#this is a little long but thats how it is

[bunnieswithknives]

The animatic is done!! 💕

[norrisainz33]

indy || po5

summary: after working a fellowship with mclaren f1 team, you get offered your dream job but the only catch is…. they’re actually sending you to indiana

pairing: pato o'ward x nonfamous!!reader

fc & warnings: becky g kinda and poorly translated spanish and very minor bad language

requested: yes!! omg my first pato fic and request! wahoooo!!!

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ynuser: AMIGAS!!!! i landed my dream job!!! say hello to arrow mclaren's newest full time photographer!! but please be for real with me rn how many aura points am i losing by moving to indiana………

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friend1: ay dios mío. indianapolis??? wHY

ynuser: no ik BUT why NOT!?

yourbff: i’m so proud of you hermosa chica

ynuser: gracias mi amor

friend2: ngl homie …. a decent amount of aura points

ynuser: ok…. and if i said i actually applied to work in the uk with the mclaren f1 team but they said actually we wanna send you to indycar instead then would i gain any back?

friend2: now hold on you should’ve lead with that

yoursibling: nooooooo you’re leaving me to go to INDIANA?!

ynuser: visit me loser

yoursibling: no!

friend3: too busy looking at how hot you are to even react to the caption

ynuser: 😘😘😘😘😘

friend4: congrats bb girl

ynuser: gracias 🤍

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ynuser: shes beauty, shes grace, shes me trying to figure out what an overcut is (send help) 😌😌 had the best weekend in st pete! thanks for having me florida xx

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friend1: the way i have followed all indycar and arrow mclaren socials despite not even know what an indy car is just to see all the amazing pics mi amiga takes

ynuser: fan behavior! jk love you bebe

arrowmclaren: welcome to the team y/n!

ynuser: thank you arrowmclaren! couldn't be happier to be here

patriciooward: i'll teach you! solo di cuándo [just say when]

ynuser: 🤯 say less

yoursibling: oh so you'll invite me to indiana but not florida? fake

ynuser: ungrateful for the invite to my new home so no fun trips for youuuuuuu

yourbff: ok hermosa, lo que digas! [ok gorgeous, whatever you say]

ynuser: 😘😘

nolansiegel: great to meet you this weekend y/n! thanks for the sick pics

ynuser: likewise nolan!! ofc its literally my job

user1: so you're the photographer who took those perfect pics for me and my friends!! thank you for being so kind and for indulging us 🤍

ynuser: omg of course!! you guys had the cutest outfits there was no way i wasn't going to photograph xx

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friend2: now hold up..... who dis?

ynusr: heheheheh a driver for mclaren

friend2: he can drive right into me fr

ynuser: ASFGNKF jajajajaja

yourbff: oh you weren't kidding he handsome handsome

ynuser: painfully so.... and he's so nice?? and funny?? and speaks spanish??? and laughed at all my jokes???? and said i looked pretty????? and explained all of indycar to me????

yourbff: nah im OUT

ynuser: he was like lowkey flirting and im freaking out

yourbff: DETAILS NOW

ynuser: well we went out for drinks after our media day here in long beach so he could give me a rundown of indycar right? and like it started professional but after a drink or two he put his hand on the back of my chair, leaned in way closer than necessary and started asking me all these questions about myself instead. like?? sir?? and the whole time his thumb was just casually rubbing little circles on my back like it was nothing??? i was trying to remember the different tire types and he’s over casually giving me bedroom eyes like its nothing. and MAYBE IT IS IDK!!!!

yourbff: i'm speechless. no one casually acts like that w out something behind it no no

ynuser: thats what im saying

yourbff: have you talked since?

ynuser: yes he texted me and said AND I QUOTE: "i really enjoyed getting to know you. lets do this again."

yourbff: i was JUST wearing my pants. no idea where they have gone.

yourbff: he wants you. only explanation.

ynuser: girl pls 😭😭😭😭😭😭

yoursibling: now you're posting a MAN ?! ay dios mío

ynuser: you will never let me live

friend3: your ability to make friend with everyone is incredible. i am so jealous of you

ynuser: omg stoppp

friend4: blah blah blah proper name back story

ynuser: you get it

friend5: i thought we were team penske in this house

ynuser: idk who house your in but it ain't mine!

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user2: WHO THIS I INOW THAY AINT MY GIRL ELBA

frosenqvist: this who i think it is?

patriciooward: the chica i was talking about? yes 😏

frosenqvist: ohhhhh making moves huh?

patriciooward: if you mean getting her her favorite coffee and making her giggle then yes

frosenqvist: perfect

user4: PATITOT WHI IS THIS

davidmalukas: oh !

patriciooward: 😊

user5: ok so i’m gonna go camp at this coffee shop now

ynuser: omg not the candid what is this……. ugh at least i look good here

patriciooward: you look good everywhere

ynuser: omg 🥹 gracias pato

patriciooward: de nada y/n/n

user9: pato please don’t do this to me. i thought we had something special

nolansiegel: elba looks different here

patriciooward: hehe you know it’s not elba

nolansiegel: so things are going well with your girl then?

patriciooward: yes they are 😉

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friend1: you look incredible

ynuser: thank you my love ❤️‍🔥

friend2: CAN HE FIGHT BC I WANT YOU

ynuser: honestly i don’t think he can but he won’t have to bc i’m all yours mi amiga

nolansiegel: omg bestie im a private story bestie i could cry

ynuser: you do realize you’re my favorite person in all of indiana right?

nolansiegel: omg this literally made my day i dont think you understand

nolansiegel: now tell me…… is this outfit for a certain teammate of mine 🤨

ynuser: 😔 maybe

nolansiegel: well between you and me that teammate can’t stop talking about how excited he is

ynuser: 😭😭😭😭😭

yourbff: YES YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES

ynuser: yayyyyy gracias!!

patriciooward: damn what other man is taking you out today

ynuser: haha ……. you weren’t supposed to see this i’m gonna die of embarrassment

patriciooward: oh so there is another man?! WHO?! nolan?! david m? JASON FROM FINANCE?!

ynuser: pato please 😭 the only person i’m going on a date with today is you

patricioooward: well in that case your outfit is perfect 😍😫 can’t believe you think i’m the hottest man you’ve ever seen

ynuser: i’m so embarrassed 😔😭 (but you are i can’t lie)

patriciooward: good thing i can’t lie either because i do think you’re the hottest woman i’ve ever seen

ynuser: ay dios mío stopppppp 😭😭😭

friend4: beautiful gorgeous perfect

ynuser: 🤍🤍🤍🤍

yoursibling: you look HOT however i find it horrifying that you’re letting a man take you out

ynuser: it is alarming ik but hes not just any man my dear

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ynuser: life is truly crazy because one minute you're crying about moving to a new town and the next you're working your dream job and taking pictures of your situationship going over 200 mph like its no big deal

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friend3: did i miss a chapter here 🤨

ynuser: i’ll call you 😌

davidmalukas: wait im in these pics can i be your situationship too?

ynuser: i mean…..

patriciooward: watch it both of you

friend2: tea tea tea

ynuser: 🤯

patriciooward: oh who that in the number 5 car?

ynuser: mmm just some guy idk

patriciooward: sabes que soy mucho más que un chico cualquiera. [you know i'm much more than just some guy]

user3: love your photos!!

ynuser: 🥹🥹 thank you

yourbff: oh so we’ve upgraded to situationship now?

ynuser: maybe 🫨

patriciooward: she’s playing hard to get 🙄 i thought she was my girlfriend

ynuser: i’m calling hr

yourbff: let’s not fight children

user2: i wish indycar had gossip pages like f1 bc this interaction would be doing insane numbers

yoursibling: wait why you kinda famous who are all these ppl

ynuser: i’m gonna blow up and act like i don’t know you

yoursibling: i believe it

arrowmclaren: we’re so glad you moved to the new city

ynuser: me too 🧡

user5: waitttt you are living the actual dream

ynuser: i am incredibly lucky 🧡

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patriciooward: we gave it everything out there for a beautiful p1! gracias por todo y gracias a mi novia por dejarme publicarla. dejó de hacerse la difícil 😉 [thank you for everything and thank you to my girlfriend for letting me post her. she stopped playing hard to get!]

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user1: felicitaciones!

yourbff: you can tell which pics she took and which one someone else took 😭

patriciooward: the professional was a bit busy in that second shot 😉

ynuser: orgullosa de ti 🧡 [proud of you]

patriciooward: gracias mi amor

lando: congrats on a strong weekend mate!

patriciooward: thanks champ!

user2: naurrrrrrrrrr you have a girlfriend?! congrats ig

frosenqvist: got the girl and the win! let’s go!

patriciooward: yes sir 😉

elbaoward: obsessed with everything about this 🤍

patriciooward: me too 😍

arrowmclaren: that’s our driver!!! [liked by patriciooward]

user4: wahooo patoooooooo

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ynuser: dream job lead me to my dream man who woulda thought! patitio te amo mucho 🧡

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yourbff: que románticaaaaaaaa 😍 [how romantic]

ynuser: si si mami

user2: violently sobbing. i wish my job led me to pato oward [liked by ynuser]

nolansiegel: woohooo!! best hard launch ever

ynuser: thanks for the constant hype noly

patriciooward: why didnt i get the same nice comment from you nolan?

ynuser: bc he likes me more :)

nolansiegel: that is true unfortunately! pato who?

patriciooward: W O W

patriciooward: yo tambien te amo bebe [i love you too baby]

ynuser: siempre y para siempre [always and forever]

yoursibling: we've lost a real one chat

ynuser: or gained one depending on how you look at it

frined3: YYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS [liked by ynuser]

friend4: i wanna be you when i grow up please

ynuser: and you can be easy peasy

user5: imma need you to post a story time about how you broke into motorsports and became a wag at the same time bc you are the blueprint [liked by ynuser]

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a/n: thanks for reading! likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[lilliezzzzz-fics]

Cupid's Chokehold !

pairing: oscar piastri x male!rockstar!reader author's note: this idea has been in my mind 4 so long lol, reader is british in this. also! first smau so it might be shit lol. songs + artists in order: garbage truck by sex bob-omb, as seen on tv by my buddy eric, the love i lost by fried by fluoride, just by radiohead, boys dont cry by the cure, so long by james marriott + cupid's chokehold / breakfast in america by gym class heroes warnings: use of y/n, callbacks/mentions to a break up, talks about toxic relationships (briefly), mentions of drinking and alcohol, homophobic comments, thats it i think word count: 2.1k (including social media parts)

ynmusic streetlite officially out, performing in local pubs soon

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user481 LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

user481 wait WHAT THE FUCK SIR DID U GO THROUGH A BREAKUP??? WHY THE HELL IS TS SAD

↳ user044 STOP REAL like this is SOO a break up album 💔

↳ user228 ur joking im not ready to sob hello

↳ user044 damn uh how do we break this to you?

↳ user228 DONT SAY THAT

A beat-down, smoke-ridden pub wasn’t the place that Oscar expected to find himself in when Lando had invited him out to Britain. And yet, here he was—slouched at the end of a sticky bar counter, his head in his hands and muttering something about better tastes and being rich.

The lighting was uncomfortably weak, a broken neon sign buzzed in the corner of his eye, barely illuminating the peeling wallpaper surrounding him.

He glanced over to Lando, who in his opinion, looked far too comfortable—like the pub was a second home—his laugh already reeking of cheap booze.

“Mate,” Oscar sighed, shoulders sagging, “you’re actually serious about this place being good?”

At the sound of his friend's voice, Lando turned to face him, a crooked smile playing on his face. With a tilted head, and a grin like no other—he slung his arm around Oscars shoulder, pulling him into a one-armed (and one-sided) hug.

“It’s absolutely brilliant,” he drawled, already a little gone, “you’ve gotta see the performance—they’ve got a new guy singing tonight.”

Lando’s pitch wasn’t that convincing, what with his hiccuping, swaying state. Still, he stayed, muttering a dejected “alright”.

After a few moments, though, the lights in the bar dimmed, and other lights from an open area with a stage turned on. Red lights bled across the walls—glaringly bright at first—before dimming low enough for Oscar to make sense of the stage.

You stepped out in front of a small, still forming crowd, wearing a leather jacket perfectly fitted—tattoos crawling up your neck and twisting down your wrist—you looked every bit the rockstar.

The mic squealed as you leaned in, tapping it once with your finger.

“My name is Y/N,” you began—your voice rugged in just the right way, “and I’ll be performing my new album, Streetlite, for you all.”

Oscar spent the next fifteen or so minutes fully tuning out Lando’s slurred speech—eyes trained on you and only hearing the music that you played. A gritty, grunge-leaning setlist pulsed through the pub. He hated to say it, but Lando was right in making him stay.

He couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment washing over him as you took a bow, exiting off the stage, but begrudgingly he turned to look for Lando.

It seemed like his friend hadn’t paid the performance any attention—too focused on chatting to (or up, he wasn’t sure) the bartender serving him.

Oscar was too busy daydreaming to notice the sound of footsteps behind him, as well as the creak of a barstool when a man sat beside him.

“A Guinness, please.”  The man spoke, a familiar gravelly sound—one that Oscar recognized. He blinked, head twitching toward the sound.

There you were. Up close. The singer.

He whipped his head back around as quickly as he could muster, a dull feeling of dizziness following suit, then a warmth. Heat blooming at the tips of his ears—embarrassment, probably.

His brain felt like it was sizzling, and it had no reason to be. He wanted to limp away like a wounded animal in fear—because the man beside him scared him more than he should.

He’s just a man, Oscar told himself. You’re just a man too.

But when he turned to face you, cheeks flushed and heartbeat loud in his ears, that thought didn’t help much at all.

“You’re starin’ mate.” You spoke. Accent latching onto your words, and your eyes lingering elsewhere.

And when you spoke, oh Oscar would swear his heartbeat thrummed through every bone in his body. Fumbling, stuttering over his words—he apologised. Incoherent, awkward—an apology nonetheless.

“Sorry,” he croaks, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

You laugh. Rough. But it carries a warmth that Oscar keeps in his chest. 

“There’s no need, was jus’ pointing it out,” You smiled, finger tracing the rim of your glass, “name’s Y/N—not sure if you were listening but it was me performing up there.”

“I was.” Oscar affirms far too quickly—which he only realises half-way through, “ah, uhm—you could call me Oscar.”

You repeat his name, softly—letting it play on your tongue as you speak it, “Oscar. Fits you.”

A silence stretches between the two of you as Oscar scrambles for something to say. His thoughts are a mess, so he settles for a half-hearted smile, cheeks tinged pink.

Then his phone buzzes.

Fishing it out of his pocket, he squints at the screen—Lando.

Sorry m8 i left w/o u LMSO. ill pay for ur uber tho, followed by a notification: money sent.

Oscar sighs, brows knitting together. He should’ve expected it—but that doesn’t stop the pang of irritation. Of course Lando had wandered off. Drunk bastard.

He shrinks into himself a little, already dreading the awkward solo trip back to the hotel. Damn it, Lando.

“You alright?” Your voice cuts through the moment, steady and low. You lean on your palm, eyes watching him with a curious kind of calm.

He turns to you, albeit a bit irritated, “My mate just left me. He’s my guide so it’s a bit—I dunno. Shit?”

Once again he lets out an annoyed groan, dragging his hands across his face then letting it drop into his palms.

“How ‘bout I buy you a consolation drink?”  You offered, this time your tone is a little softer. Then, adding on, “Besides, I wanted to buy you one anyway—if you want one, of course.”

In any normal circumstance Oscar would know better than to accept. However, a drink does sound good. So, against his better will, he accepts.

“Sure, yeah. A drink sounds good.” He nods, and you smile.

Conversation after that flows smoothly. Short sentences exchanged about your jobs, personal experiences, about everything that came to mind. You talk about how you juggle your day jobs with your pub gigs, and Oscar furrows his brow, bringing up your songs.

“So,” he starts, eyes flickering to his glass with a slight uncertainty, “Your album—it’s kind of all over the place. Like, at first I thought it was a love album but then… it turned kind of sad.”

You don’t answer right away and Oscar internally panics. He probably shouldn’t have asked—maybe the drinks were making him just a little too loose. Should he apologise?

“Well, initially it was a love album. Somewhat, anyway,” you paused, twirling your glass, “then me and him hit a rocky spot. Realised he was kind of a shit person—and I left. It kinda fucked me though. Coped a lot through my music, and I scrapped tons of songs.”

Silence settles between you, and the ambient pub noise suddenly feels too loud—cutlery clinking, laughter echoing from across the room. Oscar watches you, quiet. Patient.

There’s something unreadable in your eyes—appreciation, maybe. Or maybe it’s just the liquor. But you give him a small smile and keep going.

“So, it’s a relationship—the album, I mean. Going through a, toxic relationship for a lack of a better word.”

He hums, nodding slowly.

“It’s good.” He speaks, treading every word carefully, “you showed it well.”

You smile in return, stealing a glance towards a watch sitting on your wrist—then looking back up at him.

“It’s getting late. I’ll head out—but uhm,” quickly, you fumble a piece of paper out of your pocket, lending a pen from the bartender, writing something down.

“Here. I’ll talk to you another time. Have a good night.”

You give Oscar a wave, and a bell chimes as you leave the pub—with Oscar looking at the paper.

Your number. As well as a message: ‘text me later <3’

♬ Y/N ∙ Garbage Truck

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user481 my worlds colliding… oscar posted to Y/N’s song 

↳ user091 idk who the artist is but this music is lwky fire 🔥

user119 P1 HELL YES

user001 LETS FUCKING GOOO

user671 so he listens to gay artists now??? and i fucking liked him too

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user782 mega job mate!

user059 THIS IS WHY UR THE GOAT!!!

ynmusic m8 i think i recognise this guy

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The engines were loud, and so was the chatter amongst people in the McLaren garage—strategies floating around and bouncing between engineers—and honestly you felt like a black sheep in a herd. You grab a headset out of the hands of an engineer with a grateful smile, and quickly put it on—and the noise grows silent.

Of course, it’s not completely quiet—that’s nearly, if not completely, impossible with so much happening. Especially in a sport like this one, or at least you assumed so.  But now, at least, it’s filtered. Contained behind the layers of comms, buzzing static, and urgent voices murmuring to each other.

A clearer voice cuts through the static and interferes the team radio, interrupting your thoughts.

“Box this lap.” He speaks. You weren't sure of his name, but you knew that he was Oscar's engineer.

“Copy.”  This time it was Oscar's voice, calm, focused—incredibly different from how he was in the pub with flushed cheeks and a boyish smile.

It was like a stranger wearing his voice when he spoke, even if it was only one word. Tone clipped, precise, and unfamiliar to you. No longer the man who was fumbling with his words, but instead the trained athlete he is.

You watch the screen, a flash of orange (or papaya, as the internet, or the team itself insisted) flying past and pulling into the pits. Slowing down as it approaches you, he stays for merely a second before he once again pulls away to the track.

If you were being honest, you really had no clue on how it worked. Sure, a few things made sense, and you knew it was racing, but you had no idea of what it were beyond the surface. But when the McLaren car passed the red Ferrari one, and a few scattered cheers erupted, you couldn’t help but smile.

The rest of the race was smooth—the car you knew to look for keeping its place in first, no need for overtaking nor intense defending. Before you knew it, it passed the finish line and the entire garage erupted in loud, echoing celebrations.

Your heart beats in your chest. Hard, heavy—for no reason at all—or a reason you’re too afraid to admit. Heading out of the garage, and towards the car, you catch a glimpse of the man himself in between the engineers.

Hair and face drenched in sweat as he takes off his balaclava, he has a smile so sweet on his face as he jumps into the the gathering of McLaren staff. Face flushed as he steps back from the crowd—and for once second, just one second, he smiles at you. 

The next moment you see him he’s on top of the podium accepting a trophy that’s well deserved. Goofy music playing in the background, the other drivers grab the champagne bottles and spray each other—you can’t help but laugh at the sight. 

Interviews take place after the champagne spray, and then, finally, you see him walk towards you. Your heart skips a beat—maybe two—and when you’re face to face you can only give him a smirk.

“So much for, I drive cars, huh?” You tease, a warmth bubbling beneath the smirk on your face.

Oscar laughs a bit sheepishly, a hand reaching up to the back of his neck, “I mean, it’s not a lie,” he gives you a tilt of his head, “but maybe ‘I drive cars fast’ works better?”

You raise a brow, “Bit of an understatement, eh?”

He smiles again—more boyish, rather than bravado—and for a moment, for just a second, he looks like the boy from the pub again, with flushed cheeks and filled with something unsaid.

And god, the urge to kiss him bubbles up in your chest like a kettle ready to boil over. You let out a heavy exhale, smiling so brightly that you have nothing to say.

But he does.

“I have a question,” he asks—suddenly more serious, and you hum, his voice barely audible over the celebrations in the background, “go on a date with me? Not a shitty pub this time. Something proper.”

There’s a pause—a brief silence, the butterflies in your stomach and fuzz in your head overpowering your ability to mutter an answer.

You let out a breath—half laugh and half exhale—and nod.

“Yeah,” you stammer, giving him a stupid grin, “I’d like that.”

♬ Y/N ∙ Cupid’s Chokehold

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ynmusic cupid’s chokehold out now. dedicated to the love of my life.

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[axolotl4days]

Yandere! Royal family × Neglected Reader

The Reborn Royal Part 1

Summary: This is one of those storys where y/n is born to royal family but the family treats them horribly and they become reborn and try to change their fate. Except, this y/n has been through the loop many. Many times, always meeting their doom, until one loop it suddenly changes

Tw: violence, abuse, yandere behavior(all platonic), descriptions of death, mentions of suicide and self harm.

Another day of torment has gone bye, as usual.

This time y/n had "embaressed" the family at a royal ball ruining their older siblings proposals. And being punished heavily for it.

Beaten and bruised y/n retreated to the library, one of the only places you know is safe from the torment on account of how large it is. Always finding books that have been hidden away covered in dust for who knows how long.

The library was always so quiet, you always liked that about it, you weren't yelled at here, weren't beaten here due to the importance of the library.

So you were free to explore and read to your hearts content, thats when you found it.

A book unlike anything you've ever seen before, a book with no cover, and seemingly having empty pages until you reach the middle of the book and see it written.

"Ask for it and it shall be yours. But be careful what you wish for"

You wonder what this means, you've seen magic before, even learned it in some previous lives, but you've never known magic, let alone any books that could grant wishes. Still, after so many lifetimes of pain and suffering, you think about what to wish for that could save you from this.

"I... I wish for my life to change, to have a loving, caring family, to go throughout my days not needing to fear pain just for existing" y/n starts to sob, wishful thinking they think to themselves, that is until the text on the book starts to move around and change.

"Your wish has been granted. The next time you wake up your life will be changed forever" the text then fades from the book as if it was never there in the first place. Y/n puts the book back where they found it and filled with hope that they hadn't had in a long time, they head off to bed hoping that the book worked and that finally things will change for the better.

....

.......

It does not.

Nothing seems to have changed. Everything is the same as it was. It's been a few weeks since you've made your wish, and unfortunately the torment hasn't let up, not even a little bit. Your Mother and Father, the Queen and King respectively continue to ignore your existence completely, ashamed to have birthed a useless child like you. Throughout your lives no matter what you did they always saw you the same, it shouldn't still hurt after so long but it does.

Your siblings, have changed, but only for the worst, since your last embaressment on them your older brothers have been pushing you around more and more, your older sister, while she doesn't harm you physically whenever she's near you she makes it her job to remind you about how much of a failure you are. How you always ruin everything.

You never should have gotten your hopes up. You don't know why you even try anymore. What's the point of living through these lives if the outcome is all the same, waiting for the day you'll die in some horrible way, usually killed, but there has been the occasional accident.

Something snaps. You can't live like this anymore, maybe... maybe if instead of being killed... maybe if you kill yourself it'll all stop...

And that's what you do.

While the rest of your "family" is hosting another ball to repair the damage you've done. You make your move, heading to one of the palace balconys and ending it.

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The Royal Family have just announced they are having another child, they should be rejoicing but ever since the Queen discovered she was pregnant they whole family seems to have fallen under a curse of some kind.

Visions of the future, of pain, of... a person? They've never seen this person yet they look so much like them. And they see themselves too but.. somethings wrong with them. The visions are horrible, seeing each of them hurting this unknown person.

At first the Queen thought she was just having pregnancy nightmares, but then she overhears her boys fighting about something they've seen.

The Royal family gathers to discuss and discovers that they've all been getting this visions, visions of different lives, of this persons different lives. They've discovered that their visions line up, but still have many differences.

Preists, Mages, Wizards, they've called everyone they could from all over the kingdom that could possibly explain what's happening to them. To make it stop.

But none of them could figure it out.

This continues for months and they only seem to get worse. At first it was merely people who looked like them being rude, or obnoxious, or bullys, but has time went on the people in these visions got meaner. Got violent. And then the deaths started to show.

They can only watch in horror as this person dies time and time again. They refuse to believe that the people in these visions could be them. Why would they ever hurt this "y/n" this way. They don't understand it. The children wake up screaming so often that for the last month of the Queens pregnancy the family refuses to leave each other's side.

And then it happens. The day that changes everything. The day the Queen gives birth, they all have one final vision, for once, it's the same vision as well. They see this "y/n" holding a book, making their wish, and then... jumping

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Everything is dark, and for a moment, you think this may really be the end for once... so many emotions all at once but there's no time to think before there's a bright light and you open up your eyes.

And you see them. It didn't work. You start to cry, and you cry hard, you immediately expect to be handed over to a maid as always, but instead the queen Your mother, she keeps you in her arms and tries her best to comfort you. Looking at you for the first time and she cries.

This is strange. She's never reacted like this, she's never held you like this she's-

"It's her."

A states, you can't see him but you recognize your father's voice. The voice of a king is hard to forget.

"There she is. Y/n."

You flinch at your name being said, you don't think anything of it, but they notice. They never wanna see you flinch again. Your only a baby. Your THEIR baby.

They have you now. So small, so delicate, so fragile, they won't let anyone hurt you. They've seen the visions, they've seen your deaths, and while you don't know it. They've vowed to never let you go through any of that ever again.

No matter what. You will get what you wished for. They'll make sure of it.

[restinpeacesensei]

i have drawn a birthday picture for akoya every year for the past 11 years! ;;w;; i imagine that every time i do, he gets a year older!

and now, it's canon!! the boueibu characters really are 10 years older! and akoya officially has a gorgeous dress!!! \>////</ congratulations!!! \TWT/

we would prefer not to pick favorites or receive comments about how the art has improved, but to think of every picture as a precious memory! ;;w;; do you remember them all? ;;o;;

akoya-chan!!! thank you so much for being with us for all of these years!! \;;/////;;/ ive loved you, ive found how to be myself through you, i know now that everything always ends up being okay. im so happy ive been able to share these years with you!! ;;~~~~;;

akoya, and all of you, thank you so much for all the beautiful memories!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY ANGEL!!! \>//////</ WE LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!! \;;W;;/💖💖💖

[devilmaymetalgear]

That was a long time ago

swap/evil au!Dante x childhood friend!Reader

Cw: a lot of exposition, dmc3 Dante, gn!reader, this is more of an intro post for the au so I could practice writing him, use of baby and sweetheart, next post WILL be smut with an older evil Dante where he actually is horrible, he's just a little mean in this ❤️

(THIS IS ANOTHER AU I DONT ACTUALLY THINK DANTE WOULD DO ANY OF THIS SHIT IN MAINLINE)

A/n: i have not played dmc5 in a while and forget what the fuck the area around their house looks like, so play along if there's not a forest nearby. I also like... i dont know what happened near the end, its not verg good

He remembered that fateful day. He was left alone, sparring outside. Vergil said he wanted to keep reading his dumb poetry. It was quiet, that familiar of bugs was missing. The chirping of birds gone silent. It was as if time went still.

He didn't notice it at first, that buzzing in the back of his mind that made him want to flee. He probably should of. At 8 years old his mother left him to die. Thrown to the wolves. Thrown to the demons, more accurately.

He watched as the house burned down to ash, the smoke high in the sky. Even as he fled, running for his life, he could see that smoke high in the sky.

And he remembered the days before that. Where he played with his brother and his friend. His secret friend. Mother and father were always worried about them, said they couldn't go too far off the property. But Dante never listened.

He saw another kid in the woods next to his house, plucking some of the wild flowers from the ground. Placing them into their little basket. They looked so excited with each little flower they plucked. And Dante never got to hang out with other kids his age. He crept into the forest, dodging every little leaf and twig that if crunched could scare them.

"Hii!" He shouted, watching them look up.

"Hi?" You waved back at him nervously, and he watched as you stood up straight from the ground.

"Who are those flowers for?" He pointed down at the basket, stepping in front of you.

"They're for my mom. She told me not to come over here but they're just so pretty. Look!" You held your hand up to his face, a small, red wildflower limp between your fingers.

"Can I pick some?" Reaching towards the ground, he grasped at the little flowers, squishing them in his hands. The delicate petals fell onto the ground, leaving partial, crumpled stems in his hands. He was about to give up and sulk, stomp off to go bother Vergil and hope that'll make him feel better.

But you reached out, gently picking up another flower of the ground. Setting into his hand as carefully as you can.

"Now you have one to give to your mom."

Thats all he can remember. His head aches if he thinks about it anymore. That's all he needs to remember anyway.

Why would he ever sit and daydream about the eight year old you, when he's got the smoking hot adult you?

"Dante.." You mutter, gazing down at the rubble and gore beneath temen ni gru. Hundreds dead or injured, the squeals of demons feasting ringing out loud enough for the next city over to hear. His hand tightened around your hip, pulling you close.

"Yeah, baby?" He snaps out of whatever place his mind was, a sharp grin on his face. He looked a little too delighted staring at the gore below him. Like a king on his throne. You wouldn't be surprised if he saw himself as one. "You like what you see, right?"

"It's... definitely something!" His hand drifts lower, resting right on your ass. As much as the urge to swat his hand away rises in you, staring at all the viscera makes you rethink that. "A little... excessive, don't you think? Couldn't we have done this somewhere more... rural? Not right in the middle of the busiest part of town?"

He snickered, leaning into you and glancing over. "I forget how stupid you are when it comes to hellgates and stuff. We can't just move a hell gate, baby. That's where it is so that's where it comes up. Not my fault that I killed a few people."

"You're the one who raised the hellgate! If you didn't raise it then those people wouldn't have died!"

He went quiet, snarling a little. He dipped his head a little lower, his nails digging into your skin.

"If you talk back like that again, I'll throw you down there with them since you pity them so much. You humans are so fragile, any time someone dies you just have to whine about it." He rolled his eyes, as if you were complaining about spilt milk.

He adjusted his grip on you, grabbing your wrist and walking away from the edge.

"Enough of this anyways, I've got a reunion party to plan."

Intro to the au next post WILL be sloppy pervert sex leave me recommendations for what he should do pls ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[seancekitsch]

How would Jayce and Viktor react to someone being a little too close to you, like how could they let you out of their sight after knowing you for so long and then suddenly someone foolishly thinks they have a chance with you 🙂‍↕️

(ignore the fact that I just didn't find the ask me anything button lmao)

m so so so so so sorry this is late but hi here's like an entire threesome smut!!!

technically in the same universe as this and this

GIF by spicedrobot

“We can’t let you out of our sight, can we?” Jayce teases, pushing the strap of your dress off of your shoulder to clear a path for his kisses. Jayce’s lips press a messy trail along your collarbone and down your shoulder, spit smearing and glimmering in the light. Despite his desperation, he’s delicate with your clothing. Jayce would never dare rip this, even if the urge definitely crosses his mind. But if he were to do that, he’d be ripping Viktor’s favorite dress of yours. 

“Possessive, much,” you joke, rolling your eyes as you beckon Viktor to join you. He takes his time putting his hands on you, observing how you shiver and react under Jayce’s touch first, not unlike an experiment. Jayce’s kisses leave goosebumps in their wake, your frame shaking under his grasp. Viktor claims your lips as Jayce bites down at the top of your breast, his mouth perfectly fitting against yours as your mouth falls open in a gasping moan. You slip an arm over each of their shoulders after Jayce frees your other arm from the dress. 

Your dress pools at your hips, rumpled around your waist loosely, pearls hanging down delicately as the purple satin lays limp. The men waste no time pressing you between them, their hands reaching for your chest while the cold metal of their buttons press indents onto your skin. Jayce is wholly greedy in the way he grabs at you, possessive and pressing. He wants to leave marks. Whereas Viktor is calmer, his kisses and touches more methodical; he works you the way the two of you work Jayce after a long night, which isn’t surprising. He’s a steady flow of a river, and Jayce is a volatile rapid.

Viktor’s hands travel, meeting Jayce’s as they both paw at your dress.

Because thats how this started, after all. Viktor had picked out a dress that he knew would drive the two of them wild, completely assuming you’d be sitting with him all night. He had incorrectly assumed you and he would have a bottle of red between you and would get slowly handsier as you mocked some of the ridiculous antics of the rich. Only it was Jayce in the seat next to him, as people actively wined you and attempted to dine you and had thoroughly offended you and made you see red. As it turns out, most of the council thinks of Viktor as Jayce’s plaything, and even more of the council thinks of you as Viktor’s plaything, and therefore most of the politics of Piltover think of you as a Zaunite little party favor instead of Jayce’s active public relations assistant. Either way, your men are livid at the way that others pawed at you, rewriting everything that happened tonight in their favor. 

Jayce, sweet idealist Jayce, is the angriest of all about the circumstances tonight. Therefore, he is the one leading with his mouth and his hands, actively pushing fabric up and down your body to give himself best access, currently his thumbs testing the stretch of the fabric as he pushes it over your hips to rid you of the dress entirely. 

Viktor helps him without being asked, more used to the whispers and the rumors said about the two of you, gently reaches down to help you step out of the dress so he can fling it onto his reading chair. He does not exaggerate when he tells you it’s his favorite, and he will protect it in kind. 

“So pretty,” Jayce pants, his hands wild as they travel across your body, not an inch of skin left untouched or ungroped by him, ���All for us. Only for us.”

“Of course she is,” Viktor chuckles, his lips dragging lazily behind the shell of your ear, his hands seeking out Jayce’s own as he leads them down to the lace of your underwear, “Look at this: the dress was for me, and these are all for you.”

You feel your face heat up under Viktor’s accurate assessment in your choices. Jayce’s eyes find yours as his fingers brush the lace, wild and blown out dark with lust, a lopsided smile parting his lips. His fingers tighten on the underwear, balling the stretchy fabric in his fist against your hip as he presses himself against you.

“Let me?” Jayce asks, and you nod excitedly, kiss-smeared lipstick making your smile look deranged in the moonlight of his apartment. 

It takes no further urging for Jayce’s fingers to find your entrance, teasing fingertips breaching you before plunging two of his thick digits in. You moan, hot and open mouthed. Fuck the thin walls in Jayce’s apartment. 

“Oh, fuck, V I just slid right in,” Jayce groans. Viktor’s fingers dig into your hips in response, holding you tightly in place. 

“Please,” you whine, fingers fumbling with Jayce’s pants after you get his suspenders off his shoulders, your rings clinking against his buckle. 

“She’s desperate for you,” Viktor tells him, his voice almost a low purr between the lust and the wine and all the kissing. Viktor presses his length against your ass, leaning into you as he shallowly ruts against you. You head falls back against his shoulder, allowing yourself the respite now that your clumsy fingers have finally found the solution to the puzzle of Jayce’s pants. He shuffles out of them easily, your fingers pulling the waistband of his underwear down his thighs to follow his pants. 

The moment his legs are free, Jayce leans down and wraps his arms around your bare thighs. He lifts up, maneuvering you to straddle him as he wraps your legs around his waist. You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck, loving the feeling of his warm body against yours. It takes only a moment for him to kiss you, and another moment for him to thrust up against you. He holds you tightly, a vice-like grip as his length bumps and nudges against you. You moan into his mouth the first time the head of his cock catches against your clit, and reward him with more and more as he repeats the motion, his hips working you up easily. 

Until Viktor clears his throat. 

“Love, can we both have you?” Viktor asks, leaning himself against the arm of his favorite chair in the living room. He smirks conspiratorially, as if he and Jayce had cooked up some idea of how tonight is going to go. Which, if you know your partners, doesn’t sound farfetched. 

“Please,” you manage to get out, your voice sounding already so meek and far away. Viktor is certain that it won’t be long until you’re a moaning mess for the both of them. 

“Have a seat, V,” Jayce tells him, and he obeys, kicking his already open trousers and boxers away as he leans into the seat of the chair, now bare from the waist down save for the brace that goes closest to the skin. He’s hard, leaking and pink, and long fingers wrap around the length. Jayce sets you down on the ground gently, turning you away from him as he urges you towards Viktor. You take a step forward, only one, before you’re interrupted. 

“Stop,” Jayce commands, still a little shy to a more dominant role, “Stick your ass out for me please, baby?”

You smile back at him before dropping to your knees. If Jayce wants you to stick your ass out, you’re going to give him a nice show. You lean forward until you’re on your hands and knees, crawling over to Viktor and knowing exactly what you’re doing to Jayce behind you by the way he sighs. 

“Be good for Viktor,” he tells you, as if you’d be anything but good for either of them. Viktor spreads his legs as you crawl further, allowing you to settle easily between his knees as you look up at him. You can already tell by the way he’s looking at you with insincere pity that your mascara has started to smear. 

You nod at him, and he nods back, and then it begins. 

You start slowly, your tongue reaching out to lick all the way from the seam of his balls up to the head of his cock, slow and hot and wet the entire way. Viktor shudders under you, leaning fully back into the plush of the armchair as you work him over. You pay special attention to the vein on the underside of his dick, purple and throbbing. You lick and suckle at him, wetting and worshiping him as you move, the entire time your back tilted to continue to give Jayce a good view of your ass. It’s not as if you’d forgotten him, no; in fact, this is you enticing him to make more of a move, to take and claim you from the other side. 

You know Jayce is jealous and upset about tonight, painfully so, and you want him to take it out on you, to claim you fully. Tonight you want Jayce to lose himself a bit in his possessiveness.

You finally wrap your lips around Viktor to a chorus of sighs, as if your pleasure of one man relieves them both. You pick up a familiar rhythm quickly, taking Viktor’s cock through pure muscle memory. You bob up and down on him, Viktor’s hands in your hair messing up what’s left of your hairstyle for the night, guiding and supporting you as he whispers praise in his native language. You’ve never asked him what it means, and you’ve never needed to. He is always cursing, out of love and out of devotion to you both.

It’s when you finally take him far enough for your nose to brush against his freshly trimmed pubic hair that you finally feel Jayce’s hands find your hips.

“Hey, baby,” Jayce hums, sweet as honey as he lines himself up with you again, this time slow as he enters, his cock splitting you inch by inch. You moan onto Viktor as he does, and Viktor tenses beneath you.

The moment he’s settled in fully, his hips to your ass, you fall into another familiar rhythm. You’re entered from both ends, full, and then they pull away, and then full again. Viktor thrusts up into your moth timed expertly with the way that Jayce’s hips move, harsh and steady and unyielding. Viktor is the first to lose his stride, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he chases his high. You meet him, burying your face into his lap as you let him fuck your face, moaning on him as you let him fall over the edge. You suck greedily, drinking his spend as it fills your mouth, your eyes falling shut as you indulge.

Jayce takes it as a challenge, speeding up his pace as his hand finds your clit, thick fingers rubbing deft circles until you practically scream against Viktor’s abdomen. You come with a shudder, boneless and weak as you continue to lick Viktor clean.

“Viktor, can you lean forward a little?” Jayce asks, and then softer adds, “I want to kiss you.”

Viktor obliges, sliding a little bit more forward to ease on his back and leg, crunching you up between them a bit. Though, it’s not something you’d complain about. A little bit of an awkward angle is enough to deal with to have the three of you connected like this. You in your post orgasm bliss, Viktor’s spend leaking out of your lips as he softens in your mouth, and Jayce about to spill within you.

You can tell the exact moment their lips meet, funnily enough. It’s because the moment they do, Jayce comes without warning, a stifled moan and wet hot heat filling you. His thrusts slow as he continues to kiss the other man above you.

Later, after you’ve put each other in pajamas and massaged out any sore muscles, you blearily fall into bed.

“You know we love you, right?” Jayce asks, his eyes full of worry that you can see even in the darkness. You reach out to pull him back down to you and Viktor, pressing his face against your collarbone as he readjusts into the blankets.

“Jayce, please,” you sigh, almost exasperated. Try as they might, you know exactly why Jayce especially was acting the way he did.

“Well, I was a little rough,” he reasons, “I just wanted to…”

“Shush,” you whisper, the tiniest hint of a laugh in your tone, “I didn’t mind. I’d like it if you did that again.”

“But,” Viktor chimes in, his voice already heavy with sleep as he mumbles against your shoulder, “You are not permitted to get up from our table ever again.”

You snort, reaching your other hand out to find his in the sheets.

“Fine by me.”

[animeshotsh]

Explosive At first sight | White Rabbit x Fem!Reader |

Canon violence - White Rabbit full Demon Form - Darkcom sucks - Love at first sight-

Maybe you have a complex savior or you just are stupid. Whatever it is, it made Rabbit fall hard.

You see. You are just a human. A worker who lives her days hating the system and balancing bills and personal fun.

The subscription to your favorite streaming platform and that limited skin wont be buying alone. And also you saw a new shirt and your fridge its empy.

So yes. You are just going around looking down at your phone so intense that you fail to notice the clear battle between Darkcom and a full Rabbit.

Oh and you did not see the Demons running towards the portal.

Not until one young one crashes with you (it lost its parents in the chaos) and now you have a young Demon looking up at you almost crying.

However instead of screaming or attacking it you take it in your arms and basically run towards the older looking ones because....thats their kid right ? And you dont trust Darkcom who are screaming from behind you to let the Demon down or they will open fire at you too.

Excusme, too? The fuckers are killing kids?

Yes, big NOPE from you and a middle finger as you move faster towards some confused Demons and a equal confused and not trusting Rabbit who demands you give him the kid.

And you do. You even take a bullet for the Rabbit and the kid. It hurts like hell and for a moment you do think you will die.

But since your blood its non Demon the bullet does not explote!!

Something snaps inside the white Rabbit who tells the remaining Malakians to go as he fires a Canon and sees all explote. The smoke that stays behind its a good cover for him and when he sees you all scared and bloody.

He knows Darkcom Will see you as someone who cares for Demons so they will hunt you and torture you.

So he scopes you in his arms saying something off "A gentlemen never leaves a Lady behind" and jumps over the portal.

Of course you pass out and its Rabbit who patches you while him and the rest stay in Hell at least in a zone where you can breath.

And the young Malakian its your fan. The little kid keeps coming to your room to read to you. Even if you never respond.

The day you wake up Rabbit its there in a second. His ears picked the screams from you. He tries his best to calm you down and to explain whats going on.

So, long story short. Since you protected a Demon the humans now sees you as a criminal and you have no place back at your home.

He will ask you why you helped (with a critical eye) and after you say you cant let a young kid get hurt (and you also give him some comeback on why he helped you) the two of you end in terms of...its not friendship yet. More like: I gotta deal with you and you with me.

You end being the nanny of the young Malakians along side other ones. Even if you sometimes dont get their jokes and you end being the joke.

The young one you saved loves you. Turns out its parents died and now it sees you and its mom.

Cut to moments of you and it doing things together like reading, it explaining something from hell to you. Or how to hide from a big Demon.

BRINGS YOU ROCKS !! The little baby wants to reciprocate the care you have give it.

And while you do not notice it. The White Rabbit sees all of this from the start and ends slowly falling for you from afar.

He hates humans but you act like no one of the scum from Darkcom so he allows himself to fall for you. He starts to appear close to you. Keeps an eye on you but in a way thats caring and soft. His own heart beats faster when you say to him some word in his original language and has to turn away to hide his face when you ask him to touch his ears (a moment of too much trust).

You also end being a big help for his experiments since you ended bringing your phone with you and after some charging the white Rabbit its able to use it as some batery.

He ends learning things from you from it. Like how you liked animals or hated things from the human realm. He ends finding out a rant note of you towards your Boss and he cant help but imagine you as one of these small demons that puffs their fur out to look scary.

The day things end out of the bag its when you two are having a calm afternoon while drinking tea and the young Malakians comes calling you mom then looking at him and calling him dad.

.....And when no one responds the young one just points out all the signs both from Demon culture and human culture.

Its akward for a few days till you two end being adults and talk it out.

BOOM its terrible on both ends but you two do like each other so now he is your boyfriend while he calls you mate.

All the Malakian woman congratulating you and also asking when you two will produce offspring...

And Rabbit its away but cant ignore it because he ears all. And now he cant stop thinking about it...

Give him some time and he will end giving you some babies of your own.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Bringing you the flowers i promised

[ DRABBLE ] [ Zenless Zone Zero ]

> Established relasionship, things they do after your dead

Ceasar King

Looking at the horizon, after your dead there was a special ceremony to say goodbye to you, the whole gang had drove in their motorcycles towards the horizon in your name, and she finds herself staring at that same direction in the sunset, a calm expression in her face and in silence wishing that one day she would see you there, driving back to her

Burnice White

Serving a glass of Nitro-fuel for you, she sits at the bar, always leaving an empty sit at her side reserved for you with a good Nitro-fuel already awaiting for you, she knows you will not appear out of nowhere, sit at her side and take a good sip before greeting her with a big smile as you used to do, but she doesn't want you to think that she have forgotten about you

Luciana de Montefio

Doesn't let anyone talk about you, she doesn't like it, she doesn't want anyone to get trapped in the past with someone who won't come back because she is scared to end up like that, and everytime she talks about you she end up crying, she knows you will tease her for it and she doesn't want that! The only time when is okay to talk about you is when she is relaxing, when the words slips throught her lips without noticing

Piper Wheel

Always talks to you, normally just small comment, things like asking you to wish her luck when going in a particular long/dangerous road, saying good night and good morning after naps, talking about how this youngsters are so full of energy! She keeps you present in her life with small comments, you were her family and she wants to not forget about you, wherever you are now just know that she still loves you

Pulchra Fellini

Visits your grave, she likes to go there when she has a moment to herself, a moment of peace, she sits down at the side of the gravestone in silence, sometimes comenting about her day or what Burnice have drag her to do, sometimes she brings flowers or small gifts, even Nitro-fuel to share (a gift from Burnice), at some point her tail graps around the gravestone as a unospoken "i miss you"

Lighter Lorenz

Looks at his side searching for you, sometimes he gets too invested on whatever he is doing that end up tilting his head to the side, where you used to stand whenever you were just spending time together, he always surprise himself when he does but at the end he just smiles to his inside while squeezing gently that simple thing that he keeps of you, thats small little thing that now means the world to him

[lostinlovingrevery]

Can we talk about Trilogy!Logan? I feel like he can come off as a real piece of shit to the other X-Men the way he takes advantage of your kindness. He knows you have a lil crush on him and he will use that to get you to run petty errands. This man will straight up sit his ass on the couch doing nothing and request you fetch something for him. What the others don't know is that he really just does it for your attention over everything else because he's obsessed with you. Maybe he's stringing you along a bit longer than nessisary, but as soon as he gets the chance to prove it, he would do the same favors for you. Still, Jean will pull you aside and tell you Logan can get his own damn beer. Motherfucker would get a kick out of seeing you pick out all the green m&ms because it shows how devoted you are. Hate him so much (he's my favorite).

OH MY GOOOOOD HE'S SO MEAN YOU'RE RIGHT

The way I would be SO guilty of this bc i'm the type of person to jump up and do anything for anybody the second they say something- even if they aren't directly asking me to do it- I'll be like "Oh I got you!" *does anything and everything for them*

(this is a lil self indulgent lmao)

A tad implied smut towards the end

It seems like an jerk thing- but its like you said, he absolutely just wants your attention. You're a busybody around the mansion, the fix-it-person who's handling all the fires. So what if he asks you to grab a beer for him? You're already on the way to the kitchen to start dinner anyway. Then when you hand it to him and he takes he chance to grab your hand and keep you in place for longer than two seconds so you'd look at him and he can hold a small convo where he thanks you for it. Another excuse just to touch you.

Maybe he just admires your kindness. He's such an ass most of the time, lost faith in humanity a long time ago and while he doesn't go out of his way to be cruel- we all seen his broodiness and knee jerk sarcasm. He's fascinated how you don't seem to blink an eye at one of the students asking for help with their essay, or when Scott asks you to grade his tests because he's got training, or Jean begs you to take her day to cook dinner, and more.

Maybe it's the feeling of being looked after that gets him to ask you to help him with the laundry. He's been on his own for so long- having someone- esp someone as pretty as you- jump at the chance to lend a hand for him, does something. A flutter of his heart, tightness in the crotch of his jeans....

Hes OBSESSED with you. every time he asks you for a favor. He's picked up it's the only way he'll be able to get close to you, form something of a relationship with you. You're so busy, you're barely alone in the mansion thats crowded with students. He gets off on your attention to him. He'll touch you on the hand or the arm or the lower back and gets real close to thank you- watching the way your pupils widen and listens to how your pulse quickens and your breath hitches when he whispers something sweet in your ear. You stammer a "no problem" and walk off, flustered as well and unsure what to do with yourself.

and he'll definitely return the favor. Maybe over time he starts to notice what you struggle with. How maybe you don't feed yourself as much, your own pile of paperwork that's growing everyday. You're laundry that sits in the corner, forgotten about as everyone else gets theirs done first. Small things- leaves some water on your desk, maybe helps you out with dinners- a little rusty on cooking but he's better than Jean or Scott. Maybe he throws your laundry in the wash, maybe he snags one of your panties,

Maybe one night he notices you've been moving nonstop all day, can see the exhaustion in your eyes. The mansion has settled in for bed, but you're still up cleaning the kitchen. He makes you leave, and finishes it up himself.

He watches you running back and forth, organizing things, handing off papers. Eventually he grabs your arm and tugs you down on his lap. It takes you by complete surprise, while he loops his arm around your waist and tugs you closer as he leans in.

"You're making my head spin doing all that running bub,"

He's not going to start picking up other peoples messes like you do- no. He pulls his weight around the mansion when he gets settled in of course. A few repairs, maybe assists in some training (that he dreads) He will tell them off if he's in the room when they ask you.

"Do it your damn self Summers." He snaps when you're trying to have lunch and Scott comes in asking you to do yet another favor.

He does things for you, though. You don't have to ask him to do a damn thing. He just does it. He teases you and tells you to learn how to relax once in awhile, and you laugh him off- telling him relaxing isn't possible for you.

and maybe one night, he comes into your room and helps you really relax.

[tempestaurora]

jsyk its a day later and i have changed my mind about this. i am currently rewatching the show and while i believe langdon is a little insane about robby and wants his attention and approval, i think robby does like langdon. i mean, it's in the description of the show: langdon is his right hand man. he is trusted. he is respected. robby continuously lets langdon run free in a way he doesn't with everyone else because that is his golden resident and he trusts langdon's skills and knowledge to get the job done. they have probably gotten a beer outside work. they have probably attended the same barbeque. i definitely still think langdon is more attached to robby than robby is to him, but now i think robby probably gets dinner with jake and tells him what ridiculous thing langdon said that day and thinks of the moment fondly.

idk i wrote a fic about langdon and robby being close before the shift from hell and all the ways they slipped into being family and what was lost after, and then i saw a take that was like. robby outright rejected langdon calling him a friend during the shift. he corrected him to best resident when langdon suggested best friend. and now im thinking were they ever actually that close. has langdon just been desperately seeking validation and praise and attention from robby and robby has no interest in ever giving it to him outside a work context. langdon leaves work and tries to arrange robby coming over for dinner at the weekend. robby leaves work and doesn't think about langdon until he returns to the hospital the next day.

[luciaintheskyainthi]

HI HOW ARE YOU, i promised i would be here, i come from "An even keel"

I love this, I could read a thousand chapters and one from each family member, it never happened (i said that fine? English its still difficult, sorry for some wrong sentences here, 😞) to me that they could be even more sincere about loving each other from another perspective, the unconscious gestures and jayyy (pookie)

I found it so much fun that dick had such different ideas of who Jason is, it reminded me of what i think its the last chapter of ecm when he believes his brother could turn Peter into a weapon, and its when jay replies that dick thinks it's like he sees his brother for the first time. And I was also offended at the same second as Jason, man, how can you believe that about him? You're DEAF??? But its okay, its fictional, i have to calm down, HAHA, no

Don't you see the whole point that Jason has always tried to make? I was also a little stubborn when I saw that he don't find Peter attractive, and i agree with steph of his painful heterosexuality, BUT MAN-

I want to believe he thinks that it's because peter was just starting to feed himself, taking shape, deep into the trauma, I remember that near this range of chapters he was described emaciated and thin, so I want to forgive dick that Peter has nothing particularly special, but I'm glad when I remember that also in this range of chapters and later, Jason always sees nice things in Peter, deer eyes, freckles, and I know, I don't remember exactly the words or the exact chapter, but I put my hands in the fire and swear that Jason described Peter's physique as well as empathically (from seeing him malnourished) noticed and called him openly attractive, still denying any feeling or directly disregarding it yet, and still, seeing Peter with good eyes, and burying me with that idea. After all, I imagine Jason saying, "I have to like him, not you."

And i am here fighting with dick and you are the author HAHA but i continue

Also, i am not saying that dick its bad or something, i am just a team jason, anyways

And dick comparing Peter to artemis and the other girls, that was an amazing detail in dick's character, i continue arguing, HOW DARE YOU DICK GRAYSON-

He literally said "that powerful goddess artemis, and, this guy, this creature" sounds so STRAIGHT, and it also made me laugh

I think thats all(? But i'll probably come back 🦅

I thought about commenting on this in the fic on ao3, but i started to write more and more, and i want to share this with you here

Have a good day 💗 (i hope k have fed the muse haha)

I'm not gonna lie, your outrage at Dick not finding Peter attractive has made me cackle for a while now. 🤭 But as you say, it's Jason that's gotta like Pete, not Dick hehe

I think the chapter you're referring might be chapter 15? The cuddle chapter:

Jason pulled back so Peter did too, offering Jason a sleepy smile before looking out at the city. The night hugged the slowly refilling contours of his cheeks and his long, thick lashes. The expression in his dark eyes was unreadable, but Jason’s gut swooped at the sight. Beautiful, a traitorous voice offered. He looked away and focused on Peter’s slowly warming weight in his lap.

Augh I loved that scene ☠️ Fun fact, the original chapter name for that chapter was "Don't think about the eyes don't think about the eyes don't think about the-- shit". Then I wrote the additional scene to the chapter (the one at the start) and the chapter name changed to fit hehe.

Thank-you for your lovely ask, you have indeed fed the muse well 💖💖💖🍽️

[mewo777]

i so desperately yearn for an episode of gravity falls where stan and ford just get to talk. it feels like there was so little development between them, and ford not getting a chance to breathe before immediately being thrust into weirdmaggedon just makes his character seem rushed. he seriously needed a few more episodes to be fleshed out. not his character, exactly, but rather his interactions w other characters, specifically stan and mabel. i think they did an incredible job characterizing him but its so hard to appreciate that when the character who is literally the most closely intertwined with his story barely gets to interact with him at all.

it didnt even have to be much, just a small interaction to show them growing closer, or even to show that theyve grown so far apart that theyre not even in the same world anymore. something that would make the final scene with stan getting blasted with the memory gun seem genuine and meaningful. not that it wasnt, but it wouldve been so much more impactful if we’d gotten to see that ford loves stan as much as we’ve seen how much stan loves ford.

another issue i have is fords “redemption” at the end, where he tells stan to sail the world with him. again, it just feels a little.. shoehorned in there i guess? like, it doesnt feel “earned” exactly, more like the writers just decided that it was time for ford to make it up to stan and thats the only reason it happened. again, a few extra heartfelt scenes between them wouldve solved this problem. i just hate that it seems like ford never confronts the unjustified anger he had towards stan. it wouldve maybe even been justified if he was mad about stan pushing him into the portal, but being mad about the PROJECT from THIRTY YEARS AGO is insane hes truly playing the long game of grudges like brother you literally lived the most fullfilling life you couldve(prior to getting pushed into another dimension for 30 years… through his own invention…) in SPITE of what stan did like i just think maybe now that youve had time to think it over we can all be adults about this… sigh….

alright i need to write a fic where ford apologizes to stan and they hug or something idgaf

[gankration-macani]

oooooooough my head

i dont think i slept 4 very long i think im still a little. tipsy.

my fuckin pad is blowing up. i think thats wat woke me. what the hell happened? how much did i drink????

[axolotl4days]

Yandere! Royal family × Neglected Reader

The Reborn Royal Part 1

Summary: This is one of those storys where y/n is born to royal family but the family treats them horribly and they become reborn and try to change their fate. Except, this y/n has been through the loop many. Many times, always meeting their doom, until one loop it suddenly changes

Tw: violence, abuse, yandere behavior(all platonic), descriptions of death, mentions of suicide and self harm.

Another day of torment has gone bye, as usual.

This time y/n had "embaressed" the family at a royal ball ruining their older siblings proposals. And being punished heavily for it.

Beaten and bruised y/n retreated to the library, one of the only places you know is safe from the torment on account of how large it is. Always finding books that have been hidden away covered in dust for who knows how long.

The library was always so quiet, you always liked that about it, you weren't yelled at here, weren't beaten here due to the importance of the library.

So you were free to explore and read to your hearts content, thats when you found it.

A book unlike anything you've ever seen before, a book with no cover, and seemingly having empty pages until you reach the middle of the book and see it written.

"Ask for it and it shall be yours. But be careful what you wish for"

You wonder what this means, you've seen magic before, even learned it in some previous lives, but you've never known magic, let alone any books that could grant wishes. Still, after so many lifetimes of pain and suffering, you think about what to wish for that could save you from this.

"I... I wish for my life to change, to have a loving, caring family, to go throughout my days not needing to fear pain just for existing" y/n starts to sob, wishful thinking they think to themselves, that is until the text on the book starts to move around and change.

"Your wish has been granted. The next time you wake up your life will be changed forever" the text then fades from the book as if it was never there in the first place. Y/n puts the book back where they found it and filled with hope that they hadn't had in a long time, they head off to bed hoping that the book worked and that finally things will change for the better.

....

.......

It does not.

Nothing seems to have changed. Everything is the same as it was. It's been a few weeks since you've made your wish, and unfortunately the torment hasn't let up, not even a little bit. Your Mother and Father, the Queen and King respectively continue to ignore your existence completely, ashamed to have birthed a useless child like you. Throughout your lives no matter what you did they always saw you the same, it shouldn't still hurt after so long but it does.

Your siblings, have changed, but only for the worst, since your last embaressment on them your older brothers have been pushing you around more and more, your older sister, while she doesn't harm you physically whenever she's near you she makes it her job to remind you about how much of a failure you are. How you always ruin everything.

You never should have gotten your hopes up. You don't know why you even try anymore. What's the point of living through these lives if the outcome is all the same, waiting for the day you'll die in some horrible way, usually killed, but there has been the occasional accident.

Something snaps. You can't live like this anymore, maybe... maybe if instead of being killed... maybe if you kill yourself it'll all stop...

And that's what you do.

While the rest of your "family" is hosting another ball to repair the damage you've done. You make your move, heading to one of the palace balconys and ending it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Royal Family have just announced they are having another child, they should be rejoicing but ever since the Queen discovered she was pregnant they whole family seems to have fallen under a curse of some kind.

Visions of the future, of pain, of... a person? They've never seen this person yet they look so much like them. And they see themselves too but.. somethings wrong with them. The visions are horrible, seeing each of them hurting this unknown person.

At first the Queen thought she was just having pregnancy nightmares, but then she overhears her boys fighting about something they've seen.

The Royal family gathers to discuss and discovers that they've all been getting this visions, visions of different lives, of this persons different lives. They've discovered that their visions line up, but still have many differences.

Preists, Mages, Wizards, they've called everyone they could from all over the kingdom that could possibly explain what's happening to them. To make it stop.

But none of them could figure it out.

This continues for months and they only seem to get worse. At first it was merely people who looked like them being rude, or obnoxious, or bullys, but has time went on the people in these visions got meaner. Got violent. And then the deaths started to show.

They can only watch in horror as this person dies time and time again. They refuse to believe that the people in these visions could be them. Why would they ever hurt this "y/n" this way. They don't understand it. The children wake up screaming so often that for the last month of the Queens pregnancy the family refuses to leave each other's side.

And then it happens. The day that changes everything. The day the Queen gives birth, they all have one final vision, for once, it's the same vision as well. They see this "y/n" holding a book, making their wish, and then... jumping

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everything is dark, and for a moment, you think this may really be the end for once... so many emotions all at once but there's no time to think before there's a bright light and you open up your eyes.

And you see them. It didn't work. You start to cry, and you cry hard, you immediately expect to be handed over to a maid as always, but instead the queen Your mother, she keeps you in her arms and tries her best to comfort you. Looking at you for the first time and she cries.

This is strange. She's never reacted like this, she's never held you like this she's-

"It's her."

A states, you can't see him but you recognize your father's voice. The voice of a king is hard to forget.

"There she is. Y/n."

You flinch at your name being said, you don't think anything of it, but they notice. They never wanna see you flinch again. Your only a baby. Your THEIR baby.

They have you now. So small, so delicate, so fragile, they won't let anyone hurt you. They've seen the visions, they've seen your deaths, and while you don't know it. They've vowed to never let you go through any of that ever again.

No matter what. You will get what you wished for. They'll make sure of it.

[p2pecleanerwitheyes]

Say you'll never let go

Pairing: Lilia Calder x Reader

Summary: You had a testing day and wanted to finally feel good, though going against Lilia's rules never proved to be a wise choice...

Warnings & content: Masturbation, hurt/comfort, light angst, nipple play, spanking, crying, fluff, mommy kink

uhhh thats it i think, lmk if i missed any

A/N: I have literally never written anything like this before so please be gentle with me. Huge thanks to @aggieharkness for motivating me to write this and being my excellent beta reader, couldn't have done it without ya boo. Let me know what yall think!!

Ao3

The day had been quite long, far too long. Customers coming in demanding their meals be 

made to perfection while tipping either nothing or the bare minimum.

People had slipped on wet floors, the cook had ended up burning his hand and you were now stepping into Lilia's shop and home with the smell of grease  on your clothes and a breadstick in your pocket. Too damn long. The moment you stepped inside the room it was like your entire body could finally breathe and relax, the aroma of cinnamon and incense overshadowing the grease on your uniform, and what a wonderful smell it was. Your bag landed on the floor by the curtain and your keys flew to the kitchen table, where a cup of cold tea rested.

You needed a release, something to make you feel even a little better after the horrendous day you had. Lilia was always very dominant in bed, she liked the control it gave her and she liked how much you needed her in those intimate moments. Sure, she always carried an essence of tenderness, but she had rules and all hell would come down on you if you broke them. 

You recalled the memory of one night, when you touched her without permission. It ended with you tied to the bed with a vibrator whirring relentlessly against your engorged clit with no mercy in sight. The thought alone made you shudder. 

Don’t touch yourself without mama’s permission. That was the main rule, and one you never ceased to follow but today you were just too past your limit to care so you pulled the bed down from the wall and laid down, praying that Lilia wouldn’t come home early. 

You made no effort to even remove your stained uniform before getting to work. Opening the fly of your stained chinos and pulling your underwear to the side, having to peel them off your wet crotch. 

Your hand made its way down your pussy, and the lingering thought of what Lilia might do if she caught you was clouded by the fact that you needed this. Your middle and ring finger immediately found your clit, this was a lot more rushed and sloppy than you would usually find yourself but the pleasure was warming you from the inside out and the stress of the day seemed to melt away imminently. The slick that traveled down your arse and dripped onto your knickers was proof enough of this fact. Small gasps turned into whines and whimpers as you drove yourself closer to the edge, imagining that it were Lilia rubbing her good girl instead, or at least watching. 

Little did you know, she was. So consumed with pleasure, you had failed to notice her arrival home and how she was stood, eying you like a hawk as you did the one thing she had forbidden you to do. As your moans grew louder and your throat became raw, Lilia’s look of disappointment turned into a smirk, she knew what she had to do. 

You were close, she could tell, she knew your body and the cues it gave. With one final cry you reached your peak, only to feel a cold, aged hand pry your fingers away from your aching mound, ruining your orgasm. Oh shit. 

Your eyes shot open to see your girlfriend, hovering above you with a wicked smile. Her expression carried a faux sense of gentleness that you knew would be gone within the minute.

Her voice was soothing as she cooed 

~ Oh doll… whatever will we do with you hm? 

~ I…Lil…you’re home early.

A blush crept over your face as you took in the compromising situation, Lilia was towered above you with your hand in her own. Your hand that was glistening with evidence of your fuck up, Your fly was still open and your underwear had been haphazardly moved to the side, leaving your dripping pussy on full veiw. 

~ Mm it would appear so…were you really that needy that you had to take matters into your own hands? That you had to go against me? 

~ N-no…I…it’s not like that, please just let me explain. 

Lilia chuckled mockingly, her mind was reeling with ways she could punish you and she wouldn’t let any excuse deter her. 

~ Oh you have some nerve hun, you think you can just defy me and then try to seek sympathy? Absolutely not! Here’s how it’s gonna go, since you so desperately want to cum, I'll let you-

~ R-really? 

~ Ah you didn’t let me finish I was going to explain how I am going to force you to cum over and over until you are begging me to stop.   Maybe i should spank you just for interrupting me? 

Usually those words would leave you dripping, you had always liked it when Lilia had her way with you and this is information she knew and definitely took advantage of. She would never truly hurt you and you both knew that, but you really wished that she would just hear you out today and provide you with some gentleness that you hadn’t received much of at work. Nevertheless, she had a plan and she was going to carry it out.

~ You know the drill. Be a good girl and get on all fours for mama. 

Her voice was commanding and sharp, leaving no room for discussion. Despite your need for some love and tenderness, you obliged. You stripped reluctantly, discarding your clothes and assuming the position on the bed. You felt vulnerable and tired, so very tired.  

Lilia didn’t notice your unusual demeanor as she was so consumed by her own desires, any other day she would have checked in with you first but not today, today she needed this. 

~ How many spanks does mama’s girl think she deserves for being such a disobedient slut? 

~ I don’t know. 

~ I don’t like your tone, young lady. Ten for touching yourself without permission and another ten for the manners you have forgotten to use twice now. And you best count or I’ll add on two for every number you miss. 

Without another word, Lilia’s hand met your ass, creating a noise that reverberated off the walls of the small apartment. Then the tears fell, you just wanted to be shown at least a small amount of care and yet here you were with your ass up, being spanked by the woman who is supposed to be showing you that love you so desperately needed. Your thoughts were interrupted by Lilia’s voice, which had only become more angry with your silence. 

~ I seem to recall telling you to count, looks like that’s two more, you’re really disappointing mama today. 

The mixture of Lilia’s harsh words and the next slap, which was much harder than the one before, made the tears flow stronger. Your silent cries became sobs that pierced Lilia’s heart. How could she be so stupid? You were obviously the victim of a bad day and she had only gone and made it worse. Her hand quickly soothed your sore bottom as she leant forward to whisper in your ear. 

~…Doll, are you okay? 

Only now did she see the hurt in your eyes and the mascara running down your cheeks. You were still on all fours and waiting with your eyes pried shut, scared for the next hit. The ringing in your ears had grown so loud that you didn’t hear Lilia’s question. She had never seen you look so broken and fearful of her. 

~ Y/N, it’s okay, im not gonna hit you again, come back to me. 

Finally, her words made their way to your ears, your eyes opened to see Lilia’s face close to yours and the warmth in her smile reassured you that you would be okay. 

~ There’s my girl

Lilia leant back on the headboard and opened her arms for you to crawl into, the guilt rested heavy on her heart and she wanted to make this better any way she could. As you nestled in the crook of her neck, her hands found your back and your hair, stroking soothing circles down your spine and combing your sweaty locks. The tears never stopped flowing, in fact, they became worse. As the stress of the day flowed out of your eyes Lilia shushed you and told you how much she loved and cared for you. Finally, you spoke through sobs, your voice hoarse but understandable. 

~ M-mama…can I…have…

Lilia didn’t need any more of that question before she had her patchwork dress pulled down slightly and her breasts spilling out of her black lacy bra. Your eyes followed her wrinkles all the way to her stiff peaks that were made for you to latch onto, and your mouth immediately connected with them, suckling lightly as Lilia let out soft moans. 

~ Mmm that feels so good baby, mama is so sorry for making you feel like this and I am never disappointed in you. It seems you haven’t been treated too well today. We can talk about that later if you want to? 

You hummed in agreement as your sobs slowed down. You were only focused on the comfort brought by having your mama in your mouth. You were still naked and vulnerable but now you knew that Lilia would give you all the love in her heart. 

As your mouth worked on Lilia’s chest, your vagina ached with the broken promises of an orgasm and this wasn’t something that Lilia would ignore. She could feel the way you subconsciously grinded against her thigh and the way your cheeks carried a red hue that could only mean your libido was through the roof right now. Though this wasn’t a feeling of lust, rather a genuine need to be made to feel good by the woman you loved most. 

Lilia’s hand stayed on the back of your head, keeping you close to her as you switched between her nipples and latched on like a starved newborn; and the other one moved south. Stroking down the small of your back, to your thighs that were curled as you took on a fetal position. This action sent fresh heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach and made you suckle harder as you grew more and more needy. 

~ Does mama’s girl want to feel good? 

You looked up eagerly with drool covering your bottom lip and made an attempt to move into a more suitable position, but Lilia’s hand stayed firm on your head. 

~ Honey it’s okay, you don’t have to move from there. Let mama take care of you like this. Okay? 

Without another word, Lilia’s skilled fingers found your sensitive clit and began to rub slow and tight circles. You whimpered into her chest - creating vibrations that shot down to Lilia’s core but her movements on you never stuttered. Her fingers increased their pace as she kissed the top of your head, she was being gentle with you and you appreciated it more than words could express. 

Lilia’s fingers spread up and your high was approaching very quickly, she could tell. A fresh sweat coated your brow as your body tensed up. 

~ You know I usually don’t let you cum without permission, but today you can cum whenever you’re ready. You’ve been such a strong girl for mama and you’re doing so well. 

Her voice was low and caring, and just what you needed to send you over the edge fully. Every muscle in your body became stiff as you clenched around nothing and pushed your head closer to Lilia, her fingers still working to prolong your orgasm. And as your chest heaved, she slowed. 

Lilia’s eyes never left yours as you squeezed them shut. The guilt was still prominent, but her heart was now overflowing with love and adoration for you. As you came down from your high and aftershocks consumed you, Lilia never let go of your small figure, absorbing every laboured breath that left your mouth. 

~ Are you okay? 

~Mmm 

Lilia let out a small chuckle at your non-committal response and the way your eyelids grew heavier by the second. She got up, having to pry you off of her and grabbed a damp cloth to clean you up. 

~ There, all good. How about we talk about your day tomorrow? I don’t want my girl to fall asleep on me mid conversation. 

~ No, it’s okay I’ll talk now.  

~ Are you sure? You need to rest doll. 

You smiled softly and nodded, reassuring Lilia that you were okay. 

And with that, Lilia removed her clothes, knowing how much skin-to-skin contact soothed you. You bathed in the afterglow of your orgasm and nuzzled in the crook of Lilia’s neck, inhaling her scent and feeling at peace. 

~ So, what happened baby? What got you so worked up hm? 

Your fingers mindlessly picked at the beds of your nails - a nasty habit you had picked up from years of stress. Only when you felt Lilia’s hand covering yours, did you look up. 

~ Darling, you know I don’t like you doing that, you’ll make yourself bleed. 

~Sorry…habit. 

~I know, but you have nothing to worry about, I am here to listen and we can take the conversation at whatever pace you want to. 

The smile that she gave you made you know that she was being truthful, and your resolve crumbled. The tears flowed once more as you explained how things had gone at the diner and how you only touched yourself because you needed some satisfaction after the awful day. Your numerous apologies were shushed and interrupted by Lilia. 

~ Oh honey, I am so so so sorry that I didn’t check in with you before doing what I did. I should’ve paid attention to how you were and I should’ve at least helped. I know it might be too late now but is there anything I can do to help?

~ Just being here, holding me, is enough. 

~ Of course, I’ll always be here for you. I love you, Y/N. 

~ You’re not so bad yourself, Calderu. 

Lilia let out a small chuckle at your response. She held you all through the night, stroking your hair and coaxing you to sleep with words of love and reassurance.