed ❤️

reneerapp ✔ For the life of me, I can’t comprehend how someone can deliver a perfect song like camera roll? You have such an incredible tone, your pen game is unreal…

user5 She went through hell and came back like this?!! Y/N, you’re a literal goddess. This album is everything and more

sophiet ✔ girl you bet it's been on repeat ALL DAY LONG ❤️

keleighteller ✔ The charts are shaking already ❤️

user6 This album is a reminder that no matter what life throws at her, Y/N is always going to come out on top. She just keeps winning 👑

daughtry ✔ This is what music is all about—raw, real, and unforgettable. Huge congrats! 👏

user7 Why is ‘Camera Roll’ making me feel things I wasn’t ready to feel today? this song just ripped me apart & ruined me GOODNIGHT !!!!!

userA she just knows how to capture that bittersweet nostalgia perfectly userB knowing how much she loves photography I KNOW her camera roll is full of photos of Daniel 😭 I'd sell my soul to be able you go through each and every single one of them userC It’s not just about scrolling through pictures; it’s about how those photos hold pieces of a love that’s no longer there. As someone who loves photography too, it hits so deep—those little moments captured forever, but the person’s gone 💔 userD she was so right abt going through your camera roll. do not touch that shit. oh my god.

user8 'I’m Not a Woman, I’m a God' is THAT song. Y/N’s on her goddess energy and I’m here for every second of it 👑

user9 When 'Traitor' came on, I felt that in my soul. She put her whole heart into this one 💔😭 Daniel u better ruuuuuun #JusticeForYN

user10 the whole album going from being so full of rage and anger with the first songs to heartbreak and hurt to resignation and acceptance to finding happiness and falling in love again is just sooo chef's kiss!!!!

user11 was having a good day and then I listened to doomsday and now i’m crying in my car before work

user12 I can’t get over how vulnerable 'The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived' is. It’s so poetic but hits like a dagger 💔

userA that song is definitely about Sebastián The Rat userB "You didn't measure up in any measure of a man" sheeeeesh if I was him I'd go to the furthest place on earth and never show my face again userC he should have just stay quiet lmao she murdered him

user13 the smallest man who ever lived was written for people with exes who will never take accountability for their own actions , thank u y/n

user14 Quisiera borrarme la memoria y volver a darle play a “Space Cowboy” esperando que la canción fuera sobre un vaquero espacial y luego darte cuenta que es sobre dejar ir al vaquero del que estás enamorado porque ya no quiere estar contigo

user15 Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve is the darkest song Y/N has ever written. I’m literally nauseous, it was grooming point blank. And Y/N called him out on it

userA “Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first” is giving me chills userB sebastian's days are so very numbered I feel SICK after listening to it userC ‘Memories are weapons.’ The heaviness of that, and the way all of us that have experienced trauma felt that line. userD it was seriously so heartbreaking and her vocals literally sound like longing to be set free from those dark memories and wanting to erase the experience still having to bear the toll it takes on you

user16 i love how in dear reader y/n starts giving us advice and tells us to never take advice from someone who's falling apart and a few seconds later she's literally falling apart, even when she's giving advice you can hear a distorted voice say "you should find another" that song is a masterpiece

user17 I can’t stop cryinggggg with ‘Bigger Than the Whole Sky’ 💔😭 This song… I’m devastated. Knowing it was written for Daniel just makes it hit even harder. The emotion in every lyric is unreal

userA that song is so hauntingly beautiful. Y/N’s voice captures the pain of losing someone so perfectly. You can feel the heartbreak in every note, she’s singing all the things we never say when love ends. This one’s going to stay with me for a long time 🥺 userB "Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness" just cuts me so deep userC This song made me feel things I wasn’t ready to feel 🥺 is like Y/N’s goodbye letter to Daniel, but the love is still there, in every lyric. You can feel the weight of the love she lost in every single word 💔 userD She turned heartbreak into art, and now I’m over here crying my eyes out

user18 who the hell allowed y/n l/n to write “nothing new” and then ALSO have phoebe bridgers feature on it cause OW

user19 this whole album was so well curated like it went from female rage to heartbreak to sadness to a (small) "i'm in love again" interlude to acceptance and finally "this is me, i'm human"

user20 Rúben Dias has this girl in her feels, huh?

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yourinstagram ✔ te amo meu céu 💙

jackgrealish ✔ if I had a dollar for every time u mentioned Y/N’s album these past month I’d be able to buy them all myself! 😂😂 big congrats youinstagram 💙 album is fire! 🔥

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zecondessa ✔ Ser o teu melhor amigo significa que recebo passes grátis para os bastidores? 👀

⥂ translation: Does being your best friend mean I get free backstage passes? 👀

bernardocarvalhosilva ✔ parabéns a ela por ser a super-estrela e a si por de alguma forma a convencer a ficar consigo! 😬 [⥂ translation: Congrats to her on being a superstar and to you for somehow convincing her to stay with you! 😬]

yourinstagram ✔ obrigada, bernardocarvalhosilva! hmm convincing might be a stretch—but his cooking did help to seal the deal. I stay well-fed and well-loved ☺️

ivandias03 Guess I’ll have to start saying "my brother’s girlfriend just dropped the best album of the year" now, huh? 😆 Parabéns yourinstagram 👏🏽❤️

yourinstagram ✔ ivandias03 obrigado Vanzinho ❤️

erling.haaland ✔ Mate you must have some serious charm because Y/N is in a whole different league! 😂 Congrats to her on the album!! big respect to her! 🔥

user THEY are everything to me

user2 he's acting like he's not the best CB in the world right now...

userA he's also the best boyfriend 😏 yourinstagram ✔ userA retweeted liked reblogged pinned userB yourinstagram QUEEN YOU ONLY DESERVE THE BEST OF THE BEST!!

mancity ✔ brb going to add the whole album to our game day playlist 🏃🏽‍♂️‍➡️

user3 Long live to the only man that matters: Rúben Dias 😍❤️

user3 he calls her "his angel" someone fucking hold me i'm sobbing

user4 rúben is so supportive and you can tell he really adores her. She deserves it 💖

user5 me adoptan? lavo los platos

user6 fan de su relación 😍

user7 I don't know which one of them is more gorgeous

user8 not to start any drama but Heidi whatchu doing here girl 👀

userA fun fact: her and rúben have been following each other for years userB she's allowed to like posts she likes 🤷‍♀️ userC it's just weird she's liking HIS post about the woman she replaced userD i think u all are reading too much into it. she's a known actress in portugal ofc he's gonna know abt her and he's a footballer in the portuguese nt so ofc she knows him

user9 Do you ever stop and think about how lucky Ruben is? Y/N L/N is an absolutely stunning latina billionaire who is genuinely sweet, hilarious, smart, can dance, speaks various languages, and also happens to be the one of the biggest artists in history. Those Aussies really fumbled the bag.

userA user9 and how lucky y/n is since ruben is a 6’2” professional athlete who happens to be on of the best in his position, took the league by storm, is emotionally very intelligent and absolutely handsome. Why do you guys keep mentioning another man when that relationship ended 1 year ago? let it go elsa userB "Those Aussies really fumbled the bag." What did I do? userC If you ask Ruben, there are no ifs, ands, or buts, SHE’S the prize. He worships her. Most likely he asks himself every day how he managed to snag her. But it is also true that he’s sexy af, sweet, rich, and the best there ever was in what he does. So, yeah, she’s also lucky. user9 All of y’all getting mad about this comment are funny. Of course she’s lucky to have Rúben, too. One glance at my profile will show you I’m a big fan of his. That’s just not what this comment was about. And you know who would agree with me about how lucky Rúben is? RÚBEN.

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yourinstagram Mi gente, did you know 96% of the population here in Coachella is Latino? ✨Pura raza✨This years festival lineup gives me so much hope for more space, opportunity & representation for our Latin communities. Honored to have made it to the main stage this year. There are no words. Agradecida y bendecida. It’ll take me a minute to process all that was these last two weekends. But for now, just… THANK YOU. ✨💖 #Y/NCHELLA

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oliviarodrigo ✔ Queen of Coachella right there 👑🔥 You did that!

lilnasx ✔ sis you SNAPPED!! You own every stage you step on

manuelturizo ✔ Lo diste todo, reina 🔥🔥 Felicitaciones por ese show tan brutal!!

jbalvin ✔ 💥🔥 Tremendo show, felicidades! ¡Orgullo latino!

user2 i'm sick bc why am i not there

zedd ✔ you brought the heat 🔥

fioamato Coachella just wasn’t ready for that level of slay, babe 🔥🖤

emmachamberlain ✔ The energy, the vibes, the stage presence!! You absolutely smashed it 🌈✨

YOU DID THAT BABY! 🔥🔥 We need to collab soon, for real!!

kaliuchis ✔ Coachella was YOURS! Such a beautiful and powerful performance 💖

luisfonsi ✔ ¡Qué espectáculo! So proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished 🔥

user3 come fa a essere sempre cosi divina

user4 she ate it so bad she’s REALLY an A LIST

user5 Say what you want about her but Miss Y/N can PERFORM!!

lelepons ✔ GIRL you were UNSTOPPABLE up there!! So much love for you!

theestallion ✔ Babe!! That was a SHOWWW!!! You brought the energy 🔥 Love you!

you ATE sis! That performance was wild

user6 O CABELO, A ROUPA, ELA, MEU DEUS QUE MULHER PERFECTA

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user7 not to be dramatic but this changed my life

haileesteinfeld ✔ Unstoppable 🔥🔥 You absolutely owned that stage. Congrats, love!!

user8 i am foaming at the mouth

user9 Queen energy all the way! You lit that stage up 💥👏

milliebobbybrown ✔ OMG YOU WERE UNREAL!! So proud of you, babe 💖

postmalone ✔ WILD performance!! You had the crowd going crazy 🔥 Congrats!

user10 i cried 2x, couldn't catch my breath 5x being there was life changing

userA the crowd actually went wild for her userB HER STAGE PRESENCE IS INSANEEEE

user11 She's an icon, she's a legend and she is the moment

user12 can't believe someone fumbled THE Y/N L/N

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userA Finally she deserves it userB now this is what I want to see at coachella userC she killed it! best performance of the day userD such a baddie

user14 when i tell you it was PACKED of celebs... THIS QUEEN DID THAT AND NOT ONLY ONCE, BUT BOTH WEEKENDS!!!

userA no fr shawn mendes, bad bunny, sabrina carpenter, billie eilish... userB LEWIS WAS THERE TOO!! userC my man was vibing hard throughout her whole set

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lilymhe ✔ In Miami the sun isn't the only thing that's blazing

redbullracing ✔ I thought we had something special 😔

yourinstagram ✔ redbullracing sorry, I also thought the same thing once about someone and... yeah 😬 redbullracing ✔ yourinstagram 😳😔💔 landonorris ✔ F in the chat fioamato 🍿🍿👀 userA Y/N 😲 LMAOOOO andrew_allen smh 😦😮‍💨

schecoperez ✔ Espero que hayas pasado genial. Es bueno compartir de nuevo! [⥂ translation: I hope you had a great time. It was good to hang out again!]

user WHEN I SAW HER ON BRUNDLE'S GRID WALK I SCREAMEDDD

userA martin is one of the girls, he also wants the tea lmao i mean asking her "I know you and some of the drivers go way back—anyone here you’re /particularly excited/ to catch up with this weekend?" and making specific emphasis on those words was wilddddd lol

user2 checo what are you doing here mate

landonorris ✔ Can’t believe they let you back in here…Good to see you haven’t forgotten your way around the paddock!

yourinstagram landonorris I just followed the sound of your whining and found my way back 🤷🏽‍♀️ glad to know things haven't changed, landito 😊 userA wtf why is she being rude to him??? userB userA relaxxx they're just joking!!! they actually get along well, they've always pretended to be annoyed by the other it's a running joke 😂

user3 not her posting a merc photo right after red bull posted her on their socials lmao

userA she's said she's a merc girlie userB nah she's a merc girlie by proxy, she's a Hamilton girlie she's said it herself

lewishamilton ✔ nice to have you back sis 💜

user4 so paddock comeback AND a world tour announcement?!? oh she SPOILS us for reaaaaal

user5 Okay, here we go. Focus. Speed. I am speed. One winner, forty-two losers. I eat losers for breakfast. Speed. Faster than fast, quicker than quick. I am Lightning ⚡

userA girl u okay? 👀 user userA i'm saying my affirmations and training my reflexes for when that tickets link drops getcha get my head in the game yk 🫡

user6 checo wants to see the world burn lmao

userA fr fr i can't with the fact that he invited her to the rbr hospitality when daniel and heidi were around the paddock lmao userB i NEED to know if they crossed paths!!! i want all the tea userC some gossip pages say that both parties tried hard not to cross paths, going as far as Y/N going to the hospitality only once the team made sure Daniel OR Heidi weren't there userB yikes that's a little petty innit userA userB if it were u in her shoes would u like to be face to face with ur ex and the girl he changed u for? i'd be even pettier ngl she deserves to be as petty as her heart desires

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yourinstagram Happy 25th birthday to the man who somehow always knows exactly what to say—whether in his quiet, thoughtful pauses or his easy laughter, that deep, genuine laugh that’s impossible not to join in ❤️

I love the way you watch the world with that quiet, thoughtful gaze, noticing beauty where others might pass it by. I love the way you bring passion to everything you do—from the way you fold your shirts to the way you double-knot your shoes with that focused little frown, how you playfully roll your eyes at my ‘brilliant’ tik tok ideas that never leave my drafts, and always manage to know when I need a hug, even if I won’t say it out loud. I love the way you insist on folding towels just so, even when you know I’ll mess them up again. I cherish how you hum little tunes without realizing it, how you light up talking about home, about your favorite dishes (where you never miss a chance to remind me that bacalhau & arroz de pato are life 🤌🏽), and how you insist on making everything from scratch because, to you, life’s beauty is in the details.

Thank you for being the gentleness in my chaos, the warmth in my winters, for always reminding me to find my own light, and be the love I never saw coming. Thank you for being you ❤️ Here’s to more adventures, more laughter, and more nights cooking by your side.

I miss you!!!! Counting the hours to see you ⏳

Te amo un mundo, mi cielo ❤️‍🔥

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rubendias ✔ God I'm so in love with you. You’re everything ❤️

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user oh don't mind me, I just got a "Thank you for being the gentleness in my chaos, the warmth in my winters" in my eyes 😭😭😭😭😭

jackgrealish ✔ love u both 💙💙💙

itsvittoriasousa Feliz aniversário, Gato! 🎉 obrigada por fazê-la tão feliz! ☺️

rubendias ✔ itsvittoriasousa Não tens de quê, ela é meu presente mais precioso 😌

user2 wait is she not at Goodison Park? I thought her last story from a plane was to go to Liverpool

userA I don't think so, tomorrow's Chloe & Scotty's wedding in Venice, she must be there userB wow so she'd rather go to a wedding than spent his birthday with him 🙃girlfriend of the year lmao userC userB 1. he has a game today so most likely he'll be focus on that so I don't think he'll have too much time to party tonight and 2. I'm pretty sure they've talked about their plans beforehand and both are happy with it sooo GET LOST!

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✦ MAY'S RADIO: ok ok thoughts? wanna hear all about it, pleasee! 👀 I might've change the album cover and the songlist a thousand times already, and I might've done it again if I didn't post it now. I didn't wanna have too many t-swizzle songs because, well, she exist in this universe, but she's just too relatable ya know?

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It's a Fire - Chapter I

Chapter 1

Wordcount 3,5k

Title Retired Hashira

Fandom Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer

Symbols ⭕ ➕ 🖤

Warnings: arranged marriage; age gap; mentions of increasing in criminality and poverty; grieving; non diagnosed depression (the condition wasn't properly understood by the time this story is settled)

Tagging ? (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N.A.: So Kimetsu no Yaiba returned and I'm taking the opportunity to finally start posting this story that has been in my list of ideas for several months!

A while ago I made a poll where I included the option of writing a fic with the Rengoku family, and it was this one I was talking about. I know there are other stories I need to work on already, but let me tell you that this very fic just saved me from a creative block, which was caused by what I suspect to be the beginning of a burnout (I'm about to go on vacation and I just can't take it anymore, but I don't want to discuss this rn).

A few words about the ff itself: It's a slow burn, arranged marriage story between reader, who's 27/28 yo, which makes her closer to myself who's a bit older than this, and Shinjuro Rengoku, who's struggling with the same problems we see in canon, but somehow accepts her as his wife: she was the daughter of old acquaintances of his, so the marital contract is sealed to allegedly honor the friendship between the families. However, things are way more complicated in reality.

Of course, because of the things we see in the original media, such as violence, alcoholism and etc., I need to make it clear that my personal opinions on these subjects may diverge from what I'm putting in this story (due to personal family experiences), and each chapter will carry the necessary warnings. Also if you notice similarities with Beauty and the Beast, know that it isn't just a coincidence haha Finally, the title is a song by Portishead, which didn't influence my writing but its lyrics somehow fit this plot 🌹

I hope you have a good time reading this ❤

“You walk a lonely road 

Oh, how far you are from home” 

(Enya, May it Be) 

That fate didn’t care about your preferences and desires, you knew well. 

You wished you had your mother with you for long years, and that your relationship grew stronger as you spent your time together, dedicating yourselves to the art of the sword, but most of her time and energy were directed to her work as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, and it was like this until the day you received a messenger from Ubuyashiki-sama to inform you about her death: she didn’t fall to the Oni, but couldn’t resist the injuries from a battle against a group of them. 

You also wished your father, after losing the woman he claimed to love, stood up to his remaining family, that is, himself and you, and took reasonable measures to protect his territory and the people who lived in it, but he preferred to lock himself in his office and ignore the demands outside it, firing half of the house’s servants for the sake of saving money and willing to leave the property to the dust and the insects, not seeing this happening thanks to you, who took the task of maintaining everything by yourself, even doing some of the physical work. 

There were, in fact, many other things you wished for, but didn’t have the chance to see them coming true. One of those other things were continuing to live in the house you grew up in, and using your education to dedicate your life to a career of your choice, though your options seemed limited by your sex. But even this was taken from you when, on an ordinary day, you saw your father leaving his office in the company of a man you’ve never seen in your life. You wanted to question him about this strange visit, but you didn’t have to: your father came to your chambers later, and without measuring his tone or giving you time to process such news, explained the meeting’s main subject. 

– I’ve recently contacted an old acquaintance of mine, someone who was also known by your mother – he started – And explained our situation here. 

You knew what he was talking about: after your mother passed away, your lands’ protection has been neglected, and appearances of demons have been reported more often by your servants and the people who live in the villages near. No one dared leaving their houses at night, and the local economy were deeply affected by this, since part of the basic work used to be done in this period of the day; this led to an increase in poverty and criminality. You, on your part, weren’t immune to these difficulties despite growing up in a privileged family. 

Your father addressing this situation to you, however, was something new, and you exposed this impression to him. 

– Things are getting harder for everyone here, that’s true – you agreed – But why are you discussing this with me now? 

– Because I asked this acquaintance for help, and he answered me – he took slow steps toward your window, half opened by that time; he closed it with firm hands, but without making much noise – The thing is that, at the same time our lands are now dangerous to people, specially to young women like you, it’s time for you to take the next big step in your personal life, daughter. After all, you’re almost twenty-eight. 

You frowned. 

Next big step? What is he talking about?… 

Your father might have noticed your confusion, because he soon clarified his words… and you wished he never did it. 

– I’m talking about marriage, y/n – he spat – You declined the last two proposals, and I respect your reasons for that, but this time the circumstances aren’t in our favor. This man who visited me earlier is a messenger from the Rengoku House, and he brought me a positive answer from their head: I offered your hand and a good dowry in exchange for your protection, and in respect to your mother, who worked for the same cause as him, Shinjuro Rengoku accepted you as his wife. You’re leaving the house this week. 

You were speechless. You tried to stand up and show a sign of protest, but your legs didn’t obey you; you opened your mouth to say something, but no word left it. You knew your father have been struggling, but you could never suppose he was becoming insane – arranging a marriage for you without your consent? Other men used to do this to their daughters, but the man who married your mother would never… But, apparently, he was no longer this man. 

Maybe he was expecting some disagreement, but seeing your silence made him frown. 

– Don’t you have anything to say about this? 

You finally seemed to wake up. You gave him a dead glare, murmuring your response. 

– And what do you expect a woman to say after being sold and sent away from her own house out of nowhere? – you moved your head to the side, irony leaking from the gesture – Thank you? 

Your father clenched his jaw. 

– I certainly don’t expect your gratitude – his voice was lower now – I know this isn’t the future you wanted for yourself, and I didn’t want things to be like this either, but… 

– Why marriage, father? – your tongue was released, interrupting his thread of thoughts like a storm – I could stay temporarily with them, work for them, anything! But marrying someone I’ve never met?! Don’t you remember that I’ve declined the other proposals after at least seeing the faces of those men? 

– You’ll meet him on the wedding day, and you’ll have all the time of the world to know anything there is to know about him – his tone was louder again, as his patience was running low – Besides, Shinjuro is an old friend of mine. I give you my word that he’s a decent man, besides being a formidable warrior. He was married to a respectable woman once, and built a good family with her. I trust him, and so did your mother. No problems should be expected from his part, so the same must be expected from you. 

Shinjuro. It was only the second time you’ve heard that name from your father’s mouth, and you didn’t know what to think. In fact, you’ve learned from your mother that among the Demon Slayer Corps there was an elite group known as the Hashira, and one of them was Shinjuro, the Hashira of the Flames. He was the current head of the Rengoku family, but personal struggles – including the death of his wife – forced him to a retirement despite his capacity as a warrior, so that his eldest son, Kyojuro, took his place. However, you also heard that this young man was dead, so it was impossible to tell how things were going for his family members now. And that was the environment your father was willing to throw you into, even spending money in the process. 

You sighed. 

– Father, when was the last time you’ve met this man? I don’t remember you talking about him – you crossed your arms – I’m only familiar with his name thanks to mother, but now you’re telling me that he’s an old friend of yours. How old is he, exactly? 

– Not as old as me, of course – his reply came with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation – I can’t believe that, of all the things involved in this arrangement, this is what concerns you more! 

You scoffed. 

– I’m not that futile, but if he’s old enough to have a son capable of replacing him in the battlefield, I think I have the right to be concerned! – you took a step toward him – If I have no choice, I want to know exactly where I’m getting into. Can’t you even make such a small concession to me, father? 

No, he couldn’t, and you soon realized that. 

Your father decided the conversation was over. He returned to the room’s door and opened it. 

– It is decided, already – and, with a sort of sadness in his eyes – I’m doing what I think it’s best for my daughter. I only wanted her to trust me, at least for once. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat. 

– I wanted this too, father. But you’re making it too difficult for your daughter. 

He stared at you for a moment, then left without any word. 

*** 

Things really happened the way you feared, in the path your father stated they would follow. He said that, but until the end he kept acting like he had no control over the flow of events, in a frail attempt to soothe his own conscience that only served to unnerve you, and not even seeing the disappointment in his daughter’s eyes each time he looked at you was enough for him to leave this pretense aside. Had he no shame anymore? 

During that fateful week, you avoided his company, leaving the burden of communication to the remaining servants and only speaking to him when utterly necessary. What was left for you to talk about when, as he said, everything was decided, and when you had nothing but sadness for him — for him, the adversities he’s been through and for the way he chose to behave in face of them? It was useless to argue on this, and whether you liked it or not, you had little time to put everything in order and couldn’t have the luxury of wasting it: would it be worthy to cause a delay in the arrangements under the risk of leaving a bad impression in your future spouse, even when he was someone you’ve never saw before? 

You sighed at the thought. 

And, as if I hadn’t enough things to worry about, I still have to consider this. 

In fact, you didn’t want to take much stuff from that house with you at the same time you didn’t want to cause any difficulties to the servants, who have already seen their load increase the last months, so you were quick to select essential items and packing them with the help of a maid, from your clothes to the gifts brought by your mother, and instruct her about what to do with the other things: some of them you gave to her, knowing that she had a daughter who was younger than you and who’d appreciate your charity, and the others, such as the furniture, should be sent to the villagers, for you wanted your things to be with people who would make good use of them instead of letting them rot in a place to where you’d never come back. 

Among all of this, the last object you packed was the only thing you made a point about carrying by yourself, and the only thing you didn’t trust anyone to pack but yourself: the sword of your mother, which was sent to your house by Ubuyashiki-sama and now belonged to you. Your mother has been teaching you lessons since you were a teenager, but she hasn’t lived long enough to see if you were going to develop your own Breath; well, until that day you haven’t, but you’ve never stopped practicing even under your father’s disapproval. You didn’t know what you would find once you stepped into your husband’s house, but you wouldn’t want to depend on his protection on everything; besides, having a wife who knew how to wield a sword must be an advantage, right? 

The train of thoughts, feelings and concerns was such that you were robbed from sleep the night before the ceremony. You knew women who had their marriages arranged as well, but you never got to talk to them about it; you had no idea of how you were supposed to feel, or how you were supposed to see the whole thing. How one should feel when they saw themselves trapped in a situation from which they couldn’t get out? Without having answers, you just relied on the feeling that seemed reasonable to you, that is, utter fear. 

The next morning came silent and inexorable, just as the ones before it, and you saw yourself leaving your bed and taking care of your duties without putting your thoughts on them. It was only your body working by itself, saving your soul from the burden of being conscious, or perhaps you were just accepting your fate after a night of tears and rage. 

Having dismissed the maid’s help, you bathed and dressed alone, and left the house where the most important moments of your life took place without one last look. To be fair, your eyes were so sore and tired that they barely registered the appearance of the weather while you walked to the carriage, but you guessed it was a warm, sunny day, though not enough for you to get sweaty. Your father was already in the carriage’s interior; you took the seat beside him with no signs of acknowledging his presence. 

The coachman shook the reins and yelled something to the horse, and the crack of the wooden wheels was heard as the vehicle moved along the road. 

*** 

The ceremony took place in a building in the city of (…), near your father’s property, which served as the head office of a group of law professionals, including the man responsible for your marital contract. 

You wouldn’t call it a ceremony, really: it was more of a sequence of bureaucratic procedures than a social event with the purpose of uniting two families; a mere formality to allow you to move to a man’s house without ruining your reputation. It was quick, direct and cold like a financial operation, and the people involved seemed to make sure it looked like this. 

Your father led you to a sequence of stairs and then through a narrow corridor, until he stopped in front of a door and opened it, entering the room and inciting you to follow him. You did it, and found out you weren’t the first to arrive: the officiant was already in his position, behind a table upon which you saw an open book; at its right, there was a small inkwell and a feather; around him, two officers which function you couldn’t guess and couldn’t care about. And, finally, in front of the table and observing your arrival with a stern glare, the man who was about to become your husband. 

Whatever you were expecting to see, Shinjuro was nothing like you might have imagined, except for the fact that he was younger than you supposed – and, indeed, younger than your father – and stole the attentions among all those men despite the quiet, composed manners. Well, he would do it in any place he’d step in, for his appearance was extravagant, to say the least: on his severe face he carried a pair of orange eyes under two thick, black eyebrows, a wild trait that made you think of a lion; framing his expression and matching his eyes, he had thick, blond hair that decreased to red on its edges, spreading over his shoulders. And, as if his looks weren’t enough to draw the whole room’s attention, he was dressed in sober, dark clothing, more like someone attending a western funeral than a wedding. 

As you walked to the center of the room, led by your father, and took the spot beside Shinjuro, you felt your skin burning in discomfort under his merciless eyes. You breathed deep and, when he nodded to acknowledge you two, you made an effort to greet him, as well as the other men. 

I knew he wasn’t the same person my father claimed to know. He stated that he was good and trustful, but everything in this man screams danger. What kind of hell I’m getting into… 

The officiant announced the beginning of the ceremony, and you turned to him in silence. After a few, composed words to the new couple, he gave you both clear instructions on where to sign your names, and you did as he said, Shinjuro first, then you; you glanced at his hand offering you the feather and took it in a second, taking care your hand didn’t touch his. You tried not to think of your gestures as you wetted its tip on the ink, but a tremble reached your wrist the instant you approached the feather from the paper. 

So… That’s it. I write my name in a book and enter a path from where I can’t go back. 

The realization was too much to bear and time was passing, so you bit your inner cheek to prevent your mind to entertain the thought and scribbled your name at once. When you moved the feather away and put it back on the inkwell, your hand acted by itself, and your arm gone numb once you recoiled it to your side. 

Your mouth was dry, and a hole seemed to have taken the place of your heart. You barely noticed when the officiant and the other witnesses analyzed your signatures and approved them, bringing the ceremony to an end. You refused to believe all of that was real until the man announced you were free to go, and both Shinjuro and you turned away, preparing to leave. He didn’t bat an eye at you while doing so. 

The head of the Rengoku family stopped to exchange some words with your father. You were close enough to hear the conversation, but didn’t want to pay attention; you just wanted to leave this place, even though you weren’t going to a familiar one after it. 

You only understood their conversation was over when you heard your father’s voice calling your name. You turned to him and your stomach curled in disgust when you saw the pleading smile on his face, the only thing that reminded you of home and now a sign of everything you lost. You’ve never felt so alone. 

Later, you’d try to remember his exact words for you at that moment, but you’d find yourself unable to do it. Maybe it was a formal wish of good luck or something. The only thing you remembered was your reaction: you stared at him for a few seconds, then, without a word, you turned your face away, walking toward the door. You knew your husband was observing, but his approval was the least of your preoccupations now. 

*** 

Little was recalled by you from the travel to the Rengoku house, except that it was silent, even calm period. The only abnormality was caused by you: unlike your other belongings, who were sent in another vehicle ahead under the supervision of a servant, you decided you were going to carried your sword with you in the carriage, to everyone’s surprise and your father’s discontentment. 

That occasion was also when Shinjuro spoke to you for the first time. 

— Why are you doing this? 

The question, made when you were already in the carriage, was direct but not devoid of politeness, so you granted him an honest answer. 

— This sword once belonged to my mother, and now it is mine. If my father had his way, I’d never carry it with me, but I refuse to leave it behind — and, glancing at him, — I couldn’t risk him checking my things and subtracting it from them without my consent. 

Shinjuro only murmured an “I see” in response, and the conversation died there. 

You were beside the carriage’s window and might have slept to the warmth of the sun and the constant noise of the wheels in movement, but you weren’t sure if you did. As your body was now avoiding visible reactions, your spirit was suppressing the emotional rush for your own good, since no advantage would come from a breakdown in the middle of the road, right in front of your new spouse who, just like you, didn’t seem all pleased with the whole thing: sure, he didn’t show visible discontentment whether with your appearance or your manners, but you’ve been dealing with middle aged men for too long to sense when they were seeing something they didn’t find appropriate; and, in the present case, it was clear to you that Shinjuro already formed his opinion: to him, you were a stubborn, spoiled brat who didn’t have her way and was decided to make it everyone else’s problem. Yes, the idea of acting like that wandered through your mind for a while, but you thought you were better than this, and opted for a balance between bitterness and decency, not wearing plain clothing and displaying rude manners, but also not being extravagant in anything; still, you couldn’t convince the man of your good nature, and he let it clear with the inquiring about the sword, so now you completely gave up on seeking his favor. 

You were just waiting for the travel to end. 

Chapter 2

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

dang it i just got another little drabble

a late call on a stormy night with miggy.

imagine calling miguel in the middle of the night when it's raining, when you should be asleep, when you should be catching up on all the nights you should've been resting when instead all you've done was stay up and carry the multiverse on your shoulders along with him.

you know you should be sleeping, you know your body would thank you so damn much right now for falling asleep, maybe for days on end and just think of nothing. but you're not. you're wide awake because of the thunder clapping in the distance, the flashes of lightning that strike through the sky and evoke for your eyelids to fly open and forget your need to sleep.

rainy nights are wonderful to listen to, but stormy nights are the pits.

you sighed as you rubbed your eyes with your palms, wishing that the overwhelming sounds and sights would vanish as soon as they came; but unfortunately, the weather gave no sign of relenting, and you gave no sign of wanting to sleep any time soon.

you sat up in your bed, feeling like absolute crap since it's been days since your last full cycle of sleep. you ran on nothing but energy bars, instant coffee, and general workaholism. you sighed as you got up and checked your phone for the latest weather forecast, trying to distract yourself from the rain pouring outside your window and from the roaring of thunder outside.

you looked through your messages, nothing new there. but as soon as you were about to close your phone to try and regain some motivation to sleep, you received a notification from your colleague, miguel o'hara. you grumbled as you opened the conversation, hoping with all your might that he wouldn't unreasonably summon you to HQ to handle some technical problems yet again.

as soon as you opened the conversation, all you were greeted with was a singular, "are you up right now?"

you blinked in confusion, but you felt obliged to reply. "ye, wsp?" you messaged. you weren't scared of casually messaging miguel like that, unliked everyone else, you were the only one he had more casual talks with, someone he actually found comfort and fun in talking to, which was incredibly rare for the man since all he thought of was the fate of the multiverse or something.

"can we talk? like, right now." he messaged back. "but arent we talking rn" you were in the middle of typing, when all of a sudden, the screen changed from your messages with him to the screen of a call from him coming on your phone. you nearly jumped at the abrupt transition, but you bore it anyway. you clicked the accept button on the call, and you saw your own face being lit up solely by the blue light being emitted from your phone on your screen, and his end being... just his ceiling.

"uh, did you call me, or did a ghost do it for you?" you joked. "ay, mierda, sorry." miguel said hastily as he soon picked up the phone, and in a flash, you went from looking up at his boring, beige ceiling, to suddenly seeing his sculpted, tanned face; seeing up close his left hazelnut brown eye and a furrowed eyebrow. "guess i accidentally clicked the call button, sorry." he cleared up as he angled the camera to his face properly, a sign he didn't want to end the call right then and there.

you smiled as you saw him. "looking good, o'hara, for a half-asleep mess of a man." you remarked, to which he rolled his eyes, unamused. "haha, thanks." he said as he cracked a small smile as he looked away from the camera for a second. "did you get any sleep?" you asked as the thunder clapped yet again in the distance, causing you to shake a little.

he shook his head. "got too much to think about to sleep." he admitted as he looked at your shaken figure. "you okay?" he asked as he heard the rumbling of the thunder in the distance. "oh, i suppose not." he muttered as he looked at you, who got back into bed and curled up under the covers.

miguel looked at you with some form of sympathy in his eyes. "do you... want me to, oh nevermind." he put down his suggestion as he turned away, about to head back into bed himself and end the call. "to what?" you pressed him as he was about to drop the call. his finger hovered over the end call button, but he soon pulled it back and looked at you for a few seconds before he continued his thought. "would you like me to... talk to you for the night?" he suggested as he looked at you, your eyes looking back at his own, which made him look away for a little to compose himself.

"i, um... i know how much you hate the sound of thunder and the sudden flashes of lightning, i hate them, too." he admitted as he looked away from you still, trying to get to the point of what he was trying to tell you. "and, um... the way i get through them when it rains that bad here is by talking to lyla, but i remembered you don't have anyone like her, so... here i am, talking to you right now, and, uh... yeah." he mumbled.

you slowly smiled at each and every word he uttered, it made you feel like you weren't alone that night, even if you two were worlds apart, and living alone in your own homes. you nodded. "how charming." you said with a slight chuckle as you set up your phone directly across from your face as you snuggled up in your bed as the rain kept pouring and hammering down your windows and roof. "talk to me." you told him in a gentle voice as he looked at you finally and chuckled himself.

"alright..." he began as he initiated some small talk with you, which, as the long hours of the night went on, became long-winded conversations you two had almost all the time when you two were together in person. you two laughed, smiled, frowned a little, and comforted each other as the rain got louder at times, as the thunder clapped, and as the lightning striked.

"i'm so glad..." you trailed off as you yawned and miguel smiled a little seeing your yawning face. "...you were the one i could talk to tonight." you admitted to him with a grin on your face. "hey, same here." he said as he looked into your eyes from across the screen. you two didn't end the call there, however, you two kept talking to each other for a longer while throughout the night; seeming as though the night was the only time you two were truly active, truly yourselves.

the morning came not long after, and you woke up, having only remembered a few bits of the conversations you had late at night. it was pretty fuzzy, seeing as how you were sleep deprived for a week and could barely sleep due to the damned storm. you sighed as you sat up in bed, content with having at least a few hours of unbothered rest.

but soon, you jolted up in your bed to hear a guttural snore next to you. you looked around you, of course no one else was next to you physically, your bed was too small for it, plus you lived alone. then who was...? you turned around and found your phone, barely hanging on to its last percentage of battery, with miguel's sleeping face on there; him snoring loudly all the while as he mumbled your name in his sleep.

you chuckled. "good morning, miggy." you greeted him, to which miguel found himself waking up to. "hang on, i wanna talk to y... oh." he said in a groggy voice as he saw your face on his screen, with bed head and a sweet smile. "shit, how long's this been on?" he asked with a chuckle. "probably for hours." you pointed out.

he sat up in bed and turned to look at your face in the screen. "you look... pretty." he remarked as he brought his phone closer to his face. "so do you." you said in a sleepy voice. "can we, um... do what we did last night every night?" he asked in a sleepy, yet hopeful voice. "if you're up for it." you teased. "i'm always up for seeing you the moment i sleep to the moment i wake up." he admitted with a sma blush on his face. "always." he repeated as his face disappeared from your screen, with a black screen replacing him in his wake. you sighed but smiled as well, knowing you'd see him today.

"guess i'm grateful for the thunder and lightning at least once in my life."

a/n: I LOVE HIM SOSOSOSOOSOSSOSOOSO MUCH

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck

[under-the-dirt]

Hiii :3 I have another song one-shot idea, but with whatever character you want

I hope you have a good day :3

ok ilysm tytytyty i love getting ur song requests but the very first thing that came to mind the second i began this song was “FANAFAFAFAFFAFAFANFAB FNAF REFRENCE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️” bc i actually just have a squirrel brain. i’ve been wtaching the lore videos n playthroughs sm i’m so obsessed rn but i also thought of price bc i need more price daddy in my life. he’s so sexy. so, tytyty and a i wish you a very very ily <3

pairing: price x fem!reader

tags: sleeptalking, price is daddy, pet names :3, reader is a sleeptalker, ermrmrmrm a lil smut near the end.. fingering, overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex (guys pls don’t), ermm UNDER 13 DNIII!!! SHOO CHILDREN!! I WILL BLOCK U!!!

You’ve always struggled to sleep alone. Your therapist had told you it was a trauma response, makes sense. You’d gotten by with large teddy bears and music, but once you became a part of the TaskForce 141 you hadn’t been able to get either.

So, you’d barely been able to sleep. No one really noticed, except for Price. He could see the bags beneath your eyes, he watched you chug energy drinks when you thought people weren’t looking, and after you got hurt due to being unable to move quick enough from pure exhaustion he knew he just had to step in.

You were sitting in your bed, doing unnecessary paperwork, when there was a soft knock on your door and a soothing voice from the other side.

“Can I come in, love?” Price’s gravelly voice asks, and you of course let him in. He sits down on your desk chair while you resume your position on your bed. “I’ve noticed something ‘bout you, love.”

“What is it, sir?” You respond dutifully.

“Those bags under yer eyes.. An’ when you ‘s constantly drinkin’ them energy drinks.. They’re bad for you, you know that right?” He explains softly, looking at you with those gentle blue eyes.

“Yeah..”

“Can ye not sleep ‘r somethin’?” He asks, getting to the point.

“Not well, sir.” You reply, albeit ashamed, and he nods.

“Why not?”

“Since I was little I’ve been unable to sleep without someone or something next to me.” You explain, head down.

“Ah.”

“it wasn’t a problem until I got here, and I don’t have a bear. I doubt they’d even allow one.” You chuckle softly, and he hums.

“Could I help?” He questions gently, and from the look on his face it’s completely serious.

“Y-yeah I mean- If you want to..”

He nods, walking to the door and flicking the light off before climbing into your bed beside you.

“Alright, come on sweetheart.” He smiles, watching you lay down and fall asleep, both maintaining enough distance to remain comfortable. That was some of the best sleep you’d gotten since you arrived, and you hoped he’d continue.

He did, the next day, and the next, and every day after that unless he was on a long mission. At some point you’d moved to his room due to his bigger bed and for general convenience. You became more and more comfortable with him as the nights went on, and soon you were cuddled to his chest as you slept, mumbling whatever nonsense was in your mind. He never minded your cute habit, never thinking much of it, until one night you begin saying his name.. Innocently enough for a bit, until a few days later when you began saying his name in full sentences instead of quick mumblings.

“John.. mm.. want you so bad.. need you..” You whisper, and he chuckles. “Mm… love you..”

“What’s that, bunny?” He asks, running his hands along your waist as you continue mumbling.

“Love you, John..”

“Is that so?” He asks with a gentle chuckle, the rumble of which stirs you.

“Hmm? Did you say something?” You ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes and looking up at him.

“What’re ye mumblin’ about?”

“I wasn’t saying anything..”

“Oh really? You were just sayin’ that ye love me.. What’re ye dreamin’ about, bunny?” He purrs, voice getting slightly deeper and causing you to blush.

“Uhm.. nothing..”

“Thas’ all?” He coos, running his hands lower to your hips and teasing the waistband of your shorts.

You blush further. “I- well.. you were in it..”

“Oh was I?”

You nod.

“And what were we doing?”

“uhm..” You hide your face, not wanting to describe the things you did in your dream, when suddenly John’s hand slips beneath your shorts and taps your clit gently.

“Something like this..?” He purrs, rubbing your clit gently through your panties, and you let out a soft moan. He chuckles, sliding your panties to the side to feel the wetness between your folds. “Hmm.. so wet already..” He tsks, running his finger up and down through your folds and removing it, bringing it up to his mouth and licking your juices off. You stare at him, wide eyed, and he chuckles.

He reaches down again, looking at you for permission before slipping your shorts off and panties with it. He inserts two fingers into your cunt without hesitation, and you whimper at the sudden intrusion. He rubs your clit with his thumb as he begins gently pumping his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside of you that has you moaning and arching your back. He quickly shuts you up by kissing you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth with feverish lust. Using his free hand, he tugs down his sweatpants and boxers, letting his hard cock spring free. You gasp at the feeling of it against your stomach, its pure size a shock, and reach down to stroke it gently. He groans into the kiss, and the sound makes you cum almost instantly without warning. He laughs and pulls his fingers put, running his cock through your folds and rubbing your overstimulated clit.

“God.. so perfect for me, aren’t ye?” He chuckles, slowly pressing the thick tip of his cock into your tight hole, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around him. “Relax for me, lass.. God.. so tight” He grunts, pushing into you, listening to your moans and whimpers. After finally bottoming out, he stays still to let you adjust, before gently pulling back to thrust into you and slam into your g-spot.

“John.. ohmygod oh.. oh..” You moan and babble, his cock completely turning your brain off as he hits your g-spot over and over. “God- g-gonna- John..”

“You gonna cum? Go on, be a good girl and cum on my cock.” He commands, and you cum instantly, eyes rolling back into your head with a loud moan. He follows soon after, filling your tight pussy with his thick cum. “So good for me.. So good for me..” He praises, pulling put slowly and kissing you gently. He kisses your neck as you fall asleep, and to say that night was the best sleep you’ve ever gotten was an understatement.

that was pretty fun to write, sorry it took so long! i love getting song requests <33333 hope this is good!!!

[livelaughloveloak]

━ CLOUDED . . . ! 🦢

short fic

(sorry photopea isn't cooperating rn so I'll fix the header when it's working)

summary: Neteyam almost dies after getting shot, only with your help he'll survive.

a/n: sorry had to make a fic to this song because I love jhene Aiko 😩 This is a really short fic for my liking so ig it's more like a drabble? 1.1k words.

warnings: near death experience. angst to fluff. She/her pronouns. Reader is Navi

we do not exist in any other instant.

here in this dimension you and I are meant to be.

If you were to tell people about love, you'd tell them about you and Neteyam. Neteyam was your pillar, the only thing holding you up when you were at your lowest. Neteyam was there for you. He would always say "With every beat of my heart, my love grows even more for you" Oh how you adored Neteyam. You have chosen him and he has chosen you, but how you wished life was this simple.

"That was crazy cuz!" Lo'ak yelled and high fived you and Spider when you guys finally emerged from the water. You tried your best to stay afloat, all of your energy has been drained from fighting the sky people. Your eyes scanned around until you spotted red growing in the water, worried you looked down at your body trying to check if you've been hit anywhere. You were fine and the two seemed fine so that leaves Neteyam. You quickly looked at him breathing heavily, almost drowning from the waves, barely keeping his head up. "Oh no Neteyam" The other two boys heard you and quickly looked your way only to have the same shocked face as you had on.

"Shit!! Help him" Lo'ak was now yelling in fear rather than excitement. You called for your ilu which came quickly to your aid. You put Neteyam behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he slumped on your back breathing heavily into your ear. Your heart was pounding so roughly that you swore even Neteyam could feel it. "Watch his head!" You said out loud as you all carried his limp body on the small island which his dad was on. If someone would tell you that one day you'd be here watching your beloved mate die you'd probably laugh at their face. "What happened?" Jake asked panicking before lifting Neteyam's body up to check his back. There was an exit hole, Neteyam was bound to bleed out. "Shit!" Jake looked around frantically trying to find something to clog the wound before it was too late.

You sat beside Neteyam with his head in your lap, tears falling down your face almost landing on his. "Stay awake for me" You begged him. Neteyam's eyes were scrambling everywhere as he was also panicking, he was so young with dreams and ambitions. He didn't want to die. His eyes settled to look into yours. You cupped his face, softly caressing his cheek. "Tìyawn" He croaked slightly smiling, glad to have you with him at his final moments. "I'm here Teyam do not worry." "My love don't look at me like that, I don't want your last memory of me to be like this" More tears came out of your eyes after hearing his words.

You didn't want to lose hope as it was all you had at this moment. You heard a rip before Jake finally spoke again "Quick shove this in the wound and swim back to the village fast" He passed you a piece of cloth which you put on top of the wound. "I'm sorry this is gonna hurt" And with that you shoved it in, your heart shattering after hearing Neteyam's screams of pain. You picked up Neteyam slightly struggling due to his weight and the fact that he was taller than you.

Lo'ak came to your aid and the both of you put one of his arms around your shoulders before carefully placing him in your ilu. Lo'ak decided to stay back since the fight was not finished. After bidding him a farewell you quickly rode your ilu towards the village where the Tsahik is, surely she can help.

You arrived at the shore screaming for help which thank ewya the Tsahik Ronal heard. Ronal looked at Neteyam limped only standing up with your support. She took him inside her hut and commanded you to stay outside while she tried her best to keep Neteyam alive. A thousand questions flooded your head. ‘Will he be alright’ All you wanted to do was be within your Neteyam's arms again, laying on a tree branch or maybe staring up at the sky naming every star. You wished you didn't have to walk around in the future hearing strangers say “Ewya did it for a reason” or “He is in a better place now” If ewya had a reason, what could have it possibly have been? To teach you a lesson? No person should die this young.

Soon enough the flap to Ronal's healing hut opened revealing her. You rose to your feet hoping you were not about to hear a "I'm sorry" come out of her mouth. "He is alive thanks to you, just very weak." You trembled as relief washed over you after hearing the Tsahik's words. "You can come inside now child" She stepped to the side to make space for you "Thank you." You bowed to her and walked in to see Neteyam lying peacefully with bandages wrapped around him. "Wake up soon my love." You sat down next to him and picked up his hand, kissing it.

A month. A whole month has passed and still Neteyam was in his deep slumber. The war is over and the sky people have lost. A party was set to celebrate the great ordeal of winning against such demons. Normally you'd be dancing around and singing within the light of the bonfire but you couldn't. You couldn't have fun and laugh knowing that Neteyam was still in a coma. Often you'd find yourself sitting beside him having some sort of physical touch with him. In fact that was what you were doing right now.

You had fallen asleep next to him by accident, obviously tired after many sleepless nights. Before the war you'd always sleep within Neteyam's strong arms. “Neteyam the mighty cuddler” you'd joke. You were lost in sleep almost ignoring the fact that you felt someone's hand on the back of your head caressing it ever so softly. You would've kept your eyes closed before you heard a quiet. "Ma y/n." Your ears twitched trying to process if you were just dreaming or not.

After a few minutes you opened your eyes to see bright yellow ones staring at you. You pulled him into a hug carefully avoiding his wrapped up wounds. "You're finally awake" you sobbed as Neteyam rubbed his hand against your back trying to comfort you. "shh calm down, I will always come back for you even if I were to die we'd meet again in ewya's paradise."

[beevean]

19 for a ship of your choosing? ^-^

…for luck.

Note: this is for an old prompt meme that I'm not doing rn. I just remembered I had this ask in my drafts lol

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Sonic was Sonic again.

Silver was yet not fully familiar with the true power of the Chaos Emeralds: it was Sonic himself who granted it to him first, back when they had to stop Solaris. And now, Silver returned the old favor; and the sickly metallic sheen of the virus had been vaporized by the sheer, burning light that had enveloped the both of them, infusing them with power and life.

Eyes red like fire shone with the infectuous confidence Silver had grown to respect in his friend. He was back. And it was not only because of the Emerald's soothing energy that Silver, at last, felt at peace.

"Now we're talking," Sonic stretched his arms over his head. "Glad to have your back, Silver."

Silver nodded and gave him a thumbs up, before turning its attention to the enormous monstrosity towering over them, busy swatting away what was left of the Restoration. The red, pulsating skin, the throbbing veins and the sharp teeth brought back memories of Iblis, and the never ending fights against the god that lead him to desperation.

But it was nothing like it. Silver had no doubt: the monster could be brought down. They just needed to give it their all.

The Chaos Emeralds' power ran through their bodies already, crackling like electricity - but perhaps an extra boost wouldn't hurt...

Silver flew closer to Sonic and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Oh. It burned.

Not befitting at all of the awe radiating from him, Sonic spluttered in surprise: "Silver?!"

"Amy told me that it's custom in this time to kiss people to wish good luck," Silver explained, confused. Did she lie to him?

Sonic tugged at his lips in a weird way, like he had forgotten how to smile for a moment. He was... oddly charming.

"Sure it is. You're learning quickly!" He rubbed his cheek, with slow movements. Then, with a hesitation not like him, he returned the kiss. Silver gasped: more hot electricity ran through him. His entire body was impervious to all pain and sensation, but that soft contact...

Silver could have enjoyed the feeling for the rest of the day, but then Zavok's roar reverberated through the air. Not that Silver was intimidated. "Alright. Ready to save the world?"

And just like that, Sonic cracked his knuckles with his familiar grin, and everything was business as usual. "Naturally. But let's take care of the big guy first!"

Oh, yes. Silver wanted the menace gone, as soon as possible: his fingers itched to exert his telekinesis, over him and over all the people in need of help. Thankfully, with Sonic, menaces did not last long enough.

He rubbed his cheek where Sonic had wished him good luck, and let his powers flow through his limbs.

[visceral-reject]

Forelsket

(n) the euphoria experience when you first fall in love 

Okay so its not the best, Benadryl making life hard rn TvT

Word count: 3400

TW: It’s HABIT cmon nw, dubcon, he kinda breaks in????? Dom/sub undertones but never stated outright, breeding kind kinda, my bad writing while im sick.

Haven’t wrote smut for a while so this will probably be re-written when Im in my right mind

The taste of you was heavy on his tongue, so much so that every word, every breath was you, and only you. 

Balance. That's what the universe needs, enforced. A never-ending balance that no one, not ever the strongest or oldest of Entities challenged. Where there was light, there shall be dark and vice versa. Habit hated it. He hated seeing people heal, he hated seeing a familiar iridescent form from the corner of his eye. It was a never ending cycle; Habit would bring some undeserved wrath to some poor mortal unfortunate enough to have caught his eye, or maybe it was his hatred for the Slender Man that that pushed him, but nonetheless he’d drag out some unnecessary,torturous game that only he finds entertaining, and there you’d be. When Habit was created, born of hate and trickery; you were also brought forth. A being of an oh so tender light that even he could only stare in a curious awe. You were his balance, always there to counteract whatever damage he’d done. Habit hated you for a while, avoiding you for the longest, trying to reverse whatever you did; and for a while those feelings were mutual. You, still young and naive, believed that this was some kind of sick punishment that you’d somehow earned yourself in the brief moments you’d met the creators. Fos, your creator, a being of an eternal, cold light, caressed your cheek and sent you on your way, giving you favored blessings and best wishes. You were a favorite, a purer being that they’d created to serve as a buffer; sometimes you’d wish you weren’t. Habits, well habits made you sick. He’d toy with mortals like he was a creator himself,a god. And you’d mess with him back all the same, pulling his horn like appendages, calling him out on his name; a constant back and forth you'd both soon tire of.

“ You think you’re so much better than I, don’t you, pretty? “ his voice, rough and condescending, questioned, his many eyes all gazing down at you. 

“ Of course I do, mutt. I am better. ‘ You hated this man, if he even was one. It didn’t matter how many times you changed your form, he’d always make it his mission to make you feel small, weak. You couldn’t take much more after the Dark Ages, too much suffering and not enough time to fix it. You, and your brethren failed for many, many years. Fos, in all their luminal glory, felt pity upon you all, and gave most of you the sanctuary you needed to regain the lost energy and strength you’d lost during the seemingly endless wars and revolutions. It had been 798 years to be exact, and many things changed since that day. Ligo Fos, as your kind had come to be called, were ridded of your old appearances, no matter the differencing in forms. The small, branch like ‘horns’ fell, and your skin became soft, many ranges of colors that still felt limiting. 

‘ We must cater to the mortals, my dear children. ‘ Fos's voice was caring, yet stern. The Creator willed it, so as dutiful servants you must obey, lest you want to be repurposed. It would be alright. 

Time skip

Ligos Fos, elusive creatures known to heal the sick and punish the guilty. Beings of a light so bright that only artists can gaze upon. All these titles boosted your ego. Mortals viewed anything they didn’t understand as a higher being. They viewed your blessings as some mystical power that was your own. Laughable. 

As the sun rose and fell, you spent your days following your hellish counterpart. Trailing behind him wherever he went, fixing his wrongs. It was the late 90s when he caught on. Habit would flick his eyes to your hidden location and smile a cruel,twisted smirk that had only gotten worse than you remember it. Habit had changed, he wasn't a twiggy, short thing made of the darkest ink anymore. He’d grown into what mortals called a ‘man’. He’d taken on a vessel of sorts. A human man, barely reaching 19 summers at this point. You had to admit, he would be attractive once he grew into his looks. This ‘highschool’ and ‘college’ would be stressful, and human hormones would fluctuate often. Habit, or Evan, as he’d been calling himself nowadays, was almost dog-like, always chasing down something he shouldn’t, getting overly excited, etc. etc. His antics were cute to you, making you forget that this wasn’t this Evan person, whoever he was. This was Habit, your Habit. The same creature that mocked you, pulled at your cheeks until they were sore, muddied your outerwear. You felt pity for whoever Evan was, because you knew well enough that he was gone, his body nothing more than a husk for Habit to use and bend until it broke. For three years you did this, slowly getting closer and closer to the thing you’d been made with. Forced a bond in which you didn’t know how to work with or use in any way. 

For the longest it was awkward to say the least. Habit wanted nothing more than to make your life a living hell, doing the most trivial things to irk your nerves for the sake of it. 

“ Your cheeks puff up when you get upset, pretty. Did I upset the pretty dove? Ruffle your feathers? “ he, Evan, all but cackled his rough hands cupping your jaw. You were sure you hated him, but even you, in all your prideful ways, had to admit he was attractive. You scoffed at his statement, retreating out the door, your feet stomping angrily. He’d never let you live this down. Habit would call you brattish, daring you to object and ‘prove his point’; yet some part of you wanted that. A part of you that thought about the young man in facetious ways. Ways that would leave a damp spot in your panties. You suppressed these urges for the longest. Fos found it funny when you consulted them, thinking you were defective, broken. One had to admit, you’ve always been a theatrical type. Fos explained you were mature now, one of the first of their creations to fully mature actually; something that had you preening for a while. Fos sent you back to the mortal realm, with no instructions other than to get used to these urges, for they wouldn’t end now that they’ve started. And stars above they weren't wrong about that one bit. During the early months of spring you suffered. Your lower abdomen ached and your fingers didn’t provide you the relief you needed. After you found out about toys, they only satisfied you for about a year in total. By now, your ‘heats’ had begun to hurt progressively more. 

  ➞break

Habit knew something felt wrong. He felt something gnawing at the pit of his stomach, or a nagging voice in the back of the endless void he called a mind. Then it clicked for him. It was the turning of the seasons. Spring was approaching and he’d forgotten about it.. Habit mentally cursed himself. Quickly bringing the phone to cancel any and all plans or work he may have had the next week and a half. Sure his pockets would hurt for a while but he’d manage. After the first few days he began to feel the effects of his upcoming rut, and something told him it would be bad. His urge to nest and hoard was already something when he wasn’t being pumped full of unwanted hormones, but now? Now he’d be growling at air if he felt his space was being threatened. He’d spend his days shirtless, a pair of sweatpants hung loosely around his waist; a thin layer of sweat covered his body as he fanned himself. Habit’s house was on the verge of freezing, yet he still panted like a dog. What made it so much worse was that his cock ached, the tip a hot red now from past abuse and Habit still wasn’t satisfied. By now he was pushing 21 summers, well the vessel was anyways;  many of the entities Habit had familiarized himself with in the past now sired many cherub faced cambions, hell, a good many knocked up the Ligos they’d been balanced with when they were created alongside. One acquaintance spoke of how pretty her Ligos looked underneath her. Habit’s mind slowly drifted towards the idea of you, and how you’d look beneath his, whining and begging for him to fuck his cum back into your soaked hole, or maybe you’d beg him to stop, tell him you hated him and that he was lucky to even be this close to you in the first place. Habit laughed at the last thought, his cock twitched as he palmed himself through his pants. He’d have you. He needed to have the pleasure of seeing such an elusive, prideful creature reduced to a whimpering, blubbering mess below him, your voice cracking and begging for him to slow down, begging him to breed you. The mere thought of shooting his cum down your sopping hole made a guttural groan leave his throat as he continued to palm himself through his sweatpants. He ached for you, longed for you.

       -with you-

The empty feeling in your stomach was enough to make you whine. As much as you adored your Creator, they did little to help ease the tightness. Your hand was buried between your thighs, fingers soaked with your cum, and yet it still wasn’t enough. You needed something more than just your fingers and toys; you’d brought yourself to orgasm after fucking orgasm and yet you still felt wrong. Your body was slick with sweat at this point, the scent of sex heavy in the air around you. As you bit on the now clipped fingernail, listening to the rain outside the small glass window, sometimes you’d like to think that your savior would waltz out of the treeline to solve all your problems; you’d laugh at the childish thoughts then. Now you wish they would. You continued your daydreaming, oblivious to the creaking floorboards. You smelt him before you saw him. He smelt like teakwood and fire; he smelt like home, safety. 

‘ Habit. ‘ your voice croaked, hoarse from the screaming and whining you’ve done. Habit laughed, his voice gravelly as he continued. 

‘ So this is what my little starlight does in her freetime? Stuffing her cunt like whore? ‘ 

Habit laughed as he kicked himself off the doorframe to stalk closer to your now shaking body. You weren’t scared, but the anticipation, the adrenaline. You could taste it, it was addicting, for once in your life you allowed yourself to become addicted to it. Dark eyes raked across your body, taking note of how your nightwear clung to your sweat covered skin. You looked absolutely delectable like this, and you didn’t even know. Habit was an impatient being already, but what little patience he had left was thinning, the last string so close to popping before he allowed those urges he’d taken so long to suppress. The scent of sex made Habit lick his lips as he crawled atop you, muscles tense as his hands pulled at your sheets. Habit trailed open mouthed kissed down your neck and throat, leaving a trail of bites in his wake, hickeys would be a pain in the ass to cover tomorrow, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about the past resentment you had for this man, you didn’t care about the past teasing, arguments. Anything. All that mattered right now was him. 

Then he stopped, and gods above you wanted to tear his throat out. 

“ Tell me to stop dove. “ Habit’s voice was hushed, raspy even. He wanted you to tell him to stop, tell him to go fuck himself, find some cheap whore he could dispose of after he was done with them. He wanted you to tell him to go to hell, you weren’t like him, but yet here you were, shoving your head to the side, begging him not to stop. Your thighs pushed apart to fit his body against yours. To Habit, you didn’t want him to stop, no you wanted him to ruin you for anyone else, to leave an imprint of himself on your soul. A guttural growl left Habit’s throat as he bit down on your throat, a hand moving to grip your jaw. 

“ I told you to do something starlight, " the man spoke through gritted teeth, a cruel smile etching its way onto his face. Your eyes locked with his, dark eyes a flurry of emotions. Lust. Need. Somethings else you couldn’t name. To think you’re relearning each other after so long apart, and yet he still remembered which parts made you weak. A smile etched itself on your features just when you settled your hand against Habit’s that still lay resting on your jaw. When you turned your head to gently kiss his palm. 

“ If I wanted you to stop, I would've made you a while ago, Habit. '' your voice was muffled in his palm. “ And right now, I want you to ruin me. “ Habit’s eyes darkened at your words, pulling your hips closer to his, you almost whined at the feeling of his cock through the material of his pants. Habit’s lips were heavy against yours as he dragged his hands down your body, pawing at any exposed flesh he could feel, your soft nightwear being pushed out of the way for his preying hands to feel for more. You felt whole. His touch was electric, leaving sparks wherever his hands found sanctuary. Habit liked toying with his prey, feeding off their fear, their tears; and you were no exception. He’d tease, he’d edge if that's what it took for you to break before him. How long would you last? How long before you were fucked dumb? To braindead to speak coherent sentences? He’d find out. He’d find out if it took him all night and the next day. Habit’s hand slowly found itself between your thighs, the damp spot in your panties making him chuckle. His lips found your throat once again as his fingers traced your slit, gathering up your slick on his fingers before pushing them into your soaked hole. A breathy whine leaving you lips, eyes closing as your head lolled back into your pillow. Habit’s pace was slow, his fingers curling deliciously at that spot that made you want to scream. He wanted you to beg, to put your pride aside and ask him for your release that you craved so desperately. Maybe he’d be nice, maybe he’d set aside his usual cruelty and sadistic want and just give you what you wanted for once! 

“ Fat chance, pretty! Tell me what I want and then you can cum.” Habit was a bastard, he wouldn’t give anybody anything for free, what made you any different. And you gave in. You begged, borderline screamed pleas for him to just let you come undone, the familiar tightness in your stomach threatening to pop; but he didn’t allow it. Habit pried his fingers from your cunt and brought them to his lip. The sight was erotic, taboo. Watching him lick your slick off his fingers made your thighs close, or at least attempt to. Habit groaned and threw his head back, eyes closed as the corners of his mouth made a lopsided grin. “ Gods you taste better than I imagine dove. “ he voiced his praise, your cheeks felt hot as you averted your eyes. “ Please…” a weak plea left your lips. It was almost laughable to Habit, you were throwing a tantrum all because he wouldn’t let you get off? Cute, but he’d be nice just this once. His cock was painfully hard at this point, the tip a burning red as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his member. Your mouth practically watered at the sight, but there’d be another time you’d get to suck him dry. Your panties had long since been discarded, the fabric laying in tattered shreds on your floor somewhere alongside the promise to buy you more. You squirmed, trying to find any friction you could but Habit’s firm hands kept you still, his fingers sure to leave bruises with his grip on your hips. “ No no pretty, tell me what you want. “ he chided, a sadistic grin on his face. His hair clung to his forehead, a sheen of sweat coating his body as his muscles tensed. He was holding back, waiting for those words to fall out of your mouth, and gods was it worth the wait. “ Please gods! Please just fuck me Habit! Use me! I don’t care just let me cum-” your sentence was cut short as Habit thrusted his cock into you without so much as a warning, tears pricking your eyes from the sudan intrusion. Something between a growl and groan left the man’s throat. Your warmth sucked him in. Habit gave you a brief moment to adjust before his pace was quickened, his grip on your hips bruising as your back arched. His intent was to breed you, mark your insides as his. You were his. His to hold, his to kiss, his to breed. The thought of you round with his children made his cock twitch. You’d be such a good mother, such a doting mate. Your sweet sounds filled his ears, urging him on. Habit was running on pure instinct at that moment, no words were spoken between you two, because they didn’t need to be. A hand left your hip to press on your stomach, a toothy smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. You looked so pretty, all fucked out, dazed, and all from his cock. “ Aw is my little dove all fucked out? To dumb on cock to speak now? “ Habit cackled as he left soft slaps to your cheek, and all you could do was nod. Your brain long fried as he fucked his cock into you. Gargled pleas left your lips, yet you didn’t know what you were begging for at this point. For him to stop? Fuck you harder? He didn’t care, all Habit cared about was fucking you full of his kids. Habit groaned as your cunt squeezed his cock, a rough smack landed on your thigh making you jump. His dark eyes met yours as he hissed out a threat “ You better not fucking cum yet. Not until I say so. “. He left no room for objection, so all you could do was whine and take it, cunt fluttering around his cock as he mixed degrading words with his filthy praises. A high-pitched whine left your throat as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his flesh and burying your face into his shoulder; your pleas falling on deaf ears. You begged, cried, pleaded for Habit to just let you cum, that you’d do anything. Habit’s voice was hoarse as he laughed, a grunt heaved from his throat. 

Your vision turned white as you came. It took a few moments to come back to your senses and even then they were fried. Everything felt fuzzy almost, hazy. Habit, panting and showering you with sloppy kisses and half-formed praises lay on top of you. His weight was nice, you felt protected and warm. “ You’ll be such a good little mate won’t you? “ he grinned, wiping the stray hairs from your forehead before planting a kiss on it. “ Such a good mother too? Maybe I’ll just keep you plugged so it takes? You’d like that wouldn’t you pretty? You want to make me happy don’t you? Yeah, you do. “ His voice was background noise to you at this point, but his words made you smile. You felt whole, full. No longer longing for something you couldn’t have or couldn’t reach. Habit hummed as he stroked your face, watching you doze every now and then. You’d keep him happy enough for now. And busy.

 “ Oh don’t think I’m done yet, starlight, I’m just gracious enough to give you a break! Say thank you, why don’t you? “ 

[bbyquokka]

🥺 hey twinnie.. you know how it be with me rn.. just thoughts of getting fat hug from all the skz members, like how they all hugged chris during that lovers episode they did.

And I want a hug from you I hate distance rn 😭

group hug

ANGST/COMFORT BELOW CUT - MINORS, AGELESS AND DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: fem reader, she/her pronouns used, ot8!, felix and reader are in an established relationship, mention of reader feeling grief. words: 0.7k ~ (707)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

you nuzzle under the duvet, broken hiccups in the form of sobs leaving your lips. curled in a fetal position as you hold the thing you treasure the most, close to your chest.

“why..” you whisper to yourself, heart shattering as you recall the events that's happened the last two days “just a bit longer. i thought we had more time with one another.”

tears roll down your cheeks, trickling down the bridge of your nose before landing on the mattress with a soft plop. your eyes are red, sore and puffy, lips chapped, throat sore. you have a headache and feel so tired, mentally and physically.

your body is heavy with grief, a piece of you feels like it's missing.

felix bites his lip as he stares at your closed door. you didn't mean to, but you snapped at him. he knows you're upset right now and that you didn't mean it, but it pains him to see you hurt and broken like this and not be able to do anything about it.

so he called the few people he falls onto when he is unsure of what to do - his members.

“she'll be ok.” minho softly says, noticing how the younger man is currently burning holes in your door.

“i know.” he sighs, playing with fingers. “i just wish i could do something, y'know.”

“she knows you're here for her, felix. we all are.” hyunjin gives felix a soft and reasuring smile.

“i just wish there was a way to show her that im here; that we're all here.” felix mumbles.

“sometimes it's best to leave people be during these times. maybe she doesn't want company right now and having company might make her worse?” jisung suggests, trying his best to reassure felix's mind.

“nah.. that's not like her.. she loves hugs and cuddles. loves skin on skin. we all know that with the way she clings to me!” everyone hums, nodding slowly.

“thats it!” chan says, slapping his thighs and pushing himself up off the sofa. felix watches chan approach your door, softly knocking with his knuckle.

“yn? it's chan.” he says softly. he pauses, listening to you sniffle and shift around.

“go away.” you choke out.

“you know i won't leave you, yn. felix is worried about you, as we all are!”

“chan. please, just leave me alone.” chan sighs softly, his stubborn side getting the better of him.

“im coming in.” he waits for your reply. silence. he opens the door and walks inside, the members watching and waiting; anticipating for you to scream at him to tell him to f off.

but you don't.

chan walks into the living area, your limp and tired body over his shoulder. you don't have the energy or willpower to fight him, he just scooped you up and put you over your shoulder.

“you can't isolate yourself, yn. not at a time like this.” chan softly states, placing you down on the sofa beside felix. you look down at your lap, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks for the nth time.

“watch me.” you mumble stubbornly.

“oh we will, doesn't mean we will let it happen.” seungmin hums.

“why though.”

“because we care for you and love you, yn. you don't have to do this alone. don't push away the people that are willing to help you. surround yourself with people that have positive energy, people that love you so much. it'll help lessen the burden.” felix says, gently taking your hand is his.

you look up at him, your vision blurred as tears spill. you grip onto felixs hand.

“i love you yn. you're not alone in this so don't push me or us away.” he gently strokes away your tears as you sob.

“i-im sorry. i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to.. it just, it hurts. it hurts so bad.” you babble, snot and tears free falling down your face.

“we know yn, but we're here. don't push us away. allow yourself to lean on us for support.” chan sits next to you, pulling your sobbing body into his chest. he hugs you tightly, the members all piling on top to surround you in hugs.

it's warm and soothing. its home.

note: i wish i could give you a bigggggg squeeze rn, thats all i've been wanting to do since. ilysvm & im always here for you ‹3

tags (open): not tagging because it doesn't feel right due to the nature of the fic/situation.

[thesunandneeks]

in this phase where every song I listen to reminds me of nico di angelo- going to start collecting them here bc it’s important

1. this kills in reference to nico & percy. feel like it holds both of their pov’s :,,) also has casino mentions which,, lol

2. nico to will nico to will nico to will !!!! so soft so sweet so innocent kills in a whole different way

3. feels so much like nico’s pain from battle of labyrinth through blood of olympus. also, just know nico would be a huge mitski stan- it’s soso his sound.

4. im sorry these are all v mainstream but they fit so well. this feels like nico when he was crushing on percy. so much so. “only if you knew how much I liked you… watch as she stands, put your arm round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder… but how could you hate her? she’s such an angel… she’s got you mesmerized, while I die… you like her better… wish I were heather”

5. will being the little healing lover boy he is to nico ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

6. more solangelo sweetness!!! i die for the “im only soft for you” dynamic “do not enter its written on the doorway, why can’t everyone just go away? except you- you can stay. what do you think of my treehouse?… usually I’m all by myself”

7. oh god if the other songs kill this one stingsss. I listen and just hear nico finally finding stability and love and a home in will.

every. lyric. is. them. esp “to you I can admit, I’m just too soft for all of it” again w the only soft for u dynamic. pls!!! stings stings stings!!!!!

8. this is a bit of a genre jolt jump but I can’t get through listening to this without giggling and kicking my feet thinking about solangelo its them it’s them it’s them

I feel like the energy of the song really matches their playful banter but also the desperation and frustration they had towards each other when they both had feelings before admitting so (end of blood of olympus) just so sweet and cutesy and perf for them!!!

“Im lost in admiration could i need you this much? oh, you’re wasting my time, you’re just, just, just, just wasting time- SOMETHINGHAPPENSANDIMHEADOVERHEELS!!!!! I never find out until I’m head over heels!!!!" also a little quick line of "and dreaming im a doctor”,, mr healing boy?? and then “traditions I can trace against the child in your face- won’t escape my attention”??? love. love. love.

I’ll stop here for now lolll but will def be adding to this bc I am in so deep with nico and solangelo rn.

[the1975attheirverybest]

just could really use something where maybe ur anxious and crying or whatever it may be for whatever reason and matty just holds u and runs his hands through your hair and whispers sweet nothings and affirmations IDK i just feel kinda shit rn ig

Oh, honey. I’m so sorry you’re having a difficult time right now. Please know that it will pass. Even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. I am sending you all the best vibes and well wishes. I’m here for you, if you need to vent or chat or anything at all. Been there myself. More times than I can count. So, I completely understand. ❤️ I hope that this can at least bring a smile to your face.

——

Matty walked through the door, expecting to be greeted with a hug from his favorite human being, after a long day at work. He kicked his shoes off, glancing around the room for signs of her. His brows furrow at the eerie silence. He’s used to the speakers blasting music, the sounds and smells of her cooking, or the TV being on, at the very least. This quiet was unsettling.

He rushes up the stairs, whistling the tune of the song he’s been working on all day. He peaks his head into the bedroom and smiles when his eyes finally land on her figure.

“Hey, baby! What’re you doin’ up here so early?” He walks over, a bit concerned that she doesn’t turn around to look at him as soon as he shows up. “Hey, you sleepin’ or something?”

She eventually pulls herself up and turns to face him, mumbling a soft apology. “Sorry, I- umm, just didn’t hear you come in.”

Matty is alarmed. How could she not have heard him come in, walk up the stairs, and all the way to the bedroom? He sits by her on the bed, taking her face in his hands and looking her straight in the eyes. Which is when it dawns on him that she’s on the verge of tears.

“Hey, honey, what’s the matter, my love?”

She bites her wobbly lip, struggling to keep from crying. All the effort that she had put into shoving her anxious thoughts into the back of her mind, and all the energy that she had spent telling herself to power through the hard part, and to just be strong for one more day, was now washing away at the sound of his gentle coaxing pulling at her heartstrings.

She shakes her head and attempts to brush him off, but Matty will not hear of it. He can tell she’s upset, and his heart is breaking at the tears in her eyes. “Baby, please talk to me. What’s the matter?” His hand on her neck and bottom of her cheek, pulls her into him, and she can no longer keep the tears at bay. She sobs into his arms, with him holding her tight, and vents to him while his shirt soaks up her tears, about how awful she’s been feeling for a long time now. That she feels stuck and helpless with her mind spiraling all the time. It feels like the world around her is moving at warp speed, and she has to exert twice as much energy just to try and keep up, and most of the time, she can’t even do that. And she feels guilty for even being upset because she knows she’s supposed to be stronger than this, but she’s just so exhausted all the time.

Matty listens to her speak and feels the sobs shake her whole body as they leave her lips and his heart shatters to a million pieces. “Baby, why haven’t you said anything? I wish you’d talked to me…if I’d known that you’ve been feeling this way- fuck, I never would’ve left for work this morning.” He hates to imagine that while he slept soundly by her side every night, she’s been lying awake struggling in anguish without his support.

He pulls them both into the bed so he’s resting his back against the headboard, with her in his lap, stroking her hair, kissing her forehead and cooing to her. “It’s okay, my love. I’ve got you. You’re not alone. Don’t have to be strong anymore. You can fall apart if you need to. I’ll catch you, I’ll put you back together.”

She falls asleep with him holding her, and he’s there in the morning when she tries to pretend everything’s fine and start her day anew.

“You need to rest. You can’t fix your situation if you’re running on fumes.”

“But life doesn’t pause and wait for me. If I don’t get on with it, I’ll fall behind. It’ll be even worse!” She feels the emotions bubble back up to the surface, but she doesn’t have time for this right now. She’s a grown up, with real responsibilities, and no time for outbursts.

“Fuck that shit! I couldn’t give a rats ass about the rest of the world. What I care about is you. My love. My favorite person. Everyone else could set themselves on fire for all I care. If you’re not healthy, how could you be expected to get anything done?” He puts his hands on both of her shoulders, dragging her back to bed. “Please. Stay here with me. Just for today. Let me spoil you. Let me take care of you. We’ll have a day in. Just us. I wanna talk. Feel like I haven’t been present. I wanna know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. If all you need is some rest, we’ll make sure you get it. If you need professional help, I want to make sure you have it. Please, baby, stay home with me.”

And how could she refuse. When he looks at her with his pretty eyes and she sees the concern that fills them, she knows he’s right. And at least for the moment, the burden isn’t as heavy. Knowing that he would gladly carry it with her is the first glimmer of hope she’s felt in a long time.