#plz and thank youu

[cutsugi]

astronaut cookie ! ! (he/they pronouns plz!)

[shkika]

Since my wrist is killing me and I can't draw, have my ramblings about machines having souls and being able to become husks and also just Ultrakill thoughts! Predictions about the ending if you squint??

im just having fun here

Like I'm so deranged about how machines being intelligent and actually conscious is handled in Ultrakill. The build-up, even if accidental(?), is SO SO CLEVER and gradual (as gradual as ultrakill can get). How that fits into the overall narrative and how the tragedy of this game manages to be so awesome??

First with how I love the way "Machines are living beings" idea is handled. It starts from the introduction and establishes the world so well in so few words it's so lovely. You get introduced to the machines as war weapons. They need blood to survive and humanity has been eradicated. That's all you need to know.

You start with the basic information that these machines don't want to die. Which makes sense, it doesn't have to mean they are actually alive. It makes sense a machine would look for any way possible to keep itself running to continue doing it's job.

And then immediately in the prelude you meet the Swordsmachine. A part of a specific group of machines the terminal calls "scrapheads" which modify their own bodies. While at first that does not ring as anything that's especially noteworthy. A machine trying to upgrade itself is nothing unheard of. It's to be better, stronger, more efficient.

Except that's not exactly what the Swordmachine design is about according to the game. It is mentioned to have very impressive combat prowess compared to other machines, however what it is also referred to as is "beautiful". The design is appreciated almost like a piece of art. And some of it's parts don't even wield a practical purpose, the mentioned example being it's voice box.

It is not ONLY about utility. It is also about art!!

Alright. That's interesting. Let's give an even more outrageous example. Skipping Limbo for now, there is lust where we are introduced to Mindflayers. Which?? Are so wild??? And mysterious? We don't know what and when they were made for (ALTHOUGH I VERY MUCH HAVE HEADCANONS ABOUT IT) their bodies are described as completely seperate and useless to the machine. And yet it is stated they act very lovingly and take care of their bodies. So much so in fact that they SELF-DESTRUCT if it is harmed.

V2 in the first fight is a rival to you as any other machine, however once it's arm is stripped away from V1 the confrontation becomes PERSONAL. The second fight is not simply about the lack of resources anymore. It is to reclaim what was lost. Whether that be the arm or something else. Even the very terminal entry itself calls it revenge.

And of course. With Violence it is revealed that with all of this. Machines can also make other forms of art like poetry. Which is even more interesting is that the machine which did that was first EVER machine to use blood mind you. An extremely old design, yet it could make art to express it's feelings.

Machines are capable of modifying, changing, expressing and LOVING themselves. They make art and some are frequently seen attacking you in groups! Those are clearly intelligent beings. And I mean. Duh. everyone playing Ultrakill knows that. Obviously. Like. Yeah.

So then why isn't the fact that these walking weapons probably have souls more discussed? What makes a soul? Why would machines not have them? If they can do all that people can on an emotional level.

And what happens when these machines die? What exactly is stopping them from ending up hell? Obviously heaven is unobtainable. Their very reason for existence, is to cause pain and suffering. The means through which they need to keep themselves alive is to cause suffering. It makes sense they'd all become hells beloved children. Doing what is in their nature is an art form to it.

What's even more is that the game itself supports the idea that some are souls. Surely hell cannot create them since everything made by hell are demons, which are very easy to recognize by the stone exterior.(?? unless im wrong??)

And there is no feasible way for machines like the Guttermen and Earthmovers to be their actual living counterparts. On a basic level they LACK the means to be alive. The people inside the Guttermen need to be alive in order for them to function. When opening them in-game they are just skeletons. Nobody has been supplying them with blood for a long time. Because it's hell. The game itself states that death is a luxury in hell. It does not happen easy.

Earthmovers need sunlight to power them. And the game specifically put them in an area that is clouded. There is none to be seen in violence. No they are just trapped in place, forced to shoot each other for all of eternity.

Machines, when they die… go to hell! Probably!

Some of the machines you kill, perhaps reccuring enemies go to hell (Thank u l@/little-tornad0 for the addition hehe)

When you die.

You respawn! Hell keeps you going. Hell wants torture. Hell wants bloodshed. Hell wants entertainment and you are the purest form of it.

It makes me think a lot about the potential ending of the game. About the themes. I don't think this means inherently that hell is a perfect self-sustaining organism that can go on like this forever. Gabriel says machines are destroying it and leaving nothing behind. Things are clearly going south in some way. And it'd fit the themes better if it was all going to uh.. hell lol. If it was all going to collapse. From the main theme of the game literally being "The fire is gone" to the name of the last chapter literally being named "Godfist suicide"

Also for what it's worth the Mirage secret is awesome meta-commentary on the idea that everything will die. Everything is destined to end. It is up to you how your each that end.

I think this is what Ultrakill will kind of be about at the end maybe. Gabriel will die out with a bang doing what he wants.

V1 itself is clearly NOT killing efficiently to survive, but for fun. Before it all ends. It's going out with a bang.

And with no new humans or machines that can enter hell in the long run. Perhaps it's very being too will decide it wants to go out with a bang.

In short. uh machines have souls. everything will die but not in a sad way. but in a very cool awesome way. thats pr awesomesauce

[nosaintz]

*   open  to  females .   plot :   based  on  this .   connection :   married  /  single  member  of  his  congregation . 

“   i'm  sorry .  w  -   what  was  that  again ?   ”   kenneth  clears  his  throat ,   trying  to  regain  his  composure  after  the  lewd  confession  she  uttered  so  casually  only  for  him  and  the  lord  to  hear .   he  has  heard  many  stories  during  confession ,  but  nothing  quite  like  this  ―   so  vivid  and  extremely  detailed ,   painting  a  picture  that  made  it  quite  difficult  for  him  to  focus .   he  needs  to  make  sure  he  heard  her  right . 

[shimmerox]

Strange sardine

Shimmer in a comfy bed

[aajjks]

i can’t keep spoiling you guys like this 😂

TC!dad!JK

“i’m going to need a lot of blood” dr. lee says as he leads jungkook into a chair. “you’ll be down for awhile, so i recommend you drink lots of water and take it easy. i haven’t done a blood transfusion since your father was the ruler” the doctor says as he rummages through his drawers for a clean needle and a container to carry the thick fluid.

“take a deep breath, your highness”

dr. lee rolls up jungkook’s sleeve, cleans his skin, and sticks the needle in his arm until he punctures a vein that fills the container with his blood. after the first container, he fills another with jungkook’s blood, nearly 15% of his blood has been drained and once it’s enough, dr. lee pulls the needle from his arm and supplies the light headed king with a glass of water.

“this will be enough” he says “i’ll start the transfusion, wait here. i’ll go get the queen”

he takes the containers filled with blood and leaves jungkook alone to go and get you. after few minutes later, you walk in and take a seat next to a dizzy jungkook who looks to be in a daze and you’re sure it’s because of the amount of blood the doctor took.

“jungkook, it’s me” you say as you take his bloodied face in your hands to get him to look at you. “our son is going to be okay. our son is saved because of you” you wrap your arms around jungkook and hold his hazy state but you’re just happy that both of your boys are alive.

it’s been over 5 hours and you’re beginning to worry. the transfusion should have been easy, right? a simple one and done. so why is this taking so long?? you’re pacing back and forth, too anxious to sit down and too worried to eat. “please” you beg “please be okay”

after another two long hours of pacing, a physician walks in with a smile on his face “the transfusion was a success. his heart is stable and his vitals are doing fine. the wound in his abdomen has been completely sealed and will take time to heal but he may have to learn how to walk again”

you gasp “are you serious? are you saying jinseoul is alright? he’s okay?”

you’re sure the puncture left a bit of damage but you’re thankful but it isn’t permanent and that your son is okay.

“can we see him?”

“of course. he’s a little woozy but he’s talking”

you quickly fetch a rag and wet it to wipe jungkook’s bloody face even scolding him for looking so messy and after you’ve finished, you take jungkook by the hand and open the door to see jinseoul.

those bright, sparkling eyes.

those round cheeks.

your baby is right there.

“hi mom. hi dad. please don’t be upset at me”

“OH MY GOD” you cry “I’VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH, BABY. no no no, i’m not upset at you. are you okay? how are you feeling? what do you remember? do you know who i am?”

“mom~” jinseoul whines in his hoarse tone “i’m fine. i can’t feel my legs but i’m okay. i don’t remember much. all i remember is writing a letter and then..nothing”

your eyes travel to the faint mark on jinseoul’s cheek and cut on his lip. it’s the same marks from when jungkook…

“i’m so sorry, baby. i wish i could’ve protected you”

“it’s okay, mom. it’s not your fault. you both were right and i was too stubborn to believe it. i should be the one apologizing, not you…did you read my letter? what did you think of it?”

~🫧

Jungkook starts weeping as soon as he sees his son, all well, the colour returned to his face and he’s alive. Jungkook always selfishly thought that nothing was more important to him than you but now he realizes that he just might love your beautiful children a little more than you.

“Oh baby… your mom read your letter but I couldn’t- I really couldn’t… your dad is not strong enough to do that..” jungkook sits right next to jinseoul and pulls him in a hug, light hug because he’s still so weak, jinseoul just came back from the clutches of death, the hug feels so surreal.

“My son.. I-I’m sorry for everything but I love you so much. I might love you more than I love your mom.” Jungkook can’t help but joke, because he feels jinseouls gaze move to the bandage on his neck.

Oh no.

“Oh jinseoul… I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you- I’m so ashamed..” jungkook whispers in his ears, “we love you so much.” He presses a kiss to his son’s head. “You guys are my everything.” Jungkook cries out. Jinseoul hugs his father as tightly as he can.

You’re watching the encounter with tears in your eyes, honestly you’re literally jungkooks backbone because he’d already been dead if you had not been there, he’s so weak when it comes to you and his children.

“I love you so much, son. I’m sorry for how I failed to understand you and how I slapped you…” he’s looking down at the floor- his face still has the mark of his slap.

And Jungkook deserves a good slap.

“Truth is that you’re the best son a dad could ever have and you’re a better son than I ever was..” yeah, because jungkook literally murdered his father.

“Rest up now and get well soon- your siblings are missing you beyond belief.” Jungkook pats his head and then you begin talking to your son.

Jungkook watches it all, relief finally coming to him, but he feels so sleepy and lightheaded.

His son is safe.. he’s got everything in the world.

[lewsedici]

next top wag | oscar piastri x fem! footballer! reader

summary; in the world of formula one where wag culture is a big thing, everyone can agree that oscar piastri is the best one

fc; mallory swanson ( my girllll )

warnings; none (?)

note; uswnt/woso x f1 is my niche anyways plz ignore the dates on the tweets LMAOOAMZLS

masterlist !

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[caption 1; one last date night w this grand prix winner before the olympics 🙁🤍] [caption 2; bonjourrrrr, parisss]

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[caption 1; bonjour?] [caption 2; when bae is basically an olympic medalist already]

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oscarpiastri who says i’m not 🙄

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yourusername: a tough few weeks but it was all worth it to win gold with my girls 🥇

sophsssmith: girl YOUU won us gold 😫

oscarpiastri: she’s so talented right ☺️☺️

trinity_rodman: y/n come get your man 😭

oscarpiastri: yeah i’m her man😁

yourusername: guys i’m trying my best here but he already messages the every mclaren worker abt the gold medal😭

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lavellerose: queen 👑 *liked by yourusername!*

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landonorris: wow super cool y/n

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oscarpiastri: now that is a fact 😁

landonorris: ???????

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oscarpiastri: a few weeks ago, you were in hungary to witness for my first win and now, i’m in paris after witnessing you scoring in the final to win gold, so unbelievably proud of my best girl❤️ i love you, my gold medalist 🥇

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yourusername: OSCAR JACK PIASTRIIIII

yourusername: I LOVE U MY HUNGARIAN GP WINNER😭❤️‍🩹

oscarpiastri: she loves me guys omg

landonorris: i can hear him giggling from here

oscarpiastri: you’re just jealous🥱

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georgerussell63: oscar is in his wag era 💅

yourusername: call him next top wag

oscarpiastri: i think me willingly wearing 2 american flags, a cowboy hat, your jersey, and paining red white and blue lines on my face makes me the best wag🥱🥱

landonorris: begging you y/n please tell me you have a picture 😭

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charles_leclerc: congratulations, y/n!!!

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username: ME AND WHOOOOO💔

username: they are so cute 🙁

lewishamilton: congratulations y/n on gold!🥇

yourusername: thank u lewisss🫶

oscarpiastri: did i mention i was there

alex_albon: yes plenty of times in the groupchat ( btw congrats y/n too! )

maxverstappen1: yeah he threatened crashing into all of us if we didn’t congratulate you yourusername

yourusername: ????? oscarpiastri explain ??

oscarpiastri: no thank you

[lewisvinga]

down bad | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; just lewis being an absolute simp for his wife on the main

fc; stenss on ig

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3

note; requested ! lewis the loml

masterlist !

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username: SIMP LEWIS!

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lewishamilton: happiest of birthdays to my sweetest girl. forever grateful that i get to call the most gorgeous woman on this earth my wife. may this day be filled with many blessings. i love you so much, pretty girl. 🤍

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charles_leclerc: it means ditch the pink for red 😇

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yourusername: advice of the day; marry a man who is down bad for you

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lewishamilton: how can i not be so down bad for you? my own wife?? a living and breathing goddess???

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yourbestfriend: THANK U MR N MRS HAMILTON😭😭🙏🙏🙏🫶

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

hi babe, did u maybe write for aouad? plz??!

may i request dom!suhyeok smut x sub!reader where reader gets jealous abt him and namra and take out for revenge when the red thread scene reader choose woojin to be partner with instead of suhyeok…..then suhyeok out of jealousy and rage fuck reader dumb 🫰🏻

thank youu xixixixi <3

Title: Mine, Not His

Pairing: Dom!Lee Su-hyeok x Sub!Fem!Reader AU: Canon Divergence - During the "Red Thread Game" Word Count: ~8,200 Tone: Darkly passionate, possessive, filthy Warnings: 18+ ONLY, jealousy kink, rough sex, brat taming, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, marking, possessive behavior, dumbification, creampie, mild manipulation, swearing, canon setting altered for spice

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You never meant to actually play the game. It was a joke at first — a distraction in the hellish reality of zombie-infested Hyosan. But the second they said it: red thread of fate, you saw the way Nam-ra’s eyes flicked toward Su-hyeok.

And something inside you burned.

So you did what any normal, mildly feral, emotionally unstable girl with a crush would do — you chose Woo-jin.

He blinked in surprise when you stepped forward and tied your string to his. Everyone was giggling and whispering, but you didn’t care.

Su-hyeok stood stiffly across the room, jaw clenched, hands buried in his pockets like he was keeping himself from ripping someone apart. His eyes met yours for just a second, unreadable.

Good.

Let him stew.

That night, you snuck off to the library to sulk — because, well, maybe this wasn’t such a victory after all. Woo-jin had been nice. Too nice. Not Su-hyeok.

You were halfway through regretting your life choices when the door slammed open.

“Get up.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Su-hyeok.

You stood slowly, eyes wide. "W-What are you—"

He stalked toward you like a predator. "You picked him."

You backed up until your knees hit the table. "It was just a game—"

“Don’t lie.” His hand slammed down beside your head. “You think I don’t see you? The way you look at me? You wanted to make me jealous.”

“I—”

“Congratulations.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on yours. Not soft. Not sweet. Possessive.

His hands dragged you closer, gripping your hips like he was trying to brand you. You whimpered, grabbing at his shirt, and he pulled away just enough to growl:

“Mine. You hear me?”

“Yes—“

“Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He smirked, satisfied. Then he shoved you down on the table.

Clothes flew. Panting breaths. The room filled with heat.

He knelt between your legs like a man starved.

“You wanna tease me?” His fingers dragged up your thighs. “Then I’m not stopping until you cry.”

And he didn’t.

His tongue made you scream. His fingers curled cruelly. By the time he stood and undid his belt, your legs were trembling.

“Color?” he asked, eyes softer for a heartbeat.

“Green,” you gasped. “Please.”

That was all he needed.

He slid inside, slow, deep, unforgiving.

You moaned like something broken.

“Yeah,” he whispered darkly. “That’s right. Cry for me. Not for Woo-jin. Not for anyone else.”

He fucked you like he was erasing every other man from existence. Like the red thread never touched anyone but you and him.

Over and over, he pushed you past the edge. Until you were shaking, whimpering, babbling his name.

“Who do you belong to?” he hissed.

“You! You, Su-hyeok—“

“That’s right. Mine.”

After, he didn’t let you move. Just pulled you into his chest, buried his face in your hair.

“I hate when you look at anyone else.”

“I wasn’t going to—I just… I wanted you to see me.”

He cupped your cheek. “I see you. Always.”

You smiled, cheeks flushed. “Then prove it again.”

He chuckled low. “Brat.”

But he was already getting hard again.

And you were already soaking.

[barcapix]

hihihihi I love your writing style likeee so much (?!) heh. so could I request a story with gavi (I miss your gavi fics) where pablo convinces reader to like go out with the other barca wags, but she’s attached to julia because she’s sick/scared to leave her, but gavi tells her to go and she gets worried and keeps phoning him or something (let’s say she’s worried because gavi can be clueless) and so comes home and they are asleep together? some fluff plz!! 💟

✮ Home Is Where The Heart Is - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x fem!reader

sy: a pure domestic gavi in his attempt to look after his sick daughter whilst forcing you to go out for a night out.

a/n: crying, sobbing i love how you used julia as the example (and another req with julia in it) IT MELTS MY HEARTTT. but omg thank youu

warnings: nooope.

this has been your third consecutive hour in sitting on the exact same position of your sofa.

your daughter, julia, was sick—terribly sick in fact, that she struggled even more so in detaching herself from you. her tiny arms clung to your waist, her head buried in your lap.

she was warm—too warm—and her temperature was only intensifying by the second; every two minutes, she emitted the faintest whimper as she shifted uncomfortably.

pablo stood infront of you, arms crossed. “mi amor, just go with them.”

he nodded towards your phone, which was incessantly lighting up with messages from your friends—as it had been all night.

“pablo, no,” you shook your head repulsively, soothing gossamer circles on her back. “she’s far too sick. i can’t leave her.”

“she’s fine cariño,” he insisted. “it’s only a little fever, it’s nothing she can handle. besides, i can take care of her.”

you shot him a skeptical look. “you?”

he scoffs, plodding down next to you. “yes. me. what, you don’t think i can handle my own daughter?”

“it’s not that,” you say, even though, truthfully it kind of was. it wasn’t that gavi didn’t love her—he adored her, and would do anything for the price of her happiness.

but.. he was also gavi. he forgets things. he gets easily distracted; he panics so easily.

and most importantly, julia needed you.

as if proving your point, she coughed weakly, snuggling closer to you. you kissed her forehead, frowning at the heat radiating from her skin.

pablo softened at the sound, reaching out to rake his fingers through her curls. “mi neña..”

julia dreamily blinked up at him, then whined. “mamá, no te vayas.” (mamá no don’t go)

your heart clenched, and you look up at your husband with a look that screamed see?

though you knew it was futile, because he’d always been too stubborn to listen—like a relentless drunk driver that was scolding you for obeying the speed limit on a road.

with a lenient tug, he tried to pry her away from you with an unusual patience. he was consistent but calm and although she clung to you awhile, she eventually caved in.

you frowned. “don’t force her—”

“shh,” he hushed you. “i’ve got her.”

you watched warily, still unsure, as he rocked her from side to side in his own brawny arms. julia was dozing off again, as he was lispering little words of comfort to her.

“mi pobre bebe,” he cooed. “te duele, mi amor?”

she sniffled, blinking sleepily. “sí…”

“lo sé princesa,” he hummed, lightly kissing her clammy forehead. “but papás got you, hm?”

julia let out a soft sigh, burying her head into his chest in a crave to fall asleep again.

pablo laughed almost wickedly, gunning you a cocky i told you so grin. “see? i think she loves me more if anything.”

you stood up, rolling your eyes.

although on a serious note, concern still gnawed at you. “she’s exhausted pablo, she hasn’t eaten anything all day.”

“your just trying to distract me from being the favourite parent,” gavi wiggled his brows.

“hey! i’m serious,” you deadpan, as your phone rapidly flashes on the sofa. it buzzes of messages from the other wags; their pleads for you to join them inevitable.

with his free hand, gavi placed a reassuring touch onto your shoulder, promoting you to look at him.“cariño.. just go out for a little bit. you deserve some time for yourself.”

you bit your lip, picking up your phone.

mikkey: c’mon babe, we never see youuu

taia: if i don’t see you leave your front door, i’ll personally escort you out (eu vou arrastar você para fora).

anna: seriously !! take a break y/n. we promise pablo won’t kill her.

katrine: or himself.

abigail: pls con amigosss. </3

as if pablo could sense your internal conflict: “i promise ill take care of her. this is what you signed up for when we had a child.”

you disbelievingly laughed, looking back at julia snug in your husbands arms. she looked so at peace, so fragile and delicate that your heart splintered at her vulnerability.

“look,” gavi urged, holding onto your hand. “i’ll give her all the medicine she needs, i’ll make sure she eats and i won’t let her out of my sight.”

being the hypervigilant mother you are, even often being scolded for the paranoia, began listing the things she needed on your fingers.

“first of all, she needs her amoxicillin. it’s in the cabinet in the top right. but be careful because she will only take it if it’s mixed with raspberry yoghurt—which is also in the fridge,” you saw gavi shoot his eyes wide.

“then, it’s important to know she needs her fluids. don’t focus too much on any solid foods, because she’s not advised to eat that. it’s more about the runny foods that helps soothe her throat,” again—you were rambling, probably for the worst. “and then for bed, she needs to go earlier. do you know when?”

ohh boy, no he doesn’t not know.

but he’s too afraid that if he says no, you’ll snap.

pablo staid solid, glued in place, leisurely rocking julia in his arms as if that will distract you from his blank expression.

your tone was flat. “no, of course you don’t.”

“is it 8pm?”

“nope, it’s 7pm.”

“ah,” he smacked his lips together. “i was close.”

even now, he thought it’s was some funny joke. you drew at a loose hem of your shrug jacket, trying to defuse any spilt out anger.

through a breath of cool air, you said, “will you remember all of that?”

well, that’s where it gets tricky. yes it’s stuck in his head now, maybe from fear that if it’s not, you’ll strike him with a baby doll—but even he knows there’s a more than likely chance he’ll forget.

you shot him a deep sigh, rummaging around under the coffee table to find a much too-long strip of paper hidden beneath old relics.

the pen moves like lightning across the paper, repeating all what you had just explained. “i knew i’d have to do this.”

once you finish, you underline each important phrase with two lines. “okay. here.”

TEN MINUTES LATER… you find yourself reluctantly climbing inside the car. you casted one last glance back at the window, where the soft, warm light still glew from the lounge.

part of you hopes pablo will text you in the next ten minutes, saying julia wants you back.

but he doesn’t.

those five hours might of just been brutal.

the bar is too hot. the drinks are too sweet.

the music is thunderously deafening, yet somehow it can’t drown out the consuming ache gathering in your chest.

everyone is around you laughing. mikkey and katrine are taking shots with linked arms—half wasted in a mirage on the floor.

taia had offered you out onto the floor, anna has attempted to coax you along but it doesn’t work.

abigail is halfway through telling a story when she abruptly squinted at you. “where’s your head at tonight?” she shouted over the bassline. “you’re normally the first up there!”

“i think i’m gonna go. i’m not feeling too well.”

anna protested first, tugging at the bracelet on your wrist. “we only just got another round! is it that homesickness again?”

you somewhat nod and shake your head at the same time. “i know, i’m sorry. it kind of is.. julia was burning up before i left. i’m worried sick.”

“pablo has her,” mikkey said gently. “she’s gonna be okay. i know we all say it but, he isn’t a monster.”

no, but he is clueless.

“debatable,” the music faded out your words. “i think it is just best that i go. she needs me, and pablo.. he’s probably stressing out right now.”

they all laughed in agreement, exchanging hugs and polite goodbyes as they agreed to bodyguard you to the back door.

BACK HOME… there’s nothing louder than your own shallow breathing when you step foot back inside.

your heart swirled and spun against your ribs, seeking for them around the house—until you find them curled up on the middle of the sofa, eyes shut.

you’d never taken such a relieved breath.

pablo has one arm under her back, the other one on her knee like he’s keeping her safe. julia has her stumpy, small arms over his ear, and other lost in his hair.

you can’t blame her, you like that position too.

“pablo.. you awake?” your hand soothes up over his bicep, running along his veins.

his eyes flickered like he wasn’t actually asleep, just ‘closing [his] eyes’. there’s faint pillow scratches over his cheek as he craned his head upward.

“si.”

his voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t used it in a while, just rested in the silence with her. pablo blinked up at you, dazed but smiling.

he glanced back down at julia, brushing his thumb lightly over her flushed cheek.

“she kept asking for you,” he uttered, “but she let me be her backup.. for tonight.”

gavi’s eyes met yours, a inane, sarcastic comment that you knew was going to follow. “i think i passed the test.”

your husband softly pats the cushion just between his legs, outstretching his arm. “c’mere.”

you took refuge beside both of them, splaying your fingers between your daughters unruly locks.

her mouth was wide open, gasping out small stutters and snores every-time a loose thread of hair of hers falls. she’s very much asleep.

“how was she tonight?”

“as pure as gold,” he smiled reverently. “she probably gets that from you.”

“she has your insanely untameable hair though,” you replied, grinning. “give her credit when it’s due.”

your lips met her temple first, then one to his cheek. “you did good,” as you leant your head on his shoulder. “you actually listened for.. once.”

“well, you did give me a whole scroll cariño,” he mused, licking at his lips. “i had no choice but to.”

your laugh is the kind that shakes your shoulders, but still doesn’t disturb julia in the slightest.

pablo’s spare arm tucked underneath your own, curling around your waist and held you close.

“don’t stay out too late next time,” he said after a interlude. “i’ve missed you.”

your eyes fluttered shut with a quiet contentment. “i’m gonna pretend like you didn’t force me out tonight,” you snorted. “but i’ve missed you too. ive missed both of you.”

home wasn’t always just four walls. sometimes it can just be two people.

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[jiraileafy]

Some graphics ive made over the past few days!! ^^

mr hand art creds: @cupholder_silly on pinterest

plz reblog if you like these thank youu!!!

CRED IF USED ANYWHERE!!!!!

[gunilslaugh]

Hii I know you've already done a period hc but could you do a specific one with gaon plz. Reader is going through PMDD and feels really depressed, anxious and develops low self esteem. Lots and lots of comfort please and tight reassuring cuddles from gaon (I'm going through it so badly rn if that wasn't obvious 😭😭😭). Thank youu

So sorry to hear that you're going through it 😭 I hope that this helps 💕

Kwak Jiseok Summary: Jiseok taking care of you while you experience PDMM (idol/non-idol au) WC:543 Warning: Mentions and talk of PDMM (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder)

photo not mine credits to owner.

Today was a day that it seemed like it was impossible to get out of bed. You felt horrible. More than horrible. Your nerves were too anxious to let you rest, but the depression that weighed heavy in your chest made you want to do nothing. Not to mention your plummeting self-esteem was becoming more and more nails in your coffin, that your bed was turning into. 

Meanwhile Jiseok was anxiously on his way over to your place since you haven't responded to him since last night. He was coming prepared though. He had noticed the shift in your behavior starting a couple days ago and checked when your last period was. Seeing that the timing worked out he knew you must have been struggling PDMM. He had an extra hoodie of his hanging from one of his arms and the other had a bag of your favorite snacks and a plushie.

Once he arrived at your apartment he typed in the code for your door and let himself inside. 

“Baby!” He called lovingly as he scanned the apartment for you. His feet landed in front of your bedroom door. He knocked twice before entering, finding you lying in bed looking miserable. “My poor baby,” he frowned as he walked over to you. He took a seat on your bed, setting the bag down and taking his hoodie in his hands. “Come here.” He first pulled you into a comforting hug. One of his hands rubs your back, while the other runs through your hair. 

After just holding for a while he pulls away, so that he can give you his hoodie, “Here, I brought this for you. I know it’s one of your favorites.” He smiled at you. 

“Thank you.” You almost wanted to cry. Wondering what you did to deserve such a loving and caring boyfriend. He helped you into his hoodie then proceeded to reach into the bag he brought and pulled out the plushie. 

“And I got you this cute little guy too.” He fiddled with the arms of the plushie before handing it over to you.

“You’re too good for me,” you told him, looking at the plushie, but making no effort to take it.

“No I’m not,” he insisted, shoving the plushie into your arms. Then pulled you into his, positioning you to lie on his chest. He firmly wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “And if you’re hungry later I brought your favorite snacks,” he tells you. You nod against his chest, murmuring out another thank you. 

“I just want to rest right now.” In Jiseok’s embrace you could finally feel your nerves settling and your chest didn’t feel as heavy. 

“Rest as much as you’ll like. I’ll be right here.” He squeezed you even tighter.

He starts to hum a gentle melody, keeping his hold firm around you even after you drift off to sleep. He stares at your sleeping face. A smile pulling at his lips at the peaceful look on your face. He was glad that he was able to provide you with comfort during your hard days and wanted nothing more than to spend everyday with you. Whether they be hard or happy.

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[brights-place]

I loved so much the headcanon of synth comforting his s/o couple ( as someone who has panic attacks ) , and I was wondering if you can make a version but with Trollex plz , thanks for reading and take care 💖

Synth Comforting his S/O

Pairings: Synth X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, Synth being an cutie

A/N: I just imagined Synth comforting his partner and its so RAHHHHHH small headcannons not alot due to being abit sleeped deprived (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

- Synth comforting youu - Cuddling synth is normal and would hold you close… he’s so energetic - Makes sure to bring you things when your having a panic attack - When you talk about your problems he just nods and smiles lovingly at you <33 - Synth hates seeing you so down in the dumps like this. - Synth wasn’t the most emotionally aware troll so he finds it hard to understand your emotions sometimes

- It takes him awhile but he gets there just for you and just to see you smile again cause if your not smiling he wouldn’t know what to do. - Synth makes sure to always ask for consent and communication. He listens to your boundaries and never crosses them.

- He doesn't try to rush through anything and is patient with you and smiling softly at you as he helps you open up slowly

- Tell me what you really like and he will take his time he never starts an fight at all and would take it step by step but when your close to fighting he'll walk over slowly and whispering affirming words to make you calm down which works. - He kisses your cheeks and peppers your face with affection - He spends the rest of the night checking up on you and making sure you’re alright. - He just can’t stand watching you struggle or just be sad. you both cuddle on the couch with your head on his chest

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[loquarocoeur]

omg hiiiii

first off, i LOVE your work. i’ve read all of your fics and i reread them CONSTANTLY, you’re lowkey my comfort author. plz never stop being you, everything you write is so mind bogglingly incredible

but anywhooo, i’ve been rereading Yoursverse and i’ve had this idea circulating my head that I must share with you

do you think Charles had a moment where he realized how much control he had over Max? like, not just when Max doesn’t touch himself for that week in Yours, or when he remembers that Max doesn’t masturbate in Pushing Buttons. somewhere in between there when Max says something about not wanting to touch what isn’t his and Charles having a breakdown because oh he really want kidding

because bffr Max always new Charles was it for him and from that first day that Charles owned him but how do you think Charles put that together?

sorry to ramble in your inbox i’m such a big fan. can’t wait to see what they’re up to next!!

~🌻🤍

Ahh thank youu❤️❤️ And yes, absolutely he does have a moment, and I should really put it into a fic probably 😅

[cloudedcreams]

Plz plz do a part two or just a Drabble of the sugarbaby story I loved it thank youu

ofc!! tysm, i’ll try start on it soon x

[zombiecowboy65]

(First off I liveee for ur posts) OKAY I have a dumb question but that one ICONIC scene in TGR when Jeremy is like “maybe Laila isn’t as good with her tongue”….I don’t fully get it? MY DUMBASS is he saying that Cat has no reason to leave marks coz Laila isn’t as skilled in bed???? Plz spell it out for me thank youu

First, thank you so much <333

Second, yeah pretty much. But also like , to go a step further, he said he didn’t notice faser’s grip being that tight bc he was focused on faser’s reaction. Which kinda plays into the whole he uses sex as a way to cope/way to be useful/way to self harm thing. But also I think he was trying to get Jean off his ass lol. If that makes sense?

[chimeofthecomet]

Can we have Race with adventure for the request plz🥺

gotta post this before i go to sleep !! thank youu anon for the ask and apologies that it took so long to get to it fhdhsj but here we are,, tried to think of a pre-canon racetrack moment i hope this is alright for characterisation and stuff 🫶